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.
"Alright, Clay, I'm going to start preparing for tonight. I've arranged a little something for you to do with Alan while I take some time to do so. Bring your pup gear. You alright with that?" Clay looked puzzled by this, but he agreed anyways. He knew his Sir wouldn't put him in a bad position, and he trusted Alan also. So the pair left the man to his preparations as they drove Alan's car towards whatever Coach Duncan had planned.
After Coach had watched them leave, he went back to the guest room and, once again, opened the chest for the second time in years. He lightly ran his fingertips over the leather gear inside before unpacking a few items and laying them on the bed. He began to carefully plan his attire for that evening. When his selection was made, He moved the items to the bathroom along with some leather conditioner and an old rag he had stored away in the trunk. The lack of use had left some of the material a bit firm, but it was nothing the man couldn't fix with a little elbow grease. He set a chair in front of the mirror and began his work of polishing the smooth material, letting his mind drift over the memories attached as he did so. For now, we leave him to it.
Clay and Alan arrived at a small shop hidden in the industrial district roughly 15 minutes after leaving the house. Clay wasn't sure what to expect before the pair got out of the car and went inside. He was pleasantly shocked at what he saw, the place was crammed full of different gear, toys, and accessories. Some of it he knew and recognized from his research, others, He hadn't the faintest idea of what they would be used for. The best part of it all, though, was the enticing aroma of raw leather that completely engulfed his sense of smell. He didn't know what his Sir and Alan had planned, but he was happy he had agreed to come so far. He followed Alan to the counter where a bulky, ginger man who looked to be in his mid twenties had his back turned to them. Alan taunted the man a bit.
"Damn, not even a hello? Sure is hard to find good, respectful service these days..." The man never turned around as he answered.
"Look here, old man, if you want a nice, respectful, shopping experience, you certainly wandered into the wrong place. It's alright though, it's probably just your dementia setting in." The man finally turned to face the pair as he finished his little jab at Alan, He had a cocky smile plastered on his handsome face and one hand on his hip as he did so. He glanced quickly at Clay then came from behind the counter to give the older man a tight hug. Alan gave him a little pat on the shoulders before he released him and spoke his own comeback.
"Oh, Andy, no matter how old my mind gets, I could never forget you... Regardless of how hard I may try." They were both smiling, so Clay assumed they didn't actually hate each other. Apparently insulting each other was how Coach and his friends all said "Hello," to one another. Speaking of Hello, the man named Andy turned his attention to Clay, looking him up and down studiously with his bright green eyes before he leaned back against the counter, crossed his arms, and spoke to the boy.
"So... You're the kid that's somehow managed to coax Daddy Duncan out of retirement huh? Gotta say, I'm impressed at that feat. Though it's not surprising, a little young hottie like yourself could definitely persuade me to do a couple of things I wouldn't tell my dear old Ma about." Andy never stopped staring at Clay while he spoke, even as the boy blushed beet red at the compliment, more red than Andy's thick, neatly groomed, facial hair. He did manage to stammer out a little response to the flattery though.
"Haha... Thanks man. You're pretty sexy yourself." It was the truth. Andy wore black ripped jeans that seemed a little too snug in the crotch, a very tight tank that flattered his defined physique nicely, a black leather ball cap backwards over his fiery, curly, hair, and a polished pair of black combat boots on his large feet. His left eyebrow had a spiked piercing that matched the silver of two small rings near the middle of his right ear. All three complimented the dog chain around his neck. He was a stud that oozed confidence, that's for sure. He smiled at the shy praise the kid had given him.
