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Subject: Ezra chapter 13 DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is coincidental and unintentional. This story contains sex between a man and a teenage boy. If this is illegal or offensive to you, please stop reading. This is a work of fantasy. In the real world, don’t do such things. And always remember to play safely. This is a novel that I started during NaNoWriMo and kept going. It’s not all smut all the time (but there is plenty of smut, don’t worry) ((It’s pretty much smutty from here on out!)) Comments, questions, chat? Hit me up at ail Be nice. If you are able, please donate to Nifty to keep it fty/donate.html copyright 2019-2020 Kenai Grayson Chapter 13 Homecoming was a busy time at school. People had so much going on trying to get lots of things prepared for the weekend. There was a dance to put on and a halftime show full of naming the homecoming court. The band was supposed to stay on the field the whole time, even though they weren’t playing anything until the very end when they would play the school song for everyone to join in on. They had extra practice with all the people involved so they could get a feel for where they needed to go and what it was like to be on a football field before being thrust in front of a crowd. The band was pretty bored with the whole thing since they had nothing to do but stand there. Homecoming Friday came, and the students were all a little bit rowdy. There were mums and garters on the students who were going to the dance together. Some of them were an exercise in how many fake flowers and ribbons and trinkets they could fit on them before it would either pull them off balance or just plain tear their clothes. The hallways were filled with the sounds of little bells and metal pieces clacking against plastic bits. It was a strange tradition to Ezra, who was more than a little overwhelmed the first time he saw it. Now, he was just more amused than anything else. He didn’t have a garter and he didn’t buy anyone a mum, so it was not something he would be participating in. He also knew from experience that most classes would have no work in them since both the students were too excited to really pay attention and because they had a dance to go to the next day, and it wouldn’t leave much time for homework. Coach had asked Ezra if he had wanted to go to the dance with someone, and he had absolutely no desire to do that, so Coach didn’t ask him again. He knew Jackson had gone to every Homecoming dance while he was in school and really enjoyed it, but Ezra was firm in his refusal to go. Friday night, Ezra got his band uniform on and Coach drove him to the stadium. He always had to be there early to help get the truck unloaded. Everyone on the drumline was required to do this, and they all had roles and knew exactly where they were supposed to go with what by now. They had the timing down so there wasn’t a lot of downtime between getting there, getting set up, and the beginning of the game. They got to their places in the stands and the game got going. The halftime show was great. Homecoming was always a packed crowd in the stadium, and hardly anyone left for the concession stands. It was a good audience, and they cheered for the band loudly. Before they took the field, Ezra searched the stands for Coach and found him in his usual spot. He was a little taken aback to see him chatting exuberantly with someone sitting next to him. They were close, and Ezra felt something deep in his stomach that he couldn’t describe. The feeling passed as soon as he saw who it was Coach was so excited to be talking to; Jackson was there. The game ended, and the crowd started to disperse. The drumline went back to the moving truck to get it packed up with everything in reverse order. They would go back to the school to unpack it before they were allowed to be dismissed. None of the other band kids had to do this, but it made the drumline bond with each other more, as a lot of their inside jokes and craziness came out during these times. As he was loading up the truck, Coach and Jackson made their way over to him. He hugged Jackson when he came around. “Hey, we’re all going to go eat after this. Want to join us?” Jackson asked, and meant the group of lunch table friends. Coach wouldn’t be there. “Well, I have to go back to the school to unload the truck first. I can’t get out of that.” “That’s fine, we just need to know if you want to be there for a headcount. They can totally save you a seat. I’ll give you a ride if you want to go.” Ezra looked at Coach who