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The Principal had respectfully asked the press to return to the school, they were scheduled to arrive at one in the afternoon. He’d tried to call Coach a dozen times to give him the right of reply, but enough was enough. He knew he was being ignored.

The video Travis had recorded was damming. The man had sworn that he had said nothing to incite the Reserve players, but that was simply not true. Passionately telling a bunch of emotionally charged and, desperate seventeen-year olds they needed to, do ‘whatever it took’ was irresponsible and dangerous.

The youths involved were lucky Stuart Bolton hadn’t hit his head more severely. They could have been facing manslaughter charges.

Coach arrived back in the car park at 12.30. He was surprised it was full, what the fuck were all these cars doing here? He had been very pleased with himself. Making the trip to spy on the opposition team was a great move. He was confident that, even with all the disruptions he had leading up to the game, he could beat this team. His beloved Championship was within fingertip reach. If he could just find a car park and deal with his whiny Principal, this day would be perfect.

As he entered the staff room, Coach was met by the security guard.

“Sorry Sir, I will need to accompany you to your desk.” Said the uniform.

“What? Why?” Coach asked, indignant.

“You may collect your personal things. Then I am to escort you off site or to the Principal’s office.”

“Fuck my personal stuff, what’s this all about?”

“Sir, I’m not sure, but you will make your choice, or I will physically escort you from the school.”

“Then we’ll see the Principal, little shit he is!” steamed Coach.” He stormed out of the staff room leaving the teachers there stunned.

The news conference had been underway for four minutes when Coach stormed the room. The head had explained Coach would be leaving the school this afternoon following the fact that new evidence had come to light.

Instantly the reporters had wanted to see the new material.

“I apologise, we won’t be releasing the footage.” Replied the Principal, immediately regretting it. Now they knew it was footage.

In the middle of the uproar of complaint, the Coach barged into the room.

Shocked by the gathering, he froze. The room went silent for three seconds. Then everyone in the room spoke at once. The Principal calling for calm, the reporters called on Coach to explain why he’d been dismissed.

Coach regrouped and ignored the crowd. He made a bee line for his boss. When he got close, he had the good sense to speak directly, but quietly to the man.

“What have you done?”

“You told me you didn’t goad those kids into doing anything rash.” Replied the Head. “I’ve seen a video that proves you lied. You did press too hard!”

“That’s bullshit!” exploded Coach, now beyond caring that he was in front of a crowd. He could feel his Championship slipping from his fingers. “Show me!” He demanded.

“I strongly recommend you don’t go down that path.” Pleaded the Head.

“Do you have the footage here?” Coach asked, not seriously believing any such video existed. He’d never incited anyone!

“I have a copy, but I..”

“Play it!” demanded Coach. “Play it on the screen behind you!” The Principal looked towards the screen, then back to the reporters, who were now verbally backing the Coach’s demands. He made direct eye contact with Henry, standing at the back of the room, Henry shrugged. Agreeing with the Head that this was nuts.

The Headmaster took twenty-seven seconds to sync his pad to the room’s projector. What took place immediately after he hit play, was a train wreck.

When the clip ended, Coach turned to face his boss.

“See, there was nothing!” He replied smugly. The room went ballistic.

* * *

Stu was discharged from the hospital, as the Coach was enduring a grilling from hell. He knew nothing of it. By policy he was in a wheelchair, until he reached the front steps of the building. At the base, Kevin’s car door sat open.

As his father began walking him down the steps Stu protested, he was fine. In truth he really was. He’d been walking around his room all morning and had zero problems. He was ready to go home, desperately ready. 

When they arrived back at the Bolton house, Tim and his parents were waiting. When he had cleared the car and made his way to the front door, Tim stepped forward and the two kissed as deeply and as passionately as they ever had.

Any doubt Tim’s parents had that the boy loved this fellow, evaporated in a second. It reset their view of their son and his growth to a man. Everyone had tears in their eyes. Suddenly everyone was in a huge group hug. The ordeal they’d all found themselves trapped in, was at last, releasing its suffocating grip.

After a light lunch the adults wanted to sit around the table and talk. Stu and Tim decided they wanted some ‘alone’ time. They retreated to the bedroom.

