Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2015 16:49:03 -0500
From: Sean Ward <man_u_4_life@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Boys Of White Oaks Chapter 14

This story is intended for those 18 and over, it contains scenes of
unprotected sex, please practise safe sex. Send feedback to
man_u_4_life@hotmail.com

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"Another practise Friday guys, now shower up and get out of here, you guys
have 30 minutes." Coach Henry said in his usual loud voice which carried
across the locker room, completely hulking out in his much too small black
tank top and snug fitting gray shorts. With his salt and pepper moustache
he looked like a 70's porn star. "And Adam..."

"Yes coach?" Adam asked sounding somewhat nervous. "What did I do now?" He
thought to himself.

"Let Nathan know when you see him, if he cuts practise again you'll be our
new captain." Coach said with a grin as he turned to walk back to his
office. "Soccer comes before boys." He said as his office door shut behind
him.

"Seriously dude, you must be in love." Peter said giving Marcus a playful
slap on his bare ass.

"What are you talking about?" Marcus blushed; he had been excited all day
knowing Anderson was picking him up to take him out on a date.

"Usually your eyes are glued to Coach and what he's packing in those shorts
all practice." Peter laughed, as he stepped out of his sweaty jockstrap. "I
guess since Anderson, there are no more Coach Henry masturbation sessions."

"Anderson is picking me up." Marcus said with a big beaming smile. "We're
going to Vancouver tonight for the Arcade Fire show."

"I wanted to go to that concert." Scott said, his voice had a tinge of
jealousy. "So not fair, you don't even listen to good music; your itunes is
like a shrine to Britney."

"Don't even start bashing my Britney." Marcus said pointedly. "You know
Miss Spears is my personal hero."

"So Scott, correct me if I'm wrong." Adam said in a coy tone. "Was that you
fondling Brad up before football Practise this afternoon?"

"That was I good sir." Scott said in a pretend British accent. "It's so
good to have that fine ass in my life again. I think he gained a little
weight during our falling out, and all of it went to that bubble butt."
Scott pretended to grab two ass cheeks and shuck his head back and forth
like he was motor boating an ass.

"So you guys are an item?" Marcus asked cautiously. "Or just glorified fuck
friends again?"

"We both admitted having feelings for each other; and we're taking things
slow and steady." Scott said suddenly coming to a realization. "I just
thought of something."

"What? That you have to delete your Grindr because you're in a relationship
now?" Peter grinned, he stretched and let out a yawn, totally unaware some
of the team was checking out his naked muscular body and his thick flaccid
cock that hung nicely.

"No, that it's Spandex Christmas!" Scott exclaimed. "I get to dress Brad up
in the tightest costumes and parade him around in public all in the name of
Halloween."

"Why am I not surprised." Marcus said shaking his head in disbelief. "I
haven't even thought of what I'm going to go as for Brent's Halloween
Party."

"So we're going to that?" Adam asked looking confused. "I got the invite on
facebook but I just disregarded it because you know, he's an asshole and
everything."

"Oh no, It's one of the top parties of the year, regardless if he's a
dick." Scott said dirty thoughts racing through his head. "Sexy guys,
slutty costumes and the whole fucking mansion is done up like a haunted
house."

"It's a good night." Peter said throwing his phone in his gym bag. "Babe
can I borrow your phone, my battery died? I just want to check the movie
times."

"Date night tonight, or are you really checking in with your mom?" Scott
said trying to get Peter riled up.

"I'll flat out tell you to your face that I'm a momma's boy." Peter winked.

"Guys I'm gonna hit the shower; just leave my phone in the locker bubs."
Adam said handing his phone to Peter. As Adam made his way to the shower
area Scott's eyes were locked on Adam's firm bubble butt, the way each
fleshy globe lifted with each step.

"Any reason your mentally fucking my boyfriend?" Peter laughed giving Scott
a nudge, breaking his trance.

