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Hard As Nails: Ch 13 -- War Path
Sean pulled into his in-laws' driveway at 10:45. RJ was laying on a beach towel in the front yard naked as the day he was born. Sean was always impressed with Robert's physique and how he had filled out as a man. His chest hair was matted from sweating in the sun. His large cock and balls mirrored those of his brother and father.
"You're back early. Did something happen?" RJ asked as he sprang to his feet. Martha was coming out the kitchen door.
Gunnar answered, "Wait till you see the video. They wouldn't let us register for tryouts because our names on the school printout don't match the birth certificates. Then they called Pops and Dad fags behind their backs, but I got it on my phone."
"Bring that hear Gunnar, please," Mormor requested. She took the phone and hit the play button. RJ joined his mother in watching the exchange. Sean could see his mother-in-law's jaw setting and her lips pursed together. When she heard the last comments about her son she exploded. "Damn Arlene Woodhouse and Wanda Jacobs. And Jim Sherlock would not know sanctity and spiritual correctness if it bit him in the ass, the damn drunk and wife beater." She slipped the phone into her apron pocket and went into the house. When the family caught up with her, they found her seated in the living room with her cell phone. Leon was sitting wide eyes in his recliner. He knew his wife was pissed and on the warpath. She was speed dialing someone.
"Morning Malcolm, is Hilda available? It's Martha Reed." She listened to his response. "Sure I'll wait." A few moments went by. "Morning Hilda, I need you to come to my house right now. I have in my possession a video that shows that there was a conspiracy to deny my grandchildren access to the tryouts at the high school this morning as well as plans to drive Junior from his coaching position." She listened again. "Hilda, it was not a request. I expect you here in 40 minutes. I suggest you bring the Superintendent and the principal as well. You know how far my word reaches in this town. If you are not here, my voice is going to be heard." She ended the call.
After taking a few deep breaths she looked at Sean and RJ. "How are we going to break this news to Junior?"
"He's got both teams at the house right now Mom," Sean noted. "Does he need to know before this meeting? Do we want him at the meeting?"
"Mom, he's going to be heartbroken. He loves teaching. He loves coaching. If he sees this video before the meeting, Sherlock's plan will work. He'll tell them to shove it up their asses."
Hilda Rice was the chairperson of the School Board of DeSoto County. As she dressed to go to Martha Reed's home she called Superintendent Noel Griffin and conferenced in Principal Joe Eisly. "Gentleman, we've been summoned to Martha Reed's house on Lipe Road. You'll pass their ranch driveway on the left and they are the first driveway on the right past it. She has a tape allegedly showing a conspiracy to deny her grandchildren's participation in the tryouts today as well as a group effort to force Coach Reed to quit." She listened a moment. "Gentlemen, I don't care what you're doing. You're going to be there. Martha doesn't get riled often, but when she does it will spell doom and gloom for those on the receiving end. She has a mighty reach in this town because she does a lot of good work behind the scenes." She listened again. "Yes, I'm leaving now."
"Sean, I think Clay needs to see this before they get here. RJ run over and see how you can help while Junior comes to the house."
"Yes, Mom. What do you want to say to him?" "Just tell him Sean is here with the kids. Nothing more except they are all alright."
"Yes, Ma'am. I better put on some clothes," RJ headed into his bedroom. He returned with his daisy dukes and a wife beater covering his torso. He headed out the front door and ran across the road to the hidden gate. He ran through the field where he saw teams of football players try to race while they kept their feet on 2 X 4 that were tied with rope handles. He found Clay supervising the swimming pool while covering the watermelon with Crisco.
"RJ, come to join the football team at last!" Junior teased.
"In your jock-laden dreams bro. Mom sent me to get you. Tell me what I need to do while you're at the house."
"I can't leave with all these kids here. What does Mom want?"
"I'm to tell you Sean and the kids are at the house, and they are alright. You just need to go."
