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Hard As Nails: Ch 22 -- Thoroughly Thursday
One simply doesn't know what to make out of Thursday each week. It is not the end of the work week. It's not the middle of the week - that's hump day. It's just meh, sort of ordinary.
As usual for a Thursday morning, or any morning for that matter, Clay's alarm went off at 5 AM. As he roused from his sleep, Farm Boy began reaching to shut off the alarm. He could move his arm. It took him a few moments to realize his right wrist was bound in rope, which led to more rope secured to his left ankle. "That little shit," he thought to himself. "Well he obviously wants up, so I'll oblige him."
The former NFL quarterback wiggled his body against his Sir and husband who was still asleep. Sean, who was feigning sleep, had been up since 3 AM when his cock became hard as nails during an erotic dream he had involving Clay and the orange groves. Chief simply moved a little further away. This continued twice more.
Sean jumped from the bed and grabbed the rope on his nightstand. He quickly turned Farm Boy onto his stomach and finished hog tying him binding the left wrist to the right ankle.
"Chief, Sir, you're mighty frisky this morning," Clay mentioned before Sean stuffed a pair of dirty white socks in this lover's mouth.
"I'm not interested in your mouth stud. There's another hole needing my attention. "Lift your ass up off the bed," Chief ordered. Sean shoved a small pillow under his husband's hips. Next, he pulled the slowly engorging nine-inch cock backward so that he was now straining against the bed. Spreading Clay's knees apart, Chief's prize came into view. Still pink after all the years of anal play the two had enjoyed in their relationship. Hairless thanks to the laser hair removal the quarterback had done in Pittsburgh.
Walls sniffed his husband's musk. Then began teasing the edges of the buttocks with little love nibbles as he slowly circled around to the prize before him. Reed squirmed under his lover's ministrations. He was getting hornier by the second as he knew where his Chief was heading. He was also uncomfortable because his bladder was aching to be emptied. All of that vanished from his mind as Sean's tongue touched his rosebud sending shockwaves of pleasure to his brain and his cock oozed a small drop of mazi.
Sean wasn't as accomplished a rimmer as Clay had become over the years. He did his best though, which always seemed to be appreciated by his boy. As his tongue began probing the tight sphincter, his right thumb located Clay's piss slit and found the pre-cum there. Chief began massaging the pre-ejaculate around his spouse's glans drawing further mumbles and wiggling of Farm Boy's hips.
Hard as nails himself, he grabbed the lube from the nightstand and poured some on Clay's pucker before fingering it. Eventually, he worked four fingers into the tight orifice. Then Chief applied lube to his own 9 inches, positioned the head, and ever so slowly began entering his boy's bottom.
Farm Boy was anxious to have that cock embedded in his ass and tried to push back to help impale himself. His Sir, however, was not having it. He pulled back slightly.
Reed received the message loud and clear and stayed still. Chief began entering the well-plowed furrow in the quarterback's body. Once he was balls deep he rested a few moments glorying in the warmth radiating from Farm Boy's ass through his cock. Sean started long dicking the high school coach while whispering to him, "Take that big daddy dick, boy. Your ass feels so good! Tight. Velvety. Warm." All the bound jock could do was mumbled his agreement and work his ass ring to pleasure his Sir more. Twenty minutes later, the roughest fuck Farm Boy had received since leaving Oak Haven was nearing a climax for both men. Sean drove his cock deep, holding onto the tied wrists and ankles of his husband. He unleashed 6 loads of hot man seed into his personal Florida Cracker. Clay too was experiencing an anal orgasm that shook his body and released his bladder. Cum and piss poured out onto the bed.
Sean noticed the mess spreading around his own knees and decided to take a piss himself. He released his stream inside Clayton's body. When he was finished, he told Farm Boy, "I'm going to pull out and you need to clamp down. Piss is one thing but piss and shit would be too much. Then you can get to the bathroom and clean up. Strip the bed and take the bedding to the laundry and get them going in the washing machine. I'm going for a swim." Sean pulled the releases for the 4 knots holding Clay in place. He pulled his dick from his husband's ass and watch a small amount of piss and cum flow out before Farm Boy clamped down. Chief wiped his shit-stained dick on the sheets and headed downstairs and out to the pool.
Farm Boy wasted no time heading to the commode to release his ass and let the foul-smelling liquid spurt from his rectum. He wiped himself up, flushed, and started the shower for a quick rinse. Gathering up the bedding he headed downstairs to the laundry room. There he added the detergent and vinegar to the dispensers and started the load. As he strode out of the laundry he was dancing to a tune in his head, while his dick was flopping back and forth. He froze as he spotted his mother and dad coming into the kitchen.
In The Salon, Vic had been awakened by the sound of plashing coming from the pool. She thought, "Must be Fifth screwing around this early. He must have missed Dad's morning run so he's playing in the pool." She rearranged her pillows and pulled the sheet and blanket over her head. Her mind drifted back to her last date with Jared Marx.
Jared was on the football team her dad had coached back in Orange County. They had been friends for a few years before she was actually allowed to go out with him. Mostly it had been with friends, but the last 4 or 5 times they had gone to the Regal Theater in Waterford Lakes. On the second trip to the theater, she finally let him grope her right breast. Vic moved her own hand to her breast as she recalled the feelings which surged through her body.
