Nothing But Love (Chapter 5)
#5 of Nothing but Love
Hello again.... I'd just like to say sorry for this chapter being late. Its not the longest one, by any means, but more should follow soon. So, have fun. By the way, this chapter has a little bit of FUN in it, if you know what I mean. Not much, nothing special. But just a little something. Woohoo. Anyway. Enjoy.
Question buzzed around inside Butch's head like bees. Each bee was buzzing louder than the last; frantically circling his head, stinging his mind and making him forget the answers. He couldn't risk forgetting answers though. He had to do well on this test, for Richard.
Butch had made a promise, and he fully intended on keeping that promise. Even if he wasn't going to really get any particularly special prize for victory. That was of no consequence though. This test wouldn't trump him. Not now, not ever. After all, it was only a bunch of questions on things he was fairly certain of.
Butch shook his head, dislodging the bees from his head. They buzzed angrily, but flew away just the same. His determination made it quite clear they were not welcome. Butch's ears twitched a bit involuntarily as he thought, carefully rereading the question that was giving his head such grief moments before. After a moment's deliberation in his head, he pushed his mechanical pencil into the paper, making clean neat circles in the bubble next to the appropriate answer until it was fully filled in.
Feeling newly invigorated, he set to work filling in the rest of the test packet, doing his very best to not mess any of the questions up. Meanwhile, Coach sat in his chair next to the gym doors, his eyes roving over the students in the bleachers, making sure to vigilantly check for any cheating. To the most part, all the students were staring holes in their test packets, with a few giving thoughtful glances at the ceiling, as if there was important insight into the secrets of the test just waiting to be plucked from the heavens.
Coach sat up straight in his small chair, stretching his back with a pop. He really hated this tiny little chair. It was the only thing available however, so he just clawed at his thigh lazily and gave a yawn, trying to make himself comfortable in the small blue chair. His eyes gave another glance over his students. He knew each of these kids closely. He heard them in the locker; saw them naked, gossiping and playing. They were his responsibility; each of them, so different... yet, every now and then: one would show himself to be more different than the others. Special. That's what that one would be. Special.
It had only happened a handful of times. The first time... it was just a fling. A few years ago, a senior in school- a porcupine- he was a cute kid. He was sweet, caring, and protective. He was gay too, closeted anyway. Richard hadn't meant for it to happen. He had walked in on the kid, in the locker room alone. He should have been off to his next period. But there he was, sitting in the locker room, naked. It was the Coach's free period. At first he thought that the kid maybe was just trying to play hooky, didn't think much of it. He walked up to the kid and was about to tell him to get dressed and go to class, but then...
Richard shook his head, his mind had been wandering. His gaze drifted over to Butch, sitting in the bleachers. He could plainly see the focus knit on the young dingo's brow. He thought it was cute when he concentrated really hard, he always got this really serious expression on his face. You could just see the gears working behind his eyes. Richard stood up out of his tiny chair and stretched out, his grey shirt lifting up just barely over his belly.
Class would be going on for a while now. The clock displayed the current time behind its steel wire cage in big glowing res numbers. Tests always made time slow to a crawl. Richard took a final glance at the students in the bleachers, each of them so focused on their tests. It wouldn't matter if he stepped out for a little bit. He made his way over to the door to the locker rooms. Stepping in, they were empty, as they should be. He opened the door to his office inside, closing it behind him as he made his way to his desk chair.
He sat down in the chair with a sigh. Now THIS was a chair. Height of comfort, it was like it was made just for him. He leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes and rubbing his belly contentedly, letting his mind wander again in the comfort of his own office.
That first time. It had been so unexpected. He had just stepped within arms distance of the porcupine to tell him to get to class, when all of a sudden, the young man's arm just shot out at his crotch, easily catching his junks between his fingers. He was shocked. Stunned even. They tell you all the time what to do as a student if a teacher is sexually harassing you, or touching you. But no one really tells you how to act if a student is the one touching the teacher. His mind had just shut down as his eyes widened in fear. He couldn't even speak.
Meanwhile, the porcupine just stared up at him, smiling so reassuringly, fondling his junk as it twitched behind his shorts. Richard just stared back, not moving an inch as his mind tried to catch up to what was going on. The porcupine started fondling himself as well, massaging his nuts. Richard's eyes drifted to the man's nether, watching as his gorge rose.
