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Subject: Instant Family - Chapter Six This is a story about a teenage boy, Toby, who was handed over to his father's best friend, Ronnie. The boy's mother was going to jail for DUI and his father was leaving town for a year or so to get his life back in order. Then another young man is thrown into the hybrid family. The story is written from the friend's point of view and tells of the changes that take place in their lives as a result of this arrangement. The high school football team the boys are on is playing a more important role in their lives. WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between adult and youth males. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at hoo. Your feedback is important to me. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your fty/donate.html INSTANT FAMILY CHAPTER SIX After an exhausting two weeks on the road it felt good to sleep in our own bed for a change. We had covered a lot of ground and learned quite a bit about New England. We also learned quite a bit about ourselves. Toby and Tom discovered things about their friends that they wish they hadn't. And I learned the pleasures of anal sex. We slept in until mid morning, no special reason to get up early. I would wake up, change position, cuddle up to one of the boys or the other and drift back to sleep. Finally our bladders got the best of us and we had to get up. As I was pissing, Toby came in the bathroom and started the shower. Then he came over to the toilet and pointed his cock at the bowl and let his stream loose. Neither one of us had finished when Tom came in and joined us, all three of us pissing at the same time. "The shower is hot. We pissed together, we might as well shower together," Toby suggested. We got in and soaped each other. I made a point of running my soapy hand through Tom's ass crack and fingering his hole. "Are you getting ready to do what I think you're going to do?" he asked suggestively. "Not yet, maybe tonight. I just want to make sure you're good and clean," I snickered. "I don't want no dirty ass teenager parading his naked ass all around my house." "In that case, you better make sure mine is clean as well," Toby joined in. We fingered and played and enjoyed a long leisurely shower, ending a stroke session. It was good to be home and enjoying ourselves with no pressure. We dried off and had breakfast, still naked. It was becoming more of a normal routine, being naked around the house when we were alone. Not that I minded of course. Hard or flaccid, their hot bodies and sweet looking cocks would brighten up any home. I was enjoying being comfortable with my nakedness around the boys too. We finally had to get dressed and clean out the motor home so I could return it to the dealer. I left the boys to start doing laundry and drove off to drop the motor home and pick up my truck. I had left the dealership and was headed home when I saw someone sitting on the side of the road with his or her head in their hands. I couldn't be sure but it looked like Bull. I turned the truck around and went back. Sure enough, it was Bull sitting there all slumped over. "Bull, what's up? Is something the matter?" He picked up his head looked at me. His eyes were all bloodshot and he had been crying, tears still rolling down his face. "I can't go home again!" he cried to me. "I'll have to live on the streets! Maybe I should just kill myself!" I have no idea what happened but he needed help. I sat down beside him and put my arm around his shoulder. "You're not going to kill yourself. Nothing can be that bad. What happened?" Between sobs, he tried to explain. "I was looking around on my computer at some porn. I ended up on a gay site. I didn't hear my father come in my room and he saw what I was looking at before I could change the screen." More sobs and he began to shudder all over. "He saw it! My father saw the gay porn I was watching! I can never go home again!" Then he broke down entirely and couldn't even talk. That two faced lying son of a bitch! I had run into his father shortly after I was announced as the new head coach. He was hinting around about Tom being gay and the treatment Tom got from the old coach. He was trying to find out how I would deal with any gay players, other than Tom of course. He even threw up Bull as an example. Not that he thought his son was gay, mind you, just using him as a hypothetical case. He wasn't really trying to find out how I felt, he was fishing to see if I knew anything about his son. Could Bull be gay, he was actually looking for information. Now he has a good idea Bull is gay so he throws him out of the house. I've had it with these uptight parents who are so willing to throw their children away like yesterday's garbage if their kids don't meet the parents expectations. I'm not going to sit idly by and watch another young man's life get ruined by a narrow minded bigoted father. "Come on, Bull, I'm taking you home," as I helped him to his feet. He came along without an argument thinking I was taking his to my home, not his. His had his head down, still sobbing quietly as I pulled into his driveway. He picked up his head and yelled at me. "Not here! You can't take me here! I thought you were taking me to your