Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2022 01:04:38 -0400 From: Master Will Subject: CH 9 Hard as Nails ***. Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people or events is purely coincidental. Locations within Florida have been used by the author to create the setting. Don't read if you shouldn't because you're under 18 or live in an area where it would be illegal. I appreciate all the positive comments and constructive feedback I've been receiving. This is a prequel to the story Nailed It published on Nifty. Watch for the sequel in the coming months. Please continue to email me at mastersounder2015@gmail.com. Enjoy the story! **As always PLEASE keep Nifty free by donating to the website! Even small donations go a long way. Please support the Nifty Archive! At the following URL: http://donate.nifty.org/ Let them know you're donating at my request. Thank you. Hard As Nails: Ch 9 -- Enrolled Clay woke at 7:30 to Clay's side of their bed being empty and his morning coffee sitting on his nightstand. Swinging his legs over the side he sat up and sipped his coffee. He ran through what had to be accomplished today. First, he had to check on why their furniture had not arrived yesterday. Then he needed to get the chicken coop started, fix lunch and get the kids to the high school to complete enrollment and orientation. He meandered out of his bedroom and headed to the corner bedroom to make sure the guys were up. He found the room empty but noticed it smelled heavily of cum. "Another circle jerk?" he wondered." I need to talk to them about how to clean up properly after the cum, especially Fifth and AJ with their uncut dicks." He walked downstairs to find three of the boys sitting at the kitchen table, "Morning boys, you're up early." "Morning Pops," Fifth smiled as he got up and fixed a plate of his attempt at a ham scramble for breakfast. Alex and Gun also greeted him through mouths stuffed with toast and jelly. "Did Dad and AJ leave already?" "About ten minutes ago," Fifth answered as he sat his father's plate in front of him. "We were both up for a run at 6 for our run. When we got back, I started breakfast while Dad woke AJ and the others. We ate breakfast and Dad and AJ headed out to start his driving lesson and overview of the operations." "He's been running at 5:30 or 6 for most of his life. He only misses a run occasionally. I'm glad he got to have breakfast with you boys this morning. I do want to speak to you three without the ladies present though/ You can relay what I have to say to AJ later." The three teens looked at their father, wondering what they had done this time. This morning, I went to check to make sure you were up for our workday. You were, which is awesome. However, I noticed the corner bedroom reeked of cum. Now I surmise you've discovered the joys of a circle jerk. I have no issues with how you get off. We hope that you're not engaging in unprotected sex with others, though I understand the average age in the US for first-time sexual encounters is 14. You need to learn to clean up properly afterward. It's especially important for AJ and you Fifth. Being uncut semen can get caught very easily in your prepuce. Use a washcloth to clean the glans and wipe up any semen that's splattered on your bodies. Fifth be sure to skin back your prepuce and clean under it," "Pops I know about cock cheese," Fifth commented defensively. "Then you know semen is not part a normal part of smegma. Tell us mister smarty pants what is and use the correct terms not locker room language." Fifth swallowed hard. He regretted mouthing off when Pops was only trying to be helpful. His father knew science terminology was not his thing. "It's a collection of dead skin cells and oils that collect under the foreskin of uncircumcised males." "Almost perfect Fifth. Does anyone else think they can do better?" Gunner piped up, "It is a combination of exfoliated (shed) epithelial cells, transudate skin oils produced by specialized glands, and moisture which occurs in both male and female mammalian genitalia, whether they be cut or uncut." "Excellent. Thank you, Mr. Science Guy," Pops smiled. "Semen is not a part of the `cheese' as it is called in slang. You will find most women and men find its smell repulsive. There are those, however, who do find it hot in certain sexual situations." Alex inquired, "Isn't it supposed to help in intercourse?" "Erik, you are correct. It is supposed to be a natural lubricant." Fifth swallowed hard before asking, "Pops, I have heard vaginas smell like fish. Is that because of smegma?" "Good question Fifth," Vic interjected from the doorway. "No, the odor is most often associated with a bacterial infection known as vaginitis." "Listen to your sister Fifth. We had this discussion 2 years ago." "Why the sudden interest brother dearest? Planning on going down on the little blond from last night?" "Victoria Elizabeth!" "Sorry Pops. But I don't see why we can't talk like boys do about sex." "It wasn't the locker-room speech. It was the way you referenced the young lady and the snarky tone of your voice. And you know it." "Sorry