Physical Ed
Wade wasn't paying attention.
At least not to the game. What he was paying attention to was fuzzy, svelte, cut, canine, toying with his belt buckle, and unfortunately only in his memory. He wished he'd had the opportunity to at least find out what his fur had felt like. He imagined it would be cottony, and a little stringy, and frizz when he stroked it. And he'd run his hands over more and more as the husky undressed an inch at a time, and then he'd be talking off his own clothes, and he'd reach out and grab-
-the next card. Six of clubs. What was he supposed to do with that?
His dad picked up the card one of the twins tossed, his orange striped fur glinting in the overhead light of the dinner table. Then it was his older brother's turn, then dealer, then Alden's, then his, except by that time he wasn't paying attention. Because he was lying naked next to a sexy little ball of muscle and fur, duotone black and white next to his black and orange and all he had to do was reach, and-
-"You waiting for a flood, son?" his father was asking wearily.
"Huh? Oh!" answered Wade, "Oh, yeah." and he picked up the card. Nine of hearts? Useless.
"What's eating you?" asked Jonathan as he picked up his last card, his half-brother's whiskers bristling a bit in obvious displeasure.
Crap.
"Um, well, I guess I'm just a little distracted," he started. It didn't help Wade's thoughts that Jonathan's black fur and white stripes reminded him of huskies.
"That's putting it mildly," commented Tucker.
"Ok, quite a bit," Wade admitted. "I guess it's just, you know, pressures of school. Yeah."
Alden blinked. "Your school is on fall break."
Crap.
Wade briefly tested a number of possible excuses in his mind.
Jealousy? Of what?
I dunno.
Some sort of disease? Then why didn't he have any symptoms?
I dunno.
He was suddenly overcome with the poignancy of the insurmountable dichotomy between life and death?
No.
He was the unwitting subject of some sort of reconstructive genetic experiment to produce super-soldiers that was screwing with his memory and soon he'd be invincible and nigh-immortal but with all traces of his past life gone for good so he was trying to savor the last few simple and good things in his life before they were gone forever?
Well, maybe it was worth a shot.
"You're in love," announced his father.
Crap.
"Alright, fine," admitted Wade, "I guess it is kinda a, well, a bit of a crush."
"Guy or girl?" asked Jonothan, rearranging his hand.
"...guy," Wade admitted.
"Hot?" asked Tucker eagerly, "How long is he? How was he? You done him yet? Or let him do you?"
"Very, I dunno, I dunno again, no, and no..." Wade answered tentatively, "It's not quite like that."
His father looked at him very seriously. "Wade, let me tell you right now, don't go after married men. It only makes everyone involved unhappy." Jonothan shifted uncomfortably.
"He's not married!"
"Then what's the problem, bro?" Alden asked.
"Well, it's no big deal, really..." Wade shuffled and for a moment considered hiding his blushing ears behind his cards, "I kinda saw him, doing something."
"Jerking off?" Tucker guessed, "No wonder you're into him."
"No, it was, a bit more involved than that."
"Fingering himself too? Hot!" commented Tucker.
"No!"
"Then what's the big deal?"
"He was fucking the driving instructor! And I don't know weather to be jealous or turned on! And it's REALLY messing with my head!"
"Both of them, I bet," said Jonothan dryly.
"Son, shh," their father interjected.
"Well, I don't claim to be a font of wisdom," began Alden, putting down the deck, "but it sounds to me like you're just shy. If he's willing to screw a teacher, presumably for the sake of a grade, then you ought to be able to get him any way you want."
"You mean you haven't even asked him yet?" said Tucker incredulously.
Wade grimaced and looked to his father.
"You've got two choices. Ask him, or don't. Either way, forget about it for now and finish the hand!" His dad pointed at the one card still lying on the table in front of him.
Oh yeah, that,
"All right, lay down," announced Alden.
Jonathan had two pairs, Dad had three of a kind, Tucker had a full house, and Alden had a pair of Jacks.
Wade had a two, a five, a queen, the nine and the six. That is to say, nothing.
"Wade's down," Alden announced, shuffling, "Tucker wins, and Jon deals."