A look of worry drifted over Clay's face. He wiped his greasy hands on a towel. The watermelon contest starts at noon. Fire up the grill and the oven. Bake the hamburgers and boil the hotdogs. Throw them on the grill to char them a bit as the contest gets underway. The winner's teammates go first through the line. Get Fifth to help set out some of the other stuff." He pulled out his phone and texted the other 5 coaches.
He texted, "Family Emergency. I must leave for a few. My brother is here to man the grill. Stick to the schedule. I'll be back." Then he sprinted across the field and disappeared into the bushes near the hidden gate.
Chad Steele watched him sprint across the field. He thought to himself, "Damn Coach still can put the move on. He's got great form. Hope I'm that good as an old man."
Clay entered his parents' house through the kitchen. He found everyone in the living room. One look at his mother's face told him that she was on the warpath.
"Clay," Sean began, "Rather than explain why we're here you need to calmly watch this video." Martha handed Gunnar's phone to her son.
"Whose phone?" Clay inquired.
"It's mine Dad," Gun replied.
Clay typed in 4-8-6-6 unlocking the phone. The video was already loaded and ready to play. Junior hit the play button and watched silently as his children were turned away from tryouts. His jaw set and his lips pursed when he heard his husband referred to as a fag. His eyes widened when he heard his colleagues refer to him as a faggot as well. He handed the phone back to his mother.
"This damn narrow-minded town. I, I'm going to...'
Sean slipped his hand into Clay's, "You will do nothing for the moment. Mom's running this show."
Clay looked into his husband's eyes. He felt a sense of calm come over him. He looked at his mother.
"I've already summoned Hilda, Noel, and Joe. They should be here within 20 minutes. If they're not I'll be starting my calls."
"Who will you be calling Mormor," Vic asked.
"I'll start with the pastors: Trinity Methodist, our church, St. Edmund the Martyr, St Paul's, First Presbyterian, Grace Lutheran, First Baptist, and Church of the Nazarene. Then I'll call each of the other 4 school board members as well as the full county commission. I'll ask the Women's Club to put the issue before the club at its next meeting as well as talk to the Kiwanis and Rotary club presidents. The Reed Foundation has helped them all over the years. I've personally worked in their pantries and other fundraising events. Then I'll call every busybody I know and spread the word through the gossip chain. But first, we'll see what these three players will do. You see Hilda is up for re-election this year. She has two challengers. I could throw my support to one of them. The Superintendent's contract was given a one-year extension on a 3-2 vote back in May. If Hilda loses his job gets imperiled. And I have two other cards up my sleeve."
They heard a car pull into the driveway. Clay looked out the front window. "It's Mr. Eisly. I'll greet him."
"No, you won't. I'll do it. You stay here until all three are here." Martha got up and headed into the kitchen and out the side door. "Mr. Eisly. Thank you for coming so quickly. You're the first to arrive. Please come in."
"Morning Mrs. Reed. I wasn't given much choice. Mrs. Rice said you have something to show us."
"Yes, I do but we'll wait on the others. Please come in. May I offer you ice tea or lemonade? Or perhaps you'd prefer coffee?"
Joe Eisly entered the kitchen and Martha directed him to a seat at the kitchen table. "Lemonade would be wonderful, Ma'am. Thank you." Martha poured his drink and gave it to him.
They heard a second car pull up and Martha went out to greet her next guest, Hilda Rice. She too was offered refreshment. She chose iced tea. The superintendent arrived a very tense 10 minutes later. Martha refused to say more until she had served him his drink, also an iced tea.
"We're here to discuss a very serious issue that occurred on the campus of the high school today involving Mr. Sherlock, Ms. Woodhouse, and Mrs. Jacobs. First, though we need all the players to join us. Everyone come in, please." Leon led Clay and Sean through to the kitchen and the five teens followed. "Kids sit on the floor over there so we don't crowd our guests too much." Once all the adults were seated at the table Martha pulled out Gunner's phone. She handed it to Sean who entered the code to unlock it. Martha hit play and watched the faces of the three school officials pale as they listened to the obvious discrimination and the conspiracy at which Jim Sherlock was at the head.
