Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2017 15:56:36 +0000
From: Andy Brown <andybrown2000@outlook.com>
Subject: Tutoring Dylan - chapter 18

Tutoring Dylan - chapter 18


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***

From the end of chapter 17:

"How was that?" I asked, as I leant over and licked the spunk off his
cheek.

"Oh my... it was... so good," he gasped, almost breathless.

"I told you it would be," I said, as I switched the dildo off and pulled it
out.  I then proceeded to lap up ever last drop of boy-cream from his body.
Once finished, I pulled him towards me and shared his delicious load with
him.

As we lay there in each other's arms, exhausted after our exertions, we
drifted off to sleep.

***


Startled by the noise of my alarm clock, I woke up.  Bleary eyed, I reached
across to turn it off.  '5:30' the display read.  It was horrifically
early, but I needed to get Dylan to the pool by in less than two hours'
time.

"Time to wake up," I said to the still sleeping teenager lying next to me.

"Okay," he yawned and stretched his arms above his head, showing off his
newly hairless pits.

"I'll go make us some breakfast," I told him, before pulling on a pair of
boxers and trudging downstairs.

Entering the kitchen, I lifted the kettle off its stand, filled it with
water, and switched it on.  A steaming-hot, caffeine-rich mug of coffee was
an essential this morning.  Whilst waiting for the kettle to boil, I
grabbed a couple of bowls from the cupboard.  I filled the first with
granola, yoghurt and fresh fruit.  Into the second I tipped some sugar
coated cereal and splashed over some milk.  No prizes for guessing who's
was who's.

"Dylan!" I called upstairs, as I made myself a mug of coffee.  "Your
breakfast's ready!"

No response.  I placed both bowls on to the dining table and walked to the
foot of the stairs.

"I said your breakfast's ready!" I shouted up at him again.

"Okay," he replied.  "I'll be down in a minute."

Several minutes later, and I'd eaten half my breakfast.  There was still no
sign of Dylan.  I was beginning to wonder what he was up to.

A couple more minutes later, and my bowl was empty.  Dylan was still
upstairs.  At this rate, we were going to be late.  I decided to go see
what was going on.  Quietly, I made my way upstairs.  Listening carefully,
I could hear a faint buzzing sound and an occasional gasp.  I had a fair
idea of what he was doing.

Carefully, I opened the bedroom door.  In front of me was a sight to
behold.  My gorgeous boy was laid on our bed, legs splayed, one hand
working a vibrating dildo into his arse, the other pumping up and down on
his teenage cock.  He was so caught up in his own pleasure that he didn't
notice me at first.  My own dick quickly hardened and I soon had my hand
inside my underwear, stroking it.

I took a step forwards, though as I did, the floorboard underneath me
creaked.  Dylan looked up.  For a split second, the hand on his boy-rod
paused.  Then, as he realised it was me, he grinned and, if anything, began
to speed up his ministrations.

Taking this as my cue, I pulled down my underwear and moved closer to him.
Leaning down, I swiped my tongue over his nipple.  "Ohhhh!" Dylan gasped.
I nibbled lightly, before taking the nub between my lips and sucking on it.
All the while, I continued to jerk myself off.

The additional stimulation did the trick.  "Oh Andy!" he cried out.  "I'm
gonna..."

I glanced down his body to see his dick-hole widen.  Almost
instantaneously, a streamer of white, creamy boy-spunk shot out of the end,
splashing against my cheek and down onto his chest.  Three more shots
followed, coating his belly and running down into his bare crotch.

Standing upright, I swiped his cum off my face and sucked his sweet cum off
my fingers.  Speeding up my own wanking, I thrust my cock towards Dylan's
mouth.  He got the message, and after sucking on it for a few seconds, he
was rewarded with a mouthful of my own jizz.

"That was so hot," I told him as I gave him a kiss.  "But we're gonna have
to get going soon.  Let's get you cleaned up," I said, handing him my
discarded underwear which he began to wipe himself down with.  "Now, put
some clothes on and then go get your breakfast.  I'll go grab a shower."


***


We arrived at the pool with five minutes to spare; just enough time for
Dylan to strip down to his swimwear and shove his stuff in a locker.
Whilst he was doing that, I made my way to the stands.  Unfortunately, I
was only able to stay for the first ten minutes or so, having to be in work
for 9 o'clock.