Pops. I apologize Fifth." "I've made my points about cleanliness gentlemen. Any questions?" The three boys shook their heads no and Fifth served Vic her breakfast. Gitte came in and greeted her siblings and kissed her father's cheek. "Morning Pops! Sleep well?" "Well enough," Sean answered picking up his phone. He scrolled through contacts and located the number of the moving company. He called it. When it was answered Sean began, "This is Mr. Walls. Where is our furniture? You were supposed to deliver it yesterday. We never got a call." He listened a moment. "Alright, I'll hold." He placed the phone on the table and put it on the speaker phone. Two minutes later the representative was back on the call. "Mr. Walls, your shipment was delayed because of that accident on I4 near the 417. It shut down all traffic for 4 hours. I don't understand why no one called to notify you. I apologize for that. I just spoke to the attendant in your truck and they are just now pulling into Arcadia on Hwy 70. They estimate to be at your location in 35 minutes. If they are not please call us back so we can stay on top of this delivery." "Thank you. I'll let you know. Goodbye." He ended the call. "Clothing is not optional in 30 minutes. After they drop things off, we'll start on the chicken coop." "We'll go up and clean up the corner bedroom Pops," Gunnar said excusing himself from the table. Erik and Fifth did the same and followed their youngest brother upstairs. "What's your plan for us?" Gitte asked. "Help with the chicken coop or unpack anything going into the Salon." "I'll help with the coop," Gitte stated. "I'll keep unpacking., Vic noted between bites. "You know Fifth is becoming a really good cook." "He seems to have a knack for it," Pops commented. "Hopefully he will show more of an interest in his studies this year now that he's on the football team." "Well, it is only JV," Vic said. "But he is good at what he does. Do you think he'll become a quarterback like Dad?" "Time will tell. I think his current interests are defensive line only. He likes blocking guys and tussling with them. Now my plan for when the movers arrive, Vic, you'll direct them outside. Boxes with a B go to the Boys' wing, G to your Salon, and M to the Main House. Gitte you'll direct placement of boxes in the Salon, Fifth will handle T2 and I'll direct placement in here." "You have it all planned out as usual Pops," Vic commented. "I have another question to ask regarding Reed Enterprises," Sean nodded for his daughter to proceed. "How are the profits divided?" "Ah, the money question. The profits are divided among the family as follows. Your grandparents get 1 share, as do each of your great aunts. Their shares do not pass on to their heirs. Rather they roll back into the overall profits. The same happens with your two aunts and uncle. They each get 1 share as do your father and me. So, the profits are divided by 8 currently. When we retire from running the place, we retain our share but whichever one of you takes on the job his or her spouse gets a share for life, and the other 5 siblings each start drawing their share. You guys must wait 20 years or so before you see the cash." "Doesn't sound too complicated," Vic responded. "It's not. We are going to propose a change when the family gathers in November for Thanksgiving. We're going to add a share for the company to build up revenue for future projects. Upstairs the boys were gathering up the sheets to do laundry as well as taking the sleeping bags out to air. They had showered earlier, yet Fifth went ahead and retracted his foreskin and washed the area again. Gun and Alex made the bed and put fresh towels and wash clothes in the bathroom. At 8:40 the moving van pulled up in front of the house. Sean, Vic, Fifth, and Gitte met the three men who would be unloading the truck. Erik and Gunnar started moving lumber to the chicken coop foundation. As the boys dropped off the first 2 X 6s they spotted their grandfather and uncle walking across the field beyond T2. They ran to meet them. "Morning boys," Leon smiled as he was hugged and kissed by each of the teens. "What are you up to this morning?" After giving his uncle a hug and kiss, Alex responded, "We're hauling the wood over for the new chicken coop. When Pops is done with the movers, we're going to start framing it." "We don't have to wait on your father. Dad and I can help you with the framing. Get your grandfather a lawn chair though so he can sit while I help you two move wood," RJ directed. The two teens got their grandfather a chair and set up two sawhorses with a 2' x 4' piece of plywood that had the plans Pops had stapled to it. Leon perused the plans, "Sean has done a good job. This coop will accommodate the 10 chickens Mother is getting for you as well as room for more." RJ looked at them and commented, "The only change I would suggest is putting wood on the bottom half of the door." Leon nodded, "Safer to kick open when carrying eggs out." Alex carried a box of caulk and bonding agents and set them down while Gun carried the box with the laser level, stainless steel screws, the Ryobi