Wade sighed, then forced himself to pay attention to the game. He ducked under the table and nodded to his brother Todd. The older of the twins pulled his stripy muzzle from Alden, who'd won the last hand, and climbed into the chair Wade had left with a grin. Wade himself crawled over to Tucker's lap, nosed his way up his thighs, and took his brother's penis into his mouth.
The youngest twin throbbed eagerly. Maybe if he did him hard enough, Tucker would cum, and then have to join him under the table. The game usually went quicker once two or three were sucking. Yeah, Tucker was inexperienced, he'd cum for sure. Sixteen year olds were always horny. No sweat.
Wade wondered if Ed would be good at this game.
Very soon he had stopped paying much attention.
Which didn't matter. Tucker was under the table too by the next hand.
Ed was paying very careful attention. That much was apparent when the football hit him square in the forehead and sent him sprawling back onto the grass. The coach's whistle blared as Ed blearily looked around, idly wondering how many dots were on the football that had landed in the grass next to him. A pair of muscled brown legs in a pair of too-short and too-tight jogging shorts swan into his view, attached to the rest of Coach Clayton, the equine gym coach that had made Ed come outside to play football in the first place.
"Mind wandering again, Ferguson?" Coach Clayton asked, reaching down an arm to his student. Ed clasped his hand as his teacher hauled him to his feet, his eyes tracing the muscles up Coach Clayton's arm and down under his sweat-stained tight sleeveless shirt. The stallion was a paragon of manliness. Unfortunately, everyone knew this, including Coach Clayton's recently acquired fiancée.
"Uh, sorry, Coach Clayton..." Ed mumbled in response, staring down as though in shame, but was in fact just sneaking a peek at the barely visible line of the coach's jockstrap.
"That's not good enough, Ferguson! Don't you want to play on the team?"
Ed mentally weighed the pleasure of admitting he had no desire to play football and the pain of missing the after practice locker room sessions. It wasn't much of a choice.
"Of course I do, sir!"
"That's what you need, man! But you gotta put yourself into it, man! You gotta keep your mind where it really matters, and that's the game, dude! There's nothing that should distract-"
His pocket buzzed.
"Whoa, hang on." Coach Clayton yanked out his cell and opened it, "Darla! Cool, babe, how're you?"
Well, concluded Ed, some problems do solve themselves. "I'll just go practice some more then, sir!" he announced.
"Cool, cool, man," the coach answered, "What babe? Yeah, awesome. Wild. What then?"
"Again?" asked the halfback, a burly alligator.
"Yup," Ed confirmed, "I figure we can take it easy a bit."
"Right," the alligator announced, "just kinda jog up and down a bit, I guess. 'Til the boss gets his head back."
Everyone was pleased with that.
A certain tiger among the others.
Wade edged toward the husky as he made another lap. The best thing about football, he had long ago decided, was the pants. They left nothing but the color of the fur to the imagination. Not even smell.
There were, of course, plenty of other simply delicious gyrating rumps that he could be ogling. Whether it was Jed, the halfback alligator, who definitely had more than a bit of junk in his trunk, or Preston, the golden-haired bull with far more ego than ability and an ass that you could bounce a nickel off of, there was only one that managed to keep Wade's attention. The bobbing, curled tail was almost as hypnotizing as the show beneath it, just begging Wade to stroll over and grope it. Wade wasn't sure whether he meant the tail or the ass.
Another lap, and Wade managed to get almost right behind Ed, transfixed upon the husky's cute little bubble butt and trying to imagine what the duotone fur underneath looked like. He bet it was black on the outside and white on the inside, like a fuckable little Oreo. Wade never liked to mix food and sex, but this seemed appropriate.
Another lap, Wade wondered if Ed could feel his breath on the back of his neck. All he needed to do was-
"Alrighty, boys, line up!"
...Damn.
Ed darted away toward Coach Clayton without even seeming to notice that Wade had been behind him.
'Just great', Wade thought as he followed the others over to line up in front of the coach, 'he doesn't even know I exist...'
'I knew it!' Ed thought as he saw Wade fall in on the other side of the line, 'he doesn't even know I exist...'