gave him an encouraging nod. “Sure, I want to go.” “Cool. I’ll meet you back at the band hall.” Ezra hopped in the car and Jackson had a change of clothes waiting for him. “Figured you’d want to be not wearing band clothes at the restaurant.” “Thanks, man,” Ezra said as he started changing in the car while Jackson drove. He was just about finished when they arrived. All that was left was his shoes, and then they were off. Dinner was fun, and it was great to see his friends that had graduated the years prior all hanging out. The new kids were there too, all looking shocked at the college kids wanting to hang out with them. Ezra introduced Jackson to them, and of course, they were all best friends by the end of dinner. They stayed until the restaurant closed. A few of the younger ones had to leave earlier because they had parents waiting for them and no way to drive. The rest stayed and joked the night away. They all made sure to leave the wait staff an extra big tip since they had basically stolen a section away for much of a Friday night, and that’s not the best way to treat those who are there to make your experience the best it could be. They even stayed out front long after it had closed, still chatting and getting all caught up with each other. “Who are you taking to the dance tomorrow night?” “No one. I’m not going.” “What? Why not?” “Because I can think of about a hundred things I’d rather be doing than going to a dance. That sounds like a terrible time to me.” “It’s not terrible. It’s actually a lot of fun. Plus, it’s a low-key way of going on a date with someone without it being a serious date. But it can turn into that later if you have a good time.” Ezra gave him an incredulous look. Jackson looked at it, trying to figure out what that meant. “What?” he asked when he couldn’t figure it out. “Why would I do that?” “Because… it’s what high school kids do?” “High school kids do a lot of dumb things that I have no desire to do.” “It’s not dumb, I promise.” “Either way, it’s a little too late to go now.” “Why don’t you want to go?” “I told you…” “Yeah, but I don’t believe you. I know you better than that. This is now the third one of these you have been privy to, and yet you still don’t want to go. You know how much fun we all have at them, why do you still insist on not going? It made sense your first year, you hadn’t really had enough time to get acclimated to it, and it can be a little overwhelming. Last year, you still get a pass. This year, you should still want to go.” “And yet, it still sounds like I would be bored out of my mind.” “Why? Do you not like dancing?” “No, I love dancing. But it’s always better with a partner. Dancing alone in a group is just weird.” “You’re worried about getting a date, then?” “No. I don’t care about getting a date.” “So who would you want to take?” “Someone who they wouldn’t allow me to dance with.” “You can take a boy. There was a whole big mess about it a few years before you got here, and now anyone can take anyone to the dance.” “Oh, and you think that includes dad? Do you really think they’d let me anywhere near him as my parent and as a teacher?” “You’d really like to take dad?” “No, but if I was forced to go to one, he’s the only person I’d like there with me.” “I see.” The next morning was the homecoming parade. Ezra hated parades, they were so boring to march in. You stayed in a line and played the same two siirt escort songs over and over again. And this one took forever. All these groups made floats as a way to advertise themselves. Plus the football team, and the homecoming court, and it all seemed just a bit pointless. He did see some of his friends as he passed by. He definitely caught Coach’s eye and Jackson yelled for him to try and embarrass him. It didn’t work; Ezra just smiled. The parade ended at the school, so that was at least convenient. Coach and Jackson came in just as Ezra was leaving the drum room after putting his snare away. Coach was saying hi to his students and Ezra came jogging over. “Ready to go?” “I was ready to go before this thing started…” “Aw, come on! That was fun! Did you see all the floats?” Jackson said, only about 75% serious. “No. All I see is the back of someone’s head or lines of people on a sidewalk. It’s an entirely different perspective.” “Well, y’all did great as always,” Coach said, trying to pacify them. “Thank you, Coach.” “You still call him Coach?” Jackson asked as they walked to the truck. “Only at school. I got a lot of funny looks calling him `dad’ one day.” “They’ll get used to it. Just like you did.” “Well, I had a reason to. They really