drills, Ryobi Circular saw batteries, and other hardware they would need. The team got to work. Leon would direct and RJ and his nephews began the frame out. Out front, Vic was directing the rather slow-moving team where to move carious boxes and the few pieces of furniture that had finally arrived. Sean kept walking to the front door to see what was taking so long. From what he could tell, the truck had been loaded with furniture first followed by the packing boxes arranged in order. The things for T2 had been last so they were first off, followed by items for the Salon, and lastly the main house. The furniture pieces finally came off and he was relieved that their copy of David was carried inside the house. He had them place it in the elevator and he hit the button sending it upstairs. Sean raced up the stairs to meet the elevator. He moved the statue of David into their bedroom and began unwrapping it. When all was said and done it was 10:30 when he signed the receipt and the drivers left. Vic left to continue unpacking in the Salon. Fifth came into the main house to collect his father. "Wait till you see the chicken coop Pops!" "Did something happen to the materials?" Pops replied anxiously. The day was not going as planned. "Just wait till you see!" Fifth motioned for his father to follow him outside. Sean walked around the house to find a completely framed out chicken coop. Erik and Gunnar were finishing mounting the first of the two access doors. RJ was finishing up the assembly of the second door. "Bro so glad you could join us," RJ shot Sean a shit-eating grin. "We improved your door design a bit based on our experience with chickens," He sank the last screw holding the door bottom kick plate into position. "You guys are fantastic! I was just feeling upset that I'd wasted so much time this morning with the moving truck. Thank you, Thank you!" He gave his sweaty brother-in-law a bear hug and kissed his cheek. Then he did the same to this father-in-law and his two sons. Gitte arrived, "I'm ready to work!" "Grandpa is in charge of assignments," Pops noted. "Well, you three can start building the boxes for the nests. Sean, do you want to build the first 10 or all twenty?" "We'll do the twenty. That way the thing is done." "I'll start bringing the Tybeck around," RJ began. Erik and Gunnar hang this second door. The two brothers picked up the door and carried it to the far side of the coop's enclosure. They attached the spring-loaded hinges and soon had the door mounted. They then attached the interior spring to keep the door closed. Sean showed Gitte and Fifth how to construct the prefabricated nesting boxes and the threesome soon had the first three finished and were starting on the next set. RJ and his nephews began affixing the Tybeck to the exterior of the coop. By 11:00 the four walls were in place. RJ called, "Andreas, you sure you want to put Tybeck under the metal roof?" "Yeah bro, we're going to insulate this sucker as well. I'm hoping to keep them warm in winter and cool in summer." "Gotcha, we'll add it now," RJ responded as he cut the Tybeck to fir the roof area. Clay and AJ pulled in at 11:30 to find most of the family admiring the morning's work. "You going to finish it today Chief?" `Can't, we have the school this afternoon." "Dad and I can finish up Andreas," RJ offered. "Just tell me what you want to line the inside with after it's insulated." "Did you see the bead board in the 4th garage bay?" That's the walls and ceiling. The metal roof sheets are in there too." "I'll find them." "My goodness doesn't this look fine," Martha Reed commented walking up from the field into the yard. She carried a large picnic hamper. I brought along lunch: fried chicken and macaroni salad. Everything Daddy is not allowed to have but he's been working today so I'll spoil him a bit." Leon walked over and kissed his wife's lips sticking his tongue into her mouth. She pushed him back. "Daddy, not in front of the grandkids." "How to hell do they think they got here if we hadn't done stuff like that to get their old man hatched," Leon laughed. "Shall we eat beside the pool?" Clay offered to change the subject. RJ answered, "Last one in is a rotten egg!" as he stripped out of his shorts and ran bare assed naked and barefoot across the grass to jump into the deep end of the pool. He was followed by a group of whooping and hollering teenagers who were stripping off their clothes. They in turn were followed by their fathers who were getting naked as well. Martha and Leon finally arrived at the pool. Setting down the basket Martha stripped and dove in followed by Leon. "Grandpa's the rotten egg," Gitte cried. "No, he's not," Gun countered. "She is." He pointed at Vic who was emerging from the Salon in her sarong. "What am I, Gun?" she asked. "You're the last one in, so Uncle RJ says you're the rotten egg." "Uncle RJ! How could you!" Vic cried in mock anger. RJ splashed water at her, "Easy as pie Vic." After they cooled off a bit Martha started laying out the food. AJ and Erik brought out teas and sodas according to everyone's order. They sat and enjoyed the noon time sum