Coach Duncan awoke Friday morning feeling relaxed and refreshed. He let a powerful stretch course through his body as he laid cozily beneath the bedding before turning his attention to the boy lightly snoring beside him. It was a sight and feeling he didn't think he'd ever get enough of. Clay was curled up into a very loose ball, his hair was messy and his right leg poked from the sheets in lazy contrast. Coach could only smile at the warmth the sight brought him. He sometimes still felt it was all somehow only a dream, but here this beautiful, sweet kid was, still laying beside him. He pulled himself closely to cradle the boy's body against his own, and worked his arms around Clay's chest before pulling him tightly against his form.
Clay awoke to the feeling of strong arms squeezing his frame with a tight hug. The force of the embrace even made two bones crack along his spine behind his ribcage. He let out a slightly disgruntled groan in protest of the sudden awakening before he simply basked in the security of it all, letting his Coach just hold him snugly. Nevertheless, it did bring a smile to his face. Being held by his Sir always brought a smile to his face. So in a raspy voice of one who had just woken up, he mumbled quietly to the rugged man behind him.
"Mornin', Sir." Coach responded first by adding a little squeeze to his hold before greeting the kid.
"Good morning' boy, sleep well?" Clay only nodded lightly and grunted as he let the sleep begin to leave his body. He took in a deep breathe and exhaled while his body awoke, relishing the feeling of his lover speaking softly into his ear all the while. Coach continued.
"Well, today's the day. Still up for it?" Clay grunted in response once more. He was more than ready, He had been looking forward to it all throughout the pup training they had done on Thursday and Friday. Tonight, he would finally get to show off some of that training. He shifted his head back to lightly nuzzle into his Sir's neck in a show of affection. He may have been eagerly looking forward to tonight, but for now, He didn't want to move from his position for anything in the world. He breathed in heavily, let out a sigh of contentment, and cleared his throat before he spoke.
"I love you, Coach." Both of their hearts still surged when they said that.
"I love you too, Clay." Coach accented his statement by bringing his firm tool to rest against his boy's ass, to rest where it belonged. He briefly tightened his embrace into a squeeze once more. They stayed like that for another few minutes before Coach let loose his hold, kissed the boy on his cheek, playfully swatted the kid's ass once, and sat upright to get the day started.
After a quick breakfast and their workout, the pair had loaded up the truck with two suitcases and one of Clay' backpacks. When they finished, Clay waited in the truck by his Sir's request as the older man went back in for the last thing to bring for the weekend. Coach Duncan entered his closet and gazed at the medium chest hidden on the left side of the floor. It had been six years since he'd last opened it, and it felt surreal and dangerous as he approached it. A heavy layer of dust had settled on top from the lack of use, He brushed some of it off, reached for the latch, and opened it. The contents were all still there... just as he had left them. Nostalgia and lingering hurt flooded through his veins as he eyed the leather gear he'd abandoned so long ago. He would mess with it later, for now, He closed the lid and snapped the latches back into place before he carried the trunk through the house and placed it in the bed of the pickup. And the two were off.
The drive went smoothly enough, they made good time and only stopped once for fuel and a drink before they arrived at Alan's house, just a little over two hours later.
Ms. Kathleen Skipper, the miserable bitch that she was, had spent most of Spring Break in parent-teacher conferences, explaining in explicit detail to said parents how their various teenagers were letting themselves, (And herself,) down, and simply weren't trying hard enough. How any excuse was only an excuse and not an acceptable reason to fall behind in their schooling... Even going so far to suggest the lack of a good Christian role model was to blame. In her mind, she was doing the lord's work. Never mind the audacity it takes for one to state that a student attending a grandparent's funeral wasn't a valid reason to ignore their homework... I'm certain you won't need much more detail to discern the type of person she is, so for now, I'll leave it at that.
Kathleen was leaving a church bake sale Friday afternoon that she herself had organized, (and contributed FAR more time and effort into than the other twelve people in her opinion,) When she came to a stop at an intersection. She was casually humming along off-tune to a song on the radio when she spotted the familiar black GMC pickup driving into her line of sight on the highway before her. She smiled to herself as the driver came into sight.
She had decided years ago that Rusty would be hers. She had made pass after pass at the man and was frustrated when she was shot down time and again. She thought she understood the reason he had though. She was simply too intimidating. She was strong, beautiful, clever, successful, and the happy housewife type. (Her own words...) So it only made sense the man believed himself to never have a chance. Even still, she persisted. Only this time, as her object of obsession came into view, she noticed his right arm was stretched out and resting lightly on the shoulder of... Another man?!? She leaned forward to try and get a closer look, but couldn't tell who it was riding shotgun beside the man. Had it not been for the traffic, she would have adamantly pursued the truck, possibly even crashed her car into it. The pair in the truck never even noticed her.
She let out a screech of frustration, the man was a damned SODOMITE!! She felt disgusted at the realization the one she had been chasing after rejected her because he was some disgusting abomination! A heathen that partook in sinful pleasures! It was no wonder he had turned her down, there was nothing wrong with her! It was HIM who was wrong! Well, she would NOT stand for this. Some twisted faggot would NOT continue to be allowed around the children in her town!! They may begin to think that that type of behavior was acceptable! The Supreme Court decision be damned! She wouldn't allow those innocent children to be corrupted by his perversions! She gripped the wheel of her car so tightly that her knuckles were turning white as she sped off towards her home to begin working on a solution to be sure that THING... That... That... ABOMINATION, would never work in a school again!
Alan greeted his guests for the weekend cheerily at the door. He showed them to the spare bedroom and even helped them grab their luggage. After they were settled a bit, the three moved to chat for a while in the living room area before Coach finally set his own plan in motion. Alan was prepared for it, him and his old friend had a few texts about it the day before.
