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This was blackmail, pure and simple. However I couldn't refuse it. If those photos get out, I would be in a shit load of trouble.

Earlier today, I returned from lunch to my office to see a note: If you want these back, come to the diner on Hoptin after school at 5:30 p.m. I would have dismissed it as a poor joke except I saw one of the photos lying in the open. It was the one of two of my students, John and Gregor, running naked of the track after finding them having sex in the locker room.

I knew I was gay, even as I was growing up in Greece. I have dual citizenship because of my parents. So why is a Greece boar living in the USA? Because he is a stubborn and afraid. It was years ago, I had gotten into a fight with my father, a violent one. We were both drunk at the time, I can't even remember the events that lead up to the fight, but I will never forget the results. The sights of me over a broken railing, looking down on my father, with his head cracked from falling from the second floor. I was so frighten, scared, I might have killed my own father. I was in such a panic I just grabbed my Euros and ran as fast as I could. After that incident, I left Greece, my home, and everything I have loved behind.

When I got to the US, I stayed with my mother's relatives while the paper work was getting filled for my Visa. That time of my life was so dark to me, I ran away from the life I had just because I thought I killed my father. Even when I heard my father was still alive and had lied of the events that happen, I still didn't return. I was stuck in a land so different then my own, and even with the family besides me, I felt so alone.

I had heard on how bad people who are gay are treated here when I lived in Greece. My friends and I always joked how the 'land of the free' was hypocritical, without a thought we might actually go there in person. But then those jokes became more terrifying then funny, and I isolated myself more from the world. When I tried to kill myself, I was sent to a mental doctor who prescribes me with anti-depressants and counseling. When he asked all the questions about all my fears and anxiety, I refused to tell him about my attraction to men. I was not ashamed of it, but in America at the time, being gay was something you do not do in public. Even when opinions of gays had improved, I still isolated myself. They did all the hard work; all I did was huddle in a corner, scared out of my mind the whole time. That continued till I got my degree in teaching and coached teams for high schools.

The photos came soon after; being around fit, young men gave me a hardon to hammer nails. I was still a virgin, but my thoughts of what I wanted to do to these kids were graphic. Face fucking, cock sucking, and everything you can think of for a porno I wanted to do to these kids. One day I found someone taking naked photos and confiscated them. Those photos were what started this. Those photos allowed me to jerk off to my students without any trouble. Every year since my photo collection of all my jocks naked was added to my own collection to jerk off on. The collection was a large variety of species of different sizes and shapes working out or naked in the locker room.

But now all that was at risk. I can see the headlines. 35-year old coach has photos of past students naked as personal pleasure. Shit I need to get them back.

I pulled into the diner from the note. My watch said it was around 5:25, I had arrived early. Any luck, I can get the photos and leave as soon as possible. The diner looked nothing special, except it looked like something from the seventies. One side was completely full while the other was empty; I went to the empty side. There was only one person sitting on this side, a young raccoon. I sat as far away as possible from the others, alone on the other side of the diner.

I looked down on the table, keeping my head as low as possible. "Oh, hey," a voice said. I looked up to see a goat in front of me. His fur was albino white and well trimmed, with the only color coming from the cloths he wore and his red eyes. "Sorry, did you wait long?" He is the blackmailer?

"No I just got here, Mr. Roker." We both were staff at the same school, so of course we would know each other. But why did he take the photos?

"We don't need to be formal here; you can call me Samuel here."

"Sure, you can call me Boreas, too." I need to play this safe here.

A waitress came by, "here are your menus, what would you like to drink?"

"Coke for me, please." Samuel ordered.

"Same here."

"Alright, I'll be back with your drinks and take your order." She left us alone. There was a silence between us. If he wanted to blackmail, why isn't he saying something?

"So you are from Greece?" Samuel asked.

"Y-yeah, I grew up there." What is he getting to?

"Oh, I was just curious. You don't seem to have an accent and you speak English quite well."

"My mother was American so she taught me English growing up." It was funny that most of my friends in Greece said I had an accent all the time.

"So you have duel-citizenship?"

"Yeah, I still had to file for citizenship and prove my mother was a US citizen before I was allowed to stay permanently."

"Any difficulties?"

"Of course, they asked me to sing." If my father singing got passed down to me, that would explain why some of the testers cringed.

Samuel just laughs, "They made you do that?"

"Yeah, and I gave them a headache while doing so." Samuel continued to laugh. "Okay, enough about me. What about you?"

Samuel laughter died down, "sorry, I just wasn't expecting that. But I don't think anything is special about my life."

"What about hobbies?" like blackmail?

"Not much, my job as a teacher keeps me busy most days," he paused for a second, "if I had to pick something, I guess reading."

"Like what?" be polite, get him talking.

"Novels most of the time, my favorites are by Dominick Culling."

"You read Culling?" I was surprised.

"Yeah, is that a problem?"

"No, I love Culling's series. I read the entire 'Twilight Wars' series."

"Really? So have I, thought I prefer his 'Blood Throne' more. I have a weird fascination with fantasy."