"Coach?" The porcupine said, his eyes smiling. "You know, I'll do anything for you." And he winked.
Back in the now, Richard growled a little at the memory, his paw stroking over his belly, sliding down to his crotch, playing with his meat, just like that day. That's all it had taken really. Once he had called him Coach, that's the day that monstrosity had been born. His lust had just risen from nothing and taken over. In that moment he had growled at the young student and suddenly torn his shorts off. Within seconds, his cock was plowing its way down the young man's throat, and feeling amazing with every thrust. With reckless abandon he fucked the porcupine's mouth, and the kid for his part loved every second. He just kept on coaxing that beast into further existence, pawing off while his maw was fucked. Oh how Coach had gotten off on getting sucked by his student while he moaned and drooled around his cock.
Then after busting his nut in the kid's mouth, the kid just said, "thanks" got dressed and left. Richard was confused then. He regretted what he had done, but the damage was done. He had sex with a student, and rather than feeling bad, he just kept doing it. It wasn't wrong if he just kept on doing it, and not thinking about it. Think about it too much, and you'll only break.
Richard moaned as he came hard in his paw, seed spilling down his fat cock as he sat in his desk. He looked down at his cum and frowned. He just sat there... and stared. There wasn't anything to really think. He shouldn't be doing it, but it's already done. With a heavy sigh he cleaned up his mess, licking his paw clean before lifting his shorts back up over his nuts and cock, tucking himself into place. Soon as he was presentable he left his office and went back into the gymnasium.
Without even thinking, he looked over to where Butch was sitting. It didn't matter really. What all he was doing. The few students he did it with were more than willing. They wanted it. And what's more, this one was even more special than the others were. He couldn't just let go to this one. He wanted to keep this going. As long as he possibly could, he had to hold onto Butch. He loved him. And he hoped, eventually, Butch would love him back.
He just had to give him time. Not push on him to make a decision. He would come up with his own answer when he was ready. Richard smiled to himself. He was more than willing to wait.
The glowing numbers ticked by another digit on the clock; just a minute left in class. All the students were just sitting in their seats now, waiting to turn in their papers and leave. Richard didn't see much point in keeping them waiting for just a single minute.
"All right class, please bring your papers up to me and you may leave."
The students threw their bags over their shoulders and grabbed their belongings, holding their papers in hand, they walked and jumped down from the bleachers, some quickly dashing to turn in their papers and leave, some casually strolling down handing their papers in at their leisure. The last one to hand his paper to Richard was Butch.
He smiled at his teacher as he passed the paper over. Richard smiled back and took the paper from his before adding it to the other papers in a folder he had on the small chair by the door.
"Coach?"
Richard turned to his student and grimaced at the title. He was really starting to loathe the word lately. "Yes Butch?"
"Thanks... I... I um-"
"It's alright. I know. You don't have to say anything. Go on and get out of here. I'm letting you guys out before the bell rings, don't waste your head start." He winked at Butch, smiling as he did so.
Butch swallowed his words and nodded, pushing forward a smile before shuffling off out of the gym. Richard watched him go, pleased with himself. He should just treat Butch like he was any other of his students. Don't bring any attention to their past until Butch was ready to make a decision. Otherwise it just puts more pressure on him. Richard didn't want that, he'd hate to make Butch feel pressured or uncomfortable. As soon as Butch was a good distance from the gym, he turned around and headed off back to his office, this time grade papers.
Butch walked away from the gym slowly. He wasn't happy with how his day had turned out. He had wanted to talk to Coach more. Tell him how he felt. But... it was like Richard didn't even care, or didn't want to know. He felt pushed aside. He wondered if this had happened to other students before him. If maybe he was just another kid the coach had fucked. He shook his head, refusing to believe it. His day had sucked, but he'd get another chance to tell Richard. He just had to hold out over the break.... Somehow. Looked like he was still going to have to stay over at Mr. Fenton's house all break. He could live through that. It's not like he had out right told Mr. Fenton that he wanted to fuck. So he just had to ditch his plans of seduction, and nothing would happen.
Right??