don’t.” “Yes, they do. They can accept your new life situation, or they can accept that they’re terrible people.” “I suppose…” “So what’s the plan for today, guys?” Coach asked, changing the subject. “I’m going out later with some of my friends from my class. We’re going to dinner and probably to catch a movie. I’ll be staying over at Sabien’s for the night. But that won’t happen until later.” “I don’t have anything going on,” Ezra said. “You won’t be home tonight?” Coach asked Jackson. “No, sorry. I already promised the guys. There’s a bunch of us staying over there. I promise I’ll be home tomorrow all day until it’s time to go back.” “Ok, that’s fine. I have some work to catch up on. Would you mind going and grabbing something to eat? I’ll give you some cash to stop by the shop too. You can drop Ezra home before you go to your dinner.” “Ok, what’s he up to?” Ezra asked when they got in Jackson’s car back at the house. “What do you mean?” “He never has work like that. And he’s never asked us to leave when he is doing work.” “Oh, he’s definitely getting rid of us.” “Yeah, but why?” “No idea. It used to be because he wanted to jerk off.” “He better not be…” “Anyway,” Jackson said, exaggerating the syllables. “He probably just needs some alone time. Don’t worry about it.” “Well, that means he needs to be alone from me. Am I irritating him?” “No, absolutely not. I’m sure he has his reasons, and I’m sure they’re nothing to do with you.” It didn’t help. Ezra couldn’t stop thinking back over the past days trying to figure out what he had done to annoy Coach like this. Jackson kept having to bring him back to the present to have a conversation. It sucked the fun out of the day. Nothing bad happened, and they would have had a great time otherwise. But Jackson was worried about Ezra. And Ezra was worried about Coach. “I’m sorry I was so distracted today,” Ezra said, sitting in their driveway. “I really messed up our fun day out.” “Don’t worry about it. You’ve got a lot on your mind already, that’s obvious. Look, just go talk to him. Let him explain himself, and I promise it’ll all work out in the end, ok? “Ok. Thanks, Jackson. Have fun, and tell everyone I said hi.” “Will do. Now, scat.” Ezra grabbed the bag of comics and walked slowly through the back gate. The pool was steaming and there were strings of lights up. They were the only lights on and cast the back yard in soft hues. Ezra loved how they looked and went inside. It was mostly dark, but a faint light came from the den, where the piano was. There was music playing softly from the record player. So Ezra headed that direction. Before he could get there, he heard Coach. “Are you alone?” “Yes,” Ezra replied. “Then get your clothes off first, then come in.” Ezra set the bag down, got naked, and rounded the corner. There were more lights set up in here. Coach was standing in the middle of the room, naked, holding two glasses. He came over and handed one to Ezra. “What’s all this?” “Jackson told me about your conversation yesterday, and since the dance is now, and you don’t want to go with anyone else, I thought I’d give you your own personal homecoming dance. With me.” “You did all this… for me?” “Of course! I want this to be a special memory for you.” Ezra was shocked by the gesture and got choked up. “What’s wrong, baby boy? I thought you’d like it…” “I do. I love it. I just… I just thought I had done something to bother you, and that’s why you were getting rid of me for the day…” Coach came over to hug Ezra. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry. No, you never bother me. Not ever. I would never send you away like that.” Ezra took a few deep breaths to steady himself and looked at his glass. Coach noticed and raised his glass some. “A toast. To us. May this be the first of many dances together.” Ezra clinked Coach’s glass, and they both took a sip. Ezra made a face when he was finished. “Is that real? Like, real champagne?” “Yes it is. Don’t tell anyone.” “No worries there,” he said, taking another sip, better prepared this time. Coach took their glasses and set them on the table once the next song started. “May I have this dance?” Coach asked, extending his hand. “Always,” Ezra said, taking it, and coming closer to Coach so they could dance together. They were both pretty good. Not that they were showing off for anyone, but they paired together perfectly. They would only part so that Coach could flip the record or put something new on. He had quite a selection picked out. It was all perfect to dance to, and he had clearly spent some time selecting each one. Ezra would press closer