I found myself a seat and sat down.  A number of the divers were already
stood at one end of the pool, some chatting, others waiting silently.  I
took the opportunity to check the boys out: the dark-skinned Josh with his
magnificent pecs; Zach, the 14 year-old blonde with the mesmerising blue
eyes; and Alfie, the messy haired lad whose body was almost an exact
replica of Dylan's (though Alfie presumably now had more hair on his).

Soon another figure emerged from the changing rooms and walked over towards
the gathering.  It was Dylan, who was, as last time, sporting a pair of
bright red speedos.  As he joined the other boys, Zach said something to
him.  In was too far away to hear, but it soon had the other lads laughing.

Almost as if he could sense the outbreak of silliness, their head coach - a
balding man in his early 40s by the name of Doug - strode over.

"Good morning guys," he hollered, as if to call them all to order.

"Morning," the collection of teens mumbled back.

"And it's good to see you back today Dylan," he said, nodding his head in
my boy's direction.  "Feeling better?"

"Yes coach," Dylan replied.

"Good.  Now we've got no Ethan or Shania today as they're both away on
holiday this week.  And..." he said as he looked around, "...I'm assuming
the Turner twins will be late again, so let's start as usual.  Four lengths
of the pool please."

Following their coach's instruction, each of them found a space along the
end of the pool and dived in.  They began swimming to the other end.  Part
way through, the Turner twins turned up.  After a few stern words from
Doug, they both entered the water.

As each of the teens completed the specified distance, they hauled
themselves out and gathered back around Doug.  Soon, all of them had
finished their lengths and were crowded around their coach.  Doug then
began to split them into their groups, instructing them which coach they
were working with and what they would be doing during the session.

Eventually there were only three youngsters left.  "Okay Dylan, you're
joining Lucie and Josh today for some bodyweight conditioning with Leroy.
You were meant to do it last Saturday, but with you being ill, you'll have
to do it today.  Can't let you miss out on that one."

Dylan shrugged, not looking particularly happy, but followed the
dreadlocked coach and his two teammates towards the changing room door.  I
assumed they did the conditioning work in a separate room.  Looking at the
clock on the wall, I saw that it was almost quarter to eight, so decided to
head off.


***


I arrived at the office just before nine.  The lift was fairly crowded when
I got in, and I shared a few pleasantries with a couple of my colleagues.
Getting out on the third floor, I completed my usual routine of checking my
pigeon-hole and finding out which terminal I was working at today.

Several calls in, and I could feel an ominous presence behind me.  Turning
my head, I could see it was the imposing figure of my boss, Wendy.  But
something was odd about her.  Her hair seemed ruffled.  Her make-up
appeared rushed.  There were bags under her eyes.

"Sorry," I said to the lady I was calling, "I just need to put you on hold
for a moment."  I clicked something on the screen and the familiar tune of
Greensleeves began to play down the headset.  "Good morning Wendy," I said.
"Are you okay?"

"Morning Andy," she replied.  "Not exactly, no.  I need to speak to you
please.  Come to my office when you've finished that call."

My mind was in a whir.  She didn't look like her usual self.  And she
certainly wasn't acting like it.  I mean, I don't think I'd ever heard her
use the word 'please' before.  But as for wanting to see me in her office,
that worried me.  Had I done something wrong?  Had she found out about me
and Lars?  Well, I suppose I'd soon find out.

Clicking the screen again, the music stopped.  "Sorry about that Mrs
Dunne," I said to the woman on the phone.  "My manager just needed a word
with me."

Unfortunately, the interruption had somewhat caused Mrs Dunne to get cold
feet, and the sale fell through.  Call ended, I hung my headphones over the
monitor and trudged off towards the chief's office.

As I approached the door, I knocked lightly.

"Come in," came Wendy's voice from inside.  I opened the door and walked
into her room.  "Please sit down," she instructed.  There it was again -
another 'please'!  I almost fell over with shock!  Somehow, I managed to
regain my composure and sat down in one of the chairs on the opposite side
of her desk.  Not knowing what she wanted, I decided to remain quiet for
the time being.

"Thanks for coming to see me Andy," she said.

