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Subject: ezra chapter 6 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) 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 6 “What are your plans for spring break?” Jackson asked Ezra during lunch. “I don’t know. My dad is out of town again, but I think my mom is planning a surprise trip.” “Seriously? A trip with your mom?” “I don’t know. She’s planning something, I can tell. I just haven’t figured out what yet.” “Do you even want that? Spending all week with her?” “Well, that’s going to happen anyway with you gone. Might as well be someplace fun, I guess.” “Yeah, well, sorry. I have to go check out colleges at some point. I’m already super late…” “No, I’m not mad at you.” “Yeah, I bet…” was all he could get out before others started joining their table. When Ezra got home from school on Friday, his mother was all smiles and had her suitcase packed. He smiled thinking about all the places they could be going. She came around the corner and looked shocked to see him. “What are you doing here?” “I live here?” “I thought you’d be over with Jackson tonight.” “It’s spring break, why would I be there? You’ve never let me spend a holiday over there.” She sighed heavily. “What’s going on? What’s with the suitcase? Are we going on vacation?” Ezra finally asked. “We? No. I am going to Vegas with the girls.” “And I’m not going?” “You’re not one of the girls…” “And what is the plan for me, then? I can’t drive. You don’t like me using the kitchen. You just expect me to stay here by myself?” “I expected you to be at Jackson’s.” “Were you even going to tell me you were going? Does dad even know?” “Of course he knows! He thinks you’re at Jackson’s too.” “Well, I’m not there.” “I’ll just drop you off on the way. Not a problem.” “Its also not the point! You can’t just drop me off somewhere for ten days and just expect them to look after me. He isn’t expecting me!” “He?” “Yeah, Coach. You know, the adult who you are proposing babysit me while you party it up. He’s not expecting to have another mouth to feed or kid to look after. It isn’t fair.” “It’s not fair that you don’t get to go to Vegas? Oh, don’t be so whiney.” “Vegas sucks when you’re under 21. No, I don’t care about that at all. It’s not fair to him. You cannot just spring me on him like this with no warning!” “Oh, I’m sure he’ll be fine with it. Now quickly, pack a bag. My uber will be here soon.” Ezra rolled his eyes and packed quickly. He heard the uber arrive and purposefully waited until he was called down. His mother did not like to be kept waiting, and she would have to pay the driver extra for the time, and for the detour. Coach opened the door and was only wearing a pair of jeans. Ezra could see the band of his jockstrap peeking over the top. “Ezra? …and Ezra’s mom. How nice to see you again. Is everything alright?” Ezra elbowed his mom so she would stop staring and talk. “Sorry, yes! Everything is fine! Well, mostly. You see, I have this, uh, emergency business trip I have to go on. Ezra’s dad has been gone for weeks now, and we can’t leave him at home. Would it be at all possible for you to look after him while we are away? I know this is last minute, but I couldn’t think of any place else to go…” Coach just smiled. “Of course he can stay here! Ezra, come inside!” Ezra maneuvered around Coach and headed inside with his stuff. Coach and his mother spoke a little more where he couldn’t hear them. When they were finished, she left without saying anything, and Coach shut the door. She had given him money. “Well, this is unexpected…” Coach said. “I thought Jackson said you were going with her.” “Yeah, well, I had thought so. I never imagined her leaving me behind over spring break. I should have guessed it though.” “She, uh, didn’t seem to know Jackson wasn’t here. You know he left right after school, right?” “I know that, yes. She never asked, and it never came up. You didn’t tell her, did you?” “No, of course not. Plus she gave me quite a bit of cash, that’s nice. She doesn’t have a job, so she’s not going on a business trip. Where is she really going?” “Girl’s trip to Vegas. I guess she thought you’d be more inclined to let me stay if you didn’t know it wasn’t an emergency, but just a party. I’m sorry if this has messed up your plans for spring break. I know you were looking forward to an empty house this week.” “Don’t you even worry about that. Almost everything I was going to do is made a thousand times better with you here.” They walked through the front den with the piano and back towards the kitchen. Ezra heard Coach’s pants hit the ground. He then felt hands lifting him up and turning him around to sit on the counter. A mostly naked Coach pulled the boy close to him and kissed him deeply. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” “So take them off me.” Coach wasted no time pulling Ezra’s shirt off. His jeans were a little more difficult, but Ezra wobbled so they could come off. The laminate counter was cold on his bare ass, but he didn’t care because Coach was so warm. “How long is spring break again?” Coach asked. “Ten days, total. Think you can handle that?” “Do you think you can handle wearing nothing more than this the whole time?” “I’m expecting to be wearing much less for most of it.” “Good boy!” Coach growled before grabbing him and kissing him harder. “You have no idea how hard I wished you could be here now. And look at you!” “I’m here, and I’m all yours.” “God, boy. I could fuck you right here and now…” Ezra used his feet to push down Coach’s jock. “What’s stopping you?” Apparently nothing, as Coach fucked him twice without stopping right there on the counter. Ezra could feel Coach cum, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. He just kept right on ramming all the way into Ezra’s ass. Ezra was still in his jock but had pulled his cock out of the pouch. He didn’t play with it, though. He knew Coach would make him shoot, and he was not disappointed. He started moaning louder and louder as he felt in building in his balls. Something flashed across Coach’s eyes. Ezra had seen this look before, but it lasted longer this time. Coach was starting to go into a frenzy, but he caught himself and went back to normal. Ezra dropped his head back and shot hard, clearing himself with the first few shots. Seeing him shoot like that got Coach firing off his second load. “Oh, fuck, boy. You are a dream come true…” “I’m glad someone thinks so…” Ezra thought to himself. They ordered pizzas for dinner. Coach answered the door butt naked on purpose. He told Ezra to stay in the kitchen so he wouldn’t be seen and just strolled on up to the door without a care in the world. He came back in carrying all the boxes, and a half hard cock. “You do enjoy showing off, don’t you?” “God, yes. It’s the best part of looking like this.” “And here I thought the best part was the sex…” “Sex was terrible until I met you.” “I find that hard to believe.” “No really. You’re one in a billion. I never ever thought I’d be lucky enough to find someone who wasn’t scared of my size, both my body and my dick, much less completely turned on by it. And the fact that you are willing and able to take all of me inside you is a feat. And you’re not put off by the fact that I need it so much.” “I love that about you. I know that I have very little to do with that, but I at least know you’re never bored with me.” “You have everything to do with that. Don’t sell yourself short, boy.” “You had your sex drive long before I met you. You told me once that you had to take care of yourself six times a day. That has nothing to do with me.” “Yes, that is all true. But I’ve never had as powerful orgasms or shot so much cum or been able to shoot multiple times without going soft first. That’s all you. No one else has made me feel like that, not even me. It’s like I was in idle, and you mashed the accelerator.” “That was you in idle?” “Basically, yeah. Not a perfect metaphor, but it’ll do.” When darkness came, Coach turned off the lights in the back yard and stood by the back door looking out. He grinned, opened the door, and turned to ask Ezra if he was going to join him. Neither of them had bothered putting on clothes. “What about your neighbors? Won’t they see?” “Nah, they can’t see because of the fence. Nor can they see here in the dark. We’re perfectly safe. Coming?” Coach walked out and Ezra was a few steps behind. He stopped at the door to look around and watched as Coach climbed in. He shrugged and scurried over and quickly got in and slid right up next to Coach. It felt like the tub, but with so much more room and with jets. Each had their benefits, but Ezra thought he might like the tub a little better because it made him stay on top of Coach the whole time. Here, they had plenty of room to float around. Coach positioned himself in front of one of the jets to relax his back. When he got his fill of that, he turned around to face it. Ezra thought it was for his stomach, but he realized the angle was off and he was taking siirt escort the jet straight to his dick. Ezra tried this out, but it was too intense for him. Coach chuckled heartily at that. When the jet cycle stopped, Coach took his seat again. The water was calm now, and Ezra could tell they were both hard. Not that that was at all new, but it did mean a sign of good things to come. Ezra climbed on top of Coach, facing