"Dude when are you gonna tap that ass?" Scott said shaking his head, trying
to clear his thoughts. "You're dating the hottest guy in school; you should
be walking around with your dick inside him twenty four hours."

"Guys I hate to miss this conversation, but Anderson sent me a text, he's
parked out front." Marcus said grabbing his bag and giving both Scott and
Peter a kiss on the cheek. "Fill me in later." Marcus smiled as he walked
off.

"I fucking love him man." Peter said in a low voice, so no one would
overhear. "The first time I laid eyes on Adam, I knew he was the one."

"Like marriage material?" Scott asked, sounding stunned, he'd never heard
Peter talk like this before.

"Yeah, buy a house, get married, have some kids, a golden retriever and all
that good stuff." Peter smiled, the thought alone made him overflow with
happiness.

"Just no minivans please, I'll vomit." Scott said giving Peter a playful
fist to the shoulder.

"No way man, I want one of those rugged looking Mercedes G class SUV's in a
dark silver." Peter said looking off in thought. "Adam and I both sporting
aviator sunglasses, dressed in matching navy pinstriped suits with Porter
and Preston in the back, while we're driving down some highway along the
Pacific coast in the G wagon."

"You've had way too much time to think about this." Scott snorted as he let
out a small laugh. "And who are Porter and Preston? They sound like the
kind of guys who Brent sleeps with."

"They are mine and Adam's Twin sons." Peter said looking a little offended
by the Brent comment.

"Dude this is like your gayest moment ever." Scott smirked. "Gayer then
that time we were watching Netflix, and Burlesque was in your recently
watched."

"Ok, that was my dad; he's a straight man who is not afraid to admit he
likes Cher." Peter said defensively.

"Whatever you say bud." Scott laughed, as he grabbed his towel. "Just let
me know when you finally pop your boyfriends cherry, I'll want details."

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Adam combed his fingers through his sandy blond hair, messing it up
somewhat so it didn't look too perfect. He liked how his vintage looking
burnt orange t-shirt hugged him in all the right places, from his biceps to
his pectorals, he'd been going hard at the gym and made some gains lately,
even his jeans were fitting tighter in the legs and back.

The evening air was getting more brisk as the days in October were flying
by, the evenings growing darker. Adam sat on the door step waiting for
Peter to arrive, putting on his blue zip up hoodie.

"Can I meet him?" Tina asked, sticking her head out the front door.

"Mom, don't creep up behind people." Adam said looking startled, as Tina
came and sat down next to him.

"I want to see this guy who's the reason my son is hardly home anymore."
Tina said giving Adam a subtle guilt trip. "He can stay in the car, I'll
just wave."

"Mom I love you but you're crazy." Adam said giving his mom a reassuring
smile. "We will have him over for dinner soon and then you can ask him all
the questions I know you're dying to ask him."

"Your dad and I were talking the other day about when we had the sex talk
with you." Tina began, as Adam looked suddenly uncomfortable. "We only
talked about vaginal sex, which was obviously a waste of time. Just promise
me you and Peter will practise safe anal ok?"

"Oh my god mom, please stop." Adam looked mortified. "Never say anal
again."

"You think me and your dad don't know what anal is?" Tina laughed, putting
her arm around Adam. "If we didn't know what that was, Kristy wouldn't be
your only sibling."

"Thank you for the life advice mom, I'm going to pretend this conversation
never happened." Adam said awkwardly fidgeting where he sat.

"Have a good night, and be safe." Tina replied in a warm voice giving Adam
a kiss in on the cheek as she stood up to go back inside.

Adam knew that she would likely be hiding behind the curtains trying to
sneak a peek at Peter. He barely had time to clear his mind when headlights
shone in his eyes, those ridiculously bright kinds that all luxury cars
had, the ones that would shine like the light of a million suns off your
rear view mirror so you couldn't see shit. A Mercedes SL-63 roadster drove
up the driveway stopping before Adam who stood up to get in.