The ten then focused on their last time together alone. It had been a family movie night at Oak Haven. Gitte had picked the movie, "Jumanji" from 2017. She assured everyone it was an oldie but a goodie. Jared had sat holding her hand during the movie as they shared popcorn and soda. When the movie was over everyone had an opinion to share before heading off to their rooms. Clay decided to turn in as he had a lot planned for Saturday preparing for their move.
Sean on the other hand was headed out to his studio to work on a project a bit more before he turned in. "Jared, it was great having you here with us. Vic, I'll be in my studio. I'll let you say good night to your friend and see him out."
"Thanks for including me Mr. Walls," Jared said as he stood to shake Sean's hand. Vic had stood beside her boyfriend as they watched Pops head outside to the studio, Jared had stepped toward the front door when Vic pulled him back down on the couch where they had been seated.
"You don't have to run out the door, do you? It's only 9:30!"
"Well no. I can stay a bit longer," the teen had replied.
"Wonderful. I'll get you another coke," Vic remembered telling him as she went into the kitchen grabbing two sodas for them. As she returned, she lowered the lights in the family room.
Jared was a year older than Victoria. He stood 5'10' in height and weighed 158 pounds. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He was well-built and trained regularly, being on both the football and wrestling teams at school. His Jewish ancestors had escaped Germany just before Hitler's crackdown on Jews. His parents had moved from New York looking for a quieter country way of life. They ran a small deli off of Alafaya Trail near the University.
Settling next to Jared, Vic had leaned into him and laid her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her. "Finally," he whispered, "I've been wanting to put my arm around you all evening."
"Why didn't you?"
"With your fathers and family all around us. How could I have done this?" He moved his left hand to touch her left breast gently, circling the outline of the breast and moving his fingers ever closer to her nipple. The two started kissing and Vic decided she would finally cop a feel of her own and placed her hand on his crotch. Jared hadn't expected to be groped. His cock responded springing to its full 7 inches. The pair were in full make-out mode as their hands moved around each other's bodies.
In her bed, Vic's hands were caressing her body as she recalled the feel of Jared's hands on her. She recalled the taste of his mouth. The smell of his body and his cologne. She also recalled how his hand started to glide along the top of her jeans as he tentatively moved to slide his hand inside to touch her vagina. Victoria recalled her confusion as she both wanted to see what would happen if he let her touch her there while fearing it might lead to a place she wasn't ready to go. She opted to let him at list slide his hand inside her jeans.
Their heavy petting and make-out session was growing more heated. Jared slowly moved his hand down and was touching her pubic hair when the lights came on.
In the doorway, Sean stood with his arms crossed. "I believe its time for you to go home young man."
Jared stood quickly, slipped his flip-flops back on, and headed for the front door. "Good night Vic. Good night Mr. Walls," he embarrassed teen remembered to say before exiting the house. Sean closed and locked the door.
"Victoria Elizabeth Reed," Pops began, "Was it your idea or his?"
"I'm sorry, Pops. It was my idea to make out a little before he left. After we move to Arcadia, I don't know when I'll see him again."
"Well, young lady tomorrow, you'll have a discussion with Dad and me. We expect more from you. I think you should go to bed." Sean watched her go upstairs to her room.
In her bed under the blankets, Vic's fingers reached her vagina and she rubbed her clitoris between two of her fingers. She blocked out her father's intrusion into the memory of her time with Jared and continued to recall his hands touching her breasts and pubic hair. Within a few minutes, she was experiencing a strong orgasm of her own making.
Downstairs, Birgitte was also dreaming. Not of a boy she had left behind but one she wanted to get to know from the JV Football team. She wasn't even sure of his name yet but she had seen him briefly when his parents had dropped him off early for the Team Building Party her father had hosted. He was blond and blue-eyed and tanned. He wore his hair in a crew cut. His body was stocky and it seemed he was a bit awkward. But his smile and the sparkle in his eyes had caught her attention and she was imagining what it would be like to make out with him. She had tucked a pillow between her legs and ground into it as she imagined making out with the football player.
"Leon Clayton Reed IV, what have I told you about waving your needle around?" Martha began castigating her eldest son.
"First off, good morning. It is not a needle as it is not erect and I was dancing."
"I don't hear any music," Martha retorted.
"Someone once told me, `You, can dance to the music in your heart," Clay replied.
Martha raised her eyebrows but in her own heart, she was delighted her son had remembered one of her life lessons. "Be that as it may, we're here to have a family meeting over breakfast. What time will the kids be up?"
"We can wake them when it's ready. What are you cooking Mom?"
"Martha's Butter Biscuit Bacon or Sausage Casserole."
"You know the kids are going to want that recipe. Hell, anyone who's had it at the church breakfasts wants that recipe."
"Well, the kids can have it. I wrote it out for them here," she stated as she pulled a typewritten paper from her grocery bag.
Clay took the page and scanned it,
Mormor Martha's Butter Biscuit Bacon or Sausage Casserole
Ingredients: Biscuit Dough 2 ½ cups all-purpose flour 4 teaspoons baking powder 1 tablespoon granulated sugar 2 teaspoons kosher salt 2 cups buttermilk, room temperature ½ cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, melted
Casserole 1 pound pork sausage or bacon ½ cup diced yellow onion 10 large eggs, room temperature ½ cup whole milk, room temperature ½ teaspoon kosher salt ½ teaspoon black pepper 2 cups mild cheddar cheese, shredded, 1 cup mozzarella cheese, shredded parsley, optional for garnish
Instructions: Preheat the oven to 375°F and spray a 9×13-inch baking dish with cooking spray.