"My pleasure," I replied, though there was a tension in the air that was
making the experience anything but pleasurable.  That tension only
intensified at the pair of us sat in silence for what seemed like minutes,
but was, in reality, only a matter of seconds.

"So... what do you want me for?" I asked, finally breaking the ice.

"Well Andy... the thing is... I... I need your advice," she replied,
struggling to get her words out.

"Oh," I said, probably sounding as shocked as I felt.  "You want my
advice?"

She nodded.

"Okay," I continued.  I was totally confused.  I mean, what on earth did
she need my advice for?  She'd been managing the business for years!  "So,
what is it you need?  Is it something to do with sales?"

"No.  It's nothing like that.  Actually, it's something of a personal
nature," she replied, her voice cracking slightly.

I was bewildered.  For a moment I thought this might be about me and Lars,
but the way she'd said it made it sound like it was something personal to
her.  I decided not to say anything, allowing her instead to continue.

"You probably heard that I wasn't in yesterday," she went on.  "Something
had happened at home.  It was to do with Felicity, my daughter.  She's just
turned eleven.  We'd had a discussion on Monday evening - well, an argument
really - and she'd stormed off up to her room.  I kind of assumed it would
blow over by the next day.  Anyway, when I got up yesterday morning, she'd
gone.  So had her rucksack and some of her clothes.  We - me and my husband
- were worried sick.  We tried phoning her, but she'd turned her phone off.
We called her school friends.  She wasn't with any of them.  In the end, we
had to phone the police."

"Bloody hell," I said, "Have they found her?"

"Yeah, thankfully," she replied, sounding like someone who's just dodged a
bullet.  "We'd have had hell to pay if they hadn't.  People would have said
it was my fault, and they might not have been far wrong."

"I don't mean to sound tactless," I ventured.  "But what's all this got to
do with me?"

 "Ah... yes," she said, looking extremely uncomfortable.  "This is
rather... difficult.  It's about the argument we had on Monday - me and my
daughter I mean.  Well, that's if I can call her that anymore.
She... she... well, she told me that she thinks she was born in the wrong
body, and she wants to be a boy.  Or she is a boy.  Or... something like
that.  I dunno.  I've still not really got my head round it."

"Oh," I said, thinking to myself that this really wasn't what I'd expected
to hear when she called me into her office.  "But I still don't get what
this has got to do with me."

"Well..." she said hesitantly.  "I sort of thought, what with you being gay
and all, that... well... you might be able to offer some advice?"

It was all I could do to bite my tongue.  Though more than a little
irritated by my boss's ignorance, I knew I had to do my best not to show
it.  My heart truly went out to Felicity.  Imagine telling your mum
something you'd probably kept a secret for so long, only for her to flip
out on you.  The top priority now had to be making sure Felicity got all
the help and support that was needed.  It was clear that telling Wendy how
ignorant she was would only make things worse, not better.

I took a deep breath.  "I know this must be really hard for you all.  I
guess you've got a lot to take in and you've all got a long journey ahead
of you."  I paused, wanting to make sure what I had to say next came out
right.  "But there's something you must understand," I said, as warmly as I
could manage.  "Being gay and being transsexual are quite different things.
To be honest, I'm not sure I know much more about transsexuals than you do.
But I do want to help.  In whatever way I can."

"Thanks Andy, that's very kind," she said.

"Can I ask you something?"

"I suppose so."

"Didn't you have any idea?" I queried.  "You know, about Felicity being
transsexual."

She paused for a moment.  "I suppose we've always known that Felicity was a
bit different.  Ever since she was small she was a bit of a tomboy.  I
mean, most of my friends who had babies the same time as me had boys.  So
naturally she played with them, you know, Lego, cars, trains, that sort of
thing.  I thought as she got older she'd grow out of it.  Make friends with
the girls in her class at school, get into makeup and pop stars, wearing
dresses.  But she didn't.  She kept hanging around with the boys she'd
grown up with, playing football and rugby, catching frogspawn, building
dens.  She even dressed like them half the time in her football tops and
having her hair cut short.  To be honest, we'd sort of convinced ourselves
she'd grow up lesbian.  I mean, we could have lived with that!  But then to
finding out that she actually wants to change sex.  Well, it's come as a
total shock!"

