9781618856357HavingItAllStorm

by Troy Storm

“Available,” Stephen said, flatly.

  Chad looked up, stricken anew. “I didn’t know she was…committed. I told you. It just…happened. Bang! It was like it was meant to be. Everything I had been hoping for, waiting for. And then…”

  “I appeared out of the woodwork. The weekend train,” Stephen added ruefully.

  “Everything I was afraid you would be. Good-looking. Intelligent. Incredibly cool. Hot. I thought there was no reason in the world Syble would stick with me. I must have just been a quick roll for some reason or other. Except…” He shook his head wonderingly.

  “Then the sex really hit the fan.” Stephen laughed, getting up to go. “She’s one in a million, all right. Always keeps me guessing. Though I have to admit, this was one I never would have guessed.”

  Chad tossed the towel aside and gazed at Stephen for a long, pensive moment. “If this works…” Fear and longing flitted through the pair of bright, hopeful blues.

  Stephen moved close. “This is working. One day at a time, young stud. One day at a time. He glanced around, then kissed Chad on the cheek. The young coach flushed and turned to dig fresh jock straps from his locker as Stephen silently admired the view.

  “You were great with the kids today.” He forced his eyes upward. “Keep up the good work this afternoon with the board. We’re gonna need all the good work we can get. Good work…good work,” he muttered, distracted by Chad’s working his formidable self into the double pair of jocks. And more distracted by the freshly scrubbed, sexy young man’s leering look. He moved closer, “Gotta go! Before…” Quickly, he gave Chad’s cheek a sound peck.

  “What the hell!” Coach Branfield bellowed.

  “Checking out that mole on your assistant’s throat, Coach B. He oughta have that looked at. Can’t be too careful about skin cancer. Great game last night, huh? How’d your guys do?” Stephen started jauntily for the door.

  “Won the fucking game!” Branfield roared, turning from giving Chad’s neck a quick glance. “Mr. College Boy here dropped another one. No offence, Parks.”

  “None taken, Coach.” Chad pulled up his sweats and slipped a fresh polo shirt over his head. “The guys played a good game. They had a great time. Even the cheerleaders were impressed.”

  “Fuck good times! Winning is what counts! The sooner they learn that, the better.”

  “Didn’t think winning mattered to you, Coach,” Stephen said from the door.

  “Once you get your years in, it won’t matter,” he smirked. “But until then. Ride their sorry asses!”

  “And speaking of sorry asses, see you at the school board meeting this afternoon, Coach Parks.” Stephen raised a farewell hand to the two of them and turned to go.

  “What did that mean…sorry asses?”

  “Oh, uh, that’s us. Steve and me and some of the kids. We want to present a proposal to the board that we’re not sure they’ll think is a good idea.”

  Branfield shrugged. “They don’t like to be messed with. You better have your sorry asses covered. That bunch just might make them a lot sorrier.”

  * * * *

  Truer words were never spoken, Chad thought glumly, several hours later, facing the red-faced reaction of the eight men and women charged with setting the standard of education for the town’s youth.

  He glanced across the conference table to Stephen, equally glum. Mrs. Abernathy and Mrs. Lopez were grimfaced, Meredith and Francine near tears.

  Andy was slumped in a chair, behind his computer, on which the presentation he and the girls had worked so hard had just been shown, his face blank. The young man’s look—or lack of look—was more unsettling than the blustering board members chiding them all.

  “So what you’re saying,” Andy suddenly cut grimly through the cross-talk, “is the kids in our high school are too stupid to learn how to handle responsibly something they’re already doing irresponsibly.”

  “That’s not at all what we’re saying, young man, and I don’t like the inference,” one of the huffing women board members snapped back.

  Andy rose, menacingly. “And I don’t like being treated like an asshole either, and you all are treating us kids that way, and I think it stinks.” His large, soft body was tense but his voice was calm. “Come on, guys,” he said to the girls, “this triple-X rated presentation is gonna be on the Internet in half an hour for all our stupid students to take a look at. Thanks for understanding our concerns about our fellow dumb fucks.” He snapped his computer shut.