Martha began, "There are always consequences to actions. My grandchildren were excluded from team tryouts. They have decided to transfer to the State-run virtual school as you heard in the video. So I guess AHS will be a D school again. Junior has not yet decided how he will be responding to the insults leveled at his children, his husband, and himself. Mr. Walls has already notified his attorney. Given what we saw with the hospital, Mr. Bixley is probably already distributing the video to local media. For my part, I too am hurt and disappointed. Leon, please bring me the folder from my secretary." Leon got up and retrieved a vanilla folder that had Desoto County Schools written on its tab.
"As all three of you know, the Reed foundation each year gives the school board $9,000 for the use of the media centers. I haven't brought this in yet Hilda," Martha commented as she removed a check for $9000 from the folder. She tore the check in half and then in half again. In my capacity as a member of the Board of Directors of the Reed Foundation, I had drawn the following proposal to be presented at our November meeting. She pulled out another piece of paper and handed it to Hilda. Please read it for everyone. Only my husband and I have discussed it."
"Motion by Martha Reed, seconded by Leon Clayton Reed III, Whereas the School Board of DeSoto County lacks the funds to build a quality swimming pool for the swim team of Arcadia High School in which students may practice and host meets. Be it resolved that the Reed Foundation will donate $250,000 towards the construction of a regulation pool on the campus of Arcadia High School. Martha this is very generous." She handed the paper back to Martha who tore it in half.
"You have permitted homophobia to infest our schools. You have employed staff who mentally abuse our children. Why in the name of all that is good and holy would we invest further funds? We want to see concrete action to deal with these three on the video and any others in the cabal."
Joe Eisly spoke up, "I am going to suspend the three on this tape and begin an investigation to find out who else is part of their group. I will also direct that whatever sport each of your children wanted to try out for today they are automatically members."
"No, thank you," Vic stated. "That's like painting a bullseye on our backs. They weren't good enough to qualify. They're on the team because their father is Head Coach. Anyway, why should we attend your school?"
"Young lady, I was addressing the adults at the table," Mr. Eisly replied.
"In our family Sir, when one of us is being discussed we have the right to take part. Right Dad, Pops?"
"Right you are Victoria," Pops replied. "We've heard nothing here that changes their or our minds about our children attending AHS. Three of them have missed the tryouts for the cheerleading squad. We'll never know if they would have qualified."
"And I haven't decided if I'm going to coach for you after hearing that tape. How many of my so-called colleagues feel that way?" Clay queried.
"Martha, I've known you for over 30 years, I'm surprised you would deny the funds for our media centers. I know each of our schools is always very appreciative but as you have instructed, they never knew it came from your family."
Martha smiled wickedly at the school board chairperson. "Hilda Rice, I recall when Lindsey got herself suspended from middle school for smoking in the bathroom. You raised holy hell all over town. You were so pissed off that you ran for school board and have been serving ever since. You know a mother's instincts. They don't go away when her grandchildren are mistreated."
"If I may, Mrs. Reed," Noel Griffin spoke up. "Mr. Eisly, by my order all tryouts for today are canceled. No results are to be posted. Tryouts will resume next Saturday and the following Saturday after that. In addition to suspending those employees, I will be recommending to the Board that they be suspended with pay. Then at the meeting after that terminated for cause. I further suggest Mr. Eisly, that you report them to CFS and Professional Practices for child abuse. Mrs. Rice, we will just have to do without those extra funds for media services this year. Hopefully, the Reeds will reconsider for next year. Mr. Walls and Coach Reed, I cannot tell you how sorry we are that a few bad apples have ruined your homecoming to Arcadia. If you do not wish to have your children attend our school, we will understand and count it our loss. Coach, if you chose to resign, your contract requires a four-week notice. We would hate to see you go. We trust that should you do so you will maintain your high standards of professionalism and teach and coach to the best of your ability. As to the issue of homophobia in the schools, perhaps Mrs. Rice we should have a few work sessions with the other Board Members on how to reduce it in the school setting. We can't cure all the world's problems, but we can educate students to be non-judgmental of others by accepting all students." He paused then turned to the five teens.