under the large shade screen over the picnic table. "AJ how was your driving lesson?" RJ asked his nephew. "It was the most awesome thing I've ever done. I only got stuck once shifting from first to second crossing near the pastures." "He did a fine job just as his brothers have done," Clay added. "Have you all thought about electives for this afternoon?" Pops inquired. Fifth answered, "I'm thinking something simple, Domestic Engineering if they offer it." "What in the world is that?" Martha puzzled. RJ answered, "Back in the day they called it Home Ec Mom." "Oh, they've updated the lingo." "Something like that, Mom." "Back up choice?" Clay inquired. "Business course of some kind. After all, we have Reed Enterprises as well as Walls Interior Designs as family companies." Both parents smiled at the interest Fifth was showing. "While my brother has his sports slot in hand," Vic commented. I plan to try out for the cheerleading squad. Failing that I might look at the bowling team or soccer." For my electives, I'm thinking about the chorus and perhaps journalism." "I'm looking at cheerleading too," Gitte confessed. I might look at Swimming as a backup." "Well, the swim team has only been around 5 years. It started because Hezekiah Hiley's daughter wanted to compete in swim meets. They have an Olympic-sized pool at their home on the other side of town. They have four daughters, and they have all been swimmers. The youngest is a freshman this year. No telling what will happen if she loses interest. The team practices at the Hiley's but when we host meets it must be held at the YMCA up in Wauchula," Martha explained. "That's good to know Mormor. Thank you. For my elective, I'm going to go with Art." "Me too Sis," Gunnar added. I may try out for golf or soccer. Then again maybe I'll volunteer to help with team sports like being a water boy. See how I feel sitting there." "Well, I'm going to try for cheerleading as well,' AJ offered. They need tall and strong guys to help lift those young ladies into the air." He gave everyone his shit-eating grin, which caused giggles around the table. "For my elective, I want to look at ROTC." "That brings us to use Erik," Pops nodded toward the teen. "If I must try out for a sport, I'd say baseball. However, I'm not betting my life on being a star player making it into MLB," he said flatly. "I'd like to see what they have with photography as Gunnar has inspired me to look at photojournalism. I could also explore something in the agriculture and husbandry lines because we're in the business." "Seems you are all prepared for this afternoon," Leon opined. "Remains to be seen Dad," Clay admitted. The six teens began cleaning up from lunch. Martha packed up her picnic hamper and started to walk back to her house, Clay and Sean repaired to their bedroom to shower and dress for their meeting at the high school. The teens finished the cleanup and headed to their wings to shower and dress to impress. "I have to admit Clay," Sean began as he washed his husband's back, "that I'm concerned about the quality of the program at the high school. The kids are used to being challenged and I'm not sure they'll get that here." Clay turned around and drew his husband to him under the shower head, "Let's see how the first semester goes. We can always home school them using the Virtual school set up by the state." "Yes, so you told me. I'm just anxious that we may screw up their thirst for knowledge." "Sean Andres Walls Reed, are we talking about the same six teens with whom we just had lunch? Seems to me they are self-aware of what they want. It is our job to monitor and watch for any untoward changes in behavior, attitude, grades, and relationships." "Look at you being all Dom all of a sudden," Chief teased. Clay stuck out his tongue, "This is about the only dominant part of me, and you know it. I can run my mouth with the best of them. When you're being an ass, it is my job to tell you so." "I stand advised if not corrected." The couple finished their shower, toweled off, shaved, and prepared for their appointment. At one o'clock Clay hit all call on the intercom. "Meet downstairs in the kitchen in 15 minutes." Sean gathered up the 6 sealed folders the schools in Orange County had provided them. They contained transcripts, test records, and health records. The couple walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Vic and Fifth were there already. Gitte and Gunnar arrived next followed a few moments later by AJ and Alex. "Seems we're ready to go," Clay commented as he grabbed the Escalade's keys, and the family headed to the garage. They passed Leon who was advising RJ on how to place the metal sheeting on the roof. "See y'all later. Thanks again for working on the coop." RJ and Leon waved as the family got into the Escalade. Sean was driving and he headed down the drive toward Lipe Road and on into Arcadia. A case of the nerves had settled over the teens. They had been with the same group of kids in school their whole lives. This was a new feeling for them. At the high school, Sean parked the Escalade and the family got out and walked together