  “Now just a minute, young man. You can still be…” One of the male members rose to his full height, totally unable to intimidate.

  Andy whirled on him. “What? You gonna expel me? There’s not one fact in that presentation that isn’t backed up by half-a-dozen expert sources. Didn’t you see the footnotes? You just don’t want the students doing it to know the facts, that’s all.” He turned to Coach Parks. “Isn’t there some kind of freedom-of-speech thing? A nice, big, public lawsuit? At least a big, fat, front-page story! Maybe the New York Times will pick it up. ‘Sleeply Little CoveHaven Suddenly Wakes Up! Their Kids Are Having Sex!’ I’ll bet, sure as hell, the Post will!”

  Half the board members began to yell. The other half tried to calm them.

  One of the more moderate members held up her hand. “We don’t disagree with what you students are trying to do, Andy. Responsible,” she swallowed, her voice dropped, “sex is a fine thing to instill, but does it need to be so graphically put?”

  “I hadn’t noticed any consensus of agreement,” the young coach interjected. “You all pretty much slammed the kids’ hard work right off the bat.”

  Another general uproar.

  Andy started for the door, computer under his arm as Meredith and Francine quickly rose to follow.

  “Andy, come back,” Chad suddenly called. “You’ve forgotten something.”

  Andy turned, fuming.

  “We don’t have to win. All we have to do is play the best game we know how. You and the girls have done a great job. There’s no way that can be taken from you.”

  Another moderate member spoke up. “Andy, no, right, that’s true. We wouldn’t for the world try to prevent you—”

  “Couldn’t.” Andy’s voice was deliberate.

  “Nor would we want to. If you students feel that strongly…”

  “Us? What about the girls who got knocked up? They haven’t got all the time in the world to wait around for us to stand behind ’em.”

  “And I still feel their so-called decisions are between them and their parents,” one of the more rigid members spoke up.

  “No,” Andy said. “They’re of age. They legally have the right to do what they want to with their bodies. And they don’t want the kids,” he added sharply.

  “They’re not ready,” Meredith hurried to add.

  “Later,” Francine sniffed. “They’ll make great mothers. But not now!” she wailed.

  “And why is it just them?” Andy barked, reinvigorated. “What about the guys? Why aren’t they being raked over the coals, too? Why aren’t their noses being rubbed in it? You know what?” he stormed. “Everybody’s to blame. You!” He pointed angrily at the board. “Every one of you. Our parents, us, their so-called friends, our teachers…” He looked forlornly at the coach. “But at least one of them is trying to do something about it. And we thought…” He turned in a rage, ready to yell something else, but suddenly choked. The words wouldn’t come. His young jaw trembled as everyone watched astonished.

  Finally, the spent young man slumped into the nearest chair, clutching his computer to his chest.

  Meredith and Francine rushed to him, protectively standing on either side, hands gently on his shoulders.

  “I wonder,” Francine said very quietly, almost to herself. “If anybody knows what we’re really like at all? It’s…really scary being us sometimes.”

  The room was utterly silent for a few moments.

  Chad rose from his seat, walked over to the group of young p
eople and knelt in front. “I promise you, Andy, I promise all of you, we’re gonna make it better.” He rose and circled them to stand behind, arms around the girls. He addressed the board. “And we’re going to start now. Right?”

  Matt Bartholomew, the middle-aged, childless widower who served as the head of the local board of education, as well as the town’s objective overseer, looked around at the other members. They were as shaken as he. He cleared his throat and stood to address the group.

  “First off, I’d like to apologize to the kids. They asked for our help—the gown-ups, the parents, those of us who care about what kind of kids we’re bringing up and educating in this world, in CoveHaven—and as so often happens we put our own interests first.” He frowned and shook his head as if berating himself personally, and then turned back to the young people and their protective mentor before him. “You meant well, no, you mean well with this whole sex education thing, and you want information on which to base your own decisions.” He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Well, that’s our purpose. That’s why we’re here. And we failed you. We failed to give you that information.”