him, without being told to. He couldn’t figure out why Coach was waiting, and he really needed it. Coach knew exactly what he was doing. It delighted him to see Ezra give in to his desire; to see the boy know how to get what he wants. Coach helped to get himself in, but everything else was Ezra. The boy worked his hardest and got them both off. He even made sure to keep quiet to not draw the attention of the neighbors. He knew he would have the opportunity to really let loose later, but for now, it was fun to return to a bit of secrecy. They stayed in the hot tub for a long time, occasionally resetting the jets. It was a nice way to start the break, just relaxing naked. The stars were out, and Ezra stared out at them. Coach noticed and started pointing out the constellations and their histories. Ezra was enraptured with it and highly impressed with Coach’s knowledge. Coach was a teacher through and through, so it was heaven to him to have a student who would pay attention and absorb the lesson. After he reached the end of his astrological knowledge, Coach started to get out and head back inside. He told Ezra he could stay in if he wanted, but that was never going to happen. Coach grabbed some towels from the rack they kept outside for just such occasions and handed one to Ezra as he dried himself off. Once they wouldn’t be dripping all over the floor they went in and Ezra watched to see where Coach would be heading next. It was late, so they headed into the master bedroom and Coach pulled back the sheets to let them get in. Ezra climbed in and Coach lightly slapped his ass as he went. Ezra yipped and jumped away while Coach chuckled. “Not a fan of that, are you, boy?” “No, not really. It automatically makes me think that I’m in trouble. And I spend so much of my life trying to not feel that way.” “You’re not in trouble with me.” “I know, but it’s an involuntary response. And really, the last thing I want to do is to make you mad at me.” “I don’t think that will happen.” “You say that now…” “You’re right. I do say that now.” Coach pulled Ezra to him and kissed the side of his head and turned off the lights. Ezra was surprised that he didn’t want to start up again, but Coach was probably tired. As it turned out, so was Ezra, as they both fell asleep quickly. Ezra woke up alone in the big bed, and it took him a minute to remember exactly where he was, and then where Coach was. He figured he was probably in the bathroom, but Ezra couldn’t hear anyone in there. He waited to see if Coach would emerge from somewhere, but it didn’t happen. He finally got out of bed when he noticed something sitting on the edge of the bed. It was a pair of cutoffs and a note that read: Good morning, boy! You looked so peaceful sleeping, I didn’t want to wake you. You deserve to sleep in today on the first day of spring break. I have some work to do out in the yard, and I would like for you to help me if you want. If you do, wear only these shorts and nothing else. If you don’t, you can do whatever you like, but stay naked. ~ Coach Ezra grinned and picked up the shorts. He had no idea where Coach would have even gotten shorts that would fit him and guessed they were probably Jackson’s from a really long time ago. He slipped them on, and they barely covered anything. There’s no way Jackson wore these shorts. Ezra glanced at himself in the bathroom mirror and could see the bottom of his ass hanging out of the shorts, and his bulge was barely contained. It made him laugh, but he just went with it and went out the back door to find Coach working in the garden. He too was wearing his cutoffs that were shorter than necessary. Coach turned when he heard the door open. “Good morning, boy! Damn, you look good in those!” “Where did you get them? I know there’s no way these once belonged to Jackson.” “Well, they did belong to Jackson, but they were full jeans when he wore them. I cut them off this morning while you were asleep. What do you think of them?” “I think they’re really short…” “I think they’re not short enough.” “Any shorter, and all my junk would fall out of them.” “I stand by my original statement. Turn around, let me see the back.” Ezra turned around and stuck his ass out a little. Coach reached up to grab a handful of Ezra’s ass and hissed through his teeth. “Damn, that is such a sexy look on you, boy.” “You just want me to look like you.” “Well, no, not really. You’d look strange all hairy and muscular. But I do want you to show off like I enjoy doing.” Ezra looked down at his torso, then over to Coach’s, and instinctively ran his hand down his stomach. He was properly skinny and lean, and he had muscle definition, but it was from years of running rather than