That whole time, Wade had practically been right behind him, but had he even said hi? No. Never mind the fact that they'd found a freaking dildo in their teacher's bag not that long ago, Wade may as well have erased canines from his memory for all the attention he showed Ed.
He didn't get it. Maybe he wasn't as built as some on the team, but Ed would think he was pretty hot. He certainly got turned on when he looked himself over in the mirror, and plenty of guys had reported similar results. Heck, Mr. Barnel, the big lion who taught Bio and had given him certain special assignments after class had said just the other day that he wished he could "teach" him all over again.
Ed glanced up and down the line, and considered his options. There was Jed the alligator halfback. Ed had done him once or twice, not counting not counting the locker room, and he had to admit it someone with no fur was a neat break. Or there was Gregory, a rat who'd just transferred in and hadn't been given a position yet. Ed hadn't gotten much of a look at him, by which he meant he hadn't seen him totally naked from the front yet, but judging from what he had seen he could suggest a position or two. Preston, who regarded himself as God's gift to whoever he happened to be doing at the time, which, Ed had to admit from experience, might very well be true. Then there was Trevor, a hugely massive rhino. He had a reputation as a bully, and maybe he deserved it, or maybe not. Making the after-practice orgies a regular thing had been his idea. And finally there was Conner, the otter down at the far end. Ed didn't understand him. To all appearances, he was normal and straight and everything, but from what anyone could see he looked forward to the locker room more than anyone.
Ed sighed. It wasn't the same. It looked as if he'd actually have to be patient, faithful, and loving to get Wade to sleep with him.
Love was so tragic.
So was the practice, which had started up again while Ed had contemplated. Coach Clayton was staring at him as if wondering whether to call an ambulance on smack him in the face. As he didn't particularly want either, Ed flashed a nervous smile and jogged off after the team, wincing at his suddenly uncomfortably tight cup.
It had occurred to Wade that ripping off all his clothes, tackling Ed to the grass, and taking the husky roughly from behind right there would in fact be a perfectly clear and unmistakable statement of his feelings. However, the football field happened to be right next to the street, and there were no less than three women pushing strollers on the sidewalk at the time.
How could the end result of successful sex be such a hindrance to it?
As practice started up again, he glanced up and down the field, and considered his options. He could try going through one of the other guys to let Ed know... but that could come off as creepy. Besides, someone like Trevor would probably pound him for asking for such a favor. And not the good kind of pounding, either.
There was Coach Clayton, though...while everyone, whether they wanted to or not, knew that he was engaged to his girlfriend, he seemed like the kind of guy who wouldn't find Wade's attraction too strange. The man showed himself off often enough that a passerby might think him gay, or at least bi, and Wade bet that he had probably been with at least one guy in his lifetime.
However, the coach had a tendency to be far too direct while being simultaneously far too vague. If he found out Wade's feelings for Ed, the day could somehow end up with Ed under the impression that Wade wanted to convert him to a new form of Pagan Neo-Christian Buddhism with hints of Jewish traditions. And that was being generous.
What if he were to try the romantic approach? Heart-shaped box of chocolate, champagne cocktails, and a Jacuzzi?
Of course, locker rooms tended not to have those.
Wade looked out at the street again.
There were still people going by.
Damn.
Jed suspected that Ed wasn't quite paying attention. "Dude, you ok?" he asked.
Ed pulled his muzzle of the alligator's member, smacked his lips, and answered "Yeah... why?"
"You just seem kinda out of it. You're usually really into this, man. You sure you're feeling alright?"
"I will be in a minute!" Ed said heartily, and stuffed the dripping rod back into his mouth.
Jed felt his doubts thoroughly assuaged.
Wade paced back and forth in the hall outside the locker room. He'd never bothered staying after practice before, and he couldn't understand what was taking the rest of the team so long.
He'd decided finally that he had a choice. Either ask Ed to come home with him and spend the night, or go home alone. The one involved sex, the other did not.
The choice more or less made itself.
So he was hanging about in the hallways, trying to look interested in the same flyers on the bulletin board for the fortieth time. He couldn't go back in looking for Ed, until the rest of the team came out. He couldn't go somewhere less awkward, or he'd risk missing the husky.