  He continued. “You all know I’m not a dad, and probably will never be. I’ll never know what it means to have a daughter who’s been knocked up by a guy that I probably coached in Little League…and then try to figure out how I feel about it. Did I do something wrong along the way? Or did I not do anything, which is even worse. Or what either one of the kids feel about what they’ve done.

  “I’m just one guy in the town who got roped into this job who’s supposed to be able to look at things without getting too emotionally involved. But I tell you, folks, I look at these kids, I look at us. They did a damn fine job of putting this presentation together, of telling us what they need, and we just flat out let ’em down.” He sat down, obviously exhausted. “Andy, young ladies, you made your point really intelligently and very movingly and I’m sorry it took such rancor for us to come to our senses.”

  Some of the other board members looked chagrined. Others, puzzled at where this might be going. Matt Bartholomew ignored them.

  He took a deep breath, wading into unknown waters. “Because we have come to our senses. Right? Obviously, we will have to go slowly. Sex is a delicate matter. But the consequences are not. Therefore, we will, as of right now, inform the girls’ parents that we are with them in their decisions, whatever those decisions might be. And we will inform the parents of…”

  With a gasp, Meredith burst out, “Tell the kids, too. Please,” she added, quietly, pleadingly.

  A look of pain crossed the board chairman’s face. He shook his head slowly. “Thanks, Meredith. You’re right. We all gotta adjust our thinking. Keep reminding us. We will inform everyone involved that we are behind them, no matter what their decisions. And we will inform the school that sex education, based on the lesson plan that you’ve presented us, and the excellent introductory video that you forwarded to us last evening, will be the beginning of a much more extensive program which we will instigate as soon as possible.” He cleared his throat. “We’ll hold off on the more graphic presentation you just showed us, for the time being, if that’s okay, Andy, and girls? But your hard work will not be in vain. I promise you.” He turned to the members of the board. “Do we not all agree? Show of hands.”

  They all held their hands up. Some more slowly than others, but the agreement was unanimous.

  Andy stared, open-mouthed, not believing. The girls began to squeal.

  Bartholomew blushed slightly. “Andy,” he said quietly, “it may take a while for us to be ready to approve of your final video, but since you did such an excellent job of the introductory one, I like to think the board can work closely with you in adding information until everything that you young men and women feel should be in there, is in there.” He raised hopeful, questioning eyebrows.

  “Uh…sure.”

  Bartholomew gave thumbs up. “Right on! We’ll start calling the parents.” He nodded to Meredith. “And the kids. The young men and women involved. We’ll call them first. As soon as this meeting is over. Thank you all.” He nodded to a beaming Mrs. Abernathy and Mrs. Lopez, and to Stephen. “Coach Parks, thank you, especially, for being the first to realize.”

  Chad shook the man’s hand enthusiastically.

  Stephen happily started dialing his cell phone.

  * * * *

  “She was really pleased, wasn’t she?” Chad bounced on the bed, tugging at his privates, his excitement and energy still up from the board meeting.

  “Yes.” Stephen sat on the edge of the bed, removing the last of his clothing and smiling at the young man’s continued enthusiasm.

  “Man, I really was worried for a while, but Andy…” He paused, remembering. “Wow. I don’t think I ever cared about anything that much when I was his age.”

  “You seem able to care a lot about things now that you’re older.”

  “I never met anybody like Syble.” He flopped over on his stomach, pounding the pillow into submission before burying his face and muttering. “Or you.”

  “What? Didn’t hear.” Stephen leaned back, his head and upper torso on the young man’s broad, muscular back. “Me? Is that a good anybody like me, or a bad anybody like me?”

  Chad flopped over. His chest bouncing against Stephen’s turned face. “Good anybody. Really good. Excellent. I can’t decide if you’re the best-looking dork in the world or the most amazing, understanding…”

  “Sucker for prime mansteak,” Stephen finished, grinning, closing his fist around Chad’s prime example and swiping his mouth across the already bubbling, slitted end.