I nodded my head encouragingly as she spoke.  "Look," I said.  "I don't
want to tell you what to do, that's not my place.  But I think you need to
find out as much as you can about what Felicity is going through.  I'm sure
that if you search online, they'll be support groups out there for parents
with transgender kids.  I'm pretty sure that will help.  Find out what
other parent's experiences have been like.  Learn from them."  I smiled at
her.  "You're not the first parent to have been through this, you know."

"Thanks.  I'll certainly see what I can find."  She paused.  "But what do
you think I should do about Felicity?"

"The most important thing is that you tell her you'll love her no matter
what," I suggested.  Wendy nodded.  "And get used to not using 'her' and
'she' anymore."

"I'm not sure I ever will," she replied, sounding exasperated.

I decided to let that one go.  "It'd probably be a good idea for the two of
you to have a chat, and soon.  Be open with her, and let her be open with
you.  And try not to get angry with her again.  You need to understand how
she's feeling and how long she's felt like this."

"Shit," she sighed.  "There's a lot to learn.  And a lot to get my head
round."

"Is there anything else, or can I go now."

" Yes, you better get back to work.  Thanks.  You've been very helpful."

"No problem," I said as I stood up and headed towards the door.


***


Mid-morning and I was stood at the coffee machine, pouring myself a
cappuccino.  Just as I was about to head back to my station, Lars turned
up.

"Hi Andy," he said coolly, as if he were talking to any other staff-member.

"Oh, hi," I replied.  "Coffee?"

"Yeah, thanks."

I pressed the machine and waited for it to do its magic.  As I did so, Lars
sidled up closer to me, our bodies almost touching.  I felt something
moving in my trouser pocket, as if someone was pushing something into it.
I looked up into the face of my blonde-haired Swedish lover.  He winked at
me.  I handed him his cup, and the two of us parted company.

As I walked back to my computer, my heart was pounding and my palms were
sweating.  I felt like the proverbial schoolgirl being asked on her first
date.

After setting down my cup, I reached into my pocket.  I pulled out a piece
of white paper, folded several times.  Impatiently, I began to unfold it.
Once unfurled, I saw the handwritten note: 'Usual place, half 12.  PS:
Here's my phone number - it might make things easier.'  Excitedly, I
clutched the paper to my chest, like some sort of love-struck 1940s film
heroine.


***


As requested, I arrived in the gents bathroom at half past twelve.  Lars
was already in there, stood by the sink and pretending to wash his hands.
He turned round as I entered, and as he saw me, a broad smile spread across
his face.  Without saying a word, I flicked my head towards the cubicles.
Lars followed me in to one of the stalls, locking the cubicle door behind
him.

Within moments, our lips locked together, our tongues danced, and our
fingers got busy pawing at each other's back and arse.  As we made out, our
hard, trouser-concealed cocks ground together.

"You are so hot," Lars commented.

"You're hotter," I replied.

With that, Lars began to trail kisses down my neck.  Like a greedy
schoolboy unwrapping a present, he hastily unbuttoned my shirt, continuing
his kisses over my chest and down towards my waistband.  Soon he had my
belt undone, the button unclasped, and the fly unzipped.

"Just what I've been waiting for," he purred as he gave my junk a squeeze
through my boxers.  Then, sinking to his knees, he brought his head towards
my crotch, sucking and licking my cock.

"Oh that's good," I encouraged him, my underwear becoming increasingly damp
under his ministrations.  I expected him to stop and pull my underwear
down.  He didn't.  Instead he kept on sucking and licking.

Soon, it all became too much.  I felt the tell-tale stirrings in my loins.

"Oh, Lars," I grunted, "I'm gonna..."

I began to pump my load into the pouch of my underwear.  Hungrily, Lars
continued to suck.  My warm semen was being drawn into his mouth through
the cotton material.

"Oh... oh yeah!" I moaned, Lars' actions continuing to stimulate my
now-sensitive, spent rod.

Eventually, he pulled his head away from my crotch.  I could feel the
remains of my jizz beginning to cool inside my boxers.

"Do you want me to return the favour?" I asked, already unbuckling his belt
before he had the chance to answer.

"It's like you can read my mind."