Biscuit Dough -In a medium bowl, add flour, baking powder, sugar, and salt. Use a whisk to sift the ingredients. -Pour in the buttermilk and stir until mostly combined, being careful not to overwork the batter. -Pour the melted butter into the baking dish. Place the dough on top of the butter and use a spatula (or your hands) to evenly spread the dough out to the edges of the pan.
Casserole In a large skillet over medium heat, add chopped-up bacon or pork sausage and onion. Cook until the bacon and most of the fat is rendered. If using pork sausage cook until it is browned with no pink remaining (about 8 minutes). Drain excess grease and add the meat in an even layer over the dough. -In a large bowl combine eggs, milk, salt, and pepper. Whisk until combined. -Fold in both cheeses. Pour the egg and cheese mixture over the sausage. -Bake for 40 minutes, or until a knife inserted in the center comes out clean. -Let the breakfast bake rest for about 10 minutes before cutting and serving. This allows the butter to be absorbed into the biscuits. Top with parsley for garnish.
"They'll appreciate having this Mom. So what's this meeting about?"
"Junior, is that Sean in the pool?" Leon asked.
"Sure is. He was an early riser this morning."
"I'm going to join him."
"Father, you don't go overdoing it," Martha began.
"Woman, I'm just going to strip down and enjoy the water in the pool. It is no more stressful than walking to my chair out to feed the birds," Leon cut his wife off startling both his wife and his son. He then went outside, stripped off his clothes, and walked into the pool to be greeted with a hug from Sean.
"That man will be the death of me someday," Martha mumbled.
Junior chuckled, "So what's the big meeting about?
"Politics. We're going to add it to the family business," Martha retorted. Now you go do whatever your happy ass was going to do before we arrived while I get the casseroles ready. I've already browned the bacon and the sausage."
"Martha Reed, watch your language," Junior said in mock surprise. "I'm going to join the men folk in the pool. Farm Boy resumed his dance moves out to the pool where he cannonballed into the deep end.
The splash echoed around the lanai and echoed in the salon rousing Victoria from her post-orgasm glow. She jumped from her bed and headed to the pool to give her brother or brothers a telling-off. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she could hear Gitte having her own orgasm. As quiet as Vic was with her own, Gitte was louder. "Great minds think alike," Vic thought as she headed out the door.
As she exited The Salon, she saw both her fathers and her grandfather in the pool. Undeterred she walked up to the edge, "You could at least let us sleep a bit longer this morning before making all this racket."
The three men turned to look at her standing there and as if by some secret single began splashing her. "Not even a good morning for your grandfather," Leon boomed.
"Or a good morning Dad and Pops," Sean added. Farm Boy ran up the pool steps, grabbed his daughter, and dragged her into the pool. She sputtered water from her mouth as she resurfaced from the water. "That's what happens to daughters who forget their manners," Clay told her.
"You have heard of headphones. In fact, you use them quite effectively to tell us you didn't hear us calling, even when we're in the same room," Pops informed her causing her to blush. "You can swim with us a bit, go in and help Mormor with breakfast, or go back to bed until you're called to eat," Sean finished.
"Mormor's here! I'll go help," the soaked teen replied as she climbed from the pool and went to the cabana for towels. She wrapped her body with one and with the second her hair before heading into the main house.
In T2 the four brothers were in their rooms in various states of arousal. Each had a bad case of morning wood. Fifth had awakened from a vivid dream of fucking his former girlfriend, Connie Trewer. He wrapped his forefinger and thumb around his dick right at the glans before starting to jack his foreskin up and down. He imagined her eyes rolling back in her head as he pounded into her cunt his dickhead bumping into the entrance to her uterus with each deep thrust eliciting a soft "Oh" as she clung to his back trying to pull him even deeper inside. As he fantasized about shooting his load into Connie's twat he exploded his real load all over his bedding. "Fuck, now I'll have to do laundry."
Across the hall, AJ was fantasizing about fucking a faceless female pilot in the cockpit of an F-16. He had his legs propped up and spread out on the bed as he jacked his cock with one hand and tickled his asshole with the other. Every once in a while, he would also pinch one or both of his nipples before returning his finger to his asshole. He shot his load in real life just as he was shooting it in his fantasy. Four large blasts dumped out onto his abdomen. He relaxed his legs and lay back briefly before running to the bathroom to piss.
Upstairs Erik was dreaming of Fancy Lord. He chuckled to himself as he thought about how much he fancied Fancy. His dick was hard as nails as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and began slowly jacking it up and down. As he kissed Fanny and fondled her breasts, Eric moved his hand faster and faster. He pounded his cock furiously until three blasts of cum flew p into the air before plopping with a thud on his head, pillow, and sheets.