"I can see that you were prepared for today. I am so sorry you saw the ugly parts of Arcadia twice in one week. I can't promise you won't see it again. However, I can tell you that should you choose to attend AHS, you will be treated fairly as every student in that school should be treated. I would expect you to help us identify bullies and racists and report them to the Dean of Students or the guidance counselors."
He turned back to the adults. We've taken up enough of your time today. We have some work to do ourselves. Joe, I'll join you at the high school. Hilda, would you call the Sheriff and request she meet us there? Oh, would you mind forwarding that video to all three of us please?"
Gunnar got up from the floor and picked up his phone. He cued up the video to text it. "Telephone numbers, please." The three school officials provided their numbers and Gunnar entered them. He sent the video to them.
"Thank you for bringing this regrettable incident to our attention. I hope you'll all try out next week," Mr. Griffin stated as he and the other two officials left the house.
"I'm going to go back to the house," Clay stated. "Mom, can they stay here?"
"Of course Junior, they can stay as long as they want."
"Dad, I want to go back to the house," AJ stated emphatically. "If we do stick to our guns this will be our only chance to interact with some of the students."
"I agree Dad," Erik chimed in.
"Me three," Gunnar added.
"I'll stay with Mormor and Grandpa," Gitte commented.
"Me too," Vic said. "I'll show up for my driving lesson at 3."
"Mom and Dad, I'll leave the Escalade here with the keys. I'll walk back over after the team leaves to bring it home."
No problem, Sean. Have fun with the guys," Mormor kissed the five guys that were leaving as did Leon. "Now girls what should we do?"
"Let's talk about what we need to do for the wedding," Vic suggested.
"Wonderful idea. That should cheer us up."
The five guys walked across the road and entered their property through the hidden gate. "If we hurry, we can just about make the greased watermelon contest," Clay told them. The five of them sprinted across the field. They missed the start, but all six co-captains were in the deep end trying to move the greased watermelon. There was much splashing and pushing and fumbling of the watermelon. The two teams were rooting for their side when suddenly the watermelon disappeared. It took the JV squad a minute to notice that Chad was moving toward the shallow end. As they swam for him the other two Varsity members blocked them. As Chad arrived at the steps, he pulled the watermelon from between his legs where he had wrapped it in his baggy swim trunks. He heaved it to the top step and declared victory. The Varsity team cheered, and the JV booed.
Sean and Clay joined RJ at the grill to help dish out the hamburgers and hotdogs to the players. AJ, Erik, and Gunnar found Fifth sitting with a few of the other freshmen and sophomores waiting for their turn to get in line.
"Fifth, who are your friends?" AJ asked as he fist bumped his brother.
"What are you guys doing here?" he asked with a confused look on his face.
"Short answer same bullshit as at the hospital. It's handled. Introduce us dumb nuts."
Fifth shot AJ a bird, "I'd like to introduce my brothers, AJ, Erik, and Gunnar. This is Connor Mack, Joey Knolls, Emilio Hernandez, and Demarkus Smith." The guys all shook hands.
"What positions do you play?" Erik asked.
Demarkus, his ebony skin shining with sweat in the noontime sun, answered first, "I'm one of the quarterbacks."
Joey Knolls, struck a pose to show off his well-developed chest and forearms, and spoke next, "I'm a middle linebacker."
"I'm playing cornerback on the D-line," Emilio offered.
"That leaves me," Connor began. He smiled broadly at the three newcomers and his blues eyes zeroed in and held Gunnar's for a few seconds longer than the others. "I'm the center."
"What did you guys try out for this morning?" Emilio inquired.
"Not a damn thing. Our birth certificates didn't match our names on the school roster," AJ explained. "We just came from a big meeting with the Chairperson of the School Board, the Superintendent, and the principal," AJ noted.