As I was unzipping his fly, there was a noise.  I stopped dead in my
tracks.  It was the bathroom door.  Someone was coming in.  My heart began
to race and a cold sweat swept across my brow.  I put my finger to my lips,
signalling to Lars to keep quiet.  A set of footsteps began to pace across
the bathroom floor.  A cubicle door creaked as it was pushed open.  It was
right next to the one we were holed up in.  Fucking hell, this wasn't
looking good.

Listening intently, I could hear the telltale noises of the neighbouring
cubicle door being closed and then the lock sliding across.  A buckle being
undone.  Zip sliding down.  The creak of a toilet seat being sat on.  Then
he began to strain.  "Nnnngggghhhh!"

Realising this guy was probably going to be in there quite a while, I
decided we needed to make a swift exit.  I pulled my trousers back up and
fastened them; Lars followed suit and did up his fly.  Signalling to Lars,
I got the teenager to shuffle sideways so I could unlock the cubicle door.

It opened with a creak, though I figured this didn't matter since our
neighbour must have figured there was someone in here.  The important thing
was for us to leave making the least noise possible, so that he didn't
think there are two people in there rather than one.

As quiet as a couple of church mice, myself and Lars crept out of the stall
and across to the bathroom entrance.  Pausing at the exit for a second, we
heard the telltale sounds of the guy's bowels emptying.  Using this as
cover, I opened the door.

As I did so, the familiar face of my supervisor Dan met me.

"Hi Andy," Dan said brightly.

"Oh, hi Dan," I responded, trying to sound as casual as I could.  "After
you," I added, pulling the door towards me so he could get past.

"Thanks," he replied, as he walked past us both, seemingly oblivious to
Lars' presence.

Moments later, the pair of us were out of the bathroom.  I breathed a sigh
of relief.  If we'd left just a few seconds later, Dan would have seen us
coming out of the stall together, and then shit would certainly have hit
the fan!

"Fucking hell!" I said to Lars, wiping off the beads of sweat that had
formed on my forehead.  "That was definitely too close a call."

"Oh, I don't know what you're so worried about," Lars said, chuckling to
himself.  "We didn't get caught."

"No, but we nearly did," I replied, before making my way back towards my
terminal.


***


It was nearly three o'clock and I was in the middle of a call to a Mr
Hartman from Blackburn when my mobile buzzed in my pocket.  I ignored it,
telling myself I'd look at the message once I'd finished this call.

A few minutes later, and another sale wrapped up, I fished my phone out of
my pocket.  It was from Lars.  'Same place, 5 minutes time?' it read.

'Don't think we should risk it.  Not after lunchtime.' I replied.

A few seconds later a message came back.  'Awww.  Come on!  We won't get
caught again.'

I thought for a few moments.  Maybe he was right.  After all, we'd not been
disturbed on any of our previous meet-ups.  What was the chance of it
happening for a second time in one day?

'Okay then.  But this time we use the urinals.  Then if anyone comes in we
can zip up quickly and it'll look less suspicious than two people being in
a stall together.'

'Fine.  See you in a couple of minutes.'

Going over to the machine, I poured myself a coffee and took it back to my
desk.  Then, casually as I could manage, I headed towards the toilets.

Lars hadn't arrived yet, so I made my way over to one of the urinals,
unzipped, whipped out my dick, and let my piss flow.  Just as I was shaking
off, I heard the door open.  I whipped my head round, the events of
lunchtime making me a little jittery.  However my fears were misplaced as
my blonde haired beauty came through the door.

He walked over to me, taking his place at the next urinal along.  Reaching
down, he undid his fly and fished out his cock.  It was already hard.
Despite my nerves, my own responded and was soon in a similar state.  He
pulled his hand away, allowing me to gaze on his delicious teenage meat.

"Let me help you with that," he offered as he reached over, his slim digits
making contact with my own appendage.

"Ahhhh," I sighed.  "But I'm still not sure we should be doing this."

"Relax," he replied, continuing to stroke my cock.  "Like you said, so long
as we act quickly, if anyone comes in all they'll see is two colleagues
stood next to each other at the urinals taking a piss."

"I suppose you're right," I said, though I still felt unconvinced.
However, as Lars continued to jerk me off, my defences weakened and I
finally gave in, wrapping my fingers around his warm, skinny rod.

"Oh yeah," he whimpered as I began to work his shaft.

He quickened his pace.  Without thinking, I copied him, almost stroke for
stroke.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it," he urged me on.