  “Oh, man, don’t. I can’t resist that awesome mouth of yours. I already owe you half-a-dozen.”

  “Don’t?”

  “Do, dammit…but don’t…I can’t…”

  “We could sixty-nine.”

  “I can’t. Once you start sucking I forget I’ve got this great piece of meat in my mouth that really needs appreciating and…whatever you do, man, once you’re doing it, all I can think about is this…this…really happy glow coming from my middle. Man, you make my earlobes sweat you’re so good.”

  “High praise, I think.”

  Chad pulled Stephen up, nose to nose. “You wanna try the butt thing? I gotta do that sooner or later. We only got a couple of days before she gets back. Why couldn’t she come back sooner?”

  The kid’s mind bounced all over the place, Stephen thought, smiling to himself. Chad’s neurotic energy, spiraling out like exploding fireworks, was such a joy. Control had been Stephen’s mantra for so long, desperately holding himself together on a parallel plane of trying to hold his professional life together, that to be immersed in the freedom of just going with the flow, of energy, of sex, of pure feeling was the ultimate joy.

  No. The ultimate joy would be in two more days. When the school board approved the final plan to the town council.

  And the three of them got together.

  He mashed his mouth to Chad’s and left the young man breathless. “Turn over, hot buns. It’s time now to kiss your ass.”

  Chad blinked, worried his moist lips for a moment, swallowed and turned over. “Please, sir, be kind. I’m a…” His sudden intake of breath choked off the words as Stephen’s tongue swiped across his creamy, virgin butthole. He swallowed and started to speak again. Another gasped intake of breath. Stephen’s tongue stabbed at the pristine pucker and the young god was silenced, awed at the astounding sensation of nerve endings suddenly excited and brought to glittering, flaming life, waving out from his center, clustering in the thick hardness of his trapped dick and swirling through his tightly packed ballsack.

  Stephen’s hands pressed the hard, muscular orbs of Chad’s ass wide, giving his face more access to the valley of discovery. His tongue danced over the trembling pucker, thrusting against the fluted flesh, then swabbed the area with fresh lubrication, laving back and forth.

  * * * *

  Cha
d froze in place, face buried, fists knotted at his sides. His ass rose, tentatively, meeting Stephen tongue thrusts, knowing this was for real. Contact would not only be made, but all automatic repulsing responses would be breached.

  He was gonna be fucked.

  And royally fucked by Syble’s mate…Syble’s mighty meated mate.

  Stephen was a big dude. Big as him. But sleeker. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. If he could just…

  Aw, gee. What the hell was that? A finger? Two? Stephen had bought what looked like a case of lube. And condoms. Big mothers. Also lubed.

  Aaaaaah! The top of Chad’s head unhinged, letting out a flock of doves. Oh, man, he must have his whole hand in there! Rolling the fist around, massaging from the inside out. No. It was just a few fingers because the thumb was doing amazing things to the root of his balls. Amazing things to the plump pad of electrified flesh between his balls and his hole.

  Fingernails lightly dragged across, around, circled, spread. His whole ass was begging. Please! Please! He had never pleaded in his whole life. He was too proud, too smug, too afraid of getting turned down. Of getting his ego slugged again.

  He’d shown ’em. He was beautiful now. He was loved.

  He was double loved.

  He was about to be penetrated.

  His asshole clinched.

  “My dick would like to slide into you and make love to your insides.” Stephen gently revolved him back and pulled a leg up, caressing his ankle. Momentarily he suckled on his toes before angling his body in to press his dick against Chad’s frozen anal entrance. Stephen’s tongue against the arch of his foot, whispering against his ankle, was like being dipped in melted chocolate…with sprinkles. The warm, melted, chocolate flowed from Stephen’s caressing tongue down his thighs into his crotch, flooding the area with a thick heat. His ass opened. The chocolate heat coalesced into a big-nutted, creamy, mancandy bar that creamily melted into his ass.

  A momentary white-hot circle of heat flamed from his pressed-open sphincter and shot straight through to his gaping throat as the head of Stephen’s dick lodged deep inside him.