Across the hall, Gunner forced his bladder to empty through his swollen penis. He stopped in front of his statue of Adonis, lit an incense stick, and placed it in the holder before the statue. He laid back on his bed and considered the events of the past few days. His mind settled on Connor Mack. Gun closed his eyes and Connor's face came to his mind. He could visualize his new friend's eyes, smile, and the dimples that seemed every present. He recalled their first kiss. He continued down his vision's body, taking in the pecs with the large areolas and eraser-sized nipples, then there were the abs that were no longer showing the flab of early young but the first signs of becoming defined. Then there was his penis -- five and a half inches of beautifully formed man flesh nestled in untrimmed pubes, Gunnar recalled the well-shaped legs and feet. Last but not least was that bubble butt.
Gunnar's hand wrapped around his hard cock and began slowly jacking it. His precum started to flow almost instantly. He recalled Paul saying it was a pink, perfect, pucker. He had marveled at it as he saw it for the first time before he started working his lubed fingers in it until he had four fingers gapping the muscles of the anal sphincter. He chuckled remembering how Connor thought those four fingers were his cock. A grin crossed Gunnar's face as he recalled the warmth and the softness that surrounded his prick as it reached into Connor's depths. He picked up speed working his dick.
He remembered how he had slowly entered his fuck bud, stopping as his glans popped through the lad's cherry. Connor had wiggled his ass to indicate he wanted more and Gun recalled slowly sinking into Mack's body until he was balls deep. He grinned recalling Connor's words, "Stop talking and fuck me!" He smiled broader as he recalled that each time his cock slid across Connor's prostate, the lad would moan and shake his ass. Gunnar's hand moved quicker and he tighten his grip as Connor had tightened his ass muscles to squeeze his prick.
Gun remembered how he had varied his strokes. He'd long dicked the ass a few times, before doing some short strokes until he found the right depth to hit the P-spot. After that, his short strokes always teased it. He reflected on the fact he had utilized very slow, full-length strokes letting both of them experience the depth to which his cock was reaching. Gunnar's hand slowed and quickened to match the pace at which he was reliving that first fuck.
The teen recalled how he had pulled out and then plunged back inside Connor a few times. He grinned again as re remembered that each time he did that time Connor, his mouth filled with Paul's cock, let out a muffled, "Umph," from Connor as he continued to such and tease Bud's dick.
Suddenly Gunnar's orgasm washed over him as he remembered how his dick had spurted 7 heavy loads into the condom. This time those seven roped of cum spewed forth across his chest, face, and bedding as he shuddered through wave after wave of sexual pleasure.
The intercom buzzed in both the Salon and T2. "Vic announced, "Mormor has breakfast ready. Come and get it!"
Martha herself went out to wrangle the men from the pool. As they dried off Gitte emerged from The Salon wrapped in her sarong and headed into the main house. Four naked boys sprang from T2, sarongs in hand, running across the lanai and past the parents and grandparents.
"Guess we better put a move on if we want to get something to eat," Leon mused.
"Oh they'll wait till the blessing," Mormor noted. "Victoria will see to that!" she noted confidently.
Indeed Vic had seen to it as she swatted Fifth's hand away from the toast she had placed on the table. When the four adults entered the kitchen the six teens were patiently sitting at the table waiting for them.
"Father, will you ask a blessing?" Martha inquired.
Leon bowed his head and reached for the hands of Junior and Vic. "Heavenly Creator, our family comes to you this day as we break or fast to seek your blessings. First, we ask you to bless this food for the use of our bodies. Next, we ask you to bless each of our family members gathered here for the tasks that lie before them on this day. We also ask your blessing upon our community, our state, and our nation as we seek to be a people of peace. We ask this in Jesus' name. Amen."
A chorus of "amens" sounded around the table. Six hungry teens filled their plates while the adults grinned at their antics. After the teens had served themselves, the adults split up what was left of the casserole and toast.
"Alright Mother, to what do we owe this wonderful breakfast this morning?" Junior asked.
"I want to make sure we're all on the same page. My candidacy for the school board is gaining momentum. As the candidate, people are looking at me. However, they will be looking at each of you as well. I believe we should discuss what we might expect to encounter, especially on Saturday at Bulldog tryouts and again on Sunday when we worship together as a family."
Fifth jumped in, "That's easy Mormor. We need to be on our best behavior. Shake hands, smile, and be our charming selves. If the election is brought up, we invite folks to consider our grandmother's candidacy."
"Well yes, Fifth, that would be what is expected. It goes deeper though. You'll need to be careful how you dress. You will need to be mindful that people are watching when you least expect it. Shopping in the grocery store and stopping by the magazine rack and looking a little too long at the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition or at a National Geographic." Picking your nose in class and eating the booger." Everyone looked at Erik.
"That was in first grade. I don't do that anymore." Erik protested.
"Now I want to address something very seriously here. Gunnar this involves some of the new friends you're making in town. Particularly I want to address Billy Martin."
"He goes by Bill now, Mormor,' Gunnar offered. Martha nodded her head.
"Bill has a reputation around this town which is none too savory. Given the mess at the hospital and the school, you must be careful his reputation doesn't attach itself to you."
"Hold on Mom," Junior interrupted. "I've heard of Bill's reputation and I've taken steps to put a stop to people taking advantage of him. I'm proud that Gunnar has taken the lead in turning that boy around from being every grown man's down low side piece to being just another teenager who goes to school, plays football, and hangs out with friends."