In spite of my worried state, it wasn't long before Lars' expert
manipulations had me on the brink.

"Lars, I'm gonna..." I muttered.

"Me too..." he replied.

I shuddered as my orgasm racked through my body.  Despite it being the
third of the day, it was no less powerful, and I had to put a hand against
the tiled wall to steady myself.  Almost instantaneously, I felt Lars'
penis stiffen in my hand.  He gasped loudly as four spurts of his teenage
spunk burst out and splattered the porcelain bowl.

"That was..." he sighed.

"...yeah, it was," I said, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
Pulling a tissue from my pocket, I proceeded to clean us both up, before
dumping the soiled rag into the bin and heading out of the toilets as
quickly as I could.


***

As I sat on the bus, making my way home, I began to worry again about what
happened with Lars at lunchtime.  We had come too close to being found out,
not just with the guy using the stall next to us, but also with Dan.

The problem was, I didn't want to stop my liaisons with Lars.  Our
activities so far had been phenomenal, and I was convinced he wanted me to
be the one to pop his cherry.  I wouldn't miss that chance for the world!

But on the other hand, I knew I'd be in pretty deep shit if we got caught.
Although I wouldn't be sent to prison - he was over the age of consent,
after all - I had no doubt there would be some sort of disciplinary
procedure at work, especially with him being here on work experience and
therefore the company had a duty of care for him.

I came to the conclusion that doing things together at work was too risky.
But I wasn't going to give our sessions up.  The obvious solution would be
to invite him over to my house, however with Dylan staying with me at the
moment, that was out of the question... for now.  I'd have to have a think
and work out where else we could meet up.

It was gone six o'clock when I arrived home, the large number of commuters
getting on the bus at each stop causing the journey to take longer than
usual.  I was feeling ravenous.  It was no wonder really, since I'd cum
three times already, and I was hopeful for a fourth before the day was out.
It came as a welcome surprise, therefore, to find Dylan in the kitchen,
stirring something in a pan.

"Ohhh, what's cooking?" I asked, as I strode over to him and gave him a
kiss.

"Meatballs," he said, sounding rather proud.  "Now you're home, I can put
the spaghetti on."

"Sounds great!  And since you've got everything sorted in here, I may as
well go and get changed," I said, as I headed out of the kitchen and
towards the stairs.

A few minutes later, I was back downstairs and helping Dylan to plate up.

"Let's take this outside to eat," I suggested, grabbing my plate and the
cutlery.  "We may as well enjoy the weather while it lasts."

"Cool," Dylan replied, carrying his own plate after me.

After setting everything down on the patio table, I headed back inside to
grab a bottle of wine from the fridge and a couple of glasses.

"I thought we deserved a treat," I said, pouring each of us a glass.

We spent the next ten minutes or so devouring the delicious meal,
occasionally pausing for a sip of wine.  As we ate, we shared with each
other what we'd been up to during the day - though obviously I omitted what
I'd got up to with Lars.  I did, however, tell him a few funny anecdotes
from my phone calls throughout the day, and then filled him in on the
conversation I'd had with Wendy.

"Oh, wow!" he said.  "I've never met anyone who was transgender before."

"You mean, there's no one at school like that?" I asked.

"No.  Not that I know of."

Dylan's answer surprised me.  I thought it was a lot more common these days
than it used to be.  "I did once," I told him.

"Did what?"

"Knew someone who was transgender."

"Oh.  Who?"

"It was quite a while ago now.  When I was at uni.  She was in one of my
seminar groups.  We chatted a couple of times.  She was born a boy, but
said she'd never felt like one.  But she didn't feel like she could live as
a girl when she was younger, she wouldn't have been accepted.  So she hid
who she was whilst she was at school.  Then she came to uni and decided
she'd be who she really was.  And she started living as a female."

Dylan looked stunned.  In some ways it was good to know, that in spite of
having access to pretty much every scrap of information possible thanks to
the world wide web, teenagers were still shockable.

"So what d'ya think your boss is gonna do now?" he asked.

"Well I hope she takes my advice and that the two of them have a good chat.
The most important thing is that she tells her child that they're still
loved.  It's like when you came out to your parents, I presume they told
you they still loved you?"

"Yeah."

"And how would you have felt if they hadn't have said that?"