weightlifting. “I wouldn’t mind being more muscular…” Ezra said, almost to himself. Coach cocked his head to the side. “Really? You want that?” Ezra shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, I don’t think I’d ever be as big as you, and you’re right that it probably would look strange on my small frame, but it would be nice to have more definition.” “What about being covered in hair?” “I don’t really get much say in that. It just sort of happens, or it doesn’t.” “What about your dad? Is he hairy?” “No. Well, a little bit, but it’s thin and whispy and weird looking. Nothing like yours…” “Hmm… then you probably won’t get hairy like me. Does that disappoint you?” “I don’t know. I mean, I love it on you. It looks so rugged and I love how it feels. But I don’t know if I would want that on me. I can’t really picture it, honestly. I really wouldn’t mind it if I looked more like you…” “Well, I certainly like you just the way you are. But that doesn’t mean I won’t encourage you to reach any goals you’d like to set for yourself and help you get there. And honestly, you should probably be glad you’re not a hairy beast like me. It can get uncomfortable at times.” “If it’s uncomfortable, why don’t you shave it off?” “Hell no!” Ezra laughed. “So you do like it.” “I like how it gets me looks more than it makes me uncomfortable. And I love how much you love to run your hands through it. That more than outweighs the occasions where it makes me not 100% comfortable.” “That’s good. I really don’t want you to shave it off…” “I know, boy. Don’t worry, it’s not going anywhere.” “Good,” Ezra said, wrapping his arms around Coach from behind and rubbing his hands through the sweaty hair. Coach dropped one shoulder and sent Ezra tumbling to the ground in front of him. Coach then pounced on top of the boy and leaned down to kiss him in the shrubs. “As much as I would love to fuck you here in the bushes, it’s probably not the best idea.” “Probably not…” “Ready to get to work, boy? It’s a perfect day to get things planted!” “Yes sir! I’ve never done anything like this before, though. My mother has always hated me being dirty. She insisted on everything always being clean.” “That’s no way to raise a boy…” Coach said, before going on to explain all the basics of gardening to Ezra. Again, Coach was filled with something he figured was pride in being able to teach him something else. Ezra followed instructions well and soon enough they were both covered in dirt and sweat and laughing at anything and everything. They slowly made their way through the back yard weeding and planting things as they went. They took breaks to eat and got back out to it. Ezra was concentrating on his work when he looked around and noticed Coach was gone. And then he was soaking wet. Coach was laughing hysterically, and Ezra slipped trying to get out of the spray of the hose. That made Coach laugh even more. “Sorry boy, gotta get the plants watered…” “You could have warned me first…” “Could have. But where’s the fun in that?” Coach then sprayed Ezra again for good measure, making sure to soak the only article of clothing he was wearing. Once Coach finished watering the plants, he started to wash the dirt off himself, then told Ezra to come over so he could do the same to the boy. Ezra hesitated but realized it didn’t really matter either way. Coach restrained himself and washed the boy’s legs and feet off first, then his hands. Ezra got an idea and tried not to give it away with his grin. He cupped his hands in just the right way so that the water flowed out of them and directly onto Coach’s crotch. He jumped back, shocked at that, but he was sufficiently wet, so he got back and let the boy have his fun. His shorts, like Ezra’s, clung to his wet thighs. It accentuated the bulge, and Ezra saw that like him, Coach wasn’t wearing his jockstrap either. Once they were clean enough, Coach turned off the hose and pulled off his shorts, catching Ezra off guard. “Can’t wear these soaked things in the house,” Coach said, coming back over to Ezra. Ezra looked out towards the neighbors and noticed that the sun was setting, so it would be more difficult for them to see back there, but probably not impossible. He couldn’t see the neighbor’s house, though, so maybe they were fine. Ezra felt his shorts being pulled off sincan escort as he was trying to make up his mind. They were wet, so they didn’t fall like they normally would have, and the force nearly took Ezra to his knees. He grabbed onto Coach to keep from falling down and shifted his hips to get the shorts off. Coach then took them and they walked into the garage and into the laundry room where he tossed the wet shorts in the dryer. Ezra stayed