"Your dad is letting you take his car out?" Adam asked as he got
comfortable in the deep leather seat.

"Dad is away on Business and my mom is out with her girlfriends." Peter
said as they drove off, the engine purred like a cougar. "I was trying to
call you; I wanted to see if you wanted to do dinner before the movie?"

"Shit my phone." Adam said panicking a little. "I fucking left it in the
locker."

"Well the movie starts in an hour." Peter said sounding a little
whiney. "Can you just get it tomorrow?"

"No, I need it." Adam said, looking at Peter with puppy eyes. "Can you just
take me by the school on the way?"

"I'm sure Coach found it and put it safely away in his office." Peter
replied, giving Adam a firm pat on his inner thigh. "Besides, the school is
likely closed."

"Please bubs, I really want to try." Adam said with a cute pout. "All of
our dirty pics are on that phone."

"Ok fine." Peter said in a snappy tone. "Just hurry, you know how much I
love the movie trailers."

"You're the best." Adam replied leaning over to Peter. "Give me a kiss,
don't be such a grouch."

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"They make me feel so exposed." Brad said looking over his shoulder and
checking out his backend in the full length mirror in painted on athletic
tights. "Are you sure these are a large how come there's no tag?"

"You're gonna have a red Speedo over them so just chill." Scott replied as
he stood back looking Brad over. "Now do I buy you that Superman Under
Armor compression top to go with the blue tights or do we just leave you
shirtless and I'll paint the Superman sign on your chest."

"Given that you can already see enough of my junk in these, I'd like to at
least be covered up somewhat, so yes to the shirt." Brad said pulling the
blue tights out of his butt crack. "No way are these a large, look how
they're riding up my ass."

"Trust me, I know." Scott said giving Brad's supple ass a firm smack. "What
do you think I've been looking at this whole time?"

"Oh no buddy, don't even think about it." Brad grinned, grabbing Scott's
hand and pulling it off his butt cheek. "No ass for you."

"Come on, you look so good." Scott sulked. "Pleeeeeaseeee?"

"No way, you told me if I agreed to let you dress me for Halloween, that
you'd let me fuck you." Brad said crossing his beefy arms across his
chest. "Fair is fair."

"But I'm horny..." Scott whined, looking at Brad and pouting. "Can I just
put the tip in?"

"Nothing is going in my back door until you take my cock up your ass." Brad
peeled off the blue tights, kicking them to the side.

"Fine, but I get to fuck you right after, in a jock strap." Scott said in a
demanding tone.

"Deal, now get on all fours." Brad said as he watched Scott step out of his
boxer shorts, already shirtless he climbed up onto the bed. Brad walked up
behind Scott reaching out and grabbing onto one of his firm ass cheeks as
he gave it a squeeze. "Soccer has been good to you." Brad loved how freckly
Scott was; even his ass was covered in a dusting of freckles, not a hair in
sight, typical red head. Taking both hands, Brad spread Scott's butt cheeks
apart getting a look at the tight pink hole he'd wanted to fuck for what
seemed like forever. Finally now he was getting his chance.

"Yeah, fucking eat my ass." Scott said in an aggressive tone. Even as a man
about to bottom he still came across as being in charge.

Brad moved in, bringing his mouth over Scott's hole he stuck his tongue out
and lapped at his sweet rose bud, flicking his tongue against Scott's
asshole he reached under him and started to message his cock. Now getting
nice and wet, Brad stuck his tongue inside Scott's hole teasing it. Scott
let a moan escape; Brad knew he was doing well.

"You're so tight; no way my cock is getting inside you like this." Brad
said as he put two fingers in his mouth getting them wet with saliva. Once
Brad felt he'd gotten Scott's hole wet enough with spit and his fingers
slick enough to gain entry to that pink knot, he placed his middle finger
at the spot. Scott bit down on his bottom lip as he felt the finger slowly
push into him; it had been so long he forgot what taking it up the ass felt
like. Now in up to his knuckle, brad swirled the finger around inside him,
loosening him up for a second finger, Scott gasped as he felt a second
finger penetrate his hole. "Is that ok?" Brad asked as he gave Scott a swat
across the butt with his free hand.

