Coach by Yoteicon92

Coach

Yoteicon92, Anal, Baseball, Blackmail, College, Coming Out, Doberman, Gay, Gay Relationships, Husky, Oral, Rimjob, Rimming, Taboo, Virgin, Vouyerism, Wolf, extortion, secret, sports

College freshman Faust Freyjasson is a newbie to Slaterville University. A Mississippi ex-pat, he travels to Ohio to try and start life anew after coming out to his family, but finds himself in an unconventional love story with his baseball coach, Coach Maverick.

This story was a gift for Windcatcher, which I began writing in December 2019. It's a sort of collaboration between myself, Windcatcher, and RrowdyBeast (who let me use his artwork for the icon). It's a sort of "my take" on Windcatcher's characters, Maverick, Faust, and Greyn, with my own villain, James Jordan~

Coach

Prologue:

Slaterville was Cuyahoga County's industrial wasteland. Wedged between the concrete and steel of greater Cleveland, and the shores of Lake Erie, the working class city was home to a rusting network of dilapidated, closed industries. The skyline of Slaterville was dotted by silent smokestacks, jutting into the hazy sky. The haze of late August was made worse by the smoldering gas flues of the Slaterville Refinery, which dominated the entire western half of the city. It was a hybrid community of boarded up factories, and working class neighborhoods, nestled in Ohio's rust belt.

Exiting I-71 for Route 379, an old red Chevy truck burbled its way along the faded and cracked asphalt. The dinged up K20 pickup truck carried Mississippi plates on it. It was driven by a burly, young brown wolf, who had an arm draped out the open window. It had been a long, arduous journey across the country for twenty year old Faust Freyjasson, but it was the beginning of being on his own, the beginning of a new chapter in his life. He was enroute to begin college, at Slaterville University, home of the Slaterville Lumberjacks, the baseball team he was destined to play for.

On his left, he passed by the massive refinery, his nostrils filled with the astringent scent of petroleum. Gas flues burned, shooting flames up into the hazy sky. It reminded him of his own broken down Mississippi town. "The more things change, the more they stay the same..." he mused to himself. But his scholarship was a free ride into playing baseball, and getting away from a backwater state full of troglodytes. He had promised himself change after coming out to his family, who gave him a lukewarm reception to the idea of a gay son.

After hours upon hours of driving on his odyssey, Faust finally arrived to Slaterville University. It was a fairly large university; a series of old brick buildings built in the 1950's, nestled in a neatly treed and landscape campus. It had four classroom buildings, a large gymnasium and natatorium, and dormitories, which were nothing more than former apartment buildings across the street, repurposed by the university. In the background towered the silent smokestacks of an abandoned steel mill.

Faust pulled up to the curb and threw the shifter into park. He stepped out and felt his stiff legs nearly buckle. The wolf was dressed in a snug pair of Wranglers and a sweat soaked black tanktop that clung to his muscular frame. His big feet were encased in a pair of brown cowboy boots, with pointed tips. The hot sun shone in the afternoon sky, beating down on Faust. He cursed his truck's A/C for going out at the worst possible time. He glanced around to find Attica Court surprisingly quiet. There was a few freshmen like him moving in up the road, but all around him was just silence. The wolf glanced at his truck bed, which was filled bulkhead to bulkhead with his wrapped up belongings. He glanced back at the people far up the road. He breathed a sigh of relief that he was early.

Leaving his truck door open, he positioned himself and looked over his shoulder as he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his fly. Fumbling around, he let his big soft cock out. Poking out was his ebony member, cut and thick, with his right paw holding it at the base between his index and middle finger. He happily relieved himself, his slit spewing hot piss all over the pavement. He closed his eyes and breathed a huge sigh of relief from holding it in so long. He drained his bladder onto the pavement in a huge puddle and nonchalantly zipped everything back up. He slammed the truck door shut and looked ahead at his new dormitory, formerly apartment number "32".

Grabbing his new key, Faust opened the door and stepped inside the dorm. It was once a one room apartment; it had a small living room, a kitchen, and a bedroom. The university provided him with some furniture and a bed. It was spartan, but better than nothing. This was now his home for the foreseeable future.

"Welcome to college~" Faust muttered to himself.

Coach

The skyline of downtown Cleveland glowed faintly in the distance of a hot, muggy night. Under the amber glare of streetlights sat a nondescript looking building, anonymously blended in with its surroundings. It had an industrial, almost warehouse look to it, with the name "Anvil" written on the front. A fluttering leather pride flag gave it away.

Drowned in red light stood a tall, ripped, husky. Sweat glistened on his pelt of dark and light gray fur. Snug leather chaps shotgunned down his legs, ending in a pair of shiny black boots. A bar vest complimented his muscular frame, showcasing his chiseled chest, and washboard abs. Muscular arms were adorned with thick black leather bracers that dominated the forearms, his biceps adorned with two additional bracers. A grin was on his muzzle, which had a thick goatee jutting from his chin. He stroked his impressive nine and a half inches of maleness with his right paw, the lube making a squishing sound. His thick member was cut, with a mushroom shaped head that throbbed with each slow stroke of his paw. At the base was a tightly wrapped cockring, black leather with stubby spikes on it. Veins bulged on his swollen, rock hard cock. As his right paw slowly stroked his urging member, his left paw teasingly caressed the hip of his young fuck buddy; a leather clad malamute, bent over a sling. He caressed his hip, his rump, and his lower back, before his paw clamped down at the base of his lifted up tail. He took a step forward, and pressed his dick right on the hole. He slowly began to feed his thick member inside, which made the malamute moan and try and press back for more.

"Yeah? Like that?" grinned the husky. He had a deep voice that was smooth rolling out of his muzzle.

"Mmmm, fuck me, Coach~"

"Oh I will~"

He made sure entry was teasingly slow, almost torturous. An inch at a time, fed slowly into a hungry waiting hole that clenched around it. He hilted himself in and adjusted his pose. Slowly, the shaft was slid back, just about to the tip, and suddenly slammed back in, the husky letting out a pleasure filled moan. The malamute groaned as the husky's hips began to smack back and forth furiously. The dim room was filled with moans as the husky got off to the malamute. Chains rattled, leather creaked, mixing with the wet slaps of his hips. Sweat dripped down and soaked his fur, and dripped down his leathers.

The husky huffed and huffed; he tipped his head back and gripped those hips with his big paws. A long moan followed as he came. Hilted all the way in, his cock and balls throbbed as he shot his load into his bud. He exhaled a huge sigh of content relief. He slipped his paw down and slowly slid his swollen member out. His thick head emerged, trailing a gooey rope of cum that splattered onto the polished floor. The husky chuckled and gave his friend's rump a smack. "Good game~" he teased with a grin. He worked his cockring loose and massaged the sore base of his cock that slowly grew soft.

Emerging from the dim corner, the malamute and husky casually walked out to be with other friends. The malamute wore a snug blue jockstrap, while the husky adjusted the straps to his soft leather codpiece, which did little to hide the imagination, with a big, prominent outline pressed against the black leather.

"Always a good fuck, Mav." The malamute chuckled as the husky put his arm around him.

"Heh, any day, Tyler." Smiled the husky.

Grabbing a spot at the bar, the husky ordered a beer, which was quickly slid to him, over the banter of some of his friends.

"Hey Maverick! You gonna stick around for some pool later?"

"Nah, I can't..." he responded. "I got work to do in preparation for class..." He smirked and took a long, slow swig of his frothy glass. "Bossman dumped his syllabus bullshit on me to complete and he can take all the credit for it."

"I thought that was the job of the athletic director?" asked a burly Rottweiler.

Maverick shrugged. "You mean, assistant...athletic director. Bill's out on medical leave, leaving Jim in charge of Slaterville's athletic programs..."

"Is that that asshole who came from Ohio State?"

"Yep~ James Ryan Jordan." Maverick said it with a mocking, pretentious tone. "Mister I got a stick up my ass all day." Everyone chuckled with Maverick.

"...on top of everything else I have to get ready for the baseball team... I have to work on the syllabus to the program, because Jordan has more important things to do, so he says. I think he just sits in his office and jacks off to his own photo."

"Think about the money~"

"Yep!" the husky grinned. "That and checking out the hot asses in the showers."

"Damn, bro~" Tyler laughed. "I'd love a job like that."

"Love my job! Hate my boss." Chuckled Maverick as he finished his beer. "Great fuck as always. I'll see you boys when I get a free day."

"Later, Mav!"

"Go Lumberjacks!" everyone cheered as Maverick pumped his fist in the air to encourage it.

"Gonna be great as always!" Maverick cheered with them.

The night air was still stuffy as Maverick emerged from the club. Toting a duffel bag over his shoulder, he was dressed in a pair of gray gym shorts, and a red tanktop that bore the Slaterville "S" logo on it. A red baseball cap adorned his head. He tossed his duffel bag into the back of his dark green Jeep, and took off back for home in Slaterville, half an hour away to the east of Cleveland.

The clock struck eleven-thirty at night when Maverick finally rolled up to his home. Situated near the old downtown Slaterville was the Pine Ridge Estates, a laughable attempt at "luxury" condominiums. It was a new complex, neatly landscaped with buildings that were white with natural wood trim. Maverick pulled up to his usual spot on the curb and got out, carrying his duffel bag with him that bounced against his backside.

The front door swung open and he immediately reached in to switch on the lights. A floor lamp gave his living room a warm glow. His condo was an open layout; the living room was open with the dining room and kitchen. Stairs in the corner went upstairs where the bathroom and two bedrooms resided at, hence the "luxury" jargon. The living room had its walls painted a neutral gray color, the floor being a bleached oak hardwood. The gray walls were adorned with portraits of family, friends, and baseball, a life story of Maverick on display. A bookshelf held trophies and awards that the husky had obtained in his long tenure in baseball.

At thirty-four, Coach Maverick was in his prime. He was the head coach to the Slaterville Lumberjacks, capping a successful tenure in baseball since he was a teenager. Originally from Biloxi, Mississippi, he began playing baseball in middle school. He homed his skill in high school, and got to play for Ole Miss in college. At the age of twenty-two, he was recruited and got to play professional, joining the St. Louis Cardinals in Missouri. He played in the Major Leagues until a shoulder injury at twenty-seven ended his professional career. He went back to Ole Miss, got a teaching degree, and returned to become a coach, continuing his passion on the academic side of things. He initially coached for high school level, until he was recruited to move to Ohio to join Slaterville, to prop up its struggling team. In the span of two years, he turned the Lumberjacks around from something of an "also-ran" to a team who won their first championship in 2017. His walls told of his life story in baseball.

Pouring himself a drink, the husky ventured over to his paper strewn desk. A glass of scotch with some soda was just what he needed for a long night ahead crunching up the athletic syllabus. He grabbed some papers and stacked them up, his green eyes glancing at the roster of his new players coming into the team. He sat them aside and woke his desktop up, to begin typing out the syllabus, using the notes provided from his supervisor. The slow clicking of keystrokes filled his dim living room as he typed away, with some music playing in the background to break the silence.

The first day of class was a muggy August morning. The morning sun burned through the sweltering haze, casting long shadows on the Slaterville campus. A thermometer already read eighty-one degrees at eight in the morning.

Faust dabbed his forehead with a handkerchief. He fumbled around with his backpack as he walked, following the flow of students heading to and from class on the campus. The brown wolf was dressed in a pair of shorts and a gray t-shirt that was snug to his muscular frame. He entered the main building of the university, "Founders Hall", where his morning classes were at. He managed a Monday through Friday gig with the usual courses and electives; math, earth science, an intro to psychology class, early American history, and his baseball program to end the day. A good introduction to college life, he thought.

The first day was nothing more than a basic orientation; each professor introduced themselves, their class, and passed out the syllabi for the class outline. Information was passed around, and people got acquainted with each other. But the day seemed to drag its feet; Faust was a bit annoyed by the gaps between classes. He had a ninety minute gap between math and science, a twenty minute pause going into psychology, which practically crashed into history class. Then he had an hour gap between that and his baseball classes.

The clock struck two-fifty in the afternoon when Faust entered the natatorium building. The large brick structure held the university's large indoor swimming pool, gymnasium, locker rooms, and classrooms associated with health and sports.

Entering room 141, Faust was greeted by his fellow members of the Lumberjacks. A hodgepodge of people, some new, and some seasoned members of the team, the large classroom was filled with chatter as familiar faces caught up on things over the summer off, as they waited for Coach Maverick Kennedy.

"Hey! Nice to meet ya~" came a cheerful voice and a nudge that got Faust's attention. The wolf turned to meet a gray wolf who looked mixed with something else. A buff dude with a red Mohawk atop his head and goatee. "Name's Greyn."

"Faust~"

"How's it going?"

"Eh, it's goin'." Laughed Faust. His laugh was a bit awkward. The sound of the door opening got Faust's attention as he turned to see the coach finally enter. Emerging through the doorway was a tall husky, who had two-toned gray fur, and very buff. He wore a snug white polo shirt and a pair of gray slacks that formed to his legs perfectly. A red baseball cap adorned the top of his head. Faust eyeballed the muscular arms that swayed and held paperwork. He couldn't help but take notice of the prominent bulge in the front. The wolf's jaw slacked slightly in awe. The husky's content smirk was contagious.

"Hey welcome back!" he greeted enthusiastically to his veteran players. His voice was deep and had some power to it. He looked genuinely happy to see his players again. "It's time to kick ass once again!"

The coach sat all his paperwork down and officially greeted his new players. "Good afternoon everyone! Welcome aboard to the Lumberjacks! Ya'll are gonna have a blast. I'll try and keep this orientation day as painless as possible. I'll give ya'll a hint, I hated it when I was on your end~ Let me introduce myself- I'm Maverick Kennedy, and I have been with Slaterville since 2014. I turned this team around from a bunch of pitiful losers, to getting their first championship last year! Blood, sweat, and tears boys! And some experience."