"And?" Emilio pressed.
"All results from this morning's tryouts are voided," Erik added.
"Fuck" Joey exclaimed as he sat back on the ground. "There are going to be some pissed-off parents and classmates."
"Let me guess," Emilio continued, "you have hyphenated names as we do in the Hispanic Community. My last name is Hernandez-Garcia. They pulled the same crap on me last year. My father raised holy hell and they backed off."
"Well there are three new vacancies at the high school," Gunnar shared checking his watch. "They should be getting the news just about now."
"Sherlock one of them?" Connor queried.
"That would be an affirmative," AJ said sitting down next to Emilio. Gunnar sat down opposite Connor and Erik plopped to the ground next to Joey.
"Couldn't happen to a better creep! He spends too much time cruising through the locker room after games and practice," Connor shared.
"That's just creepy," Erik agreed.
"Never touched anyone, at least that I know of," Demarkus noted. "But Billy would know better than me."
"Billy?" AJ asked.
"Yeah, Martin was the team whore until this morning. Coach Reed has heard about students having sex on campus and at school events. If he hears that we've been having sex with anyone on campus or at events, it's automatic removal from the team. Billy has helped a lot of us with stress release. A thing of the past now," Demarkus explained as he looked at Billy who was just getting his hamburger and hotdog.
"JV line up, "Coach Reed hollered. The players lined up, grabbed paper plates, and filed down the line picking up macaroni salad, various chips, a hotdog, and a hamburger bun. RJ put a hotdog in each bun as they passed him and Sean added the hamburger patty to the remaining bun, The players then went to the condiment table to fix their entre up to their taste. The four brothers went last followed by the coaching staff.
The adults had just gotten settled at one of the picnic tables when Clay's cell phone rang. It was Joe Eisly. "Good afternoon Mr. Eisly, How can I help you?"
"Clay, this is an official notification that all tryouts are suspended, and results are voided for today by order of the Superintendent of Schools. You need to send the players home."
"Why? We're not having tryouts. We are doing team-building exercises, Everyone is having a great time."
"What time are you going to today?"
"We end at 2. Why not come by and see for yourself?"
"No, I'm dealing with CFS, the sheriff, and typing up suspension notices. Continue your party but tell the coaches what's going on."
"No Sir, Since I'm involved in this mess, they need to hear it from you."
"All right, let me speak to them."
"Guys, Mr. Eisly needs to tell you all something," Clay laid the phone on the table and put it on speakerphone.
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes Sir, we can hear you," Clay responded on behalf of his staff.
"This is an official notification that all tryouts are suspended, and results are voided for today by order of the Superintendent of Schools. In addition, I've suspended Sherlock, Woodhouse, and Jacobs for cause. There will be a faculty meeting Monday at 7 AM. I need to go. Enjoy your party." Eisly hung up.
Lee Thomas looked at Clay. "Junior we were in school together. You know I can still read you like a book. You disappear for an hour and when you return all hell is breaking loose at the school."
"Rather than tell you let us show you," Sean interjected as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He cued up the video Gunnar had sent him and hit play. The five coaches gathered closer together to see and hear what was being said."
"Damn assholes," Lee commented.
"No argument there," Coach Reed agreed.
Gunnar finished his lunch and tossed his plate in the trash bin. He grabbed a soda from the ice tub and a few cookies from the snack table and went over and sat in the shade to one side of the Salon. He had a lot on his mind from what he knew about Bill to the comments Demarkus had made about him. He also had to think about the comments Connor had made about the locker room. He also felt his gaydar had gone off again. The strawberry blond hair was cut into a crew cut with long sideburns framing a pleasant face. His large blue eyes and the pouty lips, not to mention a trim body did get his attention."
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Gunnar opened his eyes and stared up at a smiling Connor Mack. He decided to throw caution to the wind. "As a matter of fact, I was thinking about you."