If only they were together. That'd solve all the embarrassing problems of having to get together.
So he kept waiting.
"Dammit, how long are you planning to keep me waiting, girl?" whined Coach Clayton to his phone.
"Until you get off your fat ass and propose, you dick!" replied the phone, loud enough for anyone else in the room to hear clearly. At this point, he wouldn't greatly care even if there had been anyone. "Haven't you ever heard of a honeymoon?!"
"Sweetie, that'd take months, and I love you right now-"
"Meaning you don't plan to later?"
"No!"
"..."
"No, not no, I don't mean that, I mean, yes, I will, but no I didn't- Ugh! Yes-I-Love-You-And-Want-To-Marry-You-But-In-The-Meantime-I've-Got-Serious-Blue-Balls-So-" but she'd hung up on him. Probably for the best, that.
He turned the phone off and tossed it into his locker, then grabbed a towel. Normally he'd spend an hour or so going over paperwork now, but tonight he knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate. Never mind, he'd get it done in the morning. He'd take a shower, maybe--once the team had left--and then go home and try to decide if he wanted to break up with her and find someone who'd put out, or hire a hooker and try to keep it secret, or just keep jerking off every night and wish that that satisfied him.
By the time he'd finished thinking it he was already undoing his fly. Forget the shower, he'd just grab a towel or something and go home.
He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice the odd noises echoing from the locker room.
If he had opened the door, the source of the noises would have been obvious.
The whole thing had started with Ed, of course, and his noticing that Jed got very excited in the showers after practice. The alligator admitted that practice always turned him on, and so it was the natural next step for Ed to offer to help him turn off again. After a couple of practices doing that, Vincent had noticed, commented that he'd always been curious, and then Gregory had noticed the three of them and with a shrug said it was hot, and the next thing Ed knew the whole team--except Wade, who somehow missed the unspoken invitation--were making it a regular after practice thing. Mr. Barnel had been impressed, and always asked for the details.
This afternoon, the details were that Jed the alligator halfback had his legs spread and his arms against the wall. That Conner was standing behind with his otter shaft pressed against the alligator's tailhole. That Preston, the bull, was watching a strand of what was mostly saliva hang between his lips and Jed's cock. That Gregory the rat was moaning on all fours with his muzzle cupped around the bull's scrotum. That Trevor, the huge rhino quarterback, was fully hilted under Gregory's tail and was gripping the rat's hips like a roller coaster bar with one hand, and Conner's ass with the other while he lapped at the otter's entrance. That Vincent, the raccoon fullback, was pistoning his penis deep into the rhino's ass and shouting something barely intelligible in dirty talk. And that the only one who wasn't completely into it was the husky lying on his back underneath Gregory, with the rat's shaft firmly up his butt and his tongue caressing Preston's balls. Oh, he was enthusiastic enough, but somehow it seemed like his mind was on something else, and he wasn't quite paying attention.
Wade's tail bristled as he continued to pace. He had been the first one to leave, and yet, no one else had exited the locker room yet. Did the coach suddenly call in an extra practice? Was there some secret exit that everyone but him knew about? Were they all busy having a wild frat-style party in the locker room that he wasn't invited to? Okay, that last one was a bit of a stretch. But still, why had no one else come out yet? It had been at least half an hour by then...
Sighing, Wade tried to quell the rampaging butterflies in his stomach and placed his hand on the door handle. 'Maybe I can wait just a little longer...' he thought, but after a full two minutes of standing there with his hand on the door, he mustered up the courage to open it and walk back into the locker room in search of Ed.
'With my luck, I'll probably walk in on him just as he's changing...' he mused.
And just when he thought he was ready to see anything, just when he'd worked his courage up as high as it could go, just as he was about to actually turn the door handle, it opened.
Out came Vincent and Trevor, the rhino and the raccoon, looking satisfied and relaxed. Maybe if it had occurred to Wade to wonder why they looked so pleased, and why they'd taken so long, he might have put two and two together and gotten four, but he was much, much more interested in trying to look like there was nothing awkward at all about him being there, as if he meant completely to be standing right outside the locker room with his hand hovering near the doorknob. Vincent and Trevor went right past him, not paying attention.