to Coach with each song, being held tighter by the man. Coach was right about doing this with no clothes on. It felt so nice rubbing up against him. He could also easily breathe in his scent the whole time with his nose buried in the man’s chest. They had been dancing for a long time and their glasses were now empty. Coach took a break and headed into the kitchen to refill them. Ezra was torn between staying where he was in the magic of the room or to follow Coach. The naked man always won that debate. When they were full, Coach surprised Ezra by heading towards the door instead of back to the den. Ezra got the door for him and they went to the pool. Coach put their glasses in a safe place before getting in. Once they were both seated comfortably, Coach handed him his glass back. They drank and looked at the stars, holding each other close. “The back yard looks great. You should keep it like this.” “You really think so?” “Yeah, it’s very atmospheric.” “I think I will. I might get something more permanent, though.” “That’s fine,” Ezra said and took a drink. “Thank you for this. All of this. This has been a special night.” “You’re welcome, son. I’m glad you like it. You really are a good dancer.” “As are you.” Coach puffed his chest out at the compliment. Coach then leaned in close to Ezra’s ear. “You know what a lot of kids do after a dance, don’t you?” “No…” “They go and have sex…” Ezra chuckled. “Like that wasn’t going to happen…” “But its special homecoming dance sex. It’s special.” “It’s always special. You’ll have to work hard to make it extra special.” “Challenge accepted.” When they got back to the room, Coach focused entirely on Ezra. He wanted to rock his boy’s mind. Every move, every action was to make Ezra enjoy himself. He started slow, making the boy crave his touch. He kissed every inch of his boy’s body, working his way up. He wanted Ezra to get off first with just his touch. He wouldn’t let the boy touch himself, he wanted it all to come from him. Ezra knew none of this but figured some of it out as they went. It took him some work, but when he really focused on his nipples, it set the boy off. Ezra’s hips were sincan escort bucking hard, wanting to feel more, and having to release themselves anyway. Ezra was still coming down from that when Coach slipped into him. It had the immediate effect of calming him down. Coach used long, slow, and deep penetrations on him. He made sure to drag his body across Ezra’s to titillate his skin. He flexed a lot, knowing how much his boy loved to feel him like that. Ezra’s mouth found Coach’s chest, and he let him have his fun. Ezra loved doing it as much as Coach loved having it done. Ezra wanted him to go faster, but he was determined to draw this out as much as possible. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Ezra did love the tenderness of it. Ezra came again, and Coach had to hold himself so he would keep the same, slow pace. Ezra tried to push down on his cock, but Coach had him pretty well stuck in place. He had to concentrate hard on staying slow. He would give the boy what he wanted later. Right now, Coach was going to give him what he needed. Ezra let himself be consumed and let Coach have his way. He worked his hole on Coach’s cock, trying to give as good as he was getting. It had the unintentional effect of getting him off faster. Coach could feel it coming in his boy, and it got him started too. They came together in a harmonious howl. Coach stopped only briefly to catch his breath. He didn’t allow the same for Ezra. He began fucking him again, this time going faster, but still not close to his full potential. He pulled Ezra to him, kissing his face and neck the whole time. Coach would flex his abs to rub against Ezra’s cock that was stuck between them. Ezra couldn’t move much, but that he could rub against him went he felt them go harder. Ezra had his hands on Coach’s chest and tried to work him over to get him into high gear. This just heightened his resolve to keep doing what he was doing. He was determined to please his boy right. Ezra finally came, coating both of them in the process. Coach kept right on going, though. He wanted to make his boy cum twice for every new speed before he came. He lay Ezra back down and began to lick the boy clean, feeding him mouth fulls of his own cum. Ezra accepted it all gladly. It set his body tingling to feel Coach licking him like that. Coach could feel how much he loved taking it from him in deep kisses. Coach kept it up until the boy was adding more for him to clean. Coach watched his boy shooting and it got him off again