"You don't say. I was thinking about you too and wondering where you had gotten off to. Billy pointed you out for me."
"You mean Bill Martin?"
"Yes, we're close friends. Almost like family."
Gunnar smiled and chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
"You are. Bill is so obviously family with his walk, talk, and hairstyle. You're more subtle, but I get your meaning. I'm not sure I'm family just yet.
"Oh, then you felt the connection too when we met."
"Yes, you held my gaze a bit longer than most men."
"You have beautiful eyes Gunnar. If it weren't for the new rule, I'd ask you to fuck me right now."
"Gee an exhibitionist!" Gunnar laughed and Connor followed suit.
Bill Martin walked up just then. "I see you two are getting along. We're all just one great big happy family. And Con, I mean BIG."
"Oh, so you two know each other."
"Yes, I gave Gunnar a thorough tour of the school including the media center."
"Guess your private office won't be seeing as many visitors this year."
"I know. Several of the seniors have already been moaning about it to me. I had to tell them I was out of business. I was going to be anyway, but Coach's announcement makes it easier."
"Billy, we can still have sleepovers in the backyard tents."
"Con, call me Bill. I'll have to check on that. It may not be advisable for two team members to be seen bonding like that anymore. You're paired up with Dave Vance. He might appreciate your talents."
"For today only. He fucked me down at the pavilion by the river two weeks ago. I was riding my bike and he was canoeing when that thunderstorm hit. We shared the pavilion down by the dock. No one else was around. The rain was so hard you could not see two feet in front of your face. I asked him if he minded if I jacked off. He told me he would like to watch and maybe join me. So I dropped my shorts and started pounding my teeny weeny. He teased me about how tiny my dick was then he pulled out his six-inch beer can and told me to touch it so I would know what a real cock felt like. I jacked it a few times and knelt to get a better look. He grabbed my head and forced his dick into my mouth and held my head in place. He then told me he needed a tighter fit and lifted me onto the picnic table. He spread my legs, and spit on my asshole a few times before he forced his cock into me. Let me tell you I saw stars. I objected but he told me to shut up. He only fucked me a few minutes when he pulled out and blew his load on my nut sack. I told him if he ever laid a finger on me again, I'd turn him in. He tried to put it on me. However, I reminded him I had not consented to being fucked. I told him he was a rapist. He put his dick in his shorts, walked out into the rain, upended his canoe, and walked it and himself to the parking lot. I sat there and jacked off using his cum as my lube. After I shot, I washed off in the rain and walked my bike home."
"So how many gays are there at AHS?" Gunnar inquired.
"I won't name them, but I know of 4 seniors 6 juniors, 3 sophomores, and possibly 2 or more freshmen. Then there are two lesbians on the faculty and 3 gay teachers besides your father. Then of course there are the DLs and deniers -- closet cases all."
"Wow, I had no idea," Connor admitted.
"Does the school have an LGBTQI Club?"
"Gunnar this is Arcadia! They have a hard enough time knowing we exist. They're not going to help us deal with our issues," Bill said.
Coach Reed blew his whistle, and everyone turned toward him. "Time to clean up after lunch. We cooked and served it. You guys clean up. We'll continue our games in 10 minutes." The players snapped to it. Within minutes trash was collected. Several of the team were crushing cans with their feet while one was using the mounted can crusher. When the ten minutes were up Reed blew his whistle again. "Get with your buddies and continue through the rotation of stations following Coach Thomas' directions."
Clay started carrying the black trash bags to the side of the garage. His husband, brother, and 3 of his sons joined him. The place was almost back to normal. "Thank you, everyone. This is turning out to be a very successful day." I think I'm going to change and get in the pool."
"Can we join you Dad?" AJ begged.
"Of course, just don't mess with the players unless they invite you to join in."
The three teens ran to their bedrooms and changed into their swimming suits. AJ and Erik opted for baggy surfer suits. Gunnar opted for his red speedo. When the three walked out of T2 and toward the pool every available eye was focused on only one of the three brothers. Gunnar and his large bulging package were the main attraction.