Wade decided to wait a little longer before he tried again.
"Mmmmmmnnnnnnnn," commented Ed, "oooohhhhhhhh."
He blinked, looked at the room upside down. Gregory was over in the shower, giving himself a quick rinse. Preston and Jed were pulling on their clothes. The only person that Ed couldn't see from his position lying back on the bench was Conner, but that was because the otter had the husky's rod in his muzzle and two fingers up his tail.
Feeling suddenly oddly naked, and frankly it would have been hard for Ed to have been any more naked than he was, he found himself saying "S-say, guys.... mmm.... you wanna maybe... oh! h-hang out after this... a little. like... ahhh.... like go to a late movie or a restaurant or..." and he trailed off into incoherent moaning, which was understandable.
"Naw man, sorry," Jed rubbed the back of his neck, trying to look Ed in the eyes without seeing the sex that was still going on and getting another boner, at which he failed miserably, "I gotta pick up my kid brother from Karate class. Maybe next time? You guys have fun, though."
"Yeah, sorry, I'm s'posed to be having a tutor thing," Preston said, "the thing with the shapes and lines and math n' stuff... calculus. I'm way behind, and 'f I don't keep my grades up, might not get to stay on the team, so... yeah. Tutor's kinda a hardass, just cause I been late a few times, so I gotta get goin."
"Oh," Ed said as they banged their lockers shut and waved. "Ohhhhhhh ohhhh, ohhhhhh," he added, but that didn't have anything to do with their leaving.
"Yeah, I'm gonna have to go too." Gregory sighed as he emerged from the shower, rubbing his hair with a towel, "I've got a date."
"A-a date?"
Gregory pulled on his jeans. "With my girlfriend."
"You have a.... girlfriend?" Ed felt somehow betrayed by this piece of information.
"Yes. I mean, if I didn't have to go pick her up, I'd totally stay and screw a while longer... Conner's butt is really looking good about now. But I really have to run. Sorry." And with that he was gone.
But Ed wasn't paying much attention at that point, because Conner was sucking harder and the otter's fingers were plying his prostate and the next thing he knew he was emptying his nuts, he had no idea how many times this made, into Conner's muzzle. He was bucking his hips wildly and jolts of exhausting pleasure were arcing throughout his body, and it was very engrossing.
When he had caught his breath enough to speak, Ed said, "What about you, Conner? Wanna go hang out?"
"Listen, Ed. It's... kinda my parent's anniversary tonight," Conner started, looking awkward, "and there's this big dinner I'm supposed to go to, in a few hours. I really should go, you know, get ready."
Ed blinked. "But... it's not for a few hours."
Conner sighed. "Look man. Don't get the wrong impression here, I really really enjoy, you know, screwing around after practice. It's awesome. But jeez, you're insatiable! It's always just sex with you, you know?"
Ed felt as if everyone had been speaking a different language for some time now and he'd only just realized it now.
"It's great sex and all, but... I've had enough for one day, ok?" Conner was pulling on his clothes roughly and looking embarrassed, "I'm done, ok? I just don't want to fuck anymore!" The locker room door swung behind him.
And Ed was alone.
That wasn't true, was it?
It wasn't always just sex with him.
Was it?
Well, if Conner had stayed, it wouldn't have been! They would have... gone to a movie. Or had milkshakes. Or both. And then maybe they would've hung out in that big old vacant lot for a while and just kinda poked around. Just hanging out, not sex. He'd had enough sex too, and he didn't want any more either.
"Well Edward," Mr. Barnel had said just last week, taking a slice of pizza for himself and pushing the box across to Ed, "at this point I'm not certain there's anything more I can teach you, as far as sexual relations with another man are concerned. You may consider yourself graduated. But take one last piece of advice. Sex isn't enough." Ed had stopped chewing and swallowed at the pointedness of the look Mr. Barnel was giving him. It felt like the lion had started speaking Italian. "Even if you don't feel it right now, you want more, and you're going to need more. And that means you can't just chase after sex. You have to chase after more than that." By that time, Ed had tossed his crust back into the box and was already wondering if he had time for another blowjob before he went home.