house." "This is your home and no one is going to throw you out, not if I have anything to do with it," as I got out of my truck, not knowing exactly what I could do about it but I was going to try. His father saw me and came running to my truck. My fists were balled up and I was ready for whatever was to come next. I'm not a fighter by nature, but my temper was in control now. "Oh, thank God you found him. We looked all over for him since he stormed out of the house this morning," his father told me as he went around to Bull's side of the truck. "Ernest, where have you been? You've had your mother and I worried sick. Come in the house," as he opened the door to the truck. "NO! I can never go in your house again. You can't have a pervert living with you. I'm a disgusting person who doesn't deserve to live," he was screaming. His father looked at me with such hurt and pain in his face. Then he looked back at Bull. "You're my son and I love you. This is your home and this is where you belong. I don't care about what you had on your computer. I care about you." He pulled Bull out of the truck and hugged him, rubbing his hands up and down Bull's back. "You're my son, you'll always be my son no matter what. Do you understand?" Bull looked at his father and stopped his crying long enough to mumble, "I'm sorry dad, I didn't mean to disappoint you. I mean, I . . ." "The only disappointment is that you left and didn't have enough faith in your mother and I to talk about this." Then he turned to me. "Thank you so much for bringing him home to us. I apologize for any trouble he caused you." "No trouble at all. I'm just glad I could help. If there is anything else I can do, just let me know. Right now you have to discuss this as a family so I'll leave you alone. This is your business and no one else's until you all decide otherwise." Bull broke his father's hug and came over to hug me. "Thank you, Coach McPherson, for bringing me home, my home." "Hey, we're not on the field right now. It's Ronnie, not Coach. This is just one friend helping another friend. If there is anything you need, you know how to reach me," I told him "Maybe I could talk with Toby and Tom later today and try to get my head wrapped around things?" "Of course. They'd be happy to talk about anything you want." I reassured him. As I drove away I had a tear forming in my eyes. I was glad I had totally misjudged his parent's reaction and it was only Bull overreacting to potentially being outed. I suddenly felt like I had to get home as fast as I could and give Toby and Tom a hug and tell them how much they mean to me. I pulled in the driveway, jumped out of my truck and ran to the house. Toby was doing laundry and Tom in the kitchen putting away the cooking gear we had taken with us. "Toby, Tom, come here!" I hollered as I walked through the house. "What's up Ronnie? Did you get lost?" Toby asked. "Ah, no. Just took longer than I expected to go over the rig and make sure there wasn't any damage to it so I could get the security deposit back," I lied. I didn't want to tell them where I had been. I wasn't going to out Bull. He could tell the boys in his own way in good time when he was ready. I grabbed both boys and hugged them tight. "Getting horny, old man?" Tom asked with a laugh. "Not necessarily. Just want to let you boys know how important to are to me. You are both an irreplaceable part of my life. No matter where you go or what you do, we are a family." "Cheeze, did something happen while you were gone?" Toby asked. "Yes, I realized I'm the luckiest man alive to have you two in my life." Again a hug and then I let them go finish their chores. I went and got a cold drink and went to sit by the pool. I got very philosophical about my life as I drank my iced coffee. I had a very nice house, a successful career and business, well liked in the community with lots of friends. And two young men who I loved dearly and who loved me as well. I had resolved myself to the fact that I was gay, maybe not totally gay but I didn't know if there was such a thing as mostly gay. I just know I was content with my life as it was and didn't want to change anything. Where would I be in 10 or 20 years? No idea. So I'm going to enjoy what I have now and let the future take care of itself. My thoughts were interrupted when Toby came out on the patio and asked if it was all right if Bull came over. He called and said he wanted to talk about something important. I had been expecting Bull to reach out but I didn't think it would be this quick. "Certainly. I have a few things to take off in my office and then I'm going to take a nap." I told Toby wanting to stay out of the way. I finished my iced coffee and went out to my truck to get a few things we had forgot to take out of the motor home. As I was closing the door, Bull and his father pulled in the ankara escort driveway. "Hi Coach," Bull said quietly as he approached me. "It's Ronnie when we're at home, remember? Coach is for the field." "Oh, yeah, sure, Ronnie. Toby said it was okay if I came over to talk. I hope I'm not bothering you?" he asked almost apologetically. "Not at all. You know you're welcome here anytime," I reassured him. "The boys are out by the pool." "Thanks. I'd like to talk to you before I leave if you have a few minutes," he added. "I've got all the time in the world. Come look me up when you're done chatting with the boys." His father got out of his car and came up to me as Bull walked to the house and went around to the patio by the pool. "Man, I don't know how to thank you. I'm at a loss with all this. I love Ernie and I want to help him but I don't have a clue what to say or what to do," his father began. "Neither does Bull, I mean Ernie. He's at an age when his world can be tipped upside down by saying or doing the wrong thing, or what he perceives as the wrong thing. You're doing exactly the right thing for him right now. Show him that you and your wife love him and support him as he tries to find out who is. He may be gay, he may be bi or he may be straight and confused and looking for answers. Do you remember when you were in high school? The raging hormones, the spontaneous boners, the doubts and fears? We all go through it and we all grow up to become who we were meant to be. I'm just glad he is willing to talk about it with the boys and try to get some peace of mind." "You're also a big help. Bringing him home this morning meant so much to Judith and I. No judgement, no admonishment, just bringing him back where he belongs. I guess Toby and Tom have made you more sensitive to situations like this. I'm glad he has you and the boys in his life right now." His father gave me a firm handshake and went to his car to leave. "I'll be back when Ernie calls for a ride," he shouted and drove off. I went back to my office and left the boys alone on the patio to talk. About an hour went by and Bull came to my office door. "Coach, I mean Ronnie, can I talk to you?" "Of course, come on in and have a seat." "I won't be long. I just wanted to thank you for your help this morning. I panicked and wasn't thinking straight. If you hadn't come along, I don't know where I would have ended up." "Bull, any time you feel stressed, about this or anything, don't hesitate to reach out to the boys or myself. We'll be here for you, no matter what. Okay?" "Okay, thanks. And thanks for not telling Toby and Tom about this morning. I'm kind of ashamed about the way I acted." "The only thing you should be ashamed of is not having faith in your father. He's a good man and loves you no matter what. He should be your first go to guy. If he can't help you then you can look us up." Bull leaned in and gave me a tight hug. As he leaned away he looked in my eyes, "You won't tell anyone on the team about this, will you?" "What happens between you and I or any of the team, stays between us. You can tell them whatever you choose or not to. That's up to you." "Thanks," as he took out his phone to call his father for a ride. His father pulled up and Bull jogged down the driveway to meet him, a smile on his face and a bounce to his step. He was in a much better frame of mind than when he got here. I went downstairs and out to the patio to see the boys. "I'm glad Bull came over to talk to you boys. It seemed to make him feel better," I thanked them. "He didn't at first, You should have seen his face when Tom put a hard dope slap on him," Toby told me. "You what? What the hell did you do that for? He came here for help, not a beat down!" I yelled. "He was calling himself all kinds of ugly names, queer, fag, pervert. Remember when I said that about myself and Bull slapped me saying no one was going to call me names, not even myself?" Tom refreshed my memory. :"Yes, I do seem to recall that. So you did the same to him?" "Yup. Ain't no one going to call Bull names, not even himself," Tom laughed. "So I take it things went smoother after that?" I asked. "No details necessary, just wanted to make sure he got the support he needed and maybe some answers," "He's still totally unsure of himself. He actually asked us if we'd show him some things, play around a little. Nothing serious, just test the waters," Toby revealed. "And how do you boys feel about that?" I asked "I mean, Bull is our friend and all. We want to help him figure out what's going on in his head. But we wanted to ask you first, you know, before we really did anything with anyone else besides you." Tom jumped in. "Would that bother you if we did? Just some jerking and sucking together. No anal and definitely no kissing." "No kissing?" I asked "Nope, kissing makes it too personal, like it's for real. It might lead to having feelings, if you can understand," Tom explained. "I understand completely. You boys do what you feel is appropriate. I'm sure you handle the situation gently. I have no problem with the three of you experimenting. But again, no details. What happens is between you and Bull." I warned them. "Thanks, Ronnie. We were hoping you'd feel that way." Tom came over and hugged me. While he had me held tight, he signaled to Toby who came up behind me and yanked my shorts right down to my ankles. "All this talk has made us horny. So let's have some welcome home sex!" Tom yelled as Toby shed his clothes. Tom broke our hug, stripped naked and jumped in the pool, followed by Toby. Am I going to stand here and watch two gorgeous teenagers swim naked in my pool and not join them? No way in hell! I shucked the rest of my clothes and dove headfirst in the water, swimming under water until I surfaced right behind Tom. I