"His fantasy works are good I admit, but his sci-fi is much better."

"Yeah, I agree. Which is better: Star Age or Implant?"

"Implant is much better. I really liked the characters' personalities and the plot."

"Yeah and Culling researched Biotechnology while writing it. You can tell he got what he was aiming for with it."

"Sorry for the wait," the waitress returns," I can take your order now."

"I'll take a steak, medium-rare." Samuel ordered.

"I'll take a health burger." My doctor has been on my ass about my health, my fault for eating fast food most days.

"Okay, one steak, medium-rare, and a health burger. Want any sides with that?"

"Some fries would be nice."

"Okay, I'll get your orders but it might take a while." The waitress left us again. We both went quiet for a bit. How did it get so awkward so quick?

"So, how is work?" I asked, trying to get the conversation rolling again.

"I have no problems except the pay."

"Don't we all, I keep worrying if more 'cuts' are coming." The school calls them 'cuts' but most people call it being fired.

"Yeah, if we want to stay we are going to need do more work." Samuel sipped from his coke, "the work we do now keep us busy as is and we really can't do any more."

"The school is in a serious need of funds, what are the people at city hall thinking?"

"Putting more money in the property, they are pouring money into that new stadium."

"Shit, stupid politicians. They need to pull their heads out of there asses and get work done."

"Nothing we can do. All we can do is try to save as much money as possible."

"Like what?"

"Off the top of my head, we can try car pulling to and from work. Where do you live?"

"Off near Blaken, the site of the new stadium," I have shit luck, "I plan on moving but I haven't found a place yet."

I drank some of my coke. "You can live with me." The suggestion came so suddenly I did a spit take with my coke.

"Sorry," I hacked, "it was so sudden." I sprayed Samuel with my coke.

"No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have asked. I am heading to the bathroom." He got up in a rush and entered the door behind me. I screwed up.

"Here are your orders," the waitress returned holding the food, "where is the goat?"

"In the bathroom." Cleaning off my spit.

"Okay, here is the food and the bill. Come to the counter when you are ready to pay." I took a look at the bill. I should pay for it all, at least make up for the spit incident. I entered the bathroom and got distracted by the shirtless goat in front of me.

You can tell he took good care of himself. His coat was well groomed and even. His body was slim and fit. "Need something?" Samuel's voice knocked me back to reality.

"Oh, the food got here and...I was," I kept looking at his body, his sexy body. My thoughts filled with what it might feel like.

"Okay, I'll be out in a sec." I heard the words, but they didn't register. I was too distracted by his fit body.

I reached out and rubbed his stomach. Even with the short fur, it felt nice rubbing it. Samuel didn't try to move my hand, just let me continue petting him. I moved closer placing my other hand around his waist and felt up his legs. The situation was getting more erotic as my hands wondered his body.

I put my head to his neck. He smelled like some flower, but I couldn't figure out what scent it was.

Both of my hands wandered into his pants, looking for his dick. I played with Samuel's dick in my hands, but it was difficult with so little space. Samuel unbuttoned his pants, giving more moving room for my hands. His cock was a nice size and shape, the perfect dick to play with. I wanted to suck it.

I moved down, kissing his fit body. His pants were already on the floor when I got to the dick. Even the dick smelled nice, bets it taste nice too.

I placed it in my mouth, sucking my first dick in a long time. I had experience sucking dicks back in Greece, but they had nothing on Samuel's dick. "Yeah, Boreas, keep sucking it." Samuel placed a hand on me like I planned on leaving. I picked up the pace of my sucking; I wanted him to cum in my mouth. With one last push, I deep throat Samuel, making him moan as he shot in my mouth.

I drank the creamy semen. Samuel locked the door, and then got on his knees. He also went for my pants releasing my cock from it denim prison. What I lack in length, my width replaces it by two. Samuel sucked on it like a pro. It felt wonderful, putting my hands on his little horns. They felt like handle bars to me. I grabbed hold and pulled them to my stomach. I didn't last long.

I couldn't get over how good everything felt, I haven't felt this good in a long time. Samuel was messing with my stomach, rubbing it, playing with it. This moment would have been perfect if not for the fact we are in a bathroom.

"We should get dressed before anyone come in." Samuel had a point; we still had food out waiting for us.

The food was cold, but we didn't try to order anything new and ate in silence.

When we got out, I spoke up, "I had a good time."

"Me too."

"We should do this again."

"Yeah."

"And I would think about it."

"About what?"

"When you asked me to move in, I will think about it."

Samuel pecked me on the cheek. "Thanks see you at work." he entered his car. Then drove off.

Shit the photos! I had completely forgotten about them. As I head to my car, a folder was under the windshield wrappers.

Is that...? I opened it and all the photos I had where in there. Another note was inside. Here are your photos, as promised. But do you still need them?

So Samuel wasn't the blackmailer? Even though I got them back, I didn't feel as I expected. Before they were the only pleasure I had for years. But now, they just looked like regular photos. Maybe...I don't need them anymore.