into the main office. The receptionist greeted them, "Good afternoon. You must be Coach Reed and Mr. Walls and these must be your children. What strong resemblances they have to you both. I am Belinda Gomez." "Good afternoon Ms. Gomez," Sean began, "We have an appointment to complete our children's enrollment." "Yes Sir, we have been expecting you. You're going to be in the main conference room here in the administration office. Please follow me." The petite brunette led them to the end of the counter and through a doorway that led to another hallway. Immediately to the right was the conference room. "Please make yourself comfortable. They'll be right with you." The family arranged themselves in order around the table. Sean near the head, Clay to his right followed by the teens in birth order. Sean piled the 6 dossiers on the table and folded his hands. "Deep breathes everybody This is a piece of cake." A knock at the door drew their attention as a man and woman entered and headed to the head of the table. "Good afternoon, I'm, Brian Polke, Counselor for Sophomores and Seniors this year." "I'm Melonie Spencer, Counselor for Juniors and Freshman. Welcome to AHS. You must be the Reed Walls family." "Yes Ms. Spencer, I'm Sean Walls, my husband Clay Reed, Victoria, Birgitte, Leon, Andrew, Erik, and Gunnar." "Very pleased to meet all of you," she responded. Mr. Polke continued, "This is pretty straightforward today. We've received the electronic transfer of records from Orange County. I assume these are the paper copies for our files," he noted pointing at the stack in front of Sean. Sean pushed them toward the counselors. "Yes, we were told to provide them in case something happened to the electronic transfer." "Excellent, excellent. We'll place them in each of their cum folders here for safe keeping as well. Ladies," he turned his grey eyes toward Vic and Gitte. "You ladies have remarkable academic records. We're excited to see you joining our sophomore class. You won't be in the same classes at the same time though. You will each be taking English II, Geometry, Biology, US History, and PE. Have you thought about an elective you would like to take this semester?" "I would like to look at either journalism or chorus," Vic offered. "Both are available Miss Reed. Journalism can be taken 1 semester at a time. The chorus on the other hand is a year-long commitment. Which speaks to your heart the most?' Vic thought for a moment. "I'll commit to the chorus." Excellent, excellent. Chorus it is. And you Miss Walls?" "I wish to study art. I love to paint." "Excellent, excellent. You are enrolled in art. Now do either of you have any questions?" "I do," Sean interjected. "Are they being enrolled in regular classes or AP classes?" "They are regular core classes, Mr. Walls." "Can we bump them up to AP? Both of our daughters are used to advanced placement coursework." Polke looked at Ms. Gomez who grinned at him and nodded. "We had discussed the possibility but thought they might want to get used to the school before taking on additional workloads." "I'm sure they can both handle AP without any issues as you can see by their records, they were in AP classes last year." "Very well, give me a moment to make those changes," Mr. Polke requested. He began typing info into his tablet. "Changes made. Both of you," he was speaking directly to Vic and Gitte, "will be in the same 4 classes. You will be in different PE classes and of course, your chorus and art classes will be different." "Thank you, Sir," both girls responded. "Yes, thank you, Mr. Polke," Sean added. "Now we have arranged for two seniors to escort you around the campus for your tour today," Polke picked up the headset for the phone and dialed the intercom. "Please send them in now, Belinda." As he hung up the conference room door opened, and the two seniors walked in. The first was a well-built brunette, with hazel eyes and a deep tan. His smile lit up his face and his eyes twinkled. The other was Frank Thomas, from the bowling team and Vic's heart pounded a little harder seeing the dark-haired muscular jock with the dark brown eyes follow his friend into the room. May I introduce," Polke began... "Frank Thomas," Vic said quietly. "Oh, you know each other. Excellent, excellent. And this young man is Gordon Playfoot. He's the son of Lillian Playfoot our media specialist. Gentlemen, thank you for being guides today. Please show the young ladies around our campus." "Yes, Mr. Polke," Gordon answered. "Ladies, if you will come with us please." The two girls rose and followed the seniors out to begin their tour. Now, gentlemen, it is our turn to plan. Let me start by asking if all four of you want to be in AP classes as well?" Melonie Spencer inquired. "I do," Gunnar spoke up. "If that's ok Dad and Pops?" "We think you can handle it," Sean agreed. "How about you Leon?' Ms. Spencer asked. "No, I don't believe I want to try AP this year. Let me get my feet wet. Oh. and please call me Fifth. Leon is my grandfather." Ms. Spencer smiled and nodded. "What about you Erik?" Erik looked toward his fathers, "AP for me." "Me too," AJ put in without waiting to be asked. Melonie looked toward Clay and Sean who both nodded their agreement. "Very well. Let me start with Fifth as your schedule just needs an elective to be complete. What would you like to take this semester?" "I want to learn how to meal plan, cook, and do some basic things around a house. Do you have something like that here?" "Yes, it's called Family and Consumer Science. It is a semester-long course which you may continue into the second semester." "May I take it this semester?" "Certainly you may. Ms. Maggy will be delighted to have a football player in her class." She entered the info into her tablet and printed out Fifth's Schedule. She then buzzed Belinda for another guide. Who would walk in then but blond and blued-eyed Fancy Lord from the swim team! Fifth's heart raced he felt his dick jump and he struggled to keep from throwing a boner. "Fancy Lord, I'd like to introduce you to Fifth Reed." "We met last night at the Grill, Ms. Spencer. Happy to see you again Fifth. Do you want to come with me for your tour?" she smiled at the love-struck teen. "Y, ye,... yes, I would," Fifth finally got out as he stood and followed the swimmer out of the conference room." Sean and Clay winked at each other. "OK, I have Andrew next," Melonie continued. "The same thing that applied to your sisters will apply to you and two of your brothers. You'll all be in the same AP classes. We can try to stagger your electives but we're such a small school it can be difficult. "Andrew, what elective would you like?" "Please feel free to call me AJ, Ma'am. I'd like to enlist in the ROTC if there is room." "It's Army JROTC, AJ. Let me check availability. It's a very popular program here. Many young people see limited possibilities in Arcadia and are hoping a military career will give them a way out. Ms. Spencer played with her tablet. "There are four slots left. Please understand it is a year-long commitment." "Yes, Ma'am I understand," AJ replied. "Once more Ms. Spencer adjusted the schedule and printed it out for AJ. She buzzed the front office. "Belinda is Hector Perez out there for tours?" She listened to the response. "Please send him back." Turning back to the Reed Walls family she stated," I tried to pair Juniors with Freshman. In your case AJ," Hector entered the room, "I'd like to introduce you to the Vice President of the Senior Class Hector Perez. Hector, this is AJ Reed. He just signed up for JROTC." A broad smile crossed the Hispanic teen's face. "Welcome aboard AJ. Colonel Ronald Pugh is a great instructor. I think I saw him in his portable earlier. If he's here I'll introduce you. I'm completing my fourth year in ROTC and plan on enlisting in the Army right after graduation in May." "Pleased to meet you, Hector. My Uncle RJ is a Colonel in the Air Force. I'm looking forward to learning more about JROTC." "Perhaps you can invite him to speak to our Cadets sometime>" "I'd be happy to issue the invitation with Colonel Pugh's permission." The two lads headed out to explore the campus. "That was a good match," Clay offered." "I thought so Junior. I'm sorry, Mr. Reed. You're here as a parent. I shouldn't be so familiar." "Melonie, we've known each other forever. Please call me Clay though." "Will do Clay. Now Erik A Walls is next." She tapped info into the tablet switching him to AP classes. "What are you looking at as an elective Erik?" "I'm not sure. I have an interest in Photojournalism as well as Agriculture and Animal Husbandry. DO you have anything like that here?" We offer a Foundations of Agricultural Science course here. It is a year-long course as well. We don't offer a photojournalism course but there is a photography club you may find interesting." "Sounds like a plan Ms. Spencer," Erik replied. Both his parents nodded their agreement. "You will be in PE with Fifth." "That's great," Erik answered as Ms. Spencer buzzed for the next tour guide. The teen that entered the conference room had flaming red hair brighter. Her blue eyes twinkled as she smiled at Erik who had stood up to greet her. "I'm Eric Walls." "Pleased to meet you, Eric. I'm Clare Horton. If you will follow me and I'll show you around." "Clare, here's his schedule," Ms. Spencer noted. The guide took the schedule and led Erik out of the room. "Last but not least, Gunnar A Walls." "Yes Ma'am, Gun for short. I want to take Art." "Well that was easy enough," she replied as she typed something into her tablet and hit print. "You'll be in the same PE class as AJ." She buzzed Belinda and the last tour guide arrived -- Billy Martin. "Gunnar I'd like you to meet..." "Bill Martin," Gunnar stood and held out his hand toward the tight end. "Good to see you again. Thanks again for the food recommendations last night." "It was my pleasure Gunnar," Billy responded. "Billy will be your guide today, Gunnar. I'm glad you've already met." She handed Gunnar's schedule to Billy and the two lads were out the door. Clay and Sean winked at eat other. "Well that wasn't too bad was it Clay, Sean?" Melonie inquired. "Easier than we could have hoped for Mel," Clay responded. "The tour guides