"All very admirable Junior and Gunnar. Yet the busybodies in this town will try to twist it. As I said be careful. I know all of you will be making new friends. Sports has always been a big part of the Reed Family in Arcadia. I don't want to see that end. Now to Vic and Gitte. There will be boys who will be trying to compromise you."
"You mean to get into our pants," Gitte giggled. "Not to worry Mormor, Vic and I are of one mind on that point. After the I do and the ring not before."
"The guys that try will be walking around town with a black eye," Vic noted. "Let them tell their friends they tried to bed either of us and got a black eye for their trouble." The six teens laughed.
"Yet that is exactly the point. They will try and even if they don't succeed it fuels the idea that they felt open to try. They could say they were led on. My suggestion is not to be alone with anyone. It is what I told your aunties." The two girls looked at each other and then nodded to their grandmother.
"Church isn't a safe space either. It's like my mother would say, `Satan isn't at the bars and the brothels. He has those sinners. He's sitting in the front by the preacher looking out to see who he can snatch.' Mind your manners and the way you dress. Gentlemen, I suggest slacks and ties. Ladies, knee-length dresses or skirts. Little to no cleavage. A pantsuit, if you wish." Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Sean, you have been mighty quiet," Leon offered an opportunity for his son-in-law to join in the discussion.
"Not much to say, Dad. I understood the importance of everything Mom had laid out. Our kids know the drill and the mantra, `Just because you can doesn't mean you should.' I really have nothing to add."
Leon patted Sean's folded hands. "Just didn't want you to think we were steamrolling you with all this Reed business."
Sean laughed, "Well you're over 20 years too late for that Dad. Once the `I dos were done, Reed business became my business as well."
"Right you are," Leon laughed too.
"Well thanks for listening to my concerns," Mormor ended the meeting. "Have a wonderful Thursday and best of luck Saturday at tryouts. Daddy has a doctor's appointment and I get to speak at the Friday meeting of the Women's Business Leaders of Arcadia luncheon.'
It took another 15 minutes for all the goodbyes to be done before Martha and Leon were out the door to begin their trip to see Leon's specialist in Port Charlotte. Junior ran upstairs and dressed for school. He'd be late but he could make it up during lunchtime. All the teens, except Victoria, who had helped in the preparation of breakfast, cleaned up. Sean went to the office and began handling emails for his design business before starting in on the Reed Enterprise emails.
Farm Boy found him hard at work., "Chief, I'll catch you this afternoon." He leaned in for a kiss. Sean swiveled the chair around, grabbed the back of Clay's neck, and pulled him into a deep tongue-swapping kiss while massaging his boy's ball sack causing the coach to moan.
"Just a little taste of what's in store for you this evening. Have a great day thinking about all the things I might do to you." Sean flashed his husband his shit-eating grin, He noticed Clay's dick was tenting his jeans and chuckled. "If that gets hard as nails, you are going to have a lot of people staring at you today."
"Let them stare. You're the only one that sees it in that condition."
"Well except for what Gunnar saw through the window."
"And all those guys we fucked around with in college and before the kids arrived."
"Get to work, I'll see you tonight. I love you Farm Boy."
"I love you too Chief."
"Aren't you two lovey-dovey," Fifth joked as he entered the office. Junior smacked his son's bare ass as he walked past him and headed to his truck. "Ouch, I was just teasing you."
"Consider that a love tap," Pops told him. "What's up?"
"Anything special planned for today, Pops?"
"Not that I know of. You guys need to try to get the summer reading done. Do your chores and relax. You'll be back in school 6 days."
"Would you mind if I invited some of the team over to swim and hang out? "I don't mind and if their parents want to talk to me first, I'm here. Oh, you should let your sisters and brothers know they can invite any new friends as well."
"Will do Pops, thank you. Oh and Pops, I love you too!"
"You're loved more than you know Fifth. Now let me get some work done before I give you more than the love tap that Dad gave you." Fifth scooted from the office and Sean returned to emails.
Twenty minutes later, Junior pulled up toward the school and noticed aerial trucks from three local stations. He decided he'd park in the back near his field house office. He parked in his reserved spot, unlocked the door to the office, turned on the lights, and lowered the air conditioning. Sitting at his desk he booted the computer. While the PC booted, he reviewed the preplanning schedule. It was a free day to plan with a PTA Luncheon at Noon. Junior pulled out his notebook and started reviewing his notes on the athletes on both the JV and Varsity rosters. The intercom buzzed.
"Mr. Reed are you in your office," his principal inquired.
"Yes, Sir, I'm here."
"Please pick up," Mr. Eisly instructed Coach Reed. Clay picked up his receiver. "Coach, the Superintendent and Sheriff are going to announce their findings at 8:30 in the auditorium. I suggest you come in the back way to avoid the press."
"Uh, OK. See you then I guess." Clay hung up the phone. There was a knock at his door and Homer Johnson entered Reed's office.
"So what's the skinny on this email Junior?" Homer inquired.
"What email?"
"This one that Eisly sent out last night." Johnson pushed a printout across the desk to Junior.