close, not wanting to be caught by anyone, but Coach strolled about like they were the only people in the world. Once they were inside, Ezra felt more comfortable. He sort of expected them to put something on, but then realized how dumb that assumption was. Of course they were going to stay naked like this. Coach grabbed their towels from the night before and tossed one to Ezra so they could dry off and not freeze in the house. Coach spread his towel on his chair before dropping himself into his seat. He smirked and summoned Ezra over with a finger. Ezra came over obediently and sat in his lap. Coach turned on the tv and they sat together watching. Both of them started to rub the other one; Ezra focused on Coach’s chest, while Coach gently rubbed the boy’s back. Ezra used his leg to slowly rub against Coach’s cock. He could feel how warm it was and could feel it growing and swelling against his leg. Coach then slipped his hand down to fondle Ezra’s ass and slip a thick finger inside. It wasn’t necessary at this point, but they both liked the feeling, so neither argued with it. Ezra had learned how to work his hole to please Coach’s cock and got some practice in on his big fingers. It didn’t feel as good on his fingers as it did on his dick, but Coach appreciated the effort in getting better since it was all for him anyway. Coach looked from the TV to Ezra and saw him concentrating more on Coach’s fingers than he was on the entertainment, the boy’s eyes were closed tight. Coach turned the boy’s face to him to kiss him sweetly, and Ezra positioned himself so that he could kiss Coach easier. He kept rubbing his leg against Coach’s cock as it made it’s way to full staff. The big chair wasn’t the best place for their fun, as they had discovered. It didn’t allow for much movement by design. It was made for relaxing and not vigorous fucking. Ezra could ride Coach, but it wasn’t comfortable for either of them. Coach realized neither of them were interested in what was on TV, so he lightly tapped Ezra’s ass to get his attention. Ezra opened his eyes and Coach gave him a look that Ezra knew was the cue for `get your ass to my bed’. He grinned out the side of his face and got up out of the chair and pulled Coach from his spot. The towel was flat now from their weight and Coach’s ass print was the only thing left visible. Coach got his arm around Ezra and they made it to his bedroom just in time. Neither of them could wait any longer and as soon as they were in the room, they threw their arms around each other and Ezra jumped up, and with Coach’s help, got his legs around his waist. Coach held on to Ezra tight as he got into position. Neither could use their hands, but like habit, Ezra felt Coach slip in and stretch him out. Ezra hissed softly as he let it all in him. Coach began bouncing him up and letting gravity do the other half. Ezra tried to help by bouncing himself, but nature could get him to go deeper if he let it. Coach made his way to the bed again and got them both in. Ezra still held on tight under Coach as he now could use his leg muscles to push him faster. Ezra could feel Coach’s big balls smack against his ass. Ezra grabbed Coach by his chest and Coach roared. Ezra could see that thing in Coach’s eye, but again it passed quickly. Ezra could feel his hole getting slicked by Coach’s pre, and he knew Coach was getting close. Ezra could feel Coach’s muscles twitching and so he held on tight. Coach slammed himself into Ezra and began filling him up. Ezra clamped down as to not let any escape. Coach really enjoyed staying inside Ezra as long as he possibly could. It felt wonderful and warm, and in case he needed it, he was primed and ready for the next round. Ezra loved it too because it meant that Coach was remaining close by. It meant that he could still feel Coach’s body, but there was something deeper to it too. He could feel something in that physical closeness that he couldn’t put a name to. There was a certain amount of peace involved, and something that he longed for when he was away. Coach held the boy in his arms as his cock began to deflate. It was a long process made even longer by staying inside Ezra. Every little movement could and would get Coach’s cock growing again. Sometimes Ezra did this on purpose in order to keep him in him longer or to encourage Coach to start the next round. Coach loved it when he would do this. There were also a lot of involuntary movements, shifts to get comfortable, even deep breaths, that would have the same effect. Coach would sometimes lightly scrape his nail up the boy’s stomach or tweak his nipples in order to achieve this. Ezra knew in those times that he was getting ready for another