Faust sat staring at his coach in awe; his words practically melted together as he talked about his baseball career, his immense love for baseball. A smutty smirk curled up on his muzzle as he fantasized about him. He completely underestimated the looks of his coach; from a single head and shoulders shot of him in a school pamphlet, it completely concealed those hard-earned, ripped muscles that seemed to threaten to rip his clothes apart as he stood there talking. Faust fantasized about what lay beneath those clothes.

As the coach finished up his introduction, the door swung open to reveal a red furred Doberman, a lanky middle-aged gent who wore a pressed white dress shirt, black slacks, and a yellow necktie, adorned with a purple diamond pattern on it. His bony face had a piercing, Joseph Goebbels like stare to it. His brown hair was a trimmed short like Maverick's crew cut atop his head. A large binder was tucked under an arm.

"Oh look everyone, it's the ASSISTANT Athletic Director, Mister James Jordan. How's it going Jim?" grinned Maverick, with a great emphasis on the "assistant" in his title.

The Doberman smiled back at the husky, but it was a very insincere smile, practically a sneer as he turned his attention to his student body. "Hello everybody, I'm James Jordan, the acting head of the Athletic Department at Slaterville University." He spoke with a very pretentious sounding voice. He went on a spiel about paperwork and signatures, a very boring and dry conversation that Faust barely paid attention to. Some paperwork packets were passed out, with the reminder that they needed to be filled out and turned in by the end of next week. He concluded with a "I am genuinely happy getting to meet all of you!" It did not sound genuine. He gave a concluding nod, and turned to leave the classroom. The coach quickly walked over and closed the door.

"Stick up his ass, coach!" exclaimed one of his students, which made everyone laugh. The coach let out a sarcastic sigh with a smile still on his face. "Okay, time for the boring stuff~ Class roster."

The coach grabbed his class list and called out everyone's names one by one, in alphabetical order. One by one everyone responded and was checked off.

"Faust... Freyjasson."

"Here~"

The coach looked up. "Southern boy too, eh?"

"How'd you guess?"

"The drawl." The husky grinned. "I'm a Mississippi boy myself. Biloxi."

"Oh really? I'm from Lumberton." Faust responded.

"Oh neat! Glad to meet someone else from good ole' Mississippi." He smiled in return. Faust had to fight back from blushing. He put his paperwork away and gave a concluding summary of what was planned for class and training as part of their schedule.

"Well I'm not going to bore you guys to death here, so go and enjoy your day! Welcome on back." Maverick concluded as he checked his watch. There was a flurry of movement, and his class quickly poured out the door, to head off to other classes, or go home. Faust packed his binder away into his backpack and got up to leave with the rest of his cohorts. As he left, he took a glance at the coach, who was saying goodbye to some of his players as they marched past. Maverick glanced at Faust and smiled. The wolf smiled briefly and turned to look away, hiding the fact he was trying not to blush at all. The smile always got him.

Two Weeks Later

The stagnant heat of summer lingered into September. Battling the glare of the afternoon sun, and sweat dripping into squinted eyes, Faust watched intensely as Maverick took aim to throw another fast ball. The wolf tightened his grip on his wooden bat, that trembled from his sheer concentration. The coach stood at the pitcher's mound, looking serious and concentrated. He was dressed like the others in a Lumberjacks uniform; it was a gray set of pants and shirt with red stripes on them. Faust's fit snuggly to his muscular body, the gray having turned a ruddy color from the reddish dirt that made up the baseball diamond.

With lighting fast reflexes, Maverick wound up and threw a very fast ball. Like a blink of an eye, Faust watched the ball fly at him like a bullet. He swung and struck it, feeling the impact shockwave through his grip. The wood bat made a pleasant "thunk" as the ball went flying skywards. He took off running at full speed, watching the ball as it landed and his fellow members chasing after it. He cleared first base, watching as the ball was thrown to try and strike him out. He firmly planted himself on second, to the claps of some of his new friends.

"Not bad, not bad." Grinned Maverick. "Good hit, Faust!"

"Whew." The wolf exhaled. He wiped the sweat off his forehead. He watched as his friend Greyn approach the plate and adjust his grip on his bat. Coach Maverick grinned and took aim with his baseball, his grip poised for another fast ball. He wound up and threw, which Greyn missed. "Strike one!" called the umpire huddled behind him.

Maverick chuckled. "That was a baby throw!" The umpire threw the ball, which Mav caught with his mitt. He tossed it a few times and adjusted his pose on his mound. Faust watched him throw again, and Greyn smacked the ball, which ricocheted off the bat in a high arching shot. The wolf took off as fast as he could, his eyes stinging from sweat flying into them. Just as he thought he would make it, just mere feet from third base, he was struck out as the catcher smacked the ball into his mitt.

"Faust you'reeeeeeeee out!" Maverick laughed. Faust chuckled and threw his arms in frustration.

"So close!" Faust called out.

"Not close enough~" the coach teased. "Good job~"

Faust took a seat and grabbed his water bottle to get a drink. He let out a tired exhale. He felt that things were finally settling into groove at Slaterville. The boring classroom gobbledygook for baseball was finally turning into some training, which made the day go by so much faster.

After spending a few hours on the diamond, Maverick blew the whistle and called it a day for the team. The group packed their bats and mitts away and marched back to the gymnasium, to get cleaned up and go home.

The "Evan J. Ross Building" served as the university's gymnasium and natatorium. It was an old brick structure, huge in scale that served the university's athletic programs. It was also where the locker rooms resided at. The baseball team marched their way in a large gaggle back to their locker room, to change out and shower. It was a time for Faust to be a bit sly in sneaking some views of hot maleness that he otherwise never got to see.

Undressing himself, the brown wolf tossed his dirty uniform into a shopping bag and sat it beside his duffel bag. He had a chiseled chest and six pack abs, to go with his beefy arms. Stripping off his sweat soaked jockstrap, he gave the black elastic jock a twirl around his finger, feeling quite comfortable in the nude around his naked peers for the first time. It reminded him of high school, but on a more mature level. Grabbing soap and a towel, he made his way to the showers, which was a large open room.

The air was heavy with steam as Faust entered. The large room had gang showers lined up against the wall, with no privacy whatsoever. The walls were yellowish colored bricks, with the shower heads bolted right to them. He walked up to one of the showers, turned it on and adjusted the water flow and temperature. He stood under the gentle stream of water and enjoyed the feeling of warmth soothe tired muscles. He flipped the tab to his bottle of soap and poured a dripping glob of soap into his left paw, which he smeared across his chest to begin lathering up. He worked the soap into his pelt slowly, his brown eyes curiously scanning around the shower room. Everything was all out there to see, and Faust sized himself up, and glanced down at his own dangling member, which looked quite plump and thick compared to some of his buds. Water dribbled down his abs, down his shaft and dripped off the tip of his cockhead.

As he turned to his side to wash his backside, he heard the voice of the coach; certainly Maverick wasn't going to shower with the guys? Faust gulped at the possibility. A fantasy come true? He felt a twinge in his cock, a surge of blood flow that gave him a chub. He turned his back to face to the wall, to hide the fact. There was the sound of footsteps, and Faust cautiously turned his torso to get a glimpse. He nearly fell when he saw Maverick step into the showers. All of Maverick.

The coach entered the shower with a red towel thrown around a shoulder, and his right paw clutching a bottle of soap. His muscular body walked with a graceful, confident step to it. Arms bulged with muscle, his chest was puffed out, and Faust watched as his big tan member flopped with each step. He had a cocky smirk on his face as he made his way to an open shower. The wolf was impressed by the coach's sheer size. His jaw was slightly slack as he tracked him, gawking.

The wolf made a half-step wrong and lost his balance. He slipped on the wet tile floor and fell with a thud, which made a few of the guys laugh at him.

"You're a klutz Freyjasson!" teased Greyn.

"Yeah, yeah~" the wolf brushed it off. He tried to get up, but his paw slipped on soap that ran to the main drain, making him fall a second time, to elect more laughter.

"Here~" came Maverick's voice.

Faust instantly blushed when he felt those big strong paws of the coach come and grab him. Maverick lifted the wolf up to his feet; he could barely even look at him and that grin on his face.

"It's not a sit down bath, boy!" the husky laughed as he patted Faust on the back. Faust tensed up a bit as he felt that big paw rub his upper back with a chuckle from Maverick.

"Thanks, coach~" Faust responded as Maverick continued on his way. The wolf quickly rinsed himself off and shut the water off to begin drying off. He quickly wrapped the towel around his waist, to hide his hardening boner, and escaped out of the shower. Clean clothes were thrown back on, and Faust escaped away for home to begin the weekend.

The evening sun colored the conference room in shades of orange and amber. At the long table sat the coaches and athletic administrators of the university, in the midst of a contentious discussion. At the far end sat James Jordan, presiding over the meeting. The Doberman looked stern as he sat with his sleeves rolled up and yellow necktie loosened around a loosely collared shirt. The other coaches looked unhappy as well. The meeting was over planned changes to the athletic budget, for the various sports teams. It was Jordan's attempts at flexing his own muscles as the acting head of the athletic department.

Maverick rubbed his forehead as he ran over the budget numbers again for the baseball team. "This was agreed upon for fiscal year eighteen, and now you're going directly against the budget that was allocated by Bill, and approved by the Dean?"

"By modifying the budget for team lodging on away games...we save fifteen hundred dollars." Jordan explained. "We can put that fifteen hundred dollars towards equipment upgrades."

The coach to the basketball team shook his head. "This is bullshit, James."

"I'm not putting my team in some shithole motel just so you can save a few pennies." The swim coach grumbled. "The last shitty hotel you put me in gave half my team bedbugs."

"...school's still paying that one out..." another coach mumbled.

"We need to follow the budget that was agreed upon by Bill." Maverick said, glaring at Jordan.

"Well, Bill isn't coming back till February of next year...so in the meantime, you have me." Jordan glared back.

Of everyone in the room, Jordan and Maverick held a mutual dislike of each other. They were like oil and water. Most of the disagreement stemmed from jealousy on Jordan's part; the Doberman was once an assistant coach at Ohio State University before he abruptly resigned in 2015 and went to Slaterville, to become in his own words, "just another bean counter". His resignation coincided with the reporting of a huge sexual abuse scandal involving the university doctor, who molested hundreds of athletes, including members of his own baseball team. Multiple administrators were sacked over being aware of the abuse, and doing nothing about it. Jordan kept tight lips over his tenure at Ohio State. He had hoped to become the coach to the baseball team, but was beaten by Maverick, who the university recruited. The perceived "snub" always rubbed Jordan the wrong way, and his hatred for all things Maverick stemmed from that simple fact. There was also a subtle discriminatory side to his dislike of the husky, who's homosexuality was something of a tolerated open secret amongst faculty and students. Jordan, a devout Catholic, did not like his "lifestyle". For Maverick, he simply thought of Jordan as a jealous, insecure asshole, drunk on power at Slaterville.

The meeting was an angry back and forth over the budget, which concluded with nothing resolved. Coaches and faculty stormed out, leaving just Maverick and Jordan in the room.

"I want to talk to you." Jordan pointed as he walked towards the husky. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Maverick Kennedy, head coach, Slaterville Lumberjacks baseball team~" he grinned with a chuckle. "And you?"

Jordan ground his teeth. "Smartass. I'm trying to keep this athletic department afloat."

"Yeah, right." Laughed Maverick. "More like trying to sway your teenie weenie around like a big shot. You don't sit there and tell me how to do my god damn job."

"I very well can! Since I should have been coach!"

"Ahh~ There it is." Maverick pointed. "There's the jealousy. You wanted to be coach and they got me three weeks before you came here."

"I was an assistant coach and I knew my shit at OSU." Jordan glared.

Mav shrugged it off. "At least I didn't have to abruptly resign over something stupid."

"You don't know!" Jordan yelled. "YOU DON'T KNOW A THING ABOUT OSU!"

"Oh did I hit a nerve babycakes?" grinned the husky. "There's a lot of stuff we could talk about, but I won't~ All you need to know is- I know my shit as well. Not like I've been playing baseball since I was thirteen! High School, Ole Miss, Cardinals, and now this. I turned this team from guys who couldn't hit jackshit, to a team who won a championship in 2017, and 2018. And we're gonna do it again for nineteen as well. So get the fucking stick outta your ass and get the fuck over it, Jim."

Maverick grabbed his bag and walked out, leaving a fuming Jordan behind to stare at him as he slipped from view.

"Man, I need a drink." Maverick thought to himself as he left. He breathed a sigh of relief that it was the weekend.

In some ways, Faust hated his weekends off. If school work and studying was frustrating enough, the mind numbing boredom he faced on Saturday and Sunday, was even worse. Slaterville offered nothing for a bored college student; it was a rusting, dying community littered with abandoned factories. And while Cleveland was just a half-hour drive away, it was too expensive for a broke, unemployed twenty year old like Faust.

The noon sun filtered through the frosted windows of the natatorium, which held the universities massive swimming pool. It was an Olympic sized pool that was nearly thirteen feet deep, with high dives off one end. The usual roped off partitions for the swim team were neatly rolled up for the weekend, where the pool was made available for faculty and students to use. It was the place where Faust found some leisure time to alleviate his chronic boredom.

On an orange inner tube, Faust floated, looking up at the ceiling in a trance like state, daydreaming. Wearing just a pair of blue swim trunks, he relaxed as the water splashed against him, slowly pushing him along. The pool was quiet, with only a few students swimming in the cool, clear water.

SPLASH!

A wave of water hit the wolf, practically knocking him off his inner tube. The laughter of Greyn filled his ears as the wolf-hybrid emerged from the water. He was Faust's closest friend at the university.

"Ha! Did I get ya, Faust?"

The wolf turned and looked at his friend with a sarcastic gaze. "Nooooo..."

"Well you looked like you were dozing off, and needed a bit of a wakeup~" Greyn laughed.

"Yah, boredom does that." The wolf chuckled a bit cynically.

"Pfft, this town's a real shithole, isn't it?"