It read, "Good evening, Faculty and Staff: There will be a full staff meeting tomorrow morning at 8:30 at which time the Superintendent and the Sheriff will announce their findings with regard to the unfortunate conspiracy to oust Coach Reed. Attendance is mandatory. Sincerely, Joe Eisly." Clay took out his phone and opened his mini scanner app, took a picture of the document and sent it to Sean and Henry Bixby. "Homer, thank you for bringing this to my attention. It was not sent to me. I just was called and told to report through the back door at 8:30."
"You're shittin' me! What the fuck is Eisly up to now?"
"I don't know Homer. I think I'll take a little walk. Maybe I'll even talk to the press before that assembly. Who knows." Clay stood up and shook Homer's hand. "Thanks for bringing this by."
"I sure hope you know what you're doing Junior. We need you here at this school. You're an example of what any of students can achieve if they work hard."
"I appreciate that, Homer. I haven't made up my mind yet. This bullshit doesn't create much goodwill. As my dad says, "If it's meant to be it will be."
"I think I'll join you for a stroll, Homer added as he joined Clay outside and they began their walk to the front of the campus. Five minutes later as they rounded the side of the building a cameraman spotted them and was quick to identify Clay.
"Hey Laura, isn't that Coach Reed?"
The tall brunette looked around to the side of the buildings. "It sure looks like him. Let's go get his thoughts," she ordered as she headed toward the two coaches. When she reached them, she introduced herself why her cameraman started filming the encounter. "Coach Reed, I'm Laura Engelwoods, Channel 11 Sports. Would you care to comment on today's gathering?"
"Well, good morning Ms. Englewoods. This is my colleague, Coach Homer Johnson." Laura turned to Homer and shook hands. "I'm afraid I don't know much except Mr. Eisly just called me 10 minutes ago and told me to be in the auditorium at 8:30. So guess we'll all find out then whatever they're going to tell us."
"You were not notified last night?"
"No ma'am. I don't know anything about any notices last night. It was a quiet family night out at the ranch. When were y'all called?"
"The station received its news alert around 4:45 yesterday afternoon. Yet you and Mr. Johnson weren't told until this morning?"
Homer got the gist of where Clay was leading the reporter. "No Ma'am, I received an email last night around 6."
"So Coach Reed why didn't you receive notice last night?"
"I really don't know Ms. Engelwoods. That would be a question for those that sent the email."
Laura smelled a story for sure and made notes. "Thank you for your time. See you inside in 15 minutes. The group continued to walk back to the main entrance at the front of the building two other reporters spotted the two coaches and ran toward him shouting questions.
Inside the front office, the shouting had caught the attention of Helen Rice who was in the conference room with the other school board members. "Damn it, I thought Eisly was going to tell him to come in the back door of the auditorium." The other board members looked out the window to see the press frenzy around the head coaches of bowling and football. Ms. Rice left the conference room and barged into Joe Eisly's office. "Didn't you tell him to show up at 8:30 in the auditorium and to use the back door?"
"Yes, he did," Superintendent Griffen commented. "I listened to him say it."
"Well, look who has his own press gaggle," Rice shouted as she opened the vertical blinds. The three peered out as Clay was gesticulating with his arms. The press was laughing at whatever the coach had said, but it raised concern with all three officials.
Outside, Clay had just finished telling a story about his first day on the Steelers and getting lost in the underground tunnels of the stadium. Homer and Junior continued their stroll around the building. At 8:25 the two coaches used the back door to enter the auditorium. Junior nodded at Mr. Eisly on stage before leading Homer to seats midway up the main aisle. Clay moved to the center seat in the row.
The 245 members of the faculty and staff were slowly gathering. Most sat with their departments. The coaches saw Clay and Homer and moved to sit with them. Farm Boy had slouched in his seat spreading his legs wide. His tumescent cock clearly outline in his coaching shorts. Zac Acres and FX Brody sat in front of him. Walt Leaner climbed over a seat and sat next to Clay while Tom Holden and Sal Monzo sat behind him. Anyone looking could see that the coaching staff had Clay's back.
FX (pronounced Fix, a nickname Francis had received from his older sister when she was 2 and he was one year old) turned his head to look at the head coach. "Yare you are feeling OK Clay?"
"Yeah. Just tired of a lot of bullshit being thrown around."
FX nodded but kept facing the head coach. He could clearly see the massive dick's outline in the green knit shorts. He even thought he caught sight of one of Clay's huge balls protruding down the right leg of his shorts.
At 8:30 Mr. Eisly rapped a small gavel on the podium and called the staff meeting to order. "Good morning. We are pleased to have the Superintendent and School Board members with us this morning as well as Sheriff Lillian Johnson and Undersheriff Buster Seagraves with us from the DeSoto County Sheriff's Department. We also have Special Agent Gordon Shafter from the Florida Department of Law Enforcement as well as Ms. Corren Falkland of the Department of Children and Family Services. We also wish to welcome the members of the Media here as we try to keep this matter as transparent as possible for the citizens of DeSoto County." There was polite applause from the faculty and staff.
"Sadly I must report to you that we are a bit short-staffed. We are down 12 staff members whose conduct breached professional ethics and I was forced to suspend them. At that point, the matter was referred to the Superintendent and the Sheriff. I would like to introduce you to Superintendent Noel Griffin." Once more polite applause rippled across the auditorium,
Griffin walked across the stage and took Joe's place at the podium, "Thank you Mr. Eisly. Ladies and gentlemen, it is my sad responsibility to recommend that the School Board, at its next official meeting, begin the process of terminating the 12 members of staff here at AHS for cause. I do not make this recommendation lightly but we expect better of our teachers and employees. I believe Sheriff Johnson is next. Sheriff." Noel shook the Sheriff's hand before returning to his seat.