"I dunno," he said, pausing to think for a second.  "I guess it'd have been
like they didn't accept who I was.  Like they were rejecting me just
because I was gay."

"And I'm sure that's how Wendy's child is feeling now."

"Jeez.  That'd be pretty shitty.  It's no wonder they ran away."

I nodded and then gave his forearm a comforting rub.  Dylan shivered,
letting out a pleasurable moan.

"Oh, yeah," I said.  "I'd almost forgotten about your skin being more
sensitive now.  Anyway, how was your day?  How did the rest of diving
practice go?"

"The diving was okay.  A bit boring really.  Always is when we do the
conditioning sessions.  I know they're important, but I'd rather be diving.
And I always ache afterwards too," he complained.

"Never mind," I commiserated.  "I'm sure you'll be back on the diving
boards on Saturday.  And just remember, the conditioning sessions will help
with your gymnastics too."

"I know."

I took a deep breath, unsure of how he'd respond to the next question.
"So, are you enjoying being hairless?"

He shrugged.  "I didn't really like it at first.  It was like going back to
being 10 again.  I suppose I was worried that the other kids would notice,
and that they'd pick on me.  But actually, it feels like kinda cool,
especially when you touch me.  And when I put my clothes on this morning,
that was, woah, just amazing.  The fabric seemed to slide over my skin more
easily, like it was sort of caressing me.  It got me so hard!"

I chuckled, pleased with the effect it'd had.  "So did any of your diving
buddies notice?"

"Yeah.  Zach and Josh especially.  They were really ragging me about it."

"Ah.  I suppose that's what they were laughing about when you came out to
the pool."

"Yup.  I told them that I'd done it to make me more streamlined, like you'd
suggested, and that seemed to shut them up for a bit.  Well, until we went
into the showers afterwards.  I turned away so the rest of 'em wouldn't see
that I didn't have any pubes anymore.  I could hear Zach and Alfie
whispering to each other.  I guessed they were up to something.  But they
didn't try anything in the showers.

Then we went into the changing room.  Most of us had our towels round us.
I was chatting to Josh, just about to pull my t-shirt on.  I didn't hear
Alfie come up behind me.  Next thing I knew, he'd pulled my towel down and
then he ran off with it.  He can be such a twat sometimes!  Well, everyone
got a good look.  The twins said something about how even they had more
hair than me.  It was so embarrassing!"

"Jeez, I bet it was," I said, trying not to laugh.

"Don't you start!  It was bad enough with that lot!"

Then I really did start laughing.  "So what did you say to them?" I asked.

"Wasn't much I could say.  I just pulled my clothes on as quickly as I
could and headed into the toilets for a piss.  But it was weird.  After I'd
been, I turned round and Zach was standing there.  I thought he was going
to make fun of me, but he didn't.  Instead, he told me he thought it looked
cool and asked if he could have a feel.  I reckoned he was winding me up,
so I told him to fuck off.  But he said he was serious.  I didn't know what
to do.  Then I thought fuck it, pulled my shorts and boxers down, and let
him have a feel."

"And?"

Dylan blushed.  "It was good.  Like, really good.  I got hard, and he
jerked me off a bit.  I could see he was bulging too.  He's asked me round
to his house on Saturday after training.  Is that okay?"

I grinned, pleased he was starting to mess around with lads his own age.
"Cool.  But you'll have to check with your mum.  I'm due to take you back
home Saturday morning."

"Oh yeah," he said, a look of realisation dawning on his face.  "I'd
forgotten about that.  I'll just give her a quick ring."

"Okay.  I'll clear the pots away while you do that.  Fancy ice cream for
pudding?"

"Hell yeah!" he replied as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.


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I went back outside a short time later, a bowl of ice cream in each hand.
I put one down in front of Dylan and poured us both another glass of wine.

"...yeah, okay mum... will do... yeah, love you too... bye."  Putting his
phone down on the patio table, Dylan picked up his bowl and began to wolf
it down.

"Good, eh?" I asked.  Dylan just nodded whilst he shovelled another large
spoonful into his mouth.


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End of chapter 18.  What will Andy do about the situation with Lars?  How will things go when Wendy talks to Felicity?  What will Andy and Dylan do in the short time before Dylan returns home?  Find out in the coming chapters...

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