grabbed him around his waist and pushed my cock up against his ass crack. In the short time it took me to undress and swim half the length of the pool, my cock had gone from limp and floppy to hard and ready. Toby was swimming in front of Tom and taunting him that he had been caught. Tom reached out and grabbed his leg as he went by and pulled him back, putting Toby in a bear hug. "A sex sandwich and I'm the meat between two slices of bread!" Tom hollered. "Yeah, I can feel your meat trying to poke a hole in this piece of bread," Toby laughed. "Well, there is a breadstick behind me trying to push it's way in me," Tom replied back to Toby. We let go of each other and swam back to the shallow end of the pool. Toby grabbed the edge of the pool and bent over, pushing his ass back for Tom. I moved up behind Tom and pressed my dick to his ass. I let Tom slid inside Toby first and then I pressed past his tight hole. We all held our positions for a minute so Toby and Tom could get used to being penetrated. I backed off a little and Tom began to fuck Toby, moving back and forth on my cock as he did. Tom reached around and took a hold of Toby's stiff member and stroked him in sync with his thrusts. I had gone from the height of anger this morning to such relief knowing Bull was going to be okay to now a peak of sexual arousal. I was the first to cum, shooting up Tom ass, moaning as I shot. . "You've got my load, now pay it forward, Tom. Toby is waiting," I managed to get out between heavy breaths. "As you wish, stud. Here it comes, Toby, special delivery," as his orgasm hit home, releasing six long bursts of white cum. Toby hadn't cum yet so we hoisted him up on the edge of the pool and took turns sucking his cock until he emptied his balls, wasting no time at all. Tom was the lucky one who won the prize, a mouthful of Toby's sweet cum. Toby slid back into the pool and we lazily swam around for a while then got out and let the warm sun dry us off. As we lay there, Tom turned and asked me, "So what should we do with Bull?" "Getting tag teamed with you and Toby was awesome. Should we do the same thing with him and show him how much fun we have?" giggling as he spoke. "Of course not! Don't go hardcore gay on him, let him set the pace. Toby, do you remember when you and I first played with each other, how nervous we were. We moved slow and didn't push the other one to do anything they weren't ready for. You have to remember, Bull isn't even sure he's gay. He watched gay porn and got turned on but 99% of teenage boys would. Whether they would actually act on it is something else. Plus, he has nothing to compare it to. If he has had sex with a girl, then maybe he wouldn't even be thinking about messing around with a guy. Just be honest with him, except anything about me that is, answer his questions and feel him out." I saw Tom smirk at my last comment. "Tom, I said feel him OUT, not feel him UP!" "Gotcha, Ronnie," he relied sheepishly. "Let him set the pace and if you have any questions about anything, you can always come to me," I finished. "We'll just have to keep Phil in the dark about this. He'll want to use Bull to get him off when he gets horny. I know I don't want any part of screwing around with that selfish prick," Toby grumbled. Practice was going to start in two days. I told the boys to make the most of these couple of days because once practice started they would be too tired to do much else. "Okay, let's fuck again," Tom shouted out. "I'm too tired for that already." I informed him. "Can we invite friends over to swim?" Toby asked. "Sure. I'll get some burgers and dogs if you like. Everyone is always hungry after swimming. One thing, though. Would you make sure none of them swim naked. If a parent showed up unexpectedly it could cause trouble. A bunch of naked teenagers swimming in my pool? Not a good situation for a head coach." "Awww, no more skinny dipping?" Tom lamented. "You can, we just have to be careful when and with who, okay?" They made calls and soon the pool was filled with loud and rowdy boys, enjoying their last few days of freedom. I cooked up enough food to serve Patton's Third Army but by the end of the day there wasn't a crumb left. I met with the other coaches on Sunday to discuss our plans for the season. Well, their plans, I was just along for the ride as a figurehead. Allen and Brad didn't necessarily see it that way and wanted my input on almost every facet of the program. I asked a lot of questions, threw out a few ideas, some good, some foolish as those two indicated by snickering under their breath. Tom and Toby had been quietly listening in and offered a few ideas of their own. They were reticent about speaking up but all three of us coaches welcomed their involvement. We were ready to hit the ground running on Monday. Practice was moving along smoothly. Allen had got the boys into a conditioning program to get escort ankara them back in shape after the summer break. Brad was working on some new plays with the boys. Based on last year's success, the team had been moved up a division and we had a really tough schedule this year. The boys were all performing great and I felt we'd have a good season in spite of the advancement. The only one having any problems was Bull. He was missing getting the