Why hadn't he listened, Ed snarled silently at himself, why hadn't he paid attention? Mr. Barnel had always been right before, and now he was right again. The sex was over, and here he was, the leftovers. He didn't blame Conner, but still... if only Wade had come in with the rest of them.
If only Wade had been the one riding him while the other's left, then they could have left together, gone to the movies together, grabbed some burgers together, eaten them out in that big old vacant lot together. Watched the sun go down. Together. And then maybe he would put his arm around Wade's shoulders, and Wade would slide his hand up Ed's shirt, and Ed would shuffle out of his pants, and then-
And then Ed realized that he was hard as a rock again already. He sighed. He was starting to get annoyed at sex, to be honest. Everyone else had left him alone, why couldn't it?
Feeling lower than since before he'd ever started his private lessons with Mr. Barnel, which he regarded as a sort of turning point in his life, Ed decided to just have as many cold showers as it took to undo his latest erection, and picked himself up off the bench.
But once he was in the showers, he noticed that the communicating door to the coach's office was open.
He noticed that the noises coming through were of sort with which he was very familiar.
Ed glanced down at his stubbornly rigid cock. Then he glanced up at the door. Coach Clayton didn't just sound busy, he sounded frustrated. It occurred to Ed that he could use that; make Coach ride him now to persuade him to stop riding him during practice. Maybe he hadn't wanted any more sex a minute ago, but both his penis and he had to admit that he wouldn't mind some more right about now.
Why waste a perfectly good erection on a cold shower? Why not use it to turn yet another teacher into putty in his hands?
Ed closed the door to the office behind him.
Wade pushed open the locker room door. He'd kept very careful watch, and he knew for an absolute fact that everyone but Ed had left. He could be alone with the husky, and say whatever he wanted, even if he had to surgically extract each word from his mouth one letter at a time.
By now Ed would be nearly dressed. Wade looked down his row of lockers, but the husky wasn't there.
Could he still be in the showers? Nope, no Ed.
Maybe he was in the bathroom? It took some nerve, but Wade confirmed that the bathroom stalls were empty.
Well. Now what?
Wade's legs were tired by now. He'd been standing out in the hallway since practice had ended, and now the disappointment of the awkwardness and nervousness and embarrassment of that waiting being for nothing made the tiredness three times as heavy. He sank onto the bench and started to brood.
He hadn't been able to talk to Ed. Well, there was another practice tomorrow afternoon, he could try again. But he didn't even finish thinking it before he knew it was a lie. He wouldn't be able to get up the nerve to wait like that again, not when he would be forced to spend every second of the waiting imagining finding the locker room empty. Again. It was now or never!
Except Ed wasn't here. It couldn't be now.
Wade shook his head, not liking where that thought was going. Look at this logically. Ed hadn't come out of the locker room door, so that meant he'd gone out another way. That was possible, there were other ways out: the coach's office, the tennis court, past the swimming pool. But they were all long convoluted, and whichever one of them he took he would have had to come back to the exit right by the locker room door: it was the only one left unlocked this late in the day. So the only reason to take one of the other ways out of the locker room would be if you wanted to avoid someone. Someone waiting outside.
That thought was even worse than the last one. But Wade couldn't think of anything to take its place.
The tiger closed his eyes, leaned forward, and let his face slump into his hands. It was downright pathetic. Well, that was it. It all sucked, and he didn't want anything more to do with it. He wasn't going to spend every afternoon until college staring at that tight butt if he knew he'd never tell it he loved it, and if he knew that it didn't want to hear that from him in the first place. He loved Ed, he made himself admit, and he wasn't going to torture himself with it.
He was out of there.
Wade pulled himself up, dry-eyed, and swallowed as he walked purposefully out of the locker room door. First, Coach Clayton's office; if the horse was there, he'd tell him in person, if not he'd leave a note. Then home.
He'd think of something to take his attention off his broken heart there.
Coach Clayton had been flustered and embarrassed when he'd noticed Ed standing behind him. When he noticed that Ed was naked, he became more flustered, but not so much embarrassed, more confused. When he noticed that Ed was fully erect, smiling seductively, and running his eyes over the horse's dripping erection, the coach had first been mortified, then confused, then intrigued.