"Yep~"

"Heh, yeah, that was my first thought I came here last year. What a fucking dump." Greyn mused. "Cleveland's alright, just expensive as shit to do anything. Sometimes I go with Coach to go shoot pool at this gay bar thingy he goes to."

Faust gave a curious head turn. "Gay bar?"

Greyn looked up with a surprised look. "What, you didn't know?"

Faust blinked a few times with a look of puzzlement. Greyn chuckled.

"It's kind of an open secret- I don't give a shit either way- but Maverick is gay. Stupid school politics, a-la James Jordan, make it that way."

"Really now?" Faust responded.

"Yeah~" Greyn shrugged, seeming unconcerned about it.

"...and nobody cares?"

"Basically."

"Wow, that's interesting." Faust responded. He immediately clammed up and realized what he had said.

"Yeah?" Greyn responded. "Sounds like you're interested. Heh, heh."

"I...umm..."

"Buddy, I don't give a shit if anyone's gay."

"Then I can tell you I'm gay."

"Hey, that's cool~" Greyn smiled. "Wanna go grab lunch after this?"

Faust breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Sure."

"Just don't bring that shit up around Jordan." Greyn laughed cynically with a shake of his head.

"I get the feeling nobody likes him."

"He's a douchenozzle. The guy everyone wants at their party- heh, sarcasm~ He thinks he's all that because he was an assistant coach at Ohio State. The dude's probably a queer- supposedly, this is some rumor Coach heard- he was involved in the sex scandal at OSU with Doctor Stradley, and resigned before the bombshell came out. Wouldn't surprise me. That dude looks like he gets laid like once a year, and its marked on his calendar, ha~"

"Ha!" laughed Faust.

"Let's get lunch!"

"Okay~"

Staring at himself in the grimy bathroom mirror, Faust raised his phone up and snapped a picture of his reflection. He gave himself a snarky smirk for the camera, a corny selfie in a mirror. He needed an image for his new Grindr account. Fiddling around with his phone, he uploaded it to his account and cropped it in. A smirking headshot was now his profile picture for the hookup app. He took an additional photo in the mirror, showing off his snug fitting purple jockstrap. It too was uploaded, giving him a chance to show off his six-pack abs, and the large bulge that pressed against the fabric.

"Athletic, twenty year old, looking for good times." He typed out, chuckling to himself as he hit submit. He wasn't sure what else to say. He glanced over his account as he stepped out of the bathroom, a paw scratching his thick brown pubes as he threw himself on the couch.

Scrolling through Grindr, Faust was just curious to what Slaterville had to offer him. It made him think a bit about his "new life" being out of the closet, the oppressive feeling of hiding no longer constricting him. Yet, the unknown felt daunting, almost intimidating. He had never been with a guy before; always fantasized about it, but never acted on it. It seemed like such a pipe dream. He also thought about the lackluster reaction his parents gave him. It wasn't a shining moment he had hoped, nor was it the absolute worst. The muted, almost disappointed response, the realization that their son wasn't going to give them grandkids, or carry on the family name, was still a bad sting he reeled from.

Unsurprisingly, he didn't find anyone in the immediate area. What few were in the Slaterville area were much older than him, grizzled looking men looking for sexual attention. Faust wasn't interested or comfortable in someone almost thirty years older than him. As he scrolled down, he immediately scrolled up and stopped. He looked at a headshot of none other than his coach, Maverick. Faust's heart rate went up a bit, his bulge swelled. He tapped on the profile to open it up, finding a lot more to see. His heart rate really went up as he got a full on frontal of Maverick in his mirror, dressed in a leather harness with shiny buckles on it, and snug leather chaps that shotgunned down his legs. "Wow" was all the wolf could mutter. He stared at that picture for a long time in amazement. His coach was not just hot, he was "fucking smokin'". "Wow, just wow." He was hard as a rock as his free paw pulled and tugged on his elastic to let his hard eight inches come plopping out against his stomach. Faust wasted no time in jerking off to his coach's photo, his mind wandering off to fantasize. He remembered the way he rubbed his back after falling in the shower; he wanted those big strong paws to caress him. He wanted to play with that massive member of his. Faust wanted all of it.

The sheer thought and excitement made him cum. With a loud grunt, he shot his load all over his abs, his paw tightly gripping his ebony boner. He dropped his phone and relaxed, with a slowly drawn out sigh of contentment as he lay there.

One Week Later

In the weight room, Faust heaved against the set of weights. Sweat soaked his tanktop and shorts as he worked his right arm with a heavy set of dumbbells. He winced and breathed through clenched teeth as his arm ached. With a grunt, he sat the weight down and breathed slowly; he worked his arm up and down, to alleviate the stinging. Taking a long swig of Powerade, the wolf smacked his lips and glanced around to find the clock, which struck ten in the morning. His fur was completely soaking wet in sweat.

Putting his weights away, the wolf stretched and grabbed his duffel bag. It was time for a much needed swim. Leaving the weight room behind, he ventured over to the natatorium, to get cleaned up for a swim. As he walked down the long corridor, his shoes echoing against the granite walls, he spotted Coach Maverick rounding a corner, a duffel bag thrown over a shoulder. It took Faust by surprise to see him at the university on a Saturday. He was casually dressed in gym shorts and a snug tanktop that clung to that muscular frame of his.

"Hey Coach!" Faust called.

Maverick turned around and smiled. "Hey Faust~ What's up?"

"What are you up to?"

"Oh bored~ Gonna take a swim."

Faust chuckled. "That's what I'm doing after a shower."

"Heh, heh~" he smiled. "I'll meet you in there."

Faust smiled in return, and turned away to avoid blushing at his coach's mesmerizing smile.

Entering the locker room, Faust found it really quiet. He sat his duffel bag down and quickly stripped out of his wet clothes. He tossed them into his bag and grabbed a towel, which he threw over his shoulder. He paused to hear the water run in the locker room, denoting the presence of his coach. Faust gulped. He turned and began walking towards the entrance to the showers.

The air was already getting heavy with humidity as he stepped inside, finding the coach working soap into his gray pelt of fur. He was distracted with his face soaked in the stream of water, distracting him. Faust gave a curious glance at his hard abs and big soft cock, which had water dripping off it. He licked his lips in interest. He took a spot at the shower next to Maverick and switched on the water to begin cleaning himself up for the pool. The hot water felt nice as he stood letting himself get soaked into it.

"Not much to do in Slaterville, huh?" Maverick mentioned, trying some small talk to break the silence.

Faust turned his head a bit. "Nah~ It's kind of a dead town."

The big husky chuckled. "You got fast food and Walmart~ Not much to get excited about."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Faust laughed lightly. He began to rub soap into his chest and abs. "I find myself entertained by school work, even if I don't like it."

"Pfft, who does?" Maverick chuckled.

Faust chuckled and turned his back to lather soap on his soft cock and balls. He squired more of his bottle of Dove into his grip, when he suddenly felt a set of big arms snake themselves around him. The wolf immediately froze up; his eyes went wide. He felt those big paws gently caress his abs and chest, rubbing the soap into his fur. A nice deep chuckle followed by a gentle nuzzle atop his head.

"I saw you looking at my Grindr..." Maverick muttered quietly into his ear. Faust could practically sense the big grin on his muzzle. "I'm very flattered~"

Faust gulped. He didn't know what to say as his coach felt him up and caressed his muscles.

"...did you like the pictures?"

"Yes." Faust whispered.

"Good~" Maverick responded quietly. "I like your purple jock...it goes so well with your fur...stud~"

Faust blushed at the "stud" comment. It brought a smile to his face.

"Heh, if you're bored...you should come to my place... Nobody else needs to know." Maverick suggested teasingly.

Faust reached up and placed his paw against his coach's. "I like that idea~"

"I know you do. Pine Ridge Estates...Apartment thirty-four." Maverick whispered, which concluded with a gentle kiss to the side of his head. "Now get your ass all cleaned up, we got swimmin' to do~"

"Will do." Faust agreed. He felt the coach release his grip from him and resume his own showering. Faust did the same, his heart pounding in his chest.

As night fell, Faust drove alone through the streets of Slaterville. The empty roads were illuminated by the orange glow of streetlights. Every evening in Slaterville, as the sun fades and night envelops, the entire city goes dead; the entire population goes home, as if the entire city disappeared. Faust was practically the only vehicle on the road. His old K20 Silverado rumbled down a side road, leading him to the Pine Ridge Estates. Faust hit his turn signal and turned into the parking lot, following GPS to the building that held Maverick's apartment. He swung wide and turned to park behind his coach's Jeep. The wolf slammed the shifter into park and shut the engine off. He sat in the dark cab for a moment to get his bearings. He ran his paws down both sides of his face. Faust wasn't quite sure what he got himself into; he wanted his coach so bad, but was unsure of the potential consequences. But there was no turning back now. He threw the door open and climbed out to walk to the apartment.

Knocking on the door, Faust was greeted quickly by Maverick, who opened the door up. It revealed him in a black tanktop and a pair of gym shorts. Faust wore an American Fighter tank and shorts, which the coach complimented. Stepping inside, Maverick put an arm around him and closed the door.

"Well, here's my humble abode. You like it? It's luxury~"

"...it looks like any ole' apartment, coach."

"Well you march your ass over to the leasing office and tell them that." Laughed Maverick with a playful grin. "How've you been, buddy?"

"Oh, good, coach." Faust smiled. "Just a lil' nervous."

"Why nervous?" the husky asked with a playful hint to his words. "I don't bite...well...too hard." It made Faust blush. "Ohh look at that blush! So cute."

Faust laughed a bit. "Stop, you're making me blush more!"

"Hehe!" he grinned with a teasing laugh. Maverick walked over and put his paws around the young wolf. He sensed that Faust wasn't sure of what he wanted to do. "May I make a suggestion? How about we take a nice hot, relaxing shower- get the jitters outta ya, go to bed, and afterwards, I'll make ya a nice dinner."

"Oh, okay then~" Faust agreed. He leaned back into his coach's frame as he felt him caress his chest so gently.

Following his coach's advice, he followed him upstairs to the bathroom, where Maverick cracked a further joke about its "luxury status". Stripping out of their clothes, they stepped into Maverick's bathtub, where the hot water began to flow and the curtain pulled. Enveloped by steam, Faust stood behind Maverick as he watched his coach soak his fur. He walked slowly in a circle, rotisserie style.

"I must be your first guy, huh?" Maverick chuckled with small talk.

"Yeah. Kinda brand new to all this." Faust admitted. "I never thought it would my baseball coach~"

"Hey, I got needs too." The husky grinned as he rinsed his head off. "Never thought I was gay huh?"

"Nope~" Faust smiled.

"Boy, you must be new to this gay thing- your gaydar needs some improvement." Teased Maverick with a playful nudge. "I am who I am- just like yourself."

"I came out a few months I moved from Lumberton. Parents aren't too enthused..."

"Every gay boy's rite of passage- I came out when I was twenty-one, at Ole Miss." Maverick recalled.

"Ooooh, tell me more?"

"More of what?"

"Just, you."

"Heh, sure thing~"

Maverick motioned for Faust to get in the water. As they tried to maneuver around each other, Faust slipped and was immediately caught by Maverick. His strong arms braced Faust and brought him rapidly back to his feet. "Boy! You're clumsy in the gym showers and now my own shower!"

"Guess I got two left feet..."

Faust got into the stream of hot water, which landed all over him. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth. Maverick put his arms around him and held him close as he talked about his own coming out experience. He spoke about former lovers, the ups and downs, the mistakes and lessons he learned as he navigated his own path as an out gay man. Maverick grabbed his shampoo and squirted some soap into his right paw, which he worked into Faust's hair. He massaged his scalp, which Faust enjoyed tremendously. He leaned into his coach and let the husky bathe him with his big paws.

"I take it you're a virgin?" Maverick asked curiously.

"Embarrassingly, yes."

"Why embarrassed?"

"I don't know...maybe because some of my friends back home lost theirs when they were sixteen, seventeen."

"Pfft- I remember those teenage years. Some guys are fucking liars." The husky blurted out with a laugh. "I lost my virginity at twenty-one. So don't feel bad. Everyone loses it in due time."

"Heh, maybe you can help me out coach..." Faust teased as he ran a paw down his coach's abs, fondling his pubes and caressing his soft, tan member. "Ohhh that's so hot."

"I think I could~" he chuckled in return. "You got quite the meat there too~ I like that thick head, thick shaft... I like my men thick."

"Then I'm your guy~"

"Oh yes."

Faust turned around to stand face to face with his coach, who seemingly towered over him with his six foot, five frame. The brown wolf smiled and put his arms around the husky, who leaned down to kiss his nose with a smile in return. Faust leaned in with Maverick as their muzzles made contact for a kiss; Faust's first kiss with another guy. He felt so awkward and inexperienced as Maverick held his head and deep kissed him, his tongue sliding into Faust's muzzle. Embraced together as the water flowed over them, the two shared a long French kiss.

The orange glow of a streetlight illuminated Maverick's bedroom, casting long shadows against the wall. Snuggled up on the bed, Faust laid beside his coach, a paw gently caressing his chest as Maverick rubbed Faust's side with his free paw.

"There's so much I want to try. I don't even know where to start." Faust admitted to Maverick.

"Well here's my advice for ya- and take it from my own experience." Maverick started with a chuckle. "Just take it slow and don't rush things. Do what's comfortable for ya. I take it you want to try some anal sometime?"

"I'm curious." Faust laughed awkwardly.

"Don't be like a fuck boy I brought home once... he was new and I knew he was new, but he said he felt he could handle it...so me and him do some things...and he shit my bed."

"Eww!" Faust exclaimed.

"I had to get a new mattress. New everything. Yeah, don't let that happen your first time." Maverick laughed. He had such a hearty laugh. "My dick is a weapon of ass destruction. That's what one bottom told me. Nine and a half inches~"

"Damn."

"Yeah."

"Now I'm terrified."

"Ha!" Maverick exclaimed. "You'd be amazed what you can fit in there~ I'll gladly practice on that hot ass of yours. We'll take it slow and use lots of lube... but...for tonight..."