ball to Tom sometimes when he hiked it between his legs. I went over to talk to him when they broke for a rest. "Bull, is everything alright? You don't seem to be yourself today." "I'm fine coach, just a little rusty from being off all summer. I'll do better, I promise," he assured me. I still wasn't convinced that was the reason. I assumed he was nervous about coming out to the team, or trying not to be outed, one or the other. At one point each day, Brad would make some excuse to get me off the sidelines for a while. I wasn't sure what he was up to but I didn't want to rock the boat so early in the season. "Ronnie, can you run in the supply room and get me some ace bandages. A couple of the boys are complaining about sore ankles," was one excuse. "Ronnie, can you get some more Gatorade for the drink coolers" was another oft-used one. Finally I hid behind the bleachers and watched what he was doing when I was sent away. He had the team line up and Bull would snap the ball. The line would move en mass to one side or the other as Tom was calling out "Shift, Shift! Right!" Sometimes the line would move in the direction he called and other times they moved in the opposite direction. I got what I was sent for and returned to the sidelines as quick as I could. "Brad, I'm confused. Tom calls shift right and sometimes they shift right and sometimes they shift left. Same thing when he call shift left. What gives?" "Sorry for not letting you in on this but I wanted to make sure it would work. It's good that you're confused. That's the whole point. We want to other team to be confused about which side we'll be running the play to, right of center or left." "Okay, I get that, but how does the team know which way to shift? The command is the same each time but the movement is different," I was puzzled. "Have you noticed Bull has been having trouble hiking the ball today?" Brad asked. "Yes I did. I spoke with him and h said he was just rusty, although I didn't believe him." "Watch him closely the next few plays. See if you notice anything." Brad lined them up and ran a few more abbreviated plays, the shift moving mysteriously from one side to the other. "Catch on yet?" he asked me. "Frankly, no. I'm still confused," I admitted. "Good. Watch which hand Bull uses to hike the ball on the next play," Brad clued me in. I knew Bull was right handed but he had his left hand on the ball. Tom called for shift right and the line shifted left. The next play, Tom called shift right and Bull had his right hand of the ball, The line shifted right. "Holy hell! The hand that Bull uses to hike the ball determines the shift. Very clever and very subtle! I'm impressed," I congratulated Brad and slapped him on the shoulder. "I just hope we can keep the other teams as confused as you were," he laughed and called the boys off the field. As Bull came to the sidelines, I looked at him and smiled. "Lefty, left, righty, right. Going to take some practice, I'm sure," I encouraged him. Tom came up right behind Bullas I was talking to him. "Don't worry, Coach, Bull will definitely be practicing switching hands," as he looked at Bull and made the universal sign for jerking off laughing hard, switching from one hand to the other. . "Fuck you, Eagen," Bull yelled back jokingly. "Just don't get confused and grab my left ball or my right ball with your hands." The first several weeks were going smoothly. Coach Allen had the boys getting in shape gradually and the boys were catching on to Coach Brad's new plays. I had noticed that Bull had been quieter and more moody the last few days. I asked him if everything was ok and he said he was just tired. I found that hard to believe as at the beginning of practice that day Bull yelled over his shoulder when the team was finishing the last lap of their warm up run. "Come on you pussies, one more lap! And double time it," as he took off at a run. The entire team yelled, hollered and cheered as they sprinted to catch up with Bull. Not what you'd expect from a tired player. I asked my boys to discreetly speak with Bull and see if they could figure out what was up. Mid way through practice the next day, Tom came up to me and asked if they could have the locker room after practice for a team meeting, just the boys, no adults. I wasn't sure what was up but I assumed it had something to do with Bull. I hoped he wasn't being bullied. If he was, I wish he had come to me. But I did ask the boys to get involved when Bull wouldn't open up to me. I told them it would be ok with me and I'd speak to Brad and Allen. I told them about Tom's request, not the details, and told them I'd make up an excuse that the three of us had to meet with the principle right after practice to update him on the team's progress this year. Then I addressed the team. "Boys, your coaches have a meeting with the principle after practice. You'll be on your own to shower and clean up when you're done. No horseplay or screwing around. Get showered, put your gear away and we'll see you tomorrow. Tom will check to make sure everything is picked up and then he'll lock up. We're treating you like adults in this so please act like adults and don't let us down. Now, back on the field." As the boys were finishing showers, Tom asked Phil and Barry to stay and help Toby and