Clay, Sean, and RJ were in the pool horsing around. Clay and Sean in square-cut suits and RJ in his daisy dukes. Their chiseled bodies had drawn a few stars as well. But the bulge folded into the red speedo was the prize winner. Gunnar's gaydar fired up again as he noted five or six players and one coach lick their lips as they stared at him. The teen smiled to himself at the impression he was making. He jumped into the deep end of the pool and started doing a backstroke the length of the pool and back. He then joined his family who was still horseplaying in the deep end.
Clay, Sean, and RJ got out of the pool and pulled three lounge chairs into the sun, and lay down. AJ and Erik kept dunking Gunnar until the youngest brother got tired of fighting back. He flipped his brothers the bird and he joined his parents, dragging another lounge into the sun and laying down. The hot sun soon dried his body and Gun raised his arms and spread his legs so more of the sun's rays could reach other areas of his body.
RJ informed them, "Thanks for letting me help. I had a good time. I best be getting back home to Mom and Dad."
"RJ, I can't thank you enough for being here to help out and support us in this mess of homophobia we've walked into."
"That's Arcadia for you. The worst of the worst seem to always crop up. You guys were spoiled living in Orange County."
"Yes, we were, but this is home now," Sean commented. "We will make it work."
"It's the Reed way," RJ reminded him. "Find a way to make it work." He hugged his brother and brother-in-law and headed across the field and back to his parent's house.
"I've had enough sun, I'm going into the house," Sean informed his husband. I'll come back out at 2 to say goodbye."
"You realize that's in 20 minutes."
"You don't say. Well, see you in 20." Chief headed into the house where he found a few of the players enjoying the air conditioning and chatting about football. He went upstairs and changed into shorts and a tee shirt before returning barefoot back downstairs and going into the office.
Clay had gone into the changing room at the pool and pulled on his t-shirt before returning to start straightening things up.
Gunnar suddenly felt the sun disappear from his face. He opened his eyes to see two shadowy figures standing over him. He shielded his eyes and Bill Martin and another player with close-cropped blond hair stood over him.
"I wondered if you were going to wake up," Bill stated. "I want you to meet our freshman tight end, Buddy Harris. Buddy, this is Coach Reed's son Gunnar." The blond teen reached out his hand and Gunnar shook it.
"Pleased to meet you, Buddy. What's you're given name?"
"I'm Paul. I'm named after my father. Everybody calls me Buddy or Bud."
"Well how about I use Bud? We may be in some of the same classes."
"That would be cool," his classmate responded. "I'll get my schedule Monday. Coach Lee paired me up with Bill. We've had a great day together."
"Yes, it has been fun. I think this team buddy system is a great idea," Bill commented. "And see he doesn't bite. I bet if you ask him your question, he will probably answer you." Bud blushed.
"What do you want to ask me, Bud?"
Bud blushed a deeper shade of red. "Is that all you. Bill says it is, but I've never seen a package that big."
Gunnar chuckled, "Yes, it's all me. If we're in PE together, perhaps you'll get to see it."
"Man I hope so," the blond tight end grinned. "And maybe more," he winked at Gunnar and ran off to help with the final cleanup.
"Did he just out himself?"
"Yeah, I think he did," Bill admitted. "He's dropped hints all day about how he's sorry the coach made the new rule about hooking up. He also really got into anything that involved us touching, the sack race, the pool, and basketball. If he could touch, run into or rub against me he was doing it."
"Your reputation preceded you."
"Yeah, I'm the town's faggot slut. Or I should say I was. Wish we could talk longer, but I should help with the cleanup before heading home to shower. I work at 4. Hope you have a great evening Sir.
"You have a great night as well B-Boy." Gunnar realized he had subconsciously renamed Bill. He reasoned if Pops could have a Farm Boy, I can have a B-Boy. He headed into T2 and up to his room. Locking the door behind him he stood in front of the mirror and admired the way the speedo focused attention on his cock and balls. As he watched his cock started filling with blood. He adjusted it so it pointed up the left side of the speedo. Then when it reached its full length, the head poked out above the waistband.