Maverick got up and adjusted himself on the bed. He placed a paw on Faust, signaling him to stay put. The wolf laid on his back as he watched his coach turn himself around and slowly sink his muzzle onto his soft ebony cock. Faust closed his eyes and laid his head back; his cock was surrounded by wet warmth as Maverick slowly sucked on it. The wolf grew hard pretty quickly, the husky continuing to bob his head up and down pleasuring his shaft. Faust let out a soft moan of pleasure. Maverick fondled his balls, his fingers gently tugging and caressing his loose sack that very slowly tightened up to his fondling.

"Oh coach, fuck, that's nice."

"Mhmm~"

Eventually Maverick pulled his muzzle off, a big grin emerging as he gave the throbbing head a smooch. Faust moaned to the sight. The husky crawled over Faust and gave him a long, deep kiss. The wolf put his paws around him and held him in their kiss. He slowly broke it away and rolled over to lay on his back.

"Come on...lay on me Faust...I wanna feel you cum all over my chest~"

"Ohh boy~" Faust muttered as he got up. He gently sat down on Maverick's abdomen, being nudged into position by his coach who stroked his cock to keep it hard.

"Yeah boy! Shoot your pent up load all over my chest... I wanna feel it."

Faust gripped his rock hard member and stroked himself, while Maverick caressed his legs and backside. The stimulation turned the wolf on further as he frantically stroked himself, his coach grinning to the sight. Maverick chuckled and reached over to grab his bottle of lube, which sat on the nightstand. He lubed up a couple fingers and slipped them around Faust to fondle his rump. A curious set of fingers slicked up his hole and slowly made their way in, which made the wolf moan and stroke himself faster. The new sensation pushed him closer to the edge, all the while being encouraged to cum.

"Come on...shoot your load, Faust~"

Faust's breathing increased. His eyes were tightly closed, and he grit his teeth as he furiously stroked himself, his right paw in overdrive. He was right at the edge, his balls tightened as his hole was teased by a curious set of fingers.

"Here it comes!"

"Give it to me~"

Faust tipped his head back and moaned as he shot all over Maverick's chest. Ropes of hot cum landed all over the husky as he grunted with him. "Good boy! Mmmm!"

The wolf breathed heavily as cum dripped off his fingers. He laid back down beside Maverick, who put an arm around him. "Now it's my turn... rub my belly stud...while I jerk off."

Faust did just that as he watched his now rock hard coach begin to stroke his massive cock. Faust was impressed with its length and thickness; it had a perfectly shaped cockhead. "Nice..." Faust complimented. He rubbed those hard washboard abs, rubbed his chiseled chest; his coach had such a deep, sexy moan.

"Yep~" Maverick chuckled as he stroked. "Oooh, so nice."

"You like that?"

"Fuck yeah..."

Faust leaned down and gave his nipple a lick, which he grunted in enjoyment. He began to suck on it, which gave him an encouraging squeeze as Maverick held him close, his pumping increasing. Maverick let out a deep, masculine grunt as he came; Faust watched as his cockhead erupted in cum, shooting it all over his belly as he breathed heavily.

"Fuck!" the husky exclaimed. "Damn that's nice!"

"Mhmm~" smiled Faust.

Calming down from their escapades, Faust laid with Maverick in his bed, enjoying his warmth and company as they cooled off from their sexual excitement. Maverick nuzzled him affectionately and held him close. It made Faust smile as he snuggled up with his coach.

After feeling so reclusive for months, Faust finally felt that he was on top of the world. The wolf felt that he was on cloud nine. Thanks to his newfound liaison with his coach, Faust felt a budding sense of confidence in himself, which began to show in his academics.

September gave way to October, and the days were getting shorter, and colder. Winter was slowly encroaching Ohio. But weekends that were once depressing and long for Faust, were now enjoyable. Oftentimes on a Saturday, sometimes a Sunday, he hung out with Maverick; they took car rides, had dinner, wandered around Cleveland, or explored an abandoned factory in Slaterville. Sometimes it was sexual, sometimes it wasn't. Saturday evenings where spent snuggled up watching TV, and exploring curious desires. Faust enjoyed every moment of it; Maverick enjoyed having a new young friends with benefits. But during the week, it was completely hush-hush. Nobody needed to know. It would be the end for both of them at Slaterville.

Friday morning was cold and frosty, a cold front hitting Slaterville from the north. The grass glistened in the brisk morning sun. Trees stiff with frost swayed in an icy breeze, their leaves changing colors. Throwing his dorm door open, Faust ran out the door with his backpack in tow. He slipped and immediately caught himself on the slick sidewalk as he ran towards his frost covered truck. The wolf unlocked the door and shoved the key into the ignition and turned it over. His big V8 coughed and turned over with a loud burble of cold cylinders. He engaged the heat and began the process of deicing the windows with a scraper, working a bit frantically. He was running a bit late for his first class, having accidentally overslept the alarm.

Finishing up the windshield as best he could, he turned his attention to scraping the annoying frost off his window. He just started working it when he suddenly heard a very loud backfire be emitted from his truck's exhaust. Smoke gushed from under the hood; it had a acrid, foul scent to it. Boiling clouds of white smoke erupted, signaling to the wolf that something bad had just happened to his engine. "Oh no. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Faust jumped in and shut the clambering engine off. It rattled and died with a awful sounding grind to it. He frantically popped the hood and waved the smoke out of his face. Coughing from the choking smoke, Faust discovered that his 454 big-block, had thrown a rod. Coolant had splattered everywhere, along with a slurry of oil and other fluids. His 1985 pickup truck, his father's former truck, and gift he got when he turned seventeen, was dead. The wolf took a step back and threw his fists in frustration.

"God damnit~" he muttered. Taking a glance around and looking at the time, he quickly called Maverick, who rushed over to grab him. The husky and his green Jeep rumbled up to the curb and he jumped out, holding a thermos of coffee in his left paw.

"Well that's your problem~" he chuckled. "You threw a rod."

"No shit, coach." Faust chuckled cynically. "The engine is fucked."

"1985, not bad. Heh, I was one year old when this one came out." Maverick chuckled. "Come, let's get you off to class."

Getting into his Jeep, Maverick took off for the ride to the university. They rumbled out of the neighborhood while Maverick slowly drank his coffee.

"Fridays aren't supposed to be starting off like this~" Faust joked as he watched the scenery from the window.

"Right? Should be TGIF!" the husky exclaimed with a hearty laugh. "Eh, it's life. If I had the tools, I'd just find another engine and drop it in for ya. Back home me and Dad had all the tools- not up here."

"Eh, that truck's a piece of shit. I'm amazed it even got me up here. Before I left, I had to replace the water pump and radiator." The wolf shrugged.

"Tell you what, how about tomorrow we go and search for another truck to help ya out." The husky suggested.

"Pfft, with what money?" laughed Faust.

"I'll buy it?" Maverick smiled at him.

"Oh no...Coach you don't have to-"

"I insist."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure~ Plus I know a guy in Cleveland who runs a car lot. Not what you know! Who you know."

"That's right Coach!" Faust agreed.

Arriving at the faculty parking lot, Maverick parked into his usual spot in the front, which overlooked Founders Hall and the gymnasium building. He hopped out with Faust and walked with them as they shared a joke and laughed together. In an unguarded moment, the husky put his arm around Faust and rubbed his back as they laughed.

Unbeknownst to the duo observed James Jordan. From his office window on the second floor of the gymnasium, the red Doberman stood, watching while slowly sipping a mug of coffee. He observed the coach give his player such a playful, almost suggestive backrub, which made him slowly tilt his head as he sipped his mug of coffee.

Through grimy windows of the dealership sat Faust's new whip. The office was a cramped space, that reeked of burnt coffee and cigarettes. Faust sat with Maverick and his best friend Greyn, watching as the big husky filled out a check for $1,650. He signed his name on it and tore it out of his check book, which was handed over to the salesman, who looked it over and went to make a photocopy of some paperwork. Faust glanced around Maverick to look at his new ride, a champagne tan colored Chevy 2500HD. A single cab work truck from 2003, it was a bit beat up, but mechanically sound with 195K on the frame. It was a vast upgrade over his broken down K20, which was towed to the dealership in Cleveland to be traded in; the dealer Maverick knew expressed interest in restoring it for a project with his son.

"Alrighty! Temporary registration and all the legal shit is all in this packet here." The salesman announced as he handed it off to Faust. "Enjoy your new whip, bud!"

"I will, thanks!" Faust grinned as he got up and shook hands with the salesman.

"Always a pleasure, Hank." Maverick nodded as he got up with Greyn.

"Lunch!" the wolf-hybrid exclaimed.

"Onward chaperone." Teased Maverick with a laugh.

"Heh, heh, whatever." Faust chuckled.

Stepping out with paperwork tucked under his arm, Faust zipped up his jacket against the cold wind that whistled through Cleveland. He twirled his new key on his keychain as he made his way to his new Chevy. Faust climbed in, followed by Maverick and Greyn. They sat shoulder to shoulder, with Maverick taking up the entire middle of the middle cab. Everyone looked at him.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I'm big." Maverick quipped sarcastically.

"God damn, coach~" teased Greyn with a grin.

"So what do you think, Faust?" Maverick asked as he gave the wolf's shoulder a playful rub with his paw.

"It's nice. Thanks~" he smiled in return.

"Just...keep it a bit quiet..." Maverick smirked.

"I got coach in trouble early this year." Greyn laughed. "Fuck James Jordan."

"How?" Faust asked.

"For being nice~" Maverick explained. "Tell em' Greyn."

"I lost all my clothes in a stupid fucking accident with the university's laundry center. It shredded all my clothes! I had nothing but the clothes on my back! So Maverick took me to the mall and bought me like three hundred bucks worth of new clothes so I didn't freeze my ass off in winter. And Jordan reprehended Maverick for going against the policy and procedures concerning faculty-student relationships."

"I can hear him say that too. He has to always emphasize the 'policies and procedures'" Maverick quipped with a mocking Jordan impression. He made his voice nasally and nerdy sounding to make fun of the Doberman.

Greyn did his own mocking voice of the assistant athletic director. "There are two classes of people at Slaterville- faculty and students! Faculty are the educators who educate, the administrators who administrate, and the janitorial folk who maintain building operations and services. Students are giant sponges that are here to soak up knowledge and retain it."

"Wow, what a loser." Faust laughed loudly.

"Yeah, I'll say." Maverick agreed. "I bet that dude gets laid like once a year."

"Dude! Did I not suggest that too?" Greyn laughed.

"Sounds like we'll just keep this quiet then." Faust smirked at the coach, who playfully winked at him with his big smirk on his face.

"Come onnnnnn, lunch guys!" Greyn complained.

"Alright! Alright!" Faust exclaimed. He put the key in, turned it over to hear the big V8 sputter to life, and popped it into drive to turn around in the lot. He got a farewell view of his busted K20 as he drove by it, to stop and make a left turn onto the main road, leading into Cleveland.

Driving through the streets of downtown Cleveland, Jordan rode in his blue sedan with his wife and kids. Saturday for the Jordans was always "family day"; a day to spend time with each other after a hectic week. It was to demonstrate how close the Jordan family was. In the sedan, Jordan and his wife Patty sat in the front seat, singing along to ABBA, while their three teenage children sat in the backseat with looks of disdain at the awful singing. Ryan, Paula, and Sam, aged seventeen, fifteen, and thirteen clearly looked unhappy; the Jordan family was largely emotionally absent. Jordan and Patty were high school sweethearts that got married at eighteen. Twenty-five years later, their marriage largely had degenerated into an emotionally dead union held together by their strict Catholic faith and children.

"Come on guys! Sing along!" Patty exclaimed.

"I rather have a root canal, Mom." Ryan responded.

"Ohh let's find a new tune!" Jordan stated as he reached for his radio.

"Oh lord, make it stop." Sam sighed.

Jordan came to a red light and stopped to make a left turn. As he reached over to fiddle with his radio he noticed the headlights of a truck across the intersection. He glanced up to notice three guys in it, including a really tall, muscular gent in the middle with two younger guys. Closer scrutiny made Jordan realize that was his rival, Coach Maverick. Green eyes squinted with disdain as Jordan realized he recognized the two younger guys as Faust and Greyn. The sight made a brow get raised with suspicion.

The day before, Jordan had noticed Maverick arriving to the university with Faust Freyjasson. The back rub while they walked aroused a feeling of something nefarious. Being more observant, Jordan noticed throughout the day that Maverick and Faust seemed together. A lot. A walk through the cafeteria noticed them eating lunch together at noon. In the afternoon, a cursory glance at the weight room had Maverick and Faust lifting weights together, including a walk together, to the locker room to clean up. Now Jordan found himself staring at Maverick and Faust, again, in a pickup truck. The light turned green and Jordan had no choice but to turn on the arrow. His eyes followed the truck in his turn as he questioned what was going on. The truck soon began to cross the intersection upon it getting the green light. Jordan glanced at the departing truck in his rear view mirror.

Monday morning was gray and rainy, which began to strip the colorful trees of their leaves. In his office, Maverick sat watching the rain bead against his window, as he worked on an e-mail to the university Dean. A buzz from his phone brought a momentary distraction, as Maverick saw it was a text from Faust, asking if he wanted to lift some weights with him in his break between classes. The husky sent a "sure" in response and sat his phone aside. He went back to typing his e-mail. He continued to type until he noticed a shadow descend upon him; a figure blocked the light coming in from his open office door. Spinning around in his chair, Maverick found himself being stared down by Jordan, the Doberman standing in the doorway holding a mug of coffee. A smug smirk graced his slender face.

"Hello, Maverick." He greeted in a very insincere way.

"Hello, Jim."

"Can I talk to you for a moment, Coach?" Jordan asked as he stepped inside and closed the door.

"Depends on the subject matter~" the husky fired off sarcastically with his own smirk. Jordan's smile faded.

"I couldn't help but notice that I've seen you being associated with a student on your baseball team."

"...okay?"