too. He added more to what he had already put inside his boy. “Oh God, daddy. This has been amazing. But please fuck me hard. Please, daddy…” “As you wish, son.” And with that, Coach began to plow him with full force. The slaps of their skin made a quick and beautiful rhythm. Coach was above Ezra, and Ezra began to rub up and down his chest and abs. Then he moved to his arms. Every muscle he could find, he would grope and then move to another. He wanted to be able to touch them all at once. He took a cue from Coach and began to kiss his body. He didn’t know how much he could feel it, but the twitching of his big body clued him in. Coach had to fight himself if he wanted his boy to cum twice more first. He got Ezra back down and began to work his little chest over hard and fast. Ezra cried out in delight loudly. He didn’t let up until his boy finished blasting again. Coach really let himself go now. He couldn’t go much faster or harder, but he just let anything happen. Ezra was a writhing mess beneath him and kept saying `please, daddy’ over and over in a whimper. Hearing him call him that got him really going. He finally leaned his head down next to Ezra’s. “You want it, boy? You want your daddy to cum?” “Yes, daddy! Please give me some more!” “You have to do something for me first.” “Anything, daddy!” “I want you to cum again. Do you think you can do that, baby boy? For daddy?” Ezra wasn’t sure if he had it in him, but he was going to try his hardest. Coach still wouldn’t let him touch himself, which would make it more difficult, but that was part of the fun. Ezra slowly climbed up and clung to Coach’s body. “Is that how you want it, boy?” “Yes, daddy. I want to feel all your strength.” Ezra began trembling, and Coach grabbed ahold of him. He shook more, and Coach held him tighter. He started flexing his whole body and held Ezra as tight as he could. The boy was almost yelling he was moaning so loudly. Coach could feel it starting. Ezra went silent as it hit, not being able to vocalize anything. It was a powerful orgasm that rocked him hard. Coach loved feeling every moment of it. Shooting inside made Ezra go over the moon. He collapsed back to the bed and Coach lay half on top of him, both of them breathing hard. They had no words yet, but they were both completely coated. They got up to take a shower together. They lathered each other up, and the feeling of soaping up his boy while his small hands did the same to him got Coach hard again. Ezra rinsed his shaft off before quickly getting to his knees and taking him in his mouth. Coach wasn’t expecting that and he almost slipped. “Oh, baby boy, you don’t need to do that. This night was all about you, and making you feel good.” “And this is me thanking you for all that you have done for me. I want to do this; please let me.” Coach smiled down at him. “As you wish.” Ezra got to work. He didn’t go to fast as punishment for Coach doing the same to him. Coach would slick back Ezra’s hair often to keep it out of his eyes. Ezra tried not to breathe in the water pouring down on him. He was getting really good at doing this, and his throat massaged Coach as he went down on the big man. Ezra kept his hands planted firmly on Coach’s ass as he went, sometimes pulling him in harder. With all his hard work pleasing his boy, Coach was ready to pop. He gave Ezra one more extra special treat for his homecoming. A few weeks later, they were getting ready for school when Coach noticed Ezra hadn’t taken out his piercings yet. “Ah ah ah. Aren’t you forgetting something?” “No, I remembered. I just chose to leave them in.” “You know the rules, no piercings at school.” “But we’re not going to be at school today, remember? Its field trip day. I won’t be in gym to need to remove my shirt.” Coach eyed him suspiciously and put his fists on his hips. “You’re trying to get away with murder, you know that, boy?” “Would I be your boy if I didn’t try to push the rules sometime?” “True. Very true.” “And, since you’re chaperoning the trip, you can wear yours too,” Ezra said holding out his rings for him. “You’ve been planning this, haven’t you boy?” “Looking forward to it for weeks.” Coach took them from him and lifted his shirt to put them in. Ezra’ were small enough that no one could see them through his shirt, but if you looked closely, you would notice Coach’s. He was staring down at them in the parking lot. “I’m not so sure about this, boy…” “I am. I read your handbook and it says nothing about piercings.” “You read my handbook? I haven’t even read that thing.” “I know. You missed the last page where you were supposed