“What the fuck?” His nose crinkles.
“I know,” I nod, “it’s not a societal norm but it happens. I believe we are meant to love multiple people in our lifetimes. I don’t believe in soul mates, or I think they are really rare. In the case of my sister and your brother, I believe they are soul mates.”
“So, you want us to both date Adri?” He asks, still looking slightly confused.
“Yes,” I shrug, “and I want us to date each other.”
“What?” His eyes become wide.
“It’s obvious I want you, too. I know you’ve been through some shit and trusting me is not coming easy to you but I want you.” I look him in the eye.
“This is weird.” He whispers. It’s not a no. “How would we explain any of that to our friends and family?”
“We don’t have to explain shit to anybody.” I shake my head, “and we fucking do it when we want to, not before then.”
“So, you’re bi?” He asks me.
“I guess so?” I shrug, “I like what I like, I never paid much attention to male or female, just how I feel. And I feel a lot for both you and Adri.” I stand up and pull my shirt back on, “think about it.” I open his bedroom door, “nobody’s rushing you.”
10
"I'm going to need you to stick around after practice, Sport." Coach tells me as I'm helping to carry out the bats.
"Okay, Coach." I nod.
Lately after each game, Coach has me staying to massage his sore muscles. I don't mind helping because he works really hard at making our team really good. Last week we won our first game, too!
I am still Coach's favourite boy, too. It makes me so happy because after my father hit me in his office, I refuse to talk to him and that's been almost a month now. Coach says I am right and I shouldn't talk to my father because he's mean. I will just talk to Coach about everything. He asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said no but soon I will have Adrianna. She has to start out as my girlfriend first, then she can be my wife. Coach thought that was funny and told me one day he will show me how to do all the things to make my wife happy.
I told him he should also teach my father because my mother is always crying. Coach says I should just stay away from my parents and be with him as much as possible. He says they aren't good parents and he can teach me things they can't anyways. Coach is my favourite person ever!
After practice I have to help Coach clean up, that means I have to stay later with him. I call my Nanny Sonja and tell her not to send our driver Pete. My Nanny Sonja does not like me staying late for practice but she knows my father is mean to me and my mother always tells me she hates me. So, I know she would rather me be here.
After my shower and putting away all the equipment we go to Coach's truck. This is where he likes me to massage him and then he will take me for Dairy Queen afterward. Fudge sundaes are my favourite! Coach lights up a cigarette and then starts to rotate his neck. I already know that means he's feeling sore, so I kneel up on the seat and start to rub the back of his neck. Coach has a big neck compared to mine and it has lots of fat too.
"Thanks, Sport. Today I am so sore." He groans.
"It's no big deal, Coach. You work super hard." I tell him.
"You're a good boy." He pats my leg and continues to smoke his cigarette. When he's done he flicks the butt out the window and begins to unbuckle his belt. Coach has a big belly and he says he hates the way his belt digs into it. "I need a closer massage today, Sport." Coach groans as he flicks open the top button on his jeans. "Through the jeans just doesn't cut it anymore."
"Okay..." for some reason my heart begins to pound really hard and I feel like my stomach is full of swirls and that maybe I might puke.
"My underwear will stay on, okay?" He looks into my face, "the jeans just make it hurt more after."
I guess that makes sense. I watch as Coach lifts up his butt and slides the jeans down to hang around his knees. He is wearing white briefs, like the ones I usually wear but the front of his looks different. His weenie-that's what my Nanny Sonja calls it-is bigger and poking out. He sees me looking at it and gives me a smile.
"It's like yours but a bit bigger. This is what yours will look like one day. See? I am already teaching you things for when you get bigger." I nod because he is. My father has never shown me his weenie, so how would I know what it's going to be like when I get bigger? "Next time I will show you more but right now I need that massage."
I slowly reach out my hand and place it on top of the Coach's underwear. His weenie inside jerks into my hand and I gasp, pulling my hand back. Coach reaches out and grabs my hand to place it back on his underwear, then using his hand he wraps my hand around his weenie. It's big. My whole hand doesn't even fit around it. He then makes me move my hand up and down with his over mine. It feels weird but it's not a big deal, it's not like it hurts me or anything. I look up into Coach's face and see his eyes are closed and his mouth is hanging open.
"Squeeze harder, Sport." He says and his voice sounds all weird and whispery.
I do what he says and