him lock up. Phil got a shit eating grin on his face, "Sure Tom, glad to stick around and help you with whatever you want," assuming this was going to turn sexual, especially when Tom started to walk away with his towel over his shoulder while still naked. If only he knew. The three of them went back into the shower room and checked it out then headed back to the locker room. "Thanks for helping," Tom said to them as he headed for his locker. "No problem, we're a team, we always give each other a hand," Phil winked and he stroked his stiffening cock. "Glad you feel that way," Tom replied as Bull and Toby came around the corner. Phil saw them and his face turned red. "Well, if we're all done, I have to get going," Phil stammered as he turned to go back to his locker and get dressed. "Oh, we're not done yet, Phil, not by a long shot. We understand that you have been coercing Bull to suck your cock to "see if he really is gay'? Am I right?" Tom inquired. "Just trying to help him out, that's all," Phil shot back in his defense. "You WHAT? What the fuck was the big idea behind that?" Barry yelled at Phil. "None of your god damn business, Barry. You know why," Phil answered him angrily. "We all know why, Phil. I've got something I want you to see," as Tom picked up his phone and played the segment from the video surveillance of Phil and Barry on the patio. "Barry told you he didn't think we'd be your cumsluts so you decided Bull would be instead." "You video taped us," Barry asked hesitantly, "Just on the patio, right?" "Oh, are you worried we might have the part of you and Phil making out like gay lovers in the pool?" Tom asked innocently. "You had no right to do that. How the hell did you tape us, you were in another state," Phil asked. Tom explained the camera system and how they happened to see it. "I found it most interesting. And I'm sure the rest of the team, hell, the rest of the school would find it interesting as well, particularly the scenes of you two kissing," as Tom backed up the video to show them the kissing part. "You asshole, Phil! I should have know better than to let you do that," Barry said as he gave Phil as shove on the shoulder. "It kinds looks like you really didn't 'LET' him, looks like you wanted it as much as Phil did," Tom concluded. "It was Barry's idea. He was horny and attacked me," Phil tried to deflect the blame. "You really wouldn't show that to anyone would you, Tom." Barry grew concerned. "It all depends. Bull said he sucked off Phil three times and Phil told him that he'd reciprocate but never did. So I think it's time for Phil to make good on his promise. How about you, Bull? Would you like a nice warm wet blowjob right now?" Bull was well aware of what Tom had in mind after he had told Tom about Phil. "I'd always be up for a blow job, but especially right now," as he grabbed his cock and gave it a couple of strokes to get it hard. The nickname Bull was fitting for more than just the size of his body. His cock kept growing until it reached an impressive 8". Phil looked around nervously looking to se if he could escape his fate. "Well, Phil, do you perform or do I schedule a performance of my video on TikTok tonight?" Tom threatened. "Get on your knees, you evil bastard!" Barry shouted. "You got us into this and you're going to get us out of it," pushing Phil down on his knees. As Bull stepped forward and put his cock in Phil's face, Tom and Toby smiled as each other and fist bumped. Bull put is hand on Phil's head and pulled him forward. "Let's see if you're as good a cock sucker as you said I was. Suck me!" he commanded. Bull threw his head back and smiled as Phil took the huge cock in his mouth, or as much of it as he could, gagging and pulling back only to be pulled forward again by Bull. "So this will square us away? You're not going to show that video to anyone?" Barry asked nervously. "You didn't really do anything wrong. It was Phil who took advantage of Bull. You would be collateral damage if we did show the video," Tom explained. "We wouldn't want to mess you up unless you planned to get involved with Phil as well." Tom warned Barry. "No way. You even saw me tell him on the video he was sounding like a jerk to suggest you or Toby would suck him off just because you're gay," Barry pleaded his innocent. "Maybe you right, but how can we be sure?" Toby chimed in. "This is how you can be sure," as Barry grabbed a bottle of shower gel off the bench behind him, smeared it on his cock then moved in behind Phil as he was sucking Bull's cock. Barry smeared some gel on Phil's hole and stuck a finger in. "You're an asshole, Phil, and an asshole is only good for one thing . . . fucking!" as Barry slid up behind Phil and aimed his cock at Phil's slippery hole. Phil pulled his mouth back and hollered at Barry, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" "Exactly that. I'm going to fuck your ass to show Tom and Toby that I never planned on using Bull. I'm not your cohort in this. ankara escort bayan You're the only one who deserves to be used." At that, Barry pushed his cock deep inside Phil in one hard shove. Phil tried to scream in pain but Bull was holding his head tight into his crotch, keeping his cock buried in Phil's mouth. Barry rocked back and forth, fucking Phil with a