"Good afternoon. I wish to publicly thank each and every member of this staff for their cooperation these past few days as we worked to uncover the depth of the conspiracy that targeted Coach Reed and five of his six children. Fourteen people have been arrested and charged in connection with this case. Sadly, 12 of them were your colleagues. Their removal so close to the beginning of the new school year will no doubt create scheduling headaches for all of you. However, if anyone thinks they can physically or mentally abuse a child or children or commit hate crimes in DeSoto County let the example of these 14 stands as a testament that our community won't tolerate bigotry, hate, or abuse of any kind. Thank you." Lillian returned to her seat. Mr. Eisly returned to the podium.
"Thank you, Superintendent Griffin and Sheriff Johnson Would anyone else like to address the staff before we take questions?" No one stirred. "Very well. Let's handle staff questions first." Although several had questions no one raised their hands to avoid making the news.
"Seeing none, let me open this to the media. Please identify the person the question is for before asking it. Thank you." Five hands shot up from each of the reporters present. Joe called on the only female in the group.
"Laura Engelwoods, Channel 11 Sports. My questions are you, Mr. Eisly. I have here an email you sent out last night to the faculty and staff. Why did you leave Coach Reed off that email?"
Eisly blanched, "I am not aware that Coach Reed wasn't included."
"Then why did you call him this morning to ask him to attend the meeting?"
Eisly was caught. He glanced from Laura to Clay, but Clay was staring ahead stoically, while Homer Johnson sat next to him with a wide smile on his face and tapping his chest. Letting Joe know who had tipped the reporters.
"I felt he might want to be here. I had previously told him he was excused from preplanning."
"If he was excused from preplanning, why is he here?" Perhaps Coach Reed could answer, please."
Clay sat up in his seat and then stood up. He faced the reporter and in a clear loud voice said, "I am a teacher and a coach, I am being paid to be here to prepare for my classes and for the season ahead." Then he resumed his seat. There was applause from his colleagues.
Another reporter jumped in, "Coach Reed is it true you are resigning?"
Clay stood once more. "No decision has been reached on that matter. I am here preparing to do what I was hired to do."
Another reporter jumped in. George Roughe, Fox 4. My question is for the School Board Chair. Helen Rice stood and walked to the podium. "I'm Helen Rice, I'm the current chair."
"Madam Chairman, I don't see the 5 members being listed as attending this meeting on the school board's calendar. Isn't the presence of the full School Board a violation of the Sunshine Law?"
Rice blushed, "The School Board felt it was necessary to show our support for the staff of this school. We are not conducting any business. No violation of the law has occurred."
"Yet you just received a recommendation from the Superintendent to begin termination proceedings of the 12 staff members who have been arrested and charged."
"The Superintendent has informed us publicly that is his intent. We have yet to receive the formal paperwork. State Law gives personnel matters into his hands as to whom is hired or terminated."
Clay's hand shot up.
"Coach Reed, you have a question Mrs. Rice inquired.
"Yes Ma'am, for Mr. Eisly. Can we go back to our classrooms Sir while you and the other officials answer questions from the press?" Loud applause broke out from the teachers and staff."
"Coach Reed, I think that is an excellent idea. See y'all at the Luncheon at Noon." He rapped the gavel and the faculty and staff exited quickly through the side and back doors of the auditorium while the press moved closer to the stage to continue grilling the public officials. FX went to his science lab and locked the door behind him. He entered the storage closet and locked it as well. He dropped his shorts and started pulling on his 5-inch dick and it sprang to life as he thought about Clay's cock and balls and what they would feel like on his tongue. He heard knocking on his classroom door and voices from two of his colleagues,
"I thought for sure I saw him heading this way."
"Maybe he's getting the skinny from Reed or Johnson about what is really happening."
The voices faded away and FX continued beating his short but wide cock. As he neared his climax thinking about Clay's cock penetrating his ass he grabbed a beaker and shot 4 heavy spurts of cum into it. When his orgasm subsided FX pulled up his shorts. He picked up the beaker and let his jizz trickle down the class until it entered his mouth. Using his fingers he wiped up the rest of the semen and sucked it from his fingers. Taking the beaker to the sink he poured water from the tap into it and drank what remained before washing the beaker and setting it to dry in the rack. Unlocking the supply room door he entered his classroom, unlocked the outer door and took his seat at his desk still thinking about Coach Reed and all the cocks on the varsity and JV squads.
Clay was working in his classroom putting final touches on the syllabus for two of his courses. Gary Lambert entered his room and strolled over to his desk. "Morning Clay, that was quite the spectacle out there."
"It's the press, they gotta make something out of nothing," Junior responded as he leaned back in his desk chair. "Is it still going on?"
"Oh yeah, Eisly, Griffin, and Rice are the only ones left. I thought Eisly told you to avoid the press."
"Nope, he suggested I use the back door to avoid the press. I don't feel I need to avoid them. Press coverage of the coaches and the teams brings more interest and attendance at our games."
"Where did they get their info?"