"I've noticed you and the student, Faust Freyjasson together a lot. I saw you gave him a ride on Friday morning, I noticed you two eating lunch together, and even lifting weights...and even going to the locker room...together... And on Saturday I saw you in a vehicle with him and another player of yours... would you like to explain yourself, Kennedy?"

"Are you insinuating something, Jim?" Maverick chuckled with a smirk.

"Need I remind you, the policies and procedures booklet for Slaterville University, concerning faculty-student relationships."

"Oh my god, here we go."

"There are two distinct classes of people that make up this campus- faculty, and students. Faculty are the educators who educate, the administrators who administrate, and the custodians who provide building and maintenance services. Students are their own entity, who are here for higher education. There is a strict policy about faculty-student relationships to protect both the facility member, and student, from potential biases and prejudices that may jeopardize this facility." Jordan lectured to Maverick, in a very condescending way.

"Look, Jim, I'm just trying to help the guy out. He's been going through a rough patch, and I'm trying to make a difference."

"There are guidance counselors for that here, Maverick."

"Faust is a bit of a unique case."

"You are not a guidance counselor, you are a coach to Slaterville. Last time I checked, you have a BS in Engineering from the University of Mississippi, and a teaching certificate from the same college."

"Wow, that's stalkerish." Maverick teased. "Wanna tell me my blood type next, Jim?"

"You cannot be hanging out with him!" Jordan snapped. "That introduces biases! That puts this whole facility at risk."

"Oh how?"

"You can't be a friend to these students. You have to be an educator and draw the line!"

"Oh I get it, I should just be like you. A prick."

Jordan ground his teeth as he glared at Maverick.

"You know what? Maybe I need to have a conversation with Bill, or heck! The dean, about your behavior, and practically stalking me!"

Jordan kept his mouth shut.

"And plus I think it's hilarious to see you pretend to care about student wellbeing, Mister Buckeye!"

"Do not talk about Ohio State!" Jordan snapped as he pointed at Maverick.

"Did I hit a sore spot, Jimbo?"

Jordan's breathing increased. "I had nothing to do with those athletes getting molested at OSU."

"Under your watch."

"NOTHING!" Jordan yelled.

"Four hundred and eighty three athletes over twenty years- fifteen of them under your watch. Forty-seven rapes. Nothing?"

Jordan angrily turned around and stormed out of Maverick's office, with the door being slammed on his way out. The husky sat for a moment and got his bearings back together. He finished up his e-mail and sent it out, his right paw quickly grabbing his phone.

"Hey, let's not do the weight lifting. I just got confronted by Jordan in my office. He's onto us...it's not wise to add fuel to the fire." Maverick typed as he sent it to Faust. A minute later, he got a reply.

"Fuck."

"Yeah." Maverick wrote back.

Sitting on his couch in the dim living room, Faust and Maverick spent a boring evening making out. The television played aimlessly against the wall, the wolf and husky not even paying attention as they were lost in their lust.

Faust slowly pulled away and put his head on Maverick's chest to catch his breath for a moment. He enjoyed the warmth from the husky as he put his arms around the wolf to embrace him.

"Fuck that was great~" Faust complimented.

"We gotta tone it down a little." Maverick chuckled rather cynically. "I think we got a bit carried away lately."

"Too cocky." Faust admitted with a smile.

"Weekends, my friend." Smiled Maverick. "Play it nice and cool at school, be our good little boys, and then on the weekend? Get our freak on!"

"I like that idea~" chuckled the wolf. "At least I can still see you in the showers for gym~"

"Oh yes. Hot asses galore!"

"Best part of the job right?" Faust grinned.

"That and getting paid. Gotta have that too~" Maverick nodded. "How do you think I can afford this luxury apartment?"

"Ha~"

Maverick nuzzled Faust affectionately and gave his nose a kiss. "Wanna take this upstairs, stud?"

"Oh yes I do~"

"By the way, you keeping up on your school work?" Maverick sarcastically asked with a wag of his finger.

"Yes, Coach~" Faust responded in a sarcastic voice. "Aced my history exam~"

"There ya go~ See? No bias." Grinned Maverick as they laughed.

"Let's go upstairs~"

Taking things to his bedroom, Faust stripped out of his clothes and laid out on Maverick's large bed. Under the glow of the street light filtering through the window, he was bathed in shadow as he got on all fours. The bed shook a bit as Maverick climbed up on it. He gave Faust's rump a playful smack.

"Mmm~"

"Yeah?"

"Fuck yeah."

The husky climbed over Faust and kissed the back of his head. He ran his tongue directly down Faust's spine, which made the wolf close his eyes and arch his back as Maverick moved lower. He grabbed the wolf's tail and lifted it up, his muzzle darting down and running right down his ass, which made Faust tip his head back and moan. The husky pressed his muzzle between those firm cheeks and rimmed his hole, which brought a moan of pleasure from Faust. Maverick pulled his muzzle away with a big grin on it.

"You like your ass being rimmed like that?"

"Oh yeah~"

"Good...get it all warmed up for you."

"Oh boy~"

"Yeah, boy. You get to ride the pleasure pole!"

Maverick went right back to eating out his young wolf's hole. Faust arched his back and moaned as he buried his head into the pillows to muffle his moans. That curious tongue teased him to no end. The husky tongue fucked him and got that tight virgin hole ready for his thick piece of meat. He pulled his muzzle away and grabbed for a bottle of lube. He smeared some cold lube against Faust's hole, and teasingly slid a finger in, to feel Faust tighten up around it.

"Heh, someone's tight."

"Someone's brand new too~"

"I'll take it slow." Chuckled Maverick. "I like to say, I'm pretty good at being a top."

"Wait, Coach? You're not wearing a condom or something?"

"I'm clean, and I think every gay boy needs to be bred for their first time. Nice n' sloppy!" Maverick laughed as he slicked his hardening cock up. "Put some cream in those buns."

"Ohh my."

"That's right~"

Scooting himself directly behind Faust, Maverick adjusted his pose and gently caressed the wolf's hips. Faust raised his bushy tail up for his Coach, who mounted him. He felt the thick head of the husky press against his opening. Faust felt nervous and it tensed him up.

"Relax~" Maverick assured. He rubbed the wolf's lower back and hips to try and help him relax some.

Faust closed his eyes as he felt his Coach slowly begin to enter him. The head slipping felt good, but Faust gritted his teeth when he felt the thick shaft begin to enter him. He grunted and moaned as his hole was spread open by the husky's girth. "God damn~"

"Relax..." Maverick reassured. He fed himself into the wolf only an inch at a time, taking it as slow as possible to avoid hurting him. "I know you're a virgin, indeed."

"No shit."

"Heh, heh, don't shit." Chuckled Maverick.

Faust groaned and kept his face buried into the pillows. It felt like a punch to the gut; it felt like taking a shit, but in reverse. He felt like there would be no end to Maverick's maleness as it pressed further into him. Finally, he felt fingers press against his rump; Maverick had finally hilted himself in, his right paw holding onto the base of his shaft to guide it in.

"There, all nine and a half inches accounted for." Teased the grinning husky.

"God damn."

"Weapon of ass destruction I tell ya~"

The husky held his cock all the way for Faust to relax to. When he felt the wolf had loosened up enough, he slowly slid his shaft out, which made Faust moan from the sensation. He pushed himself back in and got the wolf to moan again, his hole tightening up and making the husky moan from the sheer pleasure of his cock being squeezed.

He gripped Faust's hips and maintained and slow and steady rate of thrusting. Faust kept his face buried in as he tried to process the mixture of pain and pleasure he was experiencing. He was incredibly turned on, and his hard cock rubbed against the sheets, teasing it without mercy. The pain gradually began to give way to just pleasure, which came just in time as Maverick began to increase his thrusting. His pace quickened, and his grip on Faust's hips tightened. The wet smack of hips filled the room with the creak of the bed. Maverick laid out and pressed Faust against the bed as he worked his wolf's ass harder.

"Fucking like that slut?"

"Ugh, fuck yeah."

"Gooooood."Maverick moaned out. He kissed the top of Faust's head and licked his ears playfully. "Gonna fill your ass soon."

"Ohh boy."

"Yes, boy~"

Maverick's thrusts increased and he slammed his hips against Faust, he let out a loud groan and slammed himself all the way. Faust felt his cock throb and a gush of warmth in him. The wolf rolled his eyes into the back of his head and came all over the Coach's bed. His prostate just couldn't take the teasing anymore.

The husky breathed a huge sigh of relief and laid against Faust, practically panting with him.

"Wow, Coach."

"You liked that?"

"I made a huge mess."

Maverick chuckled. "That's okay. I made a huge mess in your ass~"

"At least I didn't shit the bed."

"Good work!"

Maverick pulled himself off Faust and slid his cum splattered dick out of the wolf. He chuckled at the mess as he went to fetch a towel. He cleaned Faust off first, then himself, and threw the sheets into the hamper to be washed. They then sat on the naked bed, cuddled up to come down from their adrenaline rush.

"Whacha think?"

"I liked it." Faust smiled as he rested his head on Maverick's chest.

"Good. I have to say, that was quite fun." The husky smiled in return as he squeezed his arms around Faust. "We'll have to do this more often~"

"I agree." Faust chuckled. He closed his eyes and savored the warmth of his coach as he was cuddled by him.

"...do you ever see yourself in a relationship?"

Maverick had a thought about Faust's question. "Sometimes I do, but then I realize that with me living here, it probably wouldn't work out all that well."

"Oh, why's that?"

"Heh, look at this fucking dump of a place. Slaterville ain't what you call a gay mecca. Sure, I can pick up guys in Cleveland, but who wants to commute for a relationship? They don't want to live here in this shithole, and commuting for me isn't going to work living in Cleveland. Plus its cheaper here."

"I see." Faust nodded.

"I've had a couple wonderful past relationships. Wonderful guys, but things just come up and we had to part ways as they say. It is what it is." Maverick recalled. "I enjoyed all my boyfriends. Very special people."

"I've been thinking about what I want since I've come out." Faust explained. "I wouldn't mind a relationship?"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, maybe someday once I get things ironed out."

"Maybe that might come sooner."

"Oh?"

Maverick tightened his hug on Faust. "You're a special guy. You're a lot younger than me, you youngin' you, but I like your personality. You're pretty mature for your age, not these stupid shits littering campus. I like that."

"I think you're pretty level headed, Coach. But this is a bit of an awkward arrangement."

"Only awkward if you make it!" laughed the husky.

Faust couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah."

"I get what you're saying though. Plus with Jordan lurking." Maverick cringed a bit. "But you're special. It gets lonely during the week in Slaterville, and you've helped me out."

"Well, what can I say?" Faust blushed.

"You're so cute when you blush. Southern boy blushing."

"Oh stop it! You're making me blush more!" laughed Faust to Maverick's big grin.

"Heh, heh."

"So maybe we can take this a step further, Coach? We can keep it quiet."

"I think so. Boyfriend." The husky smiled.

Faust nuzzled the husky's chest and put his arms around him as he basked in the afterglow of sex. A smile graced his tired looking face.

Four Months Later

Maverick and Faust were now a couple. A very discreet couple. Hidden in plain sight at the university, the two had spent the four months growing into their complicated relationship. The busy, chaotic holidays brought two pauses, as Faust had returned home to Lumberton, to be with his family. In both instances, Maverick kept watch over his truck, which was parked in front of his apartment, in downtown Slaterville. The friendly gesture got a sharp rebuke from Jordan, but to the relief of the both of them, Jordan had largely given up on his quest to enforce "faculty-student relationships". Jordan had gone back to his role as the athletic department's bean counter; Maverick's boss, Bill Vermillion, finally returned from a long medical absence, relegating Jordan back to his diminutive title of "Assistant". The holidays closed out 2018 on a rapid note, and now the new year of 2019 was well on its way into February, where baseball season began. The Lumberjacks began the season with a huge victory over OU, setting the stage for things to come.

Sunday was cold and gray, the ground blanketed by a fresh coating of snow. Not far from the glistening waters of Lake Erie sat a small pond, which had the snow cleared from its frozen surface. It was a place where a lot of the students went ice skating at, and the opaque ice was scarred from all the skating that had previously taken place.

"Now I'm just gonna let you know now, this is probably going to end badly." Maverick laughed as he walked through the snow with Faust.

"Oh come on, it's just ice skating." Laughed the wolf.

"I play baseball- this isn't my forte."

"Heh, so do I? But I can skate."

"Heh, we'll see!"

Faust took his boots off and laced up his pair of ice skates on the dock. He cautiously maneuvered himself onto the ice and began to skate around at a slow pace while he waited for Maverick. The husky put on a large pair of ice skates and secured them to his feet. He got up and practically held on for dear life as he tried to get himself onto the ice. He simply could not get his balance.

Faust came to a stop and laughed at the pathetic sight of his big, strong boyfriend struggling to keep himself up. Maverick managed to get himself on the ice and slide a bit, only to slip and fall on his back, to the hysterical laughter from Faust.

"And you call me a klutz!" grinned Faust as Maverick flipped him off jokingly. Faust did a few circles around Maverick as he struggled to stand back up. He clawed his way back up, only to fall, this time onto his stomach. Faust stopped and helped him up; he put his arm around him to help balance.

"How in the hell does a southern boy like you know how to ice skate?"

"There's ice skating rinks in Mississippi- it ain't that backwards."

"Hah~"

Faust helped balance Maverick as they slowly slid along the ice. It was an unguarded moment for them at the quiet pond, free of prying eyes as they laughed and joked together. Once Maverick got his balance, Faust released his arm from around him and went to grab his paw. They slowly skated around holding each other's paw.

Sliding the closet door open, Maverick flipped on the light and pushed hangars full of clothes aside him. "I still got it buried in here somewhere." He was in search for an old set of leathers that had once belonged to an ex of his. Faust stood behind his boyfriend, wearing a brand new set of shiny black chaps and codpiece, a gift from Maverick, for his twenty-first birthday.

