"Hey Coach, were you always queer?" Mitchell asked. Coach, Finn, Jeff and Max were in the hot tub, and post fuck Mitchell and Dewey were on the surrounding deck, having come over from the CF fuck platform to join the conversation.
"Not this queer, I've never been this fucking queer," Coach replied, laughing. "I think I did always know that about myself, but I fought it harder than, say, Jeff, appears to be fighting it. I'd had more girlfriends, some seemingly serious, than secret boyfriends before I met Paul, and I finally began to accept the fact that I wasn't really bisexual, as I'd been telling myself, I was just practicing heterosexuality to dampen the much stronger attraction I had to men. The way Paul's cock felt inside me was largely, but not entirely, responsible for that new understanding of myself. Certainly, that was the tipping point."
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"The only thing I'm fighting is Landen," Jeff said, which made no sense to anyone other than Max, and for different reasons, Dewey. And while he didn't say anything at the time, Coach noted the dissension among some of his players, which would need to be snuffed out quickly before it spread.
"Save me some of that whoop ass, brother," Dewey said to Jeff. "Coach, I was just telling Mitchell good night. I've got to get home or my mom will be busting up in here with a switch. She's got a rule that if I don't tell her I'm spending the night out before I leave the house, I'm not spending the night out. Just wanted to say thanks for allowing me to hang out here tonight. I'll see you in the morning, though."
"There's a lot of wisdom behind your mom's rule, Dewey, so we'll need to plan better next time," Coach replied. Jeff noted that Coach didn't directly respond to Dewey's reference to their Saturday morning date.
"'Night, homey, you were the best," Mitchell told Dewey as he was getting dressed. "See you tomorrow."
"You too, white boy," Dewey replied, laughing, and then gave Mitchell a big kiss. "'Night, guys."
"What time is it, anyway?" Coach asked after Dewey left.
"I don't think you want to know, Coach," Finn said, looking at his watch.
"Don't listen to him, Coach," Jeff said, "he's just trying to get you back in the sack."
"Which is a great fucking idea," Coach replied. "Mitchell, you're welcome to sleep with us, or you and Finn can take the room at the end of the hall... after I make good on the promise, I made him." He stood up and climbed out of the hot tub, showing off his boner.
"If you guys are going to fuck again," Mitchell said, "I'll watch if you don't mind, and then I'll snuggle in with Finn and you."
"Or we can go down the hall after, if Coach doesn't want us to keep him up," Finn suggested, "because I've still got something for you if you want it tonight."
"Oh shit, I nearly forgot," Jeff said, "Finn, Mitchell, would one of you guys fuck Alex in the morning? Or bend over for him? It doesn't matter which, mostly just entertain him while Coach is finishing his unfinished business with Dewey. I really just...can't."
"Sure, bro, one or both of us will take care of Alex," Finn agreed after Mitchell nodded. "We'll tell him you suddenly came down with a bad case of the clap." Max laughed so hard he nearly spit up.
"I'll be in in a few minutes," Mitchell said when Coach and Finn headed inside. "I want to rinse off first." Then he hopped into the hot tub with Jeff and Max. He and Jeff made eye contact, and whether it was the shit eating grin on Mitchell's face or the one of immense satisfaction on Jeff's, or the sense of giddiness that accompanies love or infatuation and the happiness the friends felt for each other, or simply that they were enjoying their friendship - or some or all of any of those things - both of them cracked up, and one's laughter fed the other's and then drew Max in as well, such that the three of them were soon laughing (almost) uncontrollably.