Ed had talked the Coach's shorts the rest of the way off, was getting his first look at the equipment he'd spent so much time speculating about, and his mouth was inches from engulfing the horse's shaft, when there was a knock on the door.
The coach looked about ready to have a heart attack, but Ed just shushed him with a gesture and hid under the desk, a maneuver Mr. Barnel had made him practice carefully.
So when Wade heard the coach say 'come in' and pushed open the door, there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary. Coach Clayton was usually not much good at poker, but had on his best poker face right now. "Trunpowski? There something I can do for you, man?"
Ed paused momentarily in shock when he heard the name, but the Coach didn't seem to notice. It wasn't Wade's actual last name, but no teacher had gotten that right to date.
"Not really," Wade said quietly, "I... I'm quitting the team."
Wade expected the coach to protest, to cry out that he couldn't, but Coach Clayton only said, "Why?"
"Personal reasons," Wade said, the words sticking in his throat like peanut butter. "I- there's... let me put it this way. I can't take the tension any more. It's too much. I can't pay attention to the game because I'm too busy... thinking about these personal issues."
"I see," said Coach Clayton, his face still carefully deadpan.
"And it's really starting to mess with my head! I tried, uh, dealing with it this afternoon after practice, but I never got a chance... uh, this guy I needed to, um, talk to. He didn't show up. It's just gonna keep getting worse from here on in, so... there's really nothing else to do."
"What exactly are you talking about?"
"Sometimes," Wade said slowly, "You wish people thought about you a certain way, and they don't. And there's nothing you can do to make them."
The coach cleared his throat. "It sounds like you've really thought this through, Wade."
Wade nodded.
"There isn't any way I could help you deal with these... issues, is there?"
For a second Wade wanted to just say everything as fast as he could, but that really wouldn't help, would it? Ed wouldn't hear. So he just said, "No. They're... personal."
"Well, we're sorry to see you go, then, Trunpokov."
"Thanks Coach." Wade turned to the door, "Say goodbye to the guys for me, ok? And that I'm sorry. Especially," Wade sighed, "to Ed." The tiger walked out the door with his shoulders slumped.
Coach Clayton still wasn't sure just what had happened. Seeing as through all of this Ed had had his lips wrapped around the horse's cockhead, he really hadn't been paying attention.
But Ed had been paying attention.
Wade had only gotten a few steps from the Coach's door when he heard it slam open, a familiar voice yelled 'wait!' and the next thing he knew Ed had tackled him around the shoulders and was kissing him, if not with perfect aim, with more than enough enthusiasm to make up for some slight inaccuracy.
After a second, Wade realized he was kissing back.
After another second, he realized that Ed was butt naked.
After another second, he decided he was fine with that, and just kept kissing the husky in his arms.
"So," Ed said when they came up for breath, "You wanted to talk to me?"
"Yeah," Wade answered, "But I was just gonna ask if you wanted to, well, we're kinda already doing it, so..." he trailed off, happily confused.
"Then we'd better not stop." Ed wagged his tail and pressed his lips to Wade's again. "So, would you maybe like to hang out some time?"
"Like, when?"
"Now is good for me."
"Good for me too, actually." Wade smiled, "when you say hang out, you mean like... what?"
Ed shrugged. "Whatever you want. Making out, fooling around, an actual full blown date, or just normal hanging out."
Wade nodded slowly, "Can I have all of them?"
"You can," Ed grinned, "just let me make sure of one thing, though."
"What?"
"This isn't just cause you want to screw, is it? Is there more than that?"
Wade nodded and blushed.
And the best answer to that seemed to be to kiss him again, so Ed did that.
"So you were in Coach's office," Wade asked eventually, "I mean, where were you that I couldn't see, and what were you-" He broke off, licked his lips, and then smacked them experimentally.
Ed waited apprehensively.
"You were sucking him off under the desk, weren't you?"
"...yes." Ed was mortified. But then the penny dropped. "So... that means you know, I mean, you're familiar with how... that tastes, if you could taste it on my mouth-"
Wade blushed again. "Uh... yeah. It's a bit of a long story."