"Oh here it is!" the husky exclaimed as he pulled a coat hanger out, which hung a black leather bar vest. It was made of thick leather and had numerous patches from leather bars sewn onto the back, just like Maverick's own vest. Secured inside on the hanger was a harness, with shiny buckles on it. "Tell me what you think?" He handed the vest to Faust, who sat it on the bed to grab the vest and throw it on his muscular frame. Maverick wolf whistled playfully.

"I feel kinda exposed." Faust chuckled.

"That's the idea!" laughed the husky. "Expose that sexiness!"

"Heh, I guess."

"I've had my vest since I was twenty-two. All the patches are where I've been and played at- my good ole stomping grounds."

"Neat!"

"My ex who had that was a fucking douche, so his loss." Maverick grinned. "Now it's yours."

"I'll keep the douche to a minimal."

"Well, except for anal sex." Teased Maverick as they shared a laugh.

"...Keep myself clean~"

He stripped himself of his new leather and stowed it away in a red and gray duffel bag, which had the Slaterville "S" logo slapped onto it. He threw on his casual clothes and threw the bag over his shoulder like Maverick, as they left his apartment to enjoy a Friday evening together at the leather bar he visited all the time. It was Maverick's treat for Faust's twenty-first birthday.

Hitting the road, it took roughly half an hour to reach "Anvil", a leather bar tucked away inside an innocuous looking building. Faust followed Maverick behind him as they stepped inside, a feeling of suspense hitting him.

The interior of "Anvil" was dark, with dim lighting around. On one end, he saw a few pool tables that sat under glowing tiffany lamps. A couple guys, silhouetted in the shadows, played pool together. There were a couple arcade machines tucked along the wall. On the other end was the bar itself, which had a wall of various liquors that were backlit. There was a shadowy open door that was marked "Play Zone". A few guys came and went through the door in their leather gear. Maverick took Faust to the changing room, where they stripped out of their clothes and donned their fetish gear. Maverick wore just a snug codpiece that had the front studded up, a X-shaped harness on his chest, and bracers on his ripped arms. Faust had his new boots, chaps, codpiece, and the vest Maverick had given him. He laced up his new set of bracers on his wrists, enjoying the snugness of them against his arms.

Stepping out, Faust felt more comfortable when he saw all the other guys in leather. The guys greeted Maverick enthusiastically as he displayed a comfortable level of confidence in greeting them the same way back. Faust kept behind him.

"Hey Mav, who's your new bud?"

"Never seen him before."

"Oh, guys, this is my boyfriend~ Faust." Maverick greeted.

Faust poked his head around blushing, which brought some chuckles. Maverick put an arm around his shoulder and smiled at him.

"Nice to meet everyone." Faust greeted.

"Come on! Have a drink!" greeted a leather clad malamute.

"Sure!"

Faust and Maverick grabbed a seat at the bar, where Maverick had a friendly conversation with the bartender, who gave them two large mugs of beer. Faust listened as he slowly drank his first official alcoholic beverage.

"How's it feel to have your first drink?" grinned Maverick as he raised up his mug.

"Heh, I've drank before."

"Pfft, who hasn't?" Maverick laughed. "Dude, I had my first beer at thirteen. Me and Dad would sit on the porch, or work on the car having a beer together."

"Fourteen for me. Some gray goose at a friend's place!"

"Fuck yeah!" teased his boyfriend. "Just think, you can now legally buy alcohol and a handgun! And smoke! Well, I don't recommend the latter."

"Previously all I could do was war." Faust nodded.

"Funny shit- don't you guys love it? When you turn eighteen, you can go off to war, and get your legs blown off, and then when you come back, you're told you're not mature enough to drink or own a handgun." Laughed Maverick. "Only in America."

"First world problems~" Faust shrugged.

"Hey I'm Tyler, by the way." Greeted the malamute with a pat on Faust's shoulder. "Nice to meet you! First time here?"

"Yep."

"Cool stuff. The guys here are pretty cool. So how'd you meet the Coach?"

Faust's eyes made contact with Maverick's. "Umm, it's complicated." He mustered a grin on his muzzle.

"Oh, I gotcha." Tyler grinned. "Mav's a great fuck isn't he?"

"Come on, don't brag." Chuckled Maverick as he finished his mug.

"Dude, you're a fuck machine."

"Okay, I'll accept that." Grinned the husky.

"It's true, Maverick~" chuckled Faust.

"If you're good at something- own it!" Maverick agreed.

The play zone was dark, and completely illuminated in red. In its shadows, some men played. There was a small crowd in one corner as the sound of a guy gagging on a cock filled the ambience. Others played in a mock jail cell, cast in the dark shadows.

Faust walked with Maverick into the play zone, his heart beating faster in his chest with each step. The air was warm and heavy with the scent of maleness. Faust entered a slightly more private room that had a leather sling suspended from the ceiling by heavy metal chains. He ran a paw over the cool, polished leather and turned to look and smile at Maverick. The husky walked up and gently caressed his face. His paw gently grabbed the back of his head and forced him down to his knees, to stare at the big codpiece in his face. The wolf rubbed his thigh and tugged on the leather, to pop the snaps to free the husky's big member from its leather pouch. He had quite the chub, which Faust took into his muzzle to suck on. He felt Maverick get hard for him as he took the growing length slowly, to suppress the urge to gag.

He slobbered all over his boyfriend's cock, gagging on it while swallowing all nine and a half inches of maleness to an audience of a couple of Maverick's friends, who hungrily gathered around to watch. Faust got Maverick rock hard when he finally pulled his sore muzzle off, his paw tightly gripping around the shaft and stroking it while he got a kiss from the husky, who guided him onto the sling. Faust got himself situated and looked back with a smile as he lifted his tail up.

"Can I eat his ass, Mav?" Tyler asked. "My turn!"

"I don't know, ask him!"

"Faust! Can I eat your ass bro?"

"Sure~"

The malamute got down on his knees and pressed his muzzle against Faust's rump and began to immediately lick. The wolf lifted his head up and moaned to the sensation as Maverick chuckled and stroked himself to keep him hard. He fumbled around with a bottle of lube in his other paw and squeezed some of it onto his shaft to slick it up. Once Tyler finished up, the husky walked up, mounted Faust, and fed his shaft into the wolf, who moaned.

"Got a bit of an audience~" chuckled Maverick as he started to thrust. He warmed up for a bit, and then gripped his hips and really started to slam himself in. Faust filled the room with his grunts and moans, while the others jerked off and watched. Maverick grinned at them as he showed off his sexual prowess. He worked Faust hard and enjoyed the wolf's moans. "Tight little fuck hole I'm breaking in!"

"Ugh! You're breaking it in alright!" Faust shouted back.

"Fuck yeah boy!" laughed the husky. "Gonna fill you up!"

"Mmm!"

Maverick let out a low growl as he fucked his boyfriend, his sweaty body flexing and gyrating to each thrust. He finally hilted himself in and came, filling Faust up with his pent up load. The wolf let out a content moan as Maverick pulled out and rolled him over. He popped off his codpiece and put Faust's boner into his muzzle, which he began to suck on furiously. The wolf rolled his brown eyes into the back of his head and moaned as he just could not hold on. He came right into Maverick's muzzle, the husky swallowing every drop. He licked his lips and smiled at Faust, who smiled in return.

"Good game, coach~"

"Good game, indeed."

Taking a moment to catch their breath and get cleaned up, they returned to the main bar area. Maverick had Faust go ahead of them as they exited, which he was suddenly presented with a big sheet cake, that was iced in black and white icing. "Happy Birthday Faust!" it read in a fancy script on top of it.

"Happy birthday!" Maverick and his friends all greeted. Faust's face lit up with excitement and surprise.

"Oh wow! Thank you!" the wolf exclaimed as he hugged his boyfriend.

"Time to celebrate!" Maverick cheered.

Under the glare of the stadium's lights, Faust walked up to the home plate. Sweat trickled and soaked the collar of his red and gray uniform. Standing on the plate, Faust tightened the grip to his metal baseball bat. He breathed slowly, watching the pitcher on the mound in front of him. The Lumberjacks were neck in neck with the Pittsburgh Pirates, on the ninth inning, with less than a minute to go on the clock. Suspense was in the air as his team members watched intensely; on second base was Greyn, watching his friend. In the dugout stood Maverick and his assistant, Ryan Donley, a black wolf. They were accompanied by James Jordan, who watched with a look of suspense on his face.

"Come on Fausty... smash that ball..." Maverick called.

Faust looked at his Coach, and Maverick made eye contact with him. The husky smiled and nodded to the wolf, who smiled in return. He turned to stare down the pitcher; he took a deep breath and concentrated as he got into his pose. The pitcher wound up and threw a fast ball, which Faust swung at but missed.

"STRIKE ONE!" the umpire yelled.

Faust cleared his nose and glanced around, hearing Maverick in the background encourage him. He took pose again and waited for the throw, which the pitcher gave, another lightning fast round.

BAM!

With all his might, Faust swung the bat, which made contact with the ball, emitting a metallic ping. He dropped the bat and ran, the ball going high and far as the crowds cheered loudly.

"Wow!" Maverick exclaimed.

Faust made it to first base and cleared it, while Greyn made it past third base. The wolf-hybrid rushed past home plate to a thunderous applause, pushing the Lumberjacks ahead in score. Faust cleared second and was half-way to third when the ball was finally recovered by a Pirate. The wolf cleared third and was bound and determined to make it to home as the ball was passed along player to player. With mere seconds left on the clock, Faust threw himself and slid, kicking up red dust all over as he touched home plate, just as the ball finally caught by the defender. The shriek of the horn ending the inning, put the Lumberjacks 31, to the Pirates' 27.

"WE DID IT!" Maverick cheered as he threw his arms up in amazement. The whole team rushed out and congratulated Greyn and Faust. Even Jordan clapped from the dugout at their victory. It was a jubilant celebration as they cheered, under an applause of their supporters. They were almost half-way through their season, undefeated. They were eyeballing another championship.

Getting cleaned up and changed out, the team poured into their chartered bus for the three hour drive back to Slaterville. Hitting the interstate the university bus rumbled along the darkened highway, as people caught on sleep or passed the time with their phone.

Under the glow of his light on his phone, Maverick made a note in his journal about the victory- his thoughts and tactics used. He jotted things down quickly with a slightly sloppy cursive, written with a blue ballpoint. He glanced up to notice Jordan glaring at him in the darkness of the bus.

A few days before, Jordan had been reprehended by the university for his actions while the acting athletic director. Multiple complaints by other coaches and administrators to Vermillion, got Jordan a write-up, a documentary "slap across the face". He was additionally chastised for his going-after Maverick, a subtle jab the husky gave for additional "salt in the wound" to his rival.

Maverick simply smiled in return at Jordan. He went back to his note taking.

"Nothing is more satisfying than to see that stupid glare on Jimmy boy's face." Maverick wrote to the side with a chuckle.

Spring had finally come to Ohio, and the bitter cold of winter was finally slacking away. The grass that had been browned by winter's cold, was now lush and green, and trees were budding. Ornamental trees were lush with flowers. After a cold March, early April brought the first grasp of warmer weather, and some sun.

On an adventure of their own, Faust spent the day with Greyn; they were both part of an introductory photography class, and got permission to spend part of the day at the Cuyahoga National Park, to do photography for a class assignment. It was a perfect day; bright sun, a clear, cloudless, cyan sky, and lush greenery. Armed with their loaned cameras and gear, they hiked along a trail to go see a waterfall.

"Man, I need a camera like this." Greyn muttered as he examined his Nikon. "I bet my dick pics would be perfect!"

"Boy, that would make a fun photography project..." Faust chuckled as he examined the woodland around them.

"Boy would it~ I'd be getting pussy all fucking day." Laughed Greyn.

"You know it!"

The winding trail eventually took them to a tall cliff, where on the other side, the roar of a waterfall filled their ears. It was a beautiful waterfall, swollen by recent rains as water roared over the craggy, gray rocks. Faust fired off the shutter to his camera, while Greyn set up his tripod for a long exposure. He placed the camera on it, and then shuffled through his textbook for the procedures. The two stood taking photos of the waterfall, before taking a break and sitting down to eat their packed lunch.

Greyn sat watching Faust type furiously away on his phone, while he slowly chewed on his sandwich. He sat the phone down and returned to munching on a bag of potato chips. A half-minute later, he got a reply, which Faust instantly responded to.

"Hot date or something?" chuckled the wolf-hybrid.

"Nah, just sending a photo to Coach." Faust responded.

"Heh, you two are pretty close." Greyn observed.

"He's a cool guy." Faust responded with a nod.

"Coach is kinda like a father to me- I never knew my Dad, so Maverick's always been looking out for me. Real wonderful guy."

"He's special~" smiled Faust.

"Umm, don't take this the wrong way, Faust, but are you two..."

"Umm."

"I don't give a shit either way personally, but I notice you two are together. A lot." Greyn stated with an initial shrug. "I don't care if you're fucking him, or he's fucking you, I'm just curious."

Faust swallowed and took a slow, deep breath. "Okay...me and Coach are...well...dating."

"Really now?"

"Yeah."

"Got yourself a hot piece of ass then~" chuckled Greyn. "Like I said, I don't care, but look out for Jordan."

"I know."

"It would be the end of his career, and the end of your time at Slaterville." Greyn stated bluntly.

"It's so complicated."

"Life's complicated. I mean, it is what it is. But it's a huge conflict of interest for the university, and when you have someone as unscrupulous as Jordan? Jordan has been itching to get rid of Maverick since he came here. Jealous little prick. I remember when Mav was helping me out, and Jordan pulled me aside and accused me of having a sexual relationship with him. Oh yeah, that didn't go over good at all."

"I won't give him any ammunition."

"Don't. Because he will fuck you and Coach over." Greyn pursed his lips.

"Loose lips, sink ships."

Finishing their lunch, they packed their gear and hiked through the woods, back to Faust's truck, a few miles away.

"It's so complicated- it's that kind of series of events." Faust admitted as he walked. "It's like such an emotional rush since I've come out and whatnot."