Stu looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, he could see he’d lost condition. He’d been lucky to have been doing the handstands daily before the incident. At least he’d had a good base.

He fingered his hair where his wound was now almost healed. Doc had taken out the stitches yesterday. He could see his scalp where the hair had been clipped away. He returned to his room and grabbed the stool from the corner.

“Can you clip my hair off?” he asked Tim.

“Off what?” the boy asked, confused.

“My head. I want to take it all back to number one.”

“Why?” asked Tim. Stu paused.

“I want to make a fresh start. I don’t want to give a fuck what anyone at school thinks.” He replied.

“We don’t have to go back until next week, and our folks said, only if we want to.”

“I know, but I’ve got school work to do, grades to get,” he paused, “and a university entrance score to whip.” He smiled, happy with the choices which seemed so clear to him now.

“Sure.” Said Tim.

“Sure what?” asked Stu.

“Sure, I’ll clip your hair.” They got themselves arranged.

Over seven minutes, Tim, even with his wrist in its cast, reduced Stu’s mop to a pile of hair scattered around his feet. It changed his look radically. It toughened him.

As he carefully squared off the edges, he declared he was finished. Stu stared at himself, wow! He looked different.

“Are you happy with that?” asked Tim, clippers still in hand, standing behind him and maintaining eye contact, via the mirror.

“Yeah,” replied Stu slowly. “I am.”

“Good,” said Tim, as he immediately placed the running clippers to his forehead. Without pausing, he took a wide swath across the top of his skull. When he reached the back, he returned and took another meaty clip to the right. A large clump of hair fell to his shoulders. Stu couldn’t believe what he was seeing, he found himself unable to speak. He burst into tears. Tim was resolute, he came back for a third blow.

* * *

As was the norm, the team gathered for their Thursday night training, it was only two days until the biggest game of their lives. Some of the players only found out the Coach had to be physically escorted from the school grounds, when they arrived. He’d apparently been screaming blue murder the entire time.

The day’s events had been astounding, now the group sat as one, shell shocked. How could they win from here?

Before them stood the ‘Stand-in coach’. The guy, from the junior grades, had little experience of the senior groups. He was only two years older than most of the team.

“I’m Stephen,” he started to the unnervingly quiet group. ‘As of today, you guys are as fit as you are going to be, at least for the game on Saturday, that is.” He paused. “If its ok with you, I’d like to stay and talk for a bit. You guys know your team way better than me, I’m not going to pretend to be your coach on my own. But, maybe together we can plan a way through this mess.” He looked around the group, he was getting more nods than not.

“We need to know our game plays.” Spoke up one guy.

“And, who starts where,” suggested another, a hint of panic in his voice.

“We need two more players from the reserves.” Gary said. “Who’s going to pick them?”

“Can I say something.” Alex cut in. He stayed quiet, and let the group catch up. They did. He stood. “I want to say a few things, and I’d appreciate it if you all would let me finish before interrupting. Is that ok?” The group nodded, intrigued but also relieved someone seemed to be taking a lead. They trusted Alex, this might work out.

“I found out that Stu and Tim are out of hospital and home. They’re fine, thank fuck! Tim’s in plaster and Stu isn’t allowed to do anything physical. The big teenager took a breath. “I don’t think this team did the right thing by them, but that’s history.”

“I was thinking, we could ask if they would be willing to come and help new chum coach here pick the team and where we play.” The room was seriously starting to smile. New coach looked utterly relieved.

“They know the team, and where we all work best.”

“Will they come?” quizzed one.

“We can only ask.” Offered Alex.

“We should ask!” declared another, as if it was the best idea he’d ever heard. The room broke out in general rowdy agreement. Alex held his hand up and got silence in return.

“Good.” He said. “I’ll go and see them tonight. I’ll call you and you.” He said pointing, “You work out who you call.” The room broke out in chaos as the phone buddy system was determined.

“Two more things.” He again stopped, knowing this was going to be tough. “Some of us here, hated on the guys. Matthews and Taylor took that hate too far!” The room was deathly silent. “I want to tell Stu and Tim who hated on them, then it’s up to them if they name those guys in the team.” The room descended in to an intensive discussion. It went on for minutes.