round. Tonight, though, they were tired from working hard in the garden all day, so they found themselves drifting off to sleep. In the middle of the night, one or both of them woke up and eased the pressure on their balls, and then fell back to sleep. It happened again in the pre-dawn hours, and then they fell back to sleep. When they woke up properly in the morning, Ezra was glad to see that Coach was still in the bed with him. They often found themselves spooning in their sleep, and Ezra rolled over so he could be face to face with Coach. Ezra had never been a morning person until he started sleeping with Coach. Now he wanted to be awake any moment he was, just in case there was a need to be met. Coach was not phased by the morning, as he had been a teacher for so many years, and his life before that had required early hours as well. Coach enjoyed watching Ezra sleeping. The boy was so calm and peaceful; he barely made a sound. When he did, Coach knew that it meant he was waking up. He watched as Ezra slowly blinked himself back to reality and turned over to face him, still not quite awake yet. Ezra buried his face in the man’s chest and breathed in deeply. Coach smelled the best in the morning. Sometimes he would fall back asleep with his head planted between his pecs and just inhale him for a little bit longer. Sometimes he would wake up with hair in his mouth, and that wasn’t the most pleasant feeling. Today, though, he was awake and just kept his face pressed against Coach. Coach, for his part, just held the boy close to him to let him do as he pleased. They would get down to business eventually. Right now, it was nice to just have a moment of quiet together to start the day. They finally dragged themselves out of bed because breakfast was calling. Coach made scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, and pancakes all while his coffee was brewing. Ezra hadn’t acquired a taste for coffee yet, so he stuck with orange juice. Ezra stuck with Coach to watch him cooking, hoping that he could pick up something so he could cook for himself. He knew the basics, but he wanted to know Coach’s technique so he could make things taste really good, just like Coach. Coach wore his apron again to protect from sausage and bacon grease splattering on him. Ezra was far enough away, but still occasionally could feel the small burning spots on his arm. They didn’t hurt too bad since they were so small, but the necessity of the apron clicked with Ezra. He knew it was important, but figured it was more of a fashion statement more than a practical article of clothing. Ezra sat on Coach’s leg while they ate breakfast quietly. It was delicious as it always was. When he finished, Ezra leaned back against Coach and Coach snaked his arms around him. Ezra rested his head on Coach’s shoulder. They didn’t stay there very long though. Neither of them really wanted to stay in the kitchen all day. They got breakfast cleaned up quickly and Coach headed back to his room with Ezra close behind him. Ezra had assumed they were going in there for more sex, but Coach went through to the bathroom and then into the closet where he started pulling on clothes. Ezra could see him reflected in the mirrors but didn’t follow him in. “What is on your agenda today?” “Well, I need to get a workout in to keep in shape. Care to join me?” “I… don’t know?” “We aren’t really going anywhere, except for the garage.” Coach said, emerging again wearing a pair of gym shorts over his jock and shoes, but nothing else. “The garage?” Ezra asked, trying to think of why they would be going there. He hadn’t really seen much of it because it was full of a couple of old cars Coach had been working on and lots and lots of tools. Neither Coach nor Jackson had found it necessary to take him on a tour of the garage, except to show off the projects. “Yeah, I’ve got a basic gym setup back there. You haven’t seen it?” Ezra shook his head and went looking for his bag. He pulled on his jockstrap and found a pair of shorts and his shoes and put them on quickly, never losing sight of Coach. Coach watched the boy dressing and waited for him to follow him out the back door. Coach opened the garage door nearest to them out of the four and walked outside and down to the furthest door. He turned something that looked like a latch and lifted the door, sending it sliding sinop escort all the way up. Behind the door was hiding a couple of pieces of gym equipment. Someone, probably Coach, had set up a barrier between the cars and the gym. Unless he had known about it, Ezra never would have known this was over here. Coach went over and set the weights and began to go through his workout. “I don’t think I’ve ever