"Not from me Gary. They asked when I was told and I responded this morning, which was true. They asked me why when they knew last night and I told them they would have to ask those who did the notification."
"So what were you telling the reporters that had them all laughing?"
"Gary, my first day at the stadium I was one of the new men. They have a tradition of hazing newbies. Nothing major, just fun stuff. I was finishing getting into my gear when the lights went out. I had to find my way through the underground tunnels to the field. I ran into some of the other new players in the same boat. Together we were able to get to the field just 15 minutes late. The reporters thought that was funny. It will probably be a human-interest story in the Arcadian in the next week."
"Well, Eisly is pissed. I'd stay out of his way."
"I've dealt with pissed-off people before. I am still pissed that my children and I were treated as scum by members of this staff and community."
"Fair enough Coach. How are your plans coming?"
"I just finished revising the old syllabus for two of the courses. Not much needs done for the remedial class I'll teach. Have to see what I'm working with there and fly by the seat of my pants."
"Well I'm glad you're here and I hope you stay."
"While I want to stay, Sean and I haven't made a final decision on that matter. He's been running the businesses while I put in 5 more years. He's sacrificing his own company's goals so I can achieve mine."
"Then you're a lucky man. I'll see you at lunch."
"See you at lunch, Gary."
Clay continued to work in his classroom until lunch was announced.
At the firehouse, the men were showering after putting out a car fire on Hwy 70. "Bet Mack has us finish this morning's calisthenics," George Washington commented. "I don't know when he thinks I'm going to get lunch fixed." He ran the bar of soap around his balls and cock causing them to plump slightly.
"He doesn't expect you to spend so much time in the shower playing with yourself," Sam Bridger teased the black muscle stud next to him.
"Bridger, do you even have one down in all that red fur?"
"You will never get to find out George. I'm a grower, not a shower."
"Well with 5 kids something has to be down there," Lance O'Neal quipped.
Theo Snivack stuck his head in the shower, "Move your asses. Mack wants us in kit in 5 minutes to finish morning calisthenics." A collective moan echoed through the showers.
"Well, maybe we should have a circle jerk after work someday at my place in my man cave. Margie doesn't come in. She leaves me alone when I'm in there."
"In your dreams," Bridge replied, "in your dreams."
Connor Mack was taking it easy at home. His father had indeed insisted on seeing if he had damaged anything when he used the witch hazel on his asshole the evening before. He recalled the humiliation of having to bend over a stool while his father spread his ass cheeks to look at the inflamed anal ring. "No blisters Connor, though it does look a bit puffy and angry." The Older Mack then rubbed a little Anusol on the teen's hole which caused an immediate erection in the lad. Connor wondered if this inspection could get any worse. Fred smacked his son on the right butt cheek, "You'll love. Just use this cream for a few days until it is not tender anymore."
"OK Dad, thanks." The red-faced teen replied as his father left the room.
Thursday morning before he left for work Fred had reminded Connor to use the Anusol again before tussling his hair and heading out to the firehouse. Connor was glad his brother was already up and out mowing the lawn. He locked the bedroom door and laid back down. He grabbed the Anusol, applied some to his finger, and began rubbing it around his battered hole. His teen-aged dick sprang to life immediately and Connor knew he had time for a good wank before his brother was finished mowing.
The teen recalled how Gunnar had carefully entered his ass before he had told him, "Fuck me." He relived those sensations in his mind while his fist flew up and down beating his meat. He shot his load as he remembered his hands-free orgasm as Gunnar's orgasm pumped cum into his condom.
Finished for now, Connor cleaned up with his cum rag, dressed, and unlocked the bedroom door. He went downstairs to find his mother had left his breakfast warming in the microwave. Her note read, "Need to run some errands this morning. Breakfast is in the microwave. Sit on that inflatable ring if you need to. Love, Mom."
Connor did use the ring while he ate. He figured he would milk the situation for a few days before telling his folks he felt better.
Bill Martin continued to turn down tricks he had previously blown. He had a sense of pride about himself which he owed to Gunnar for taking control of his sex life. He was horny as hell though and wanted to call his Sir to request permission to jack off a load but feared Gunnar would say no and to fuck off. Before leaving the house Thursday he packed his junk in a jockstrap and cup. He hoped it would help conceal his boners which were growing more frequent as his urge to masturbate increased.
Out at the Harris Ranch, Master Paul, and his son, had let the slaves sleep in Thursday morning. The two didn't unlock the door to the bunkhouse until just after 9 a.m. They were greeted by four slaves who were in position kneeling on the floor awaiting instructions. "I see you have met each other. That is a good thing. Don't bother asking about Chica, it is long gone and being properly retrained for some other Master. You will have noticed that I've had the four of you modified with a guiche. I may put a leash on it or weights, or padlock two of you together. In addition, you have each been fitted with a transmitter which helps me keep track of you on the property as well as a 25-mile radius. So if I say work the North line and I see you over on the East line... well you can guess.
"Thank you Master the four stated clearly." Each then kissed Master Paul's boots before moving on to Sir Paul.
"Since yesterday was a play day you have twice as much to accomplish today. However with an extra set of hands hopefully things will work well. Now get your work clothes on so I can introduce y'all to the Mrs.
The four naked men scurried to their rooms and dressed for a day oh hard work.