vengeance. Barry's aggression proved his was no longer best buddies with Phil. Bull looked at Barry, looked down at Phil crying as he sucked Bull's cock while his ass was being ravaged by Barry's hard cock and then looked at us and smiled. "Think he has had enough?" Bull asked compassionately. "Not until you cum, Bull. You owe him three loads so give him number one now and the other two at your convenience. "Hey, I'm not finished either. I want to fill his sorry ass with my cum," Barry threw in. Bull skull fucked Phil for a few more minutes before yelling out, "Hell yes, this is it!" And shot his load into Phil sore throat. As he pulled out, Phil begged for Barry to stop. "I'll stop. I'll stop when I finish. Which is right about now!" Pulling Phil's hip hard against him, Barry tensed up and completed the spit roasting of Phil's naked body. His cock slipped out and Phil slumped onto the floor. "Bull, I'm sorry, I'll never do anything like that again, not to you or anyone else, I promise," Phil said almost sobbing. "You're damn right you won't. But Bull will, two more times to make it all even." Tom spoke firmly. "And I'll be there to make sure it happens," Barry offered. "That's up to you, Barry. We're sure Phil won't try anything stupid again so we're going to erase the video. You're in the clear," Toby assured him. "Now let's get cleaned up and leave. We don't want anyone to find us still here and start asking questions." The day after the meeting Bull was back to his usual self, talkative, smiling and in good spirits. Evidently the boys had helped him with his problems. What ever the meeting was about took care of his problems. A couple of days after the big meeting I overheard Barry telling Phil that he'd be stopping by after practice and he better be ready. Phil asked if Bull was coming but Barry told him he'd be by himself. Phil just smiled and nodded. I didn't find out until later what had happened in the locker room. I put two and two together and concluded that Barry and Phil enjoyed butt fucking and were going to continue by themselves. Bull started dating one of the cheerleaders shortly after the meeting. I asked the boys what was up with that. They told me Bull had tried messing around with a guy and decided it was okay but it really wasn't who he was. He got aroused watching gay porn but not actually doing it. Strange how things work out. The season was moving along nicely. The team was winning games and everyone was getting along. Occasionally my boys would be particularly frisky at home after a practice. When I asked them what brought on the hornies, Toby confessed it was Tom's scheme in the showers. If he overheard one of the players talking about his girlfriend Tom would coax him on, wanting details. If questioned why a gay boy would want to hear about a girl, he simply said he was curious how the other half lived and laughed it off as a joke. His real reason was the player would go into detail and soon he and who ever was in ear shot were sporting boners, including Tom and Toby. "Hey look, the gay boys are stiff too. Maybe there is hope for them yet," as they all laughed. Toby and Tom were chubbed up from being able to check out the other guy's stiff cocks without any push back. A devilish plan but it worked. Of course then they came home and the end result was a night of sucking, fucking and cuddling before falling asleep in each other's arms. The end of October was the annual Booster Club fundraising dinner. The Booster Club was a group of adult supporters of the team who raised money to buy equipment that the school couldn't afford or didn't feel was necessary to the program. Sport jackets, workout equipment, the year end banquet and the like. It was a big event with all the movers and shakers in town attending, wanting to see and be seen. As head coach, I was asked to give a short speech. I was introduced to speak by the chairman of the club, Ralph Hamilton. "Thank you, Mr. Hamilton, it's a pleasure to be here this year as the new head coach of our team. And when I say our team, I mean everyone, the coaching staff, the boys on the field and on the sidelines and of course, the parents and all of you generous supporters. We are having a great season this year with the hard work everyone is putting in. We are on track to go to the state finals and bring home another trophy for the trophy case in the school lobby." From the table in the front of the room, a gentleman spoke up, interrupting my speech. "Tell us, Mr Head Coach, what are you going to do with gay boys on your team?" "I'm not exactly sure what you mean, sir?" "I mean are you going to allow gay boys on the team and in the locker room with the regular boys?" he rudely asked. "I didn't notice that check off box for sexual preference on the application to join the team," I joked back to him trying to keep it from getting out of hand. "Don't play coy with me, you're the coach. You should know if you have a homo in your midst," he continued. "The last coach knew if one of them was on his team and he knew how to handle it." "He knew how to handle the girls as well. That's why he's not up tonight and I am." Stepping a little over the line of correctness. "What are you going to do with him if you find one?" "If he's new to the game, we'll teach him how to