helped a lot." "Yes, we started pairing new students a few years back in a sort of take-off of Big Brother and Sister programs. It's been very successful. Do either of you have any questions?" "Melonie at our last school there were lab fees for everything. What do we owe here for fees so we can write a check before we leave today?" Sean asked. "Sorry to say, I don't know off hand, but I will find out." She picked up the phone and dialed the bookkeeper. "Hey Dolly, Will you please pull up six schedules for the Reed and Walls family and tell me what fees are needed? The parents want to pay upfront today." She listened a moment. "Yes, I'm with the parents in the conference room." Melonie turned back to the two men. "Are you looking forward to teaching and coaching here Clay?" "I'm excited by the possibilities. I am just very thankful my husband has put his career on the back burner so I can complete my teaching career." He smiled at Sean who squeezed Farm Boy's hand. "What line of work are you in Mr. Walls?" "I am an interior designer and architect," Sean informed her. "Oh have you designed for anyone famous?" "A gentleman never tells Ms. Spencer. But yes, I've had my share of the rich and famous here in the United States and abroad." "It must be an exciting life. I hope you don't get bored here in Arcadia," the guidance counselor stated. "That makes two of us," Clay chimed in. Melonie called Belinda again. "We're ready." She hung up the phone as the door opened and the Administration Team entered the conference room. Joe Eisly, the principal, and Dora Murphy, Assistant Principal. Gary Lambert, Assistant Principal, Cory Smathers, Dean of Students, and Mr. Poole returned. Coach Reed, Mr. Walls, we want to officially welcome you to the AHS family," the principal began. "We are looking forward to working together as a team with you in our math department Clay as well as our Head Football Coach. Mr. Walls, we hope you will be involved in our Parent Advisory Group. Mr. Poole has told us your children have elected to participate in AP classes which is a benefit not only to them but to us as an institution. I know you children are off on their tours and we would like to take you on a tour ourselves and explain to you our vision and hopes for our school." "Thank you for the gracious welcome Mr. Eisly. Sean and I are happy to be here. You will find we are very involved parents and are not shy about praising what we see as benefitting our children as well as pointing out where a school is failing them." "I'd be happy to learn more about the Advisory Group so I can make an informed decision," Sean added. "Cory, would you mind pulling together PAG material for Mr. Walls to review?" I'll get it ready so they can have it when you bring them back from their tour." Smathers replied. The group filed out of the office to begin their tour. Each guide had taken the student assigned to them on a different path around the campus. Each also talked up various groups and sports teams. Billy chose a more direct route as he quickly showed Gunnar the classrooms he would be in, the cafeteria, gym, and finally the media center. Miss Playfoot left already. She usually likes to talk to new students, but she had an appointment. My office is back here. The media center was shaped like a large L. At the far end of the L were restrooms and a storage closet. Billy led Gunnar to the storage closet and pulled the teen inside. He closed the door and flipped the light switch on. "I've done nothing but think about your cock since you gave me a glimpse of it last night. I even jacked off thinking about it." He fell to his knees and started undoing Gunnar's pants. "Whoa there, Bill! What do you think you're doing?" "I'm doing what I should have done last night. Just relax," he said as he fished Gunnar's cock out of his skivvies. Gunnar grabbed the tight end's head to stop him. Bill looked up at him with his dark brown eyes. "You know you want this as much as I do. Let this submissive faggot boy service you, Sir." He struggled against Gunnar's hold on his head but was only able to get close enough to kiss the plum-colored mushroom cock head. A shudder ran through Gun's body as his prick pulsed and seemed to get as hard as nails. Bill's eyes grew wider as his prize towered just beyond his reach. Gunnar's mind was processing information quickly. He thought about his parents' pet names for each other, Chief and Farm Boy. He remembered what he had overheard at their bedroom door the night before. He made the connection that their relationship had always been in plain sight but that the family didn't know the code words. Here was a submissive, degrading himself before him and calling him Sir. He realized the command he had over this cocksucker. He brought the self-described faggot's face two inches closer and let his cock head rest in his mouth. The tight end focused his attention on the mushroom head. His tongue circled it and concentrated his efforts at the sensitive point just under the tip of the glans. He tried to pull back to ask to deep throat his new playmate, but Gunnar held him firmly in place. Bill