to sign it and return it.” “Huh… I should probably do that…” “You’ll be fine,” Ezra said, reaching over to rub them through his shirt. Coach growled softly. “Ok, enough, boy. We’re at school.” “Yes, sir,” Ezra said with a grin. Of course, the principal noticed Coach right away. He cocked an eyebrow at him from across the room. After, when everyone was getting on the bus, he pulled Coach aside. “Those new?” “Uh, no… I just… forgot to take them out… Sorry, it won’t happen again.” “I don’t care. I bet they look good on you. Though, it might be distracting for your gym students. But who cares? Let them see.” Coach smiled and blushed a deep red. To keep up appearances, Ezra sat next to a friend of his from class. Coach sat with the other adults in the front. It was a pretty standard field trip to the museum. They were divided into small groups to make different tours. Ezra wasn’t in Coach’s group, but sinop escort they kept passing each other, and they would eye each other surreptitiously as they went. They broke for lunch, and then the students could go back and look at their favorite parts again. Ezra wandered around alone, enjoying the peace of the empty exhibit. Ezra was absorbed in reading the plaques again when he felt someone come up behind him. “You have no idea how badly I want to take you into the bathroom to have my way with you,” the voice said softly in his ear so only he could hear. Ezra recognized it immediately and spun around quickly, grazing his hand purposefully against Coach’s chest. He hissed softly. “Well, you’re going to have to wait, now aren’t you.” “If I must.” “What do you think of the exhibit?” “It’s really interesting. I remember seeing a similar one when I was in school. What do you think?” “I think it’s beautiful. All that time and energy creating such wonderful things, probably never thinking one day they’d end up behind glass. I wonder what things we create will be preserved like this?” “Probably our Tupperware.” Ezra had to think about that one. “Sorry, what?” “Tupperware. All covered in leftovers. It’ll be the only thing that will survive the apocalypse.” Ezra smiled thinking about future generations pondering plastic products. They walked through the rest of the pieces and ended up at the gift shop. A lot of students had finished and were gathering by the back door to go. Coach and Ezra looked at the things for sale but didn’t get anything. It was all way expensive for what it was. The day was coming to an end, and they all got back on the busses to go back to school. Coach had to stick around to make sure the kids got to their buses home or parents’ cars. Ezra hung out with his friends until they were picked up. The school was basically empty when they went to the truck and go home. Coach pulled his shirt off as soon as they were away from the school. Ezra had to sit on his hands the whole way home. When they parked, he reached over to ruffle his chest hair and Coach purred. “Damn, boy, that feels so good. Don’t stop.” He didn’t, but they did have to go inside at some point. They set their things down quickly and Ezra felt his shirt being pulled off and tossed aside. He lifted his arms to let it slip off. He turned around and Coach grabbed his nipples. He gasped and returned the favor to Coach. They pulled each other to each other to kiss. Coach let go of one to undo their pants and went back to tugging on his boy’s chest. They wiggled out of their pants and stood in front of each other in their jockstraps. Ezra pressed in closer and rubbed their pouches together. “These really had me going all day long. Thank you for talking me into it.” “Me too. I loved seeing yours poking out of your shirt.” “Principal Mazer noticed.” “Did he say anything?” “Just that he noticed. He said he liked them.” “Did you show him?” “Of course not. Why would you think that?” “Because you love showing off. I bet he would have liked it.” “I don’t care. The only person I care to see them is you.” “Well, that’s not true. You love showing them off to anyone who will look.” “But I only care what you think of it.” “That I believe.” “Now, boy, you’re gonna get what you have been planning on for weeks.” “I’m already getting it. What else did you have in mind?” “You know exactly what’s coming.” And with that, Coach pulled Ezra into the bedroom and they got their jocks off. Ezra had been hard since the driveway and Coach had been hard since he took Ezra’s shirt off. Coach could feel the dampness in Ezra’s jock. “Boy, were you leaking all day in this?” He asked, giving in a big sniff. “All day, yes. Every time I saw you. And then walking around