Last week I was watching Matt during one of these times. I imagined what it would feel like to nuzzle my face into his chest. What would it feel like ...o kiss and lick that hairy chest? I imagined nipping at his nipples, peaking out from the rich, dark hair and circling them with my tongue. I was flushing when I thought about how my nipples would feel crushed against his chest. Would it tickle? I didn’t know but I was mad to find out. Lost in my fantasy and not helped by the cool air of the gym. When we’d left her father’s house, I’d followed her home. Neither of us had said anything to Ben, and the driveway was long enough that he wouldn’t have seen us go the same way, though I hadn’t told him where I was staying, so that actually wouldn’t have meant much. But, I didn’t want him to know we were together, and neither did she.“Lemon OK?”“Sure.”“You really are depressed, aren’t you?”“I am. I tried my best not to show it around your dad, but when I was with Joyce and my dad, I didn’t hide. After all Bill was the son of a preacher and well respected in the community as a church member. My mom told me that he would be a excellent role model for me. To please my parents, I started hanging out with him more and more. A man in his mid-fifties I saw him as a kind man. He always found tie to speak with me and give me advice on everything to include sex. One day when I broke down and told him how I felt after I masturbated, he didn’t laugh at me nor condemn my actions, but reach over and. “Well, speaking as your stepbrother, no I don't. You shouldn’t go out like that, full stop.” He leaned over towards me and whispered. “Speaking as a boy, you look sexy as hell, Nic!” I suppose I should have been revolted at the thought of my own stepbrother finding me sexy but in fact I felt the opposite. I couldn’t remember ever being called sexy in my life before and it made me feel good – whoever said it! The next few hours passed in a dream. Mike and his friends made a real fuss of me. From.