"Understandable. And Slaterville ain't what you call an open minded place." Greyn recalled. "It's basically a rusting shithole. And Slaterville University is pretty orthodox and old fashioned. I mean, as long as you're happy, that's what matters."

"Yep. I agree."

"Damn Faust, now you make me wish I made a move on my high school gym teacher." Greyn teased with a laugh.

"Gotta get what you can get." Teased Faust.

A light rain fell from milk gray skies as Jordan pulled into the faculty parking lot. It was a lazy mid-Saturday morning, and Jordan had some unfinished work to complete at his office in the gymnasium building. Stepping out of his blue Toyota, the Doberman juggled a binder under his shoulder as he zipped up his red windbreaker. He locked his car up and began walking, his eyes noticing a Jeep and Chevy pickup truck parked a short distance away. The Jeep belonged to Maverick, and he walked over to examine the Chevy pickup truck, noticing its new Mississippi license plates. Jordan raised a brow; he recognized that vehicle as the one driven by the student, Faust Freyjasson.

Taking a detour in his plans, Jordan marched into the natatorium and walked down the hallway, his dress shoes clicking on the tiled floor. He walked by the window that peered into the swimming pool, to notice Maverick, and Faust swimming in the otherwise empty pool.

For a while, Jordan's suspicions on his rival had subsided, and he largely moved on from it. But now he felt suspicious again, as he watched them from his vantage point. They must have finished up because now they climbed out and dried themselves off. They grabbed their belongings and made their way to the locker room.

Jordan rushed for the stairs and quickly made his way down, only to stop at the base, hidden behind the wall at the corner. He listened to the hearty laugh of Maverick as he walked with Faust for the lockers. Jordan held there looking serious as he listened. The flap of the door diminished as he peered his head around. He slowly moved to step inside the locker room as quietly as he could, his cropped ears picking up the sound of the showers running. Jordan cautiously approached, hearing some laughter and something raunchy from around the corner of the corridor leading into the showers. The air was heavy with humidity. Jordan slid closer, right to the corner and listened to something wet slapping followed with a moan.

"Oh coach..."

"It's big..."

"Ooooh, oooh..."

A twisted, evil grin emerged on Jordan's face. Finally, his suspicion was confirmed. His arch rival, the husky he loathed, confirmed that he was indeed having an inappropriate relationship with Faust Freyjasson. This was now his chance to make his move, to remove Maverick and make himself the rightful coach to the Lumberjacks. The thoughts raced through the Doberman's head. "Oh Mav, you've slipped up...now's my chance."

Jordan quickly retreated away, and laid in wait at the stairwell. Ten minutes later, he watched as Faust emerged from the locker room, walking the other way with his duffel bag in tow. Jordan crept around the corner and went into the locker room. Emboldened, he marched right into the shower room to find Maverick rinsing himself off. The presence of Jordan, took Maverick by surprise.

"Maverick."

"Jim."

"Whacha up to?" Jordan asked.

"What's it look like?" laughed Maverick. "Another dumb question from Jimbo."

Jordan pointed right at the husky. "I know what you're doing, I know exactly what you're doing, Kennedy."

"Rinsing off after a nice swim."

"Yeah, with a student..."

"Oh here we go again."

"I know you're having a sexual affair with Faust. I know exactly what you're doing." Jordan proclaimed. The husky slowly stepped toward Jordan, his smile unflinching. He practically towered over Jordan as he approached.

"You sit there with that smirk on your fucking face, lying to me about what I just heard. You are in direct violation of university policies!" Jordan shouted.

"Oh Jim, it's so funny to see you pretend to care."

"I do care! It's the policy!"

"Really?"

Maverick stood right up to Jordan, unapologetically nude. His nudeness intimidated Jordan, who tried to maintain his serious demeanor; but his eyes gave it away to Maverick. The husky raised his right paw and gently caressed the side of Jordan's face.

"I think its honestly hilarious, that you are going to sit here, and tell me this with a straight face, when your own track record at Ohio State says otherwise."

Jordan tried to speak up, but was silenced by Maverick, who put a finger to his lips. "Shh, shh, Jordan. I'm not done." The husky grinned.

"A little birdie once told me that when you were the assistant coach at OSU, multiple athletes came up to you on many occasions and reported to you, the inappropriate behavior of Doctor Rich Stradley. How during their physicals they had excessively long genital exams, unnecessary rectal exams, up to, and including, blatant molestation. 'Coach Jordan! Doctor Stradley did something disgusting to me' they'd say, and you kept all of that at your desk, because you were afraid of it hurting your career. Plus, you were friends with Stradley- you two had your lockers next to each other, and you two spent countless hours in the locker room talking smack. I've also heard you did nothing because Stradley had dirt on you- and threatened that if you said anything, he'd report about your own moral failing. Mister staunch Catholic, Mister Morality, having an episode of infidelity... of a masculine nature... with a student."

Jordan backed away. His face turned red in sheer rage as his finger trembled pointing at a grinning Maverick. Jordan trembled and immediately turned and ran for the exit. Maverick stood with a smug grin on his face, content that he made Jordan back down.

"The answer is no, Jordan!" Bill shouted in his office.

"Bill! I have reasonable belief that Coach Maverick is doing something nefarious with a student!" Jordan pleaded to his boss.

"Do you have undeniable proof?"

Jordan was silent.

"Well?"

"...No."

"I don't want to hear this matter then."

"Bill, I heard things in the shower room. Things of a sexual nature."

"Did you witness such sexual acts?"

"No."

"Case closed, Jordan." Bill brushed him off. "This is nothing more than you crying wolf over your perceived snub in not being coach."

"It is not. This is enforcement of policies and procedures!"

"One more word out of you about this matter, and I will take this up with the dean, and have you terminated for harassment of a respected university employee." Bill glared, ending it at that. "This is nothing but a pissing match between you and Maverick."

Jordan was visibly angered as he turned and left the office. Marching back to his own office, Jordan brushed off administration workers as he stormed into his office and slammed the door behind him. Shaken by rage, he poured himself a mug of coffee and stood by his window, watching the student body mingle around campus at high noon. He loosened his trademark yellow and purple necktie.

The Doberman knew that Maverick was hiding something of a sexual nature, and his popularity was providing the cover needed to protect him from any consequences. Nobody was going to believe the athletic department's bean counter. The snub only made him more upset.

Jordan bitterly sat down at his desk, to resume his work in getting hotel rooms ready for the baseball team's next away trip, this time to Cincinnati. He was required to check over the spreadsheets and ensure that each room was properly paired up for students and faculty that were going. Going over the documents, Jordan read slowly on the list, which compiled names and hotel rooms. As he scanned it, he made a personal note about what room Coach Maverick was going to be using. A sinister smirk crept up on his face. He turned to look at the new webcam that sat on his desk; it was a Christmas gift he got at the faculty Christmas party. A round ball shaped webcam, it was wireless and could run off a battery pack if need be. Jordan chuckled as he examined it.

"If they want evidence..."

"Happy birthday Coach!" cheered the baseball team as they surrounded Maverick.

At a picnic table at a local park, the team celebrated Maverick's thirty-fifth birthday. The players had bought Maverick a large cake, which was adorned with a baseball and bat. Thirty-five candles were lit and glowed as he sat in the center, listening to everyone sing "happy birthday" to him. With a heave, he blew out all the candles to cheers and applause. "Thank you everyone!"

Maverick divvied up the cake for everyone, and they sat and stood around munching on the sheet cake. It was a joyous celebration. Tomorrow was their big game against Cincinnati.

"You are all like family to me." Maverick smiled. "All of you. And I have faith that we're going to win, again! We're unstoppable!"

"YEAH!" the team cheered.

"ALL OF YOU!" Maverick yelled.

"LUMBERJACKS!" the team cheered with the coach.

The team spent a few hours at the park celebrating before everyone went their separate ways for the evening. Back at his apartment, Faust and Maverick spent the evening in private, which concluded with a hot soak in the tub together.

Maverick sat back with his head resting on the wall, holding onto Faust as they soaked in a hot bubble bath. It was a very tight squeeze for both of them.

"Has anyone ever told you, you're really huge?" Faust teased.

"Depends on what you're talking about." Grinned Maverick.

"I'll leave it for speculation." Chuckled Faust.

Maverick had a laugh and nuzzled Faust affectionately.

"Tomorrow is the big day~ Cincinnati."

"Indeed."

"We'll beat em."

"Undefeated so far~" smiled Maverick. "Thanks to you guys!"

"Well...what can I say? We got great leadership."

"Really? Where?" grinned Maverick as he got a kiss from Faust.

"Silly you." Laughed the wolf. "So we're almost at the end of the semester..."

"Time flies this time of year."

"Then summer." Faust nodded. "I'll most likely have to return to Lumberton until fall...what does that do to our relationship?"

"Just gets put on pause till you return." Smiled the husky with some assurance. "Plus, I can always go down to visit, since I'm a Mississippi boy too~"

"True." Nodded the wolf. "Do you see our relationship growing...ever become legitimate?"

"They say the sky's the limit." Maverick acknowledged. "I'm...not gonna lie. I'm starting to think about leaving Slaterville."

"Why?"

"Jordan."

"Oh."

"I'm getting tired of butting heads with him, and when a job is starting to make you unhappy? Then you move on. It's a school that has potential, but school politics get in the way. Because of people like James Ryan Jordan. Like I have to keep my gayness quiet because it could 'distract'- but everyone else can bring wives, have photos of family and nobody bats and eye because its heterosexual orthodoxy."

"Double standards as always..."

"Yeah, same shit, different day." Maverick grumbled.

"I don't want to see you leave."

"I know you don't. So let's see how this and fall semester hold..." the husky suggested. He put his arms around Faust and held him close to reassure him. "You're special, and I want to make this work."

"Same here."

"Just the usual bullshit stands in the way." He smiled at Faust.

"We'll wing it." Faust suggested.

"Indeed."

Friday evening in Cincinnati. The sun sat low on the horizon, between the towering buildings of downtown Cincinnati. The sign to the Motel 6 flickered on as everyone disembarked from the Slaterville bus, to their hotel for the night. A cheap hotel to house everyone, a lasting legacy of Jordan's bumbling decision making in modifying the budgets.

Swiping his card, Greyn opened the door to his hotel room. He saw Maverick approach the room next to his. "Real dump, Coach." Maverick smiled and simply rolled his eyes in response as he swiped his clearance card. Greyn carried his bag in and tossed it on the bed. He stretched and glanced around at his tacky looking room, which was colored orange and white, the bed sharing the same color palette. He sat down on the bed to look over his phone when he heard a knock on his door. Getting up, the wolf-hybrid answered the door to notice Jordan standing in the doorway.

"Hey Greyn."

"Mister Jordan." He responded without enthusiasm.

"May I please inspect your room? Policies and procedures." Jordan asked.

"Fine." He responded. "I'm getting something to eat anyways, so have at it."

Greyn gave him the room card and walked out, which brought a smile to the Doberman's face. He closed the door behind him and locked it. Grabbing his laptop bag, he sat it on the bed and unzipped it to grab a screwdriver, and his webcam. There was a light on the wall that he eyeballed, and quickly worked to unscrew it and pull it off the wall. He had discovered upon looking at photos and reading a negative review of another site that the lights were wired together in such a way that one could see into the other room if something was missing. Jordan pulled the light aside and found to his delight that a missing screw piece allowed the perfect peephole for his plan. Being careful not to electrocute himself, he wedged his webcam in and plugged in the battery. Switching on his laptop he connected to it, to adjust the viewing angle. He found that he could get the angle, but he needed something to support the camera. Grabbing a spare necktie from his bag, he gently folded up his yellow and purple diamonded necktie and placed it under, which gave it the support the camera needed. He saw a perfect view of Maverick's room.

"Evidence they want? Evidence they get..." Jordan chuckled to himself as he reattached the light. He stowed his laptop away and quickly made an escape, just as Greyn returned.

"Your room is fine." Jordan smiled.

"Okay then." Greyn quipped as he walked by without looking.

Jordan retreated to his own room, which was opposite to Maverick's. Now he waited.

As night fell, Maverick sat typing on his laptop when he heard a knock at the door. He got up and opened it up to reveal Faust, who he welcomed in. The camera captured everything as they caressed each other and gave a kiss, followed by some more raunchy action, which lead to the bed. Jordan felt such a feeling of satisfaction- that he was finally getting revenge as he watched the coach in bed, red handed.

Three Days Later

In his office, Maverick watched as his document spat out of the copier. He grabbed it, signed his name at the bottom, and folded it up, placing it into his laptop bag. He had just been summoned to the Dean's office. Getting up, he took a glance around his simple office and left, closing the door behind him. He left the gymnasium and marched across the campus to Founders Hall, where the Dean, Gene Wilcox resided at. The husky looked calm as students passed by him, some stopping to say hi, and others congratulating him over the Lumberjacks victory over Cincinnati.

Entering into Founders Hall, he stepped into the administration's section, to the Dean's Office, which was a very fancy glass encased section of the building.

"Good morning Wilcox." Maverick greeted as he stepped into the office. "You summoned me?"

"Yes, I did, Maverick. Good morning." Wilcox greeted. He was an older wolf with a gray pelt of fur and hair. In the corner stood Bill Vermillion, a brown and tan furred wolf. "Please have a seat."

Maverick sat down in front of the desk.

"Now I want you to answer truthfully, because I already know the answer." Wilcox started off. "Are you having a sexual affair with a student?"

Maverick stared at him for a moment. The room was completely silent. One could hear a pin drop.

"Yes." Maverick admitted bluntly. "I am having a sexual affair with a student, in violation of the Slaterville University PP."

Wilcox held up a printed screenshot of Maverick in bed with Faust. The husky did not flinch at the printed photo of him having sex with Faust in the missionary position. "This was given to us by an anonymous source."

Vermillion took a few steps towards Maverick. "It is direct violation- a cardinal sin! To have a relationship with a student! How could you be so stupid?"

"I fell to temptation. I will offer no excuses- I was wrong to do so. And I hand you this."