"Feels good, don't stop." Scott let out a gasp and pushed back onto Brad's
fingers, arching his back to give Brad full access to his hole.

"You think you're a big alpha top like Peter don't you?" Brad asked in a
low seductive voice. "But you're really just a big bottom slut like the
rest of us."

"Fuck you; I'm not a bottom slut." Scott said defensively, yet still
pushing back on Brad's fingers, almost riding them.

"It's ok to like it up the butt, and clearly you do." Brad let out a laugh,
speaking in a cocky tone. "You keep pushing back onto my fingers, and
you'll end up with my whole fist up there." Brad climbed up onto the bed
behind Scott and spat, letting the string of spit slowly fall downwards
onto the tip of his cock. Taking his other hand he worked the spit over his
cock getting it ready for Scott's ass. "You ready?" Brad whispered leaning
over Scott, almost dominating him, pulling his fingers out of Scott's round
ass he grabbed his cock and guided it to Scott's tight button.

"Please fuck me." Scott groaned, never would he of thought he'd be uttering
those words to Brad when he was usually the one dominating the football
studs ass.

"Gonna make you my bitch." Brad said his voice sounded hoarse with lust as
he pushed the head of his dick into Scott's tight embrace, Scott was beyond
playing nice, he wanted this studs cum inside him. "Yeah push back onto my
cock you little slut." Brad breathed heavily as Scott made his long thick
shaft vanish up his butt. Brad leaned over Scott again and put his arm
around Scott's neck pulling him back so he could whisper into his ear. "I'm
gonna blow a load inside your ass so big you'll be tasting my spunk." Brad
whispered.

"Enjoy this now, because after this you go back to being my little cum
dump." Scott moaned, his eyes looked dizzy with equal parts lust and rage
from being spoken to in such a way.

With this Brad pulled out leaving the head inside Scott, then thrusting in
hard, Scott let a moan escape his lips again as Brad put him in an almost
chokehold thrusting into him like a dog after a bitch in heat. He could
feel himself get closer to cumming as Scott's tight ass clamped down around
his dick.

"Yeah, keep hitting that spot." Scott moaned as Brad's cockhead laid down a
beating on his prostate, making Scott ooze precum from his piss slit. "I'm
gonna blow a load man." Scott bit down hard on his lip as he felt shot
after shot of his warm spunk leave him.

"Good, so am I." Brad replied grabbing Scott by the hips thrusting
feverishly inside him, the walls of his ass milking his cock. "Fuck!" Brad
cried as he unloaded a torrent of cum inside Scott, before falling down on
top of him, his cock still inside. "That was amazing." Brad said catching
his breath.

"Yeah, it was." Scott rolled over, so he was face to face with Brad, but
still under him. He leaned in and gave Brad a long kiss on the lips,
staring at Brad with the most intense bedroom eyes.

"What's up?" Brad smiled, looking longingly into Scott's eyes. "You took
that like a champ."

"I did, didn't I?" Scott sighed, looking back at Brad; his green eyes had
this submissive look about them. "Now bend over fucker, it's my turn."
Scott said suddenly changing his tone as he flipped Brad onto his back,
pinning him down.

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The car pulled up in front of the school, the lights were still on inside
which gave Adam some hope the doors would still be open as he swung his
legs out of the car and made a dash for the doors. The face of the clock up
on the central clock tower with lit up as the evening sky turned
dark. "Please be open." Adam thought to himself as he made his way to the
front door." Grabbing the handle and pulling the door forward a wave of
relief came over him as he found his way inside.