with you. I couldn’t help myself, nor did I want to.” “That’s my boy,” Coach said, handing Ezra his own jockstrap that was equally soaked. “That’s my son.” Ezra put it to his face and breathed deeply. He kept it close by so he could get a whiff whenever he wanted. It made him squeeze tight on Coach, so he definitely allowed it to continue. Ezra fell asleep with it still in his hand and close to his face. He woke up with it still there and gave it another big smell. He smelled it all while making Coach his morning coffee. Coach got up and watched him doing that and it made him smile. And hard. “Boy, you don’t need that when what you really want is right here,” he said, waving his cock about. Coach came over and Ezra got to work while Coach poured and enjoyed his first cup of the day. Coach had just finished pouring another cup when Ezra did the thing with his tongue that drove Coach wild. He fed Ezra his pre-breakfast meal. Ezra was still hard, but he liked it that way. He enjoyed the feeling of being horny all day. It made him pay attention better in class. He could feel his cock rubbing around as he walked to class. It was an easy daydream when times got boring. This day was no exception. Coach had gotten dressed quickly, which was odd. But on their way, Ezra spied that he was still wearing his nipple rings. He smiled but said nothing. When it was time for gym, Ezra made his way in and got changed. He went out and saw that Coach was still wearing them. They were obvious beneath the tight shirt. Coach’s big nipples had been the topic of conversation for years, but now they had something to add to it. “You’re still wearing them…” Ezra said softly, coming up to him before class started. “Sure am. Yesterday opened my eyes. And as principal Mazer said, who cares? Let them see.” “He really said that?” “Sure did. What do you think?” “I’ll have to save that for later, daddy,” Ezra nearly whispered so no one but Coach could hear. Coach’s shorts got tighter and he started class. Ezra was worried that he would get into trouble for wearing them so blatantly, but he never did. Yes, the kids noticed, and yes, they talked about it quite a lot. They all seemed to like it. They thought it was so badass for him to do such a thing. Ezra heard more than one expressing how attracted they were to it. A few even said they would love to see him without his shirt on, just to get a better look at what he was hiding underneath. Ezra could always just picture it in his mind, but he knew their desire all too well. He was a bit jealous that he couldn’t wear his too, but those were school rules, not Coach’s, so there wasn’t any wiggle room. Coach left them in from that day forward. “So, what did you think?” Ezra asked when they were alone in the truck. “Did you like it?” “Of course I liked it. I always like it.” “How about in gym class? How did your shirt feel then?” “That was the best part. I think I need to start buying smaller shirts to look and feel like that outside of class.” “You could just work out more and get bigger and then your current wardrobe will fit snugger.” “There’s an idea…” And Coach took it to heart. He began earnestly working out again. Before he did it to maintain his physique, but now he had a new goal. Plus, if Ezra was going to be doing this to get bigger, why shouldn’t he too? It did mean that he would have to start going to the real gym more often. Ezra wasn’t a fan of him being gone like that, but it also seemed to increase his desires, and he was always primed and ready when he got home. Ezra decided it was a fair trade, and he was getting the best deal possible. Though, another side effect was that Coach was starting to need to feed Ezra twice every morning in order to make it through the day. It started as a trial run one morning to see if it would help. When it did, they incorporated it into their morning routine. Ezra could feel himself being extra full all morning long. Ezra would get home and work out alone while Coach was at the gym. He would do his laps until Coach would come home and strip down in the back yard with him. Sometimes he would get in, but mostly he would just stick his feet in the water and watch the boy go. As it started getting darker earlier, Coach would turn on the outside lights that Ezra liked so much. He did slowly replace them with better and more weather resistant lights. Ezra had gone with him back to the garden store to help pick out ones he thought would look the best in their yard. On the darkest nights, it looked like they were swimming in the stars.

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