tried to say, "Please sir," through his full mouth but the garbled sounds were unrecognizable. Gunnar was coming to grips with being in control of the situation that Bill had set up. "So you're a submissive faggot boy. Well, faggot here are some new rules for you if you ever want to see or touch my cock again. First, you are no longer Billy. You are Bill. Billy makes you sound like a sissy, and I don't want a sissy swinging on my cock. When we're alone you will refer to me as Sir. You will follow whatever orders I give you to the letter. You won't be sucking any other cocks in town except mine. If I hear of anyone saying they were with you after today. We're done. Understood?" He pushed Bill's head back, so he was free to answer. "Sir, yes Sir." "That's a good faggot," Gunnar replied as he pulled Bill's head back onto his cock until the teen's nose was in his pubes. His sense of power thrilled him as he began to face fuck the town's youngest experienced cocksucker. As Gun plowed away at Bill's face, the tight end undid his pants, fished out his cock, and started whacking away to release his load. "I didn't give you permission to touch your cock! Put your hands behind your back!" Bill quickly complied. Gunnar kept a tight hold on the black locks letting his fingers intertwine with the hair. He started moving the teen's head back and forth on his cock. "Maybe I should refer to you as fuck face," he mused. Bill couldn't reply as he was busy trying to breathe around the thick cock riding 8 inches into his mouth and throat. "Or perhaps I should piss into you and make you mu urinal. Then again, I could spin you around and fuck your sweet ass that you swish around town." Gunnar wondered where the ideas were coming from as he talked about using Bill to get off. Bill decided to break the order he had been given to put his hands behind his back. He placed them instead on Gunnar's knees. Hearing no objection he reached one hand up to play with the teen's balls. Hearing only a moan of pleasure he used his other hand to lightly touch Gunnar's perineum. As Bill's fingers reached the spot just before touching Gun's asshole, Walls pulled Bill's head into his groin and held it as he blasted 8 squirts of semen into the faggot's throat. When his orgasm subsided, Gunnar released his grasp on Bill's head and the junior pulled his mouth from the cock he had serviced. "Thank you, Sir," he stated. "You're welcome boy," I look forward to the next time you service me. Remember the rules I set down." Yes, Sir, I'll remember. I can only serve you. I can only refer to myself as Bill. IN private I am to call you Sir." "And another rule, I control your dick. You may only touch it to piss with it and wash it. If it gets hard and you want to jack off you have to ask permission. I may or may not grant it. For now, though I want to see your asshole." Bill stood up and dropped his pants. He bent over and pulled his cheeks apart. Gunnar stared at the hairless hole nestled between bubble cheeks. It was pink like a cherry blossom. He reached out and ran his finger over it. Bill shuddered at his touch. "Now entertain me by jacking off. You have three minutes to cum starting now," Gun set the stopwatch on his iPhone. Bill started jacking off staring at Gunnar's smiling face. He truly wanted to please this boy that was 2 years his junior. Gunnar observed that Bill used a full-fisted technique as he masturbated. His penis was about 6 ½ inches long and had a narrow spear-like head. He used his free hand to play with his balls and his asshole. "One minute to go Bill. Get er done," Gunnar warned. Bill stuck his free index finger in his mouth, reached back, and stuck his finger in his ass. He shot 4 spurts of semen onto the storage closet floor as he shuddered through his orgasm. "Very good boy. That was very entertaining and enlightening. I'll have to try out your ass sometime soon." "Sis, yes Sir. Sir may fuck me, piss on me, in me, whatever Sir wants. This faggot belongs to Sir Gunnar. The two teens redressed in silence. Gunnar was wondering if Pops had the same sort of reactions to dominating Dad as he had had dominating Bill. Bill checked that it was all clear in the library. The two teens continued back to the main office to rejoin the others." Ms. Spencer saw them first, "Billy, we thought you got lost. I was just about to do an all-call for you to hurry on back." "Sorry Ms. Spencer, I was showing Gunnar the media center and lost track of time. I'd also like to ask you to not call me Billy anymore. Bill will do just fine, please." "Of course, Bill." "I will say goodbye for now. I hope to see you again soon." He shook hands with Gunnar before moving on to the rest of the family. As he shook Sean's hand, the father of six could smell cum on Bill's breath. Sean glanced at Gunnar but said nothing. He also noticed the nod Bill gave Gunnar as he passed him with eyes looking down at the teen's crotch. He also noted Gunnar straighten up and smile as Bill passed by him in the hall. Guess there would be more to talk about sooner than later he thought to himself. But it would have to wait for another day.