noticed you coming out here to do this.” “It’s possible that this is the first time you’ve been here when I’ve done this. I usually take the weekends off. And I really only use this when I’m not going to my actual gym in town. This is for when I don’t feel like driving. In this case, because I don’t want to leave you.” “You don’t trust me to be here by myself?” “No, I mean, I don’t want to be away from you…” “Oh,” Ezra said softly and watched in awe as Coach worked his arms and chest first. Coach had flexed for Ezra’s enjoyment before, even going as far as giving him an actual show, but he had never really seen them straining like this before. Ezra made his way around the space to see him from different angles and to see how much weight he was lifting. It looked like a lot, but Ezra didn’t know how to calculate the weights from the plates. Coach had left the door open to let in light and to let the air circulate some. Ezra wasn’t entirely sure why he was out here; if there was something he was supposed to be doing besides keeping Coach company. If he was supposed to be doing something, Coach made no mention of it. Conversation came in between pauses as Coach strained against the weights. Coach apologized for that, but Ezra didn’t care one bit. He was busy memorizing every single image he could of Coach working out. Coach moved to a different machine to work out a different part of his body and made his way around to each one. After the last one, Ezra thought he would be finished, but he wasn’t. He was going to start another set but first asked if Ezra if he wanted to work out too. Ezra was unprepared for that one. He hadn’t worked out on anything like this before. He had no idea what he was doing. Coach knew that look of panic and told him that it was entirely up to him, but he could walk him through what he needed to be doing. Ezra thought about it but ended up declining. It wasn’t like one workout would make any difference. And at best, he would only be able to work out once a week, so it didn’t really seem worth it. Coach wasn’t disappointed exactly, but it wasn’t what he was hoping for. He was at least glad that Ezra had come out to be with him. He had guessed correctly that it would be enjoyable to be watched the whole time, and from the front of Ezra’s shorts, it was clear he was loving watching. It wasn’t hot, but there wasn’t any wind, and the garage trapped the heat in. Coach was sweating up a storm, and neither of them cared. Ezra found himself catching whiffs of Coach every so often, and they were coming more often the longer they stayed in the garage. Ezra had come to love Coach’s smell, but this was a whole new level of things. He had never been around Coach when he was this sweaty. He sweat when they fucked, yes, but it had never been to this level. Not even working in the yard had made him sweat this much. When he finished, he shut the garage door behind him and locked it. They went back in the other door and pushed the button to make that one close. Coach already had his shorts off before it closed and was headed to the washroom. He slipped his jockstrap off and marched his naked ass across the house to his room. Ezra followed, not wanting to lose sight of him, but he didn’t have time to get out of his own clothes. Coach already had the shower on but hadn’t gotten in yet when Ezra got there. Coach was about to step in when Ezra called out to wait. The sound surprised them both, but for different reasons. Coach didn’t know why Ezra wanted that, and Ezra didn’t consciously say that. It just kind of erupted from his throat like a cough. Coach turned to look at him giving him an expression that asked for an explanation. Ezra didn’t have one ready. Coach was working something out and crossed the tiled floor to where Ezra was standing. He then took another step closer until he was right up on Ezra. Ezra didn’t move. He reached up to touch Coach’s stomach and felt the damp hair. That wasn’t it; not what he was wanting. And then it hit him. In the nose. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. It was different, stronger, but just as delicious. Coach grinned and leaned forward so Ezra’s face was right in his chest. Ezra opened his eyes again when he felt the hairs tickling his nose, but he didn’t move back. “You like that, boy? Like how I smell?” “Yes, Coach. I don’t know why…” “It’s ok,” he said with a smile. “You don’t have to know why to enjoy it.” Ezra then felt his clothes coming off and didn’t bother to see if it was him or Coach that was doing that. His jockstrap took a little longer to unhook from his erection, but that wasn’t a problem for either of them. Ezra then took another step forward to press himself fully against Coach and felt his warm, wet body. He breathed in deeply a few more times. “That’s it, boy. Get it in deep. Remember this smell. Make it a part of you.” “Yes, Coach.” Coach held him to his body and let the boy shiver at the feeling. After enough of that, Coach walked them both into the hot shower to get cleaned up. Well, to get dirtier first, then easy cleanup. Ezra was pushing himself into Coach’s thrusting which drove the man wild. He would remember this for the future. He loved seeing the boy get so worked up, so needy. For so long he had grown accustomed to people just bearing with it at best, he had no idea how good it felt to have someone want it so badly. He was not about to let that go. They dried off after and stayed naked again all night. The rest of the week played out much like the previous days. They worked more in the yard, Coach would work out some, they fucked all over the house. And sometimes in the backyard when no one was watching. Ezra was getting sad as the end of the break was approaching. Sunday came too soon, and they were sitting at the table discussing the day. “Your mother said she’d call when she got back and was coming to pick you up. But I also need to get Jackson from the airport.” “Did she say when that would be?” “No… Is she answering her phone at all?” “No. I’ve left her messages, but nothing. Can’t I just come with you and you could drop me off?” “How would you explain where we were going if she arrived while we’re gone?” “I don’t know… I guess I could stay here and if she comes, just pretend that I’m saying goodbye to you both.” Coach nodded, but he wasn’t happy with this plan. They got dressed, and Coach took off for the airport. Ezra packed, but in the end, it didn’t matter. He jumped when he heard the door open, but was relieved it was Coach and Jackson. “Ezra! What are you doing here?” “Um, waiting for my mom? How was your trip?” “Great. Have you been here the whole time?” Ezra looked to Coach for the answer. “You have been! Did y’all plan this?” “No, it just sort of… happened. If my mom asks, you were also here all week…” “Yeah, of course! Did you have a good week?” Ezra smiled a mischievous smile. “What do you think?” Jackson groaned and rolled his eyes, but he too was smiling. “No word from your mom then?” Coach asked. “No, I don’t know where she is… Are you sure you shouldn’t take me back? What if she forgot?” “Well, that’s on her then, and you get one more night with me. Would that be so bad?” “No, of course not. I’m just worried about tomorrow…” Ezra’s mom didn’t call, so he stayed one more night and got a ride to school the next day. After school, he walked up the sidewalk to his house and waved goodbye to the guys and went inside. “There you are! Where have you been?” It was his father, and he looked mad. “I was at school…” “You weren’t here last night. On a school night! You know better!” “Well, mom said she would be coming to get me when she landed, but she never came. I had to stay with them one more night. Where is she?” “Landed?” “Yeah. From her trip.” “What trip?” “To Vegas. She left last Friday… You didn’t know that?” “Why would I know that?” “She told me you knew. She thought I would be at Jackson’s and that you knew I was there too. You really didn’t know?” “I didn’t know any of this. You’re sure she went to Vegas?” “Yeah, it’s all over her Instagram.” Ezra pulled out his phone and tapped the screen to bring up her photos. Ezra’s dad came around to see better. “Well, that’s just a bar, could be anywhere. But that’s definitely a casino, so it narrows it down…” He then got to a photo of her standing in front of the Bellagio water show where some man had his arm around her. “Yeah, don’t know who that guy is, but it’s definitely Vegas…” Ezra’s dad took the phone and kept scrolling. The same guy appeared in several photos, and he was suspiciously close to her in every one. His father was clearly angry, but not saying anything, so Ezra went to his room to unpack and do his homework. A few hours later, he heard a car pull up and the front door open. It only took about three minutes before the shouting started. Ezra wasn’t listening, but it was so loud, he couldn’t help hearing parts of it. His dad was mad at a lot of things: her leaving and not telling him, her leaving her son behind and not telling him where, not picking him up, but a lot of it was over the strange man in the photos. She didn’t care about any of it and yelled back just so she could say she won the argument. It got late, so Ezra went to bed without seeing her or entering into the argument. He fell asleep to the sounds of shouting. And then his house exploded.

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