Adam looked around; the school looked different with no one there, no
chatter in the halls, none of the students checking him out when he first
walked in, like he got every morning. Making his way down the corridor
towards the athletics wing he came across a janitor who was waxing the
floor with some contraption that looked like a miniature zamboni. Figuring
he hadn't been stopped Adam carried on until he came to the locker room
door, giving it a light push it opened.

The smell of sweat hit Adam like a fist, that musky smell only a team of
jocks could produce. The lights were still on; Adam made his way to the
locker where he hoped to find his phone. He opened the door slowly; his
heart sank as it was no longer there.

"Great someone either stole it or it's locked up in Coaches office." Adam
thought to himself. He could see that the lights were on inside Coaches
office through the frosted glass windows. "Worth a try." Adam said under
his breath as he walked slowly towards Coaches office, as he got nearer he
could almost make out the sound of hushed talking from the other side, the
door was open a crack. By now Adam could definitely hear sounds coming from
inside.

Adam tapped his knuckle on the door before opening it. "Coach Henry, I
forgot my..." Adam began as he was met with a scene that cut him off before
he could get anymore words out.

"Adam!" Coach exclaimed, a look of horror across his face which was now
beat red as a man was kneeled before him with Coach's cock inside their
mouth, Coach's hand still on the back of their head. "You shouldn't be
here."

Adam stood frozen; completely stunned by the sight before him as the man
kneeling down before Coach down pulled his head back releasing Coach
Henry's cock. Even worse Adam knew this man too.

"Principal Bradshaw?" Adam uttered, now he was completely taken back.

"Adam the school is closed." Principal Bradshaw said weakly as he got to
his feet and straightened his dress shirt, he started quickly doing the
buttons up looking completely dishevelled, like a man who had just been
caught in the act.

"I'm so sorry I left my phone here, I can get it tomorrow." Adam blurted
out. He wasn't even sure he was speaking English he spoke so quickly as he
backed away.  He hurriedly walked to the change room door, swinging it open
he nearly hit the janitor. "Sorry..." Adam mumbled as he paced down the
corridor. He couldn't believe what he saw. Opening the front doors the
brisk evening air hit his face; he could see Peter sitting in the car
tapping his watch, telling him to hurry.

"Sorry, was I long?" Adam said as he climbed in the passenger side seat.

"Long enough." Peter said as he pressed his foot on the gas. "So forget
dinner, we can always grab a slice of pizza while we're at the movie."

"Yeah, sounds good." Adam mumbled, fidgeting with his hands.

"You ok?" Peter asked sounding concerned, giving Adam pat on the
shoulder. "You look like you saw a ghost or something."

"I wish it was a ghost." Adam said shaking his head. "You'll never guess
what I saw, I can't even deal."

"Dramatic much?" Peter laughed, giving Adam a reassuring glance. "What was
so bad?"

"Well, let's say I walked in on Coach Henry getting his dick sucked." Adam
said with a vacant look.

"What, by a student?" Peter almost yelled out. "No fucking way."

"Oh way worse, trust me." Adam said shaking his head. "Try Principal
Bradshaw."

"You've got to be kidding me!" Peter exclaimed. "Mr. Bradshaw was sucking
coach off?"

"That's right." Adam said quietly, shifting uncomfortably in his
seat. "Every single inch from what I saw."

"But he's married to a woman, Evelyn Bradshaw nonetheless." Peter said
sounding confused. "It explains some of the lingering stares I got from
him, especially at football games and shit like that."

"Oh and let's not forget he's Nathan's dad." Adam said in disbelief. "What
are we going to do about Nathan?"

"Nothing." Peter said sternly. "Not a word."

"Seriously?" Adam asked taken aback. "We're just going to pretend like this
never happened?"

"Exactly, it's not our place to get involved." Peter said firmly. "I told
you, you should have just gotten your phone tomorrow."

"I'll start listening to you more often." Adam smirked; he dreaded the next
time he had to see Coach or Principal Bradshaw.

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End of Chapter 14