Hard as nails now he shimmied out of the speedo and admired his stiff prick and big balls. He started to jack at when the intercom sounded, "Family Meeting in 5 minutes. All the guests are gone. Feel free to come as you are."
Gun laughed and thought to himself, "I don't think they want this needle pointing the way." He grabbed his sarong and headed to the main house.
When Gunter entered, he found everyone there including his sisters. Dad was pacing in front of the place. Pops began the meeting.
"We've had one hell of a week here in Arcadia. I've observed that when we hang together as a family everything works itself out. It is only when we interact with a few of the bad apples in this town that things get screwed up. Fifth has now seen the video from this morning. A big thank you to Gun who had the presence of mind to document the registration experience. The school is investigating to see how widespread this conspiracy is to get Dad to quit. He has some news to share on that front."
"Mr. Eisly called a few minutes ago. As he met individually to deliver the suspension paper with the three people you met this morning, Ms. Woodhouse had the balls to tell him there were 7 more teachers and an administrator involved and there were probably a bunch more sympathetic to their cause. He has asked the Superintendent to hire someone from outside the district to investigate. Mr. Griffin has decided to have the Sheriff's Department launch an investigation in conjunction with Children and Family Services. Beginning Monday every staff member at the high school will be interviewed by both a CFS investigator and separately by the Sheriff's department. I've been advised to stay clear of the school this week as they do their work."
"I'm sorry Dad," Fifth commented. "I didn't know you had left until someone told me."
"I'm glad you were having a good time with your teammates. I think today went brilliantly. Next week should be even better. I want you all to think of new games we can play to help build real team spirit between the players." Erik was about to say Something when his father held up his hand. "I don't think there is anything else and I have a very important date to teach a certain oldest daughter how to drive a stick shift."
Pops clapped his hands three times and said, "Meeting adjourned."
"Pops," Gunnar interrupted, "may I speak with you in the office please?"
"Again?" Erik commented with a sigh of exasperation.
"Yes, again Mr. Nosey."
"Go ahead in Gunnar, I'll be there in a minute." The family went their separate ways. Sean kissed Clay goodbye and headed into the office to find Gun sitting in Clay's chair. "So Gun, what's on your mind?"
"Did Dad make this new rule about team members not having sex on campus because I lost my virginity Thursday in the library closet with Bill?"
"I honestly don't know if it figured into his decision. He didn't discuss it with me. He did tell me he was made aware that Billy, excuse me, Bill, was being used by quite a few of the varsity and he didn't want to see the boy abused or come down with an STD or worse."
"I agree with that. I had already ordered him to stop having sex with others who he ever wanted to swing my dick again."
Sean raised an eyebrow and sat quietly choosing his next phrase carefully. "I imagine that you are taking a domineering role with your friend."
"Someone had to do something. He had the hots for me in the restaurant. He made it even clearer in the library and stuff happened. I enjoyed it. When he told me he had any visitors during his lunch break in that closet I guess I got jealous then I thought he's risking a lot of stuff having so much sex. So I said what I said, and now he calls me Sir. I call him B-Boy."
Sean raised his eyebrow again. He mused how much his youngest reminded him of himself. "I suggest that when you get a quiet moment with Dad, ask him. I would suggest you don't ask for a one-on-one in front of your siblings for a week or so. They are getting suspicious and I can imagine your brothers or even your sisters corning at you on the topic."
"Good idea Pops, thank you," Gunnar got up to leave.
"Why the sarong?"
"Pops you know the rule about showing off our needles. In my case, it was no longer a needle but a spearhead."
"Ah, we interrupted a jack-off session. Shit happens. Hopefully, you can recapture the mood," he shot his son his own shit-eating grin, swatted the teen's ass cheek, and hustled him out of the office.