Maverick reached into his bag and pulled out the folded up piece of paper, which he handed to Wilcox. "My resignation form, sir."

"To Dean Wilcox,

I hereby announce my immediate resignation from

Slaterville University, as the Head Coach to the

Baseball Department. I have made a terrible

moral wrongdoing with having a relationship

with a student of mine on the baseball team. I

accept all consequences, and will fully

cooperate with the university.

Signed,

Maverick Kennedy".

"Now we have to open a full investigation because of your actions. You have opened this school up to potential lawsuits! You have soiled our good name!"

Maverick mustered a smile. "At least it was consensual."

The quip took Wilcox and Vermillion by surprise.

"I know exactly how you got that video, and who took it." Maverick explained. He reached into his still open bag and revealed the webcam, and a yellow necktie that sported purple diamonds on it. "I'll leave it to you to guess who consistently wears a yellow necktie with purple diamonds on it. Or who got this same exact webcam that was given out as a Christmas present at the faculty party."

Wilcox covered his face with a paw. "Oh no."

"I was wrong in my actions- but two wrongs don't make a right." Maverick stated with a defiant stare.

Vermillion took a slow breath and looked the other way. Wilcox shook his head in disappointment.

Faust was puzzled as to why he was being sent to the dean's office. With his backpack in tow, the wolf entered inside and was led by a secretary to the dean's office, where he met with Wilcox and Vermillion.

"Please have a seat, Mister Freyjasson."

"Umm, what's going on?"

"Faust, I hope you answer my question honestly, because I already have the answer." Wilcox started. "Are you having a sexual affair with your baseball coach?"

Faust was silent. He didn't want to answer. He looked visibly uncomfortable.

Wilcox answered for him with a printed photo of Faust in bed with Maverick. The picture horrified and embarrassed the wolf.

"It is direct violation for students and faculty to have relationships, as specified by the Slaterville University PP. We are opening an investigation into this, and expect your full cooperation into this faux pas."

"I understand."

"Now...given the newfound circumstances to how this video was acquired... I am going to be merciful to you." Vermillion spoke up. "Instead of immediate expulsion, we're going to be nice- you can finish out your semester here, but you are not allowed to play baseball anymore. You are not allowed to have contact with Maverick Kennedy. And once the semester is over? You must immediately leave, and will not be allowed admission again. Do you understand me?"

"Okay."

Faust was ejected from the office. He looked ashen faced at the sudden revelation of the truth that he had been trying to suppress. He felt so horribly embarrassed that everyone now knew of his sexuality. And worse still, he most likely got Maverick fired.

Faust stepped out into the hallway looking blindsided.

"Hey, you got sacked too?" came Greyn's voice.

Faust turned to see the wolf-hybrid approach, looking surprisingly chipper. He walked up and patted Faust on the arm. "Just got thrown out myself!"

"How!?" Faust exclaimed.

"I blew the whistle about the webcam." Greyn admitted. "So because I did that- they canned my ass too. I guess I know too much. Too much of a liability."

"Webcam- I don't understand how-"

"Look buddy. Jordan came to my room asking to inspect it. He put a fucking webcam in the wall under the light. I would never have known until I realized the light was working when I first got the room. I was fucking around with it and it fell off the wall and I found the webcam and necktie- and I knew right away. I let Maverick know, and I gave it to him as evidence."

"Wow."

"I wasn't going to let him fuck you two." Greyn shook his head.

"But it cost you everything." Faust frowned. Greyn shrugged.

"Well, what Jordan did was wrong. And evil triumphs when good men do nothing they say."

Greyn threw his arms open and hugged Faust tightly. "Buddy, it's gonna be okay."

"I got Maverick fired."

"It is what it is." Greyn frowned. "Come on, let's clean out our gym lockers."

As they exited Founders Hall, Faust and Greyn paused as they saw Jordan being led away by two police officers and a detective of the Slaterville Police. Jordan kept his head low out of shame as he was dragged along, handcuffed. He looked up to stare at Greyn and Faust. His face was full of shock; he was a man who had his ego completely stripped away. Greyn smirked and waved. "Bue-bye." Jordan was dragged away out of view.

Going to the gymnasium, the two friends went to clean out their lockers. They didn't say anything as they removed personal belongings and stowed them away in their backpacks. They soon departed the locker room for the hallway to leave. Faust glanced out the window on the second story to spot Maverick leaving.

Looking out the window, Faust watched as Maverick walked alone, carrying a box tucked under his arm. The big, burly husky walked with a stoic, back-erect pace; he looked defeated, but still defiant as he walked with his back turned to Faust. The sight brought tears to Faust's eyes; this might be the last time he ever saw him, under the threat of the Dean.

Returning to his dormitory, Faust looked emotionally burned out as he dragged himself from his truck. His mind raced with what he was going to say to his family; "hey Mom and Dad, I got thrown out of college because I had sex with my coach", "Hey Mom and Dad, I got shitcanned". They were already not entirely accepting of his coming out, and now he felt he only added more fuel to that fire. But he had just three weeks left of class, and then he'd have to return home to Lumberton.

Walking up to the door, he went to unlock it when he noticed something at his feet. It was a folded up piece of paper. It looked too neat and tidy to have just been blown there by the spring breeze. Bending down, he unfolded it to reveal a location. It was Maverick's handwriting.

"Meet me at Cuyahoga National Park- 3PM. At the waterfall. Bring Greyn. -Mav."

Faust got back a hold of Greyn and he picked him up to rush to the park. At this point, he no longer cared about the university and its empty threats- it meant nothing to him. The two raced through part of Cleveland to reach the park, where they began their hike to the waterfall.

"It's bullshit, but what can you do?" Greyn shrugged.

"I guess." Faust agreed. "I really fucked up."

"Your actions with Maverick are nothing compared to Jordan. At least it was consensual."

"Heh, yeah."

"Do you love Mav?"

"I do~"

"Then let him know."

Emerging from the wooded trail, Faust saw Maverick standing at the wooden fence that stood near the cliff face at the waterfall. The flow of water sounded calming. The husky was changed in a pair of gym shorts and a colorful, snug tanktop.

"Maverick!" Faust called.

The husky turned around to stare at Faust. A smile slowly emerged on his face as Faust ran up. He opened his arms and embraced the wolf as they hugged tightly. Faust broke down into tears.

"I fucked everything up, Maverick, I shouldn't have-"

"No, it's not your fault. I should have known better." Maverick admitted. "But it's pointless to debate it now. It's gonna be okay."

The husky gently lifted Faust's head up; his eyes were tear streaked and bloodshot from crying. "It's just a minor setback."

"You don't have a job."

"It ain't my first rodeo~" Maverick chuckled cynically. "One door closes? Another one will open up. I lost my job, but I gained someone special in my life. You. And that helps the pain~"

"I love you, Mav."

"I know you do." The husky smiled back. "That's what made you special. Now I can comfortably say, I love you too, Faust."

Maverick hugged Faust tightly and kissed the top of his head. "It was never your fault. This whole thing crashed down because of me and Jordan."

Greyn came running up. "You're my coach, always!"

Maverick opened an arm up and put it around Greyn as he gave them all a group hug. "My family. The two of you. You guys are special to me."

"No homo, coach."

"Shut the fuck up, Greyn~"

"Okay."

"We'll weather this. Everything will be okay." Maverick assured the two in his warm hug. "Everything will be a-okay in time."

One Year Later

POP! The cork on a bottle of champagne exploded off as Greyn laughed. Maverick covered his head as the cork flew over him, to ricochet off the thick glass windows of their new condominium. The glowing lights of downtown Columbus glistened through the large windows of the seventh floor condo.

On the table sat a large cake, affectionately iced up for Maverick's thirty-sixth birthday. Thirty-six candles glowed as preparations were made for their small-scale celebration.

"Hey! Ya ready?" Faust asked as he checked on the roast in the oven.

"Yeah, let's sing it!" Greyn called out. He and Faust sang "happy birthday" to Maverick, who jokingly clapped along to it. At the end, he blew out all the candles.

"Whacha wish for?"

"Good luck~" the husky grinned with a laugh.

It was nearly a year ago that everything had transpired. The old life Maverick had built up had collapsed in Slaterville by the huge scandal at the university. Despite his resignation, the university stripped him of his honor, and terminated him, completely stripping him of his severance. Faust and Greyn simply dropped out before the end of the semester, and moved in to be with Maverick, while he bought time with unemployment. Faust made the decision to live in Ohio permanently, a move his family surprisingly supported. Maverick found himself a new gig in college sports, this time at Ohio State University, as an assistant athletic director. He got out of his lease and the trio moved to Columbus, in a fancy condominium that overlooked the downtown. Faust and Greyn resumed college at OSU, both majoring in business. Greyn became a baseball player for the Buckeyes, but Faust joined a gay baseball team, where he quickly got a name for himself with his baseball prowess. Everything that had been uprooted, finally returned to equilibrium. The same could not be said for Slaterville, or James Jordan.

Slaterville's baseball program degraded after Maverick's departure. Their undefeated season ended with back to back terrible losses, denying them their third championship. They went back to being the "also-ran" school. The university's reputation took a hit, and the fallout over James Jordan, cost the Dean, and Athletic Director their jobs. But if there was anyone who was the real loser, it was Jordan himself.

Jordan was arrested for voyeurism with his little stunt to dig up dirt on Maverick. In his sheer desire for revenge, he threw out all sense of morals and ethics to get what he wanted, and it blew up in his face. He faced up to two years in prison, and being registered as a sex offender. His wife Patty left him, and his three kids all but disowned him as their father. And to make matters worse for the Doberman, his past at OSU had come back to fully haunt him, as more evidence of his misconduct at OSU came to light, including multiple lawsuits by athletes who had suffered under his watch as assistant coach.

Following dinner, Faust put all the dirty plates into the dishwasher and closed it up to get them cleaned. He took the long way to the balcony, taking his time to eyeball all the photos that Maverick had hung up on the light gray walls. A new photo, taken in the fall, showed a large family portrait of the Freyjassons and the Kennedys, down in Mississippi. Despite everything that had happened, it seemed that the idea of a loving relationship, smoothed over the differences.

Sliding the glass door open, Faust stepped out into the warm spring evening. Maverick had a hammock installed on their balcony. It provided a beautiful view of Columbus, which sparkled in the evening. Maverick laid in the balcony in a white tanktop and blue shorts that clung to his thick thighs. He laid reading on his iPad. Greyn leaned against the balcony watching the scenery. Faust climbed into the hammock and snuggled up with his boyfriend. Maverick smiled at him and kissed him affectionately.

"Check this out~" Maverick said as he handed his tablet over for the wolf. It was a headline about James Jordan.

"Disgraced University Athletic Director Admits Wrongdoing at OSU" read the headline.

"Wow." Chuckled Faust. "What a fuck."

Maverick read a bit from the Dispatch article. "Jordan admits that if he could go back in time, he would have done things differently. Well that's a huge understatement!"

"No shit~" laughed Faust.

"Man, this is pure gold." The husky chuckled. "Jordan admits to having a homosexual encounter with a student, and that Stradley had threatened to reveal it had Jordan took the molestation allegations to university officials."

"I knew the dude was a fucking queer." Greyn laughed.

"My gaydar was spot on." Maverick pointed out. "That's how good of a gay I am!"

"He should be a politician." Faust suggested. "He'd make a great Senator, or Congressman."

"Just the right amount of unethical crookedness if you ask me." Maverick teased. "Oh Faust, and Greyn, I think this worked out just right."

"I agree." Faust and Greyn agreed.

Faust put his arms around his boyfriend and kissed him. In the warmth of the spring night, Maverick and Faust smiled at each other, happy to be in each other's arms.

Epilogue:

In the heart of the Short North gay district, Maverick emerged from a smoothie place. He clutched onto a cup holding a passion fruit smoothie, slowly sipping from the straw. The weather was nice and sunny as he walked along the sidewalk, admiring the scenery of his new home town. Dressed for summer in a red and white tanktop, red shorts, his red baseball hat and sneakers, the husky casually mingled with the downtown crowd. Columbus was a much better city than Slaterville, in a few ways, even Cleveland. He liked to be close to the gay community and didn't feel so isolated like before.

As Maverick walked, he watched as a police cruiser came speeding on by, its lights and sirens blaring. He observed the cruiser, followed by a fire truck, as frantic footsteps filled his ears.

"D'OH! 'SCUSE ME! OUTTA THE WAY!"

Maverick was accidentally shoved as he fell into the wall and slipped, catching himself onto a trash can.

"Oh shit! My bad!" came a just as burly and tall husky. He held onto a huge, anachronistic looking camera that had big blue sides, which had a video cable tethered to the back and running to a guy who held onto a very large looking videotape recorder. The other figure was a battered looking wolf-malamute hybrid. The burly husky held a paw out for Maverick to help him up, a gesture Maverick accepted.

Rising to his feet, Maverick couldn't help but stare at the other husky, who looked just like him. A dumbfounded expression was on both their faces as they stared at each other. The other husky differed in appearance to Maverick only by how his "husky face mask" appeared; the light gray fur didn't protrude above his muzzle as significantly as Maverick's. Both were ripped guys in tanktops and shorts; even he had a red baseball cap atop his head.

"Hey, are you Maverick Kennedy?" he asked. His voice was a little higher pitched than Maverick's baritone voice. "The former Cardinals player?"

"Yep, that's me."

"Cool! You're my baseball hero man!" the husky exclaimed.

"Thank you!" smiled Maverick.

"Maverick Tokarev~"

"A pleasure to meet you."

"Come on Mav, we gotta get that fire truck on video!" the wolf-hybrid exclaimed.

"Alright, alright, Rob~ Catch ya later, Maverick!" the other Maverick yelled as he took off running with his friend. "Come on Rob! You gotta run quicker than that!"

Maverick watched the commotion with a bewildered smirk. He turned and looked at his own reflection in a window for a moment, pondering what just happened.

"My doppelganger." He concluded as he continued on his walk through Columbus.

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