play, if he knows the game, he'll be in line to get some playing time and if he's really good, he'll be a starter. Simple as that." "If you let a faggot play on our team it would be an embarrassment to the school and this organization!" he was getting more and more agitated. "You and I have one thing in common, sir, we can both be intolerant of others. And I am intolerant of bigots, sir. You are the embarrassment to this organization!" as my anger started to rise. "Easy, Coach," Mr. Hamilton warned me, "Mr. Blythe is one of our biggest contributors." I just glared back at Mr. Hamilton. No one, and I mean no one, was going to talk that way about the team. "Listen you flamer, either you have to go or I will," the loud mouth threatened. "I was invited he by Mr. Hamilton. If wants me to leave, I'll go. Other than that, the ball is in your court, sir." "I'll have your job for talking to me like this," he retaliated. "If you wanted my job, you should have applied when the opening came up," as I gained my composure. A subdued laugh spread across the room. Mission accomplished. "I've had enough of this bullshit. I leaving and taking my donation check with me. You won't see this $5,000 this year or any other year as long as your head coach!" as he got up and stormed towards the exit. Bull's father stood up and clapped, starting a wave on people who did the same. The man who was leaving stopped at the door and turned to give me the finger. "That's right sir, we're number one and will be all season no matter who we have on the team. Thank you for coming." The room burst out in a hearty laugh, further infuriating the man as he turned his back and walked out. The room quieted down with all eyes on me. "I have to apologize for that exchange. When I took this position Brad and Allen explained that a head coach is only a figurehead, a spokesperson for the team. I guess they didn't realize how outspoken I can be when the situation calls for it." A chuckle and smiling faces looked at me. "I didn't want to get into an argument but no one is going to belittle anyone on the team. I don't want the club to suffer any financial loss from this so I'm not only going to match his canceled donation but I'll double it. I'll write a check for $10,000 before I leave here tonight." Another rousing standing ovation from the floor. I continued my short speech and sat down. Mr. Hamilton took the podium again and continued with the program. "A hell of a year ahead of us, a hell of a year folks," he pronounced as he introduced the next speaker. After the formal program was finished, I had a line of people waiting to shake my hand and congratulate me on the way I handled the situation. Some of the people I knew and many of the faces were new. The event wrapped up and I headed home. The boys were waiting for me at the front door. "Holy shit, Ronnie, you blew that guy right out of the water tonight!" Tom shouted. "Fuck yeah, Ronnie, you didn't take no shit from that asshole," Toby yelled. "Wait, what? How did you boys know what happened?" I asked them "Are you kidding, both our phones blew up with texts from the guys on the team. Bull's parents were there and texted Bull about what you said. Bull spread it around and we're been on our phones for the last two hours. You're an honest to goodness fucking hero!" Tom claimed. "Let's give him a hero's welcome, Toby," as the two of them proceeded to undress me right there in the hallway inside the front door. "We'll give him some physical support in appreciation for his financial support." Toby grabbed my head and pulled it towards him, starting to make out while Tom was stripping his clothes off. I couldn't see what Tom was doing but he had a tube of lube in his pocket that he used to lube up his ass. He tossed it to Toby as he broke our kiss and squeezed some on my cock. "Follow the hole, follow the hole," Tom taunted as he scooted on his hands and knees, his lubed hole puckering at me. He went up the stairs, still on his hands and knees with me close behind. Tom jumped on the bed, still on his hands and knees, presenting his ass for my pleasure. I did not disappoint him. I got on the bed behind him and brought my slippery cock to his ass, grabbed his hips and slowly but firmly pushed my way inside him. I bottomed out and stayed still, relishing the tightness and warmth of his young ass. Toby got on the bed next to us and stroked Tom cock underneath us. Tom's sphincter responded by flexing in and out, causing me to get with the program and start fucking him. I reached down and grabbed Toby's cock and tried to stroke him all at the same time. "I can wait, Ronnie. I want to cum in your ass, not your hand," Toby declared. "I just want you to stay hard and not loose your boner," I informed him. "No chance of that happening. Not even after I blow a load up your ass. I'm so jacked right now for you I'll be hard the rest of the night." And he was. Toby stroked Tom to completion while I pumped my load into him. Then Toby moved around behind me and gave me the same pleasure I had just given Tom. Then it was my turn to suck Tom off. But Toby was right, he was ready for more. So I blew him as well. As we drifted off to sleep, I could still feel Toby's cock, still hard, pushing against my thigh. What a great way to go to sleep!