“Hey!” Travis bellowed. Bringing the room to silence, he swallowed. “I hated on them; I drew shit on their lockers. I was a prick, give them my name, even if I’m the only one.” Alex nodded, their prearranged plan coming together.

Tentatively two, then three other players put their hand up.

“Ok, that’s settled.” Said Alex. “I’m proud to be part of this team.” He meant it. “I’m not training tonight, but you guys do what you want. I’m heading to Stu’s place, now.” He turned towards his bag.

“What’s the other thing?” Asked Sam.

“What?” quizzed Alex, as he picked up his kit.

“You said there were two more things. We did the hate stuff. What was the other thing?” he persisted.

“Well, this is personal,” he started, “it’s not team stuff, but I’ll tell you anyway.” For the tenth time that night the room was silent. He dived in. “Travis and I are boyfriends, we’re totally into each other. You can hate me, but I can tell you, I’m not intending to touch any of you on the arse.” The room stayed utterly silent; the shocks just kept coming!

“Umm,” said Colin, “thanks for telling us. I just want to say,” he paused, very serious, getting his timing perfect. “I’d really appreciate you not touching my arse.” He broke out in a wide smile and thrust his hand forward to be shaken. The room erupted in cheers and boisterous laughing support.

What a fucken day.

* * *

Stu finished clipping Tim’s head, he’d done enough to commit, and now with only one arm, surrendered the clippers to his boyfriend. Stu took his time, still in awe.

“When I’ve finished here.” He started. “I think we should shower, then have sex!” A wide grin spread across Tim’s face.

“I wondered if we were going to do that today.” He said as he reached up and slid Stu’s shorts down. He slid his own off, and waited for his boyfriend to finish. They were both dripping hard.

* * *

An hour later, the pair wandered down stairs to find their parents still at the table talking. What the fuck could adults talk about for so long, they thought.

On seeing the radical haircuts, the table went silent.

“Look’s different,” Kevin finally offered, still stunned. “May take me a while to get used of.” Stu shrugged.

“You’ll get there, Kev.” The boy offered, with an initial straight face before being unable to contain a grin.

“Are you ready for some dinner honey?” asked Tim’s mum. “We ordered pizza when we heard the shower running.” She stopped, “Then we heard it run a second time. The delivery will almost be here.”

“Pizza sounds excellent.” Said Tim who looked to Stu, smiling in agreement.

The doorbell rang.

* * *

Under the front porch light Kevin was confused, where was the guy’s pizza carry bag.

“Where’s your bag son?” he asked.

“My bag?” Alex asked, “in my car.”

“It’s not much good there, we don’t want cold pizza.”

“Umm, I’m not delivering pizza?” replied Alex, “I was here to see Stuart, if I could.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Kevin, Stuart’s father, come in, I thought you were the pizza delivery guy we’re waiting for.”

“I’m Alex, Stu and I are on the team.”

“Come in, come in. Stuart is in the kitchen, through there.” Kevin pointed as he shut the front door.

Alex walked in the kitchen and came across Stu and Tim standing off to the centre. He was delighted to see them, as they were him.

“Wow dudes! Matching radical haircuts!” he said, staring.

“Needed to blend this in,” said Stu, as he turned and showed the whitish scar, running down the back of his head. He reached out his hand to shake as Alex pulled him in to a hug, then did the same to Tim.

Chit chat and introductions out of the way, Alex spoke about how Coach had been sacked. Both parents and their sons, had missed the story being screamed across the news services. Coach’s mad speech, and him being dragged from the school grounds made for perfect sensational news reporting.

In the quiet that followed the revelations, Alex jumped to the point of his visit.

“The team want to ask you something. I’m here on their behalf.” He started. The room’s hush remained.

“They want to know if you guys will come to school tomorrow, and help the stand-in coach pick the squad.” He paused, “Then the three of you, could coach us through the game on Saturday?”

“I don’t thi…” started Tim’s mother into the gap. Tim instantly turned and locked eyes with her, she stopped dead in her tracks. A young man materialised, where her boy had been, seconds before.

Tim and Stu looked at each other and gave the slightest of nods.

“We’ll be there for first bell, but we won’t stay all day.” Said Tim, grinning.