Ed nuzzled his cheek. "We've got all evening."
"Heh. Alright, well, do you know how to play poker?"
And they left arm in arm.
Luckily, Wade was paying enough attention to point out that Ed was still naked, and they stopped at the locker room long enough to get him dressed.
And do a few other things.
"So where's Ed?" Jed asked after practice the next day.
"I dunno," answered Conner.
"I dunno," answered Preston.
"I dunno," answered Gregory.
"I dunno," answered Trevor.
"I dunno," answered Vincent.
They all stared at eachother. It was like waiting for a door to be unlocked or a stoplight to change: they all knew what they wanted, but they weren't sure how to start. Ed had always been the one to get things moving.
Finally Preston turned to Trevor. "So. You want me to suck you off?"
"Yeah, sure," said Trevor.
And once it got started, the rest was easy. They'd practiced, after all.
Coach Clayton was fuming. Just when he'd thought he'd found an outlet for all the sexual tension that was built up behind the dam of his enforced celibacy, the guy has to break off right when things were getting interesting.
Guess he might as well try the cold shower again.
This time, however, he was paying a little more attention, and he did hear the odd noises from the locker room.
Everyone stared at him as if frozen. He recognized everyone, of course, but that made it all the more surprising to see them in the positions they were in. On one end of the room, Gregory was clutching onto Trevor from behind, while Trevor had his balls dangling from the tip of Preston's tongue, who had been having his meat suckled by Gregory, whose legs dangled off the edge of the bench while Connor sat on his cock, who seemed to have been simultaneously sucking off Vincent himself and pounding Jed's ass, who in turn was obviously the owner of the spittle covering Vincent's balls.
The team had never seen Coach Clayton get so red in the face.
The silence lasted a few agonizing seconds, then Jed released the racoon's ballsack from his mouth and said, "Uh, hey coach. Do... you want to fuck?"
Coach Clayton suddenly realized he might have found an even better outlet.
By the time he had Vincent's cock up his butt, Conner's in one hand and Jed's in the other, Preston's grinding smoothly against his own, and was busy stuffing both Trevor's and Gregory's into his mouth, he was sure of it.
By that time next week, Darla was at an utter loss as to why her fiance had stopped pressuring her to sleep with him. Not that she minded, of course, but it was still odd.
Oh well. It just went to show you how devoted he was to her, once he bit the bullet.
"Where's Wade?" Jonathan asked, sitting down and shuffling the deck.
The twins paused for a moment, each halfway through kicking off their pants and boxers, and grinned at eachother. "He's got a date!" announced Todd.
"Hey! I wanted to tell them!" yelled Tucker.
"Really?" asked their father, entering the room, "Female?"
"Nuh uh!" explained Tucker, talking over his twin, "It's that guy who he saw screwing their teacher, remember? And now they've been hanging out ALL the TIME!"
"He's pretty hot, too," added Todd.
"So they're fairly securely an item, then?" asked Alden as he handed out the slips of paper with all their names written in ballpoint ink.
"I dunno. I hope so. I mean, Wade seems to be pretty nuts about this guy," Todd said.
"And if you'd seen him naked, you'd know why!" Tucker crowed, "They're so hot together, too, I got a major-"
"We're you spying on your brother and his boyfriend having sex!?" Dad's brows lowered.
"...maybe." Tucker ventured.
"Well... next time, ask their permission first."
"...kay."
"Ante up, boys," Jonothan announced, and they each put in a slip of paper redeemable for any sexual favor from the person whose name it bore. "And Todd," he said as he started dealing, "No losing the first hand on purpose."
Todd cursed under his breath.
"Come in!" said Mr. Barnel.
The door opened, and a husky head poked around the edge.
"Ferguson! Good to see you!" the lion smiled. "What can I do for you?"
"Well," said Ed, "I know you said you didn't have anything else left to teach me, but-"
"Yes..."
"Well," Ed beckoned to someone behind him, "I've brought you a new student!"
Wade waved and grinned sheepishly.
For the next out of town game the team went to, Wade made sure to bring along a deck of cards.
After all, the team had to have something to do in the motel room.