“And you can tell the Team, we’ll do what we can on game day.” Added Stu.

* * *

The fact that Tim and Stu were returning to school the next morning, spread like wildfire through the school’s social media network. By ten that night, everyone knew.

By then the pair had retreated to Stu’s bedroom. Laying naked beside each other, they talked a little about the coming day, and the coming game.

“I’m done talking,” said Tim as he set to rearrange himself. “I want more of what we started this afternoon.” He reached down and took Stu’s dick in a light grip. He brought the flaccid appendage to his lips and kissed the knob. It immediately started to thicken. “I see this likes that idea.” He said as he drew back and stared at the cock. He went down and sucked more of it into his mouth. Stu groaned in appreciation and settled himself to lay flat along his bed.

Tim started to suck intently; Stu found himself hard as steel.

Five minutes later Tim again changed how he was sitting. He positioned himself between Stu’s now wide spread legs and took his boyfriend’s balls in a firm grip, he dragged the orbs upwards to be licked and gently tortured. Stu was at his mercy, he loved it.

Returning to cock, Tim set about deep throating the hapless boy. Both of them had been getting better and better at expanding their gullets. Tim pulled down on the balls in his grasp and tickled the guy’s arse with his spare fingers. Stu was being worked over; he knew he was getting close.

Tim could tell, they knew each other signals and triggers by now. As the first pulse began, Tim took Stu’s cock at the base, and directed it towards his face. The first seed blast hit him just above the left eye, ten seconds later and four more major pulses, saw his whole profile covered in cum. It was completely horny. Tim left it in place and nestled to lay on Stu’s stomach. Stu worked to catch his breath.

* * *

Kevin had decided to take the day off work. His boy was returning to school. He’d witnessed Tim claiming his independence from his parents last night. It had happened in an instant, hadn’t been spoken of, but was none-the-less, real. His own son would be making the same claim shortly. He was suddenly sad; his boy had grown up.

The last few weeks had been hell, they’d all gotten through it, but they’d been lucky. Stuart would be at Worthington next year. University already, where had the years gone? Maybe he needed to start looking out for himself. It might be time to see if Jane wanted something more serious? He found he was suddenly firm in his jeans, he blushed to himself and adjusted his junk.

At that moment Stu and Tim arrived in the kitchen. They were both naked and chatting about the coming day.

“Morning Dad,” said Stu as he ventured to the fridge for juice. “Are you alright? You look a bit, flustered.”

“I’m fine, I was just thinking about rattling around in this house alone next year, when you’re at college.”

“Ok,” replied Stu, shrugging. Parents were weird, why couldn’t he just say he was dealing with a random hard-on?

The boys ate before heading upstairs to dress for school. Tim’s cast was a pain in the arse to dress around, but between them they managed to get something together. They crowded into the back of Kev’s SUV and made their way to their first day back after weeks.

“We’re going to be way behind in school work.” Prophesied Stu, “I’m glad I had most of the coursework done.

“Same,” replied Tim. “I’ve got a big test coming up in Biol. I’d better hit the books hard for that.”

Kevin pulled to a stop in the drop-off zone.

“You want me to collect you?” he asked.

“Nah, thanks Dad, we’ll do the bus.” The backseat passengers looked at each other. “You ready to do this boy?” asked Stu.

“Yeah, and who you calling boy, boy?” They both laughed and stepped from the car.

As Kevin pulled away, they stood on the pavement and looked towards the front of the school, did it look smaller? Stu reached down with his left and took Tim’s good hand in his grip.

“Glad you’re with me dude.” Tim just nodded, not trusting himself to say anything without crying. He edged forward.

Scars and a cast, radical haircuts and hand in hand, they were away.

The school cohort, who were themselves arriving for their day stopped to watch the entrance of the pair, these two were big news.

“Way to go, you guys!” yelled someone from the sidelines.

“Yo Timbo!” called another.

The general greetings and welcomes continued as Stu and Tim climbed the stairs to the front door. The guys nodded and acknowledged their fellow students.

As they walked into the expansive front foyer the sideline crowds grew thicker. Tim looked up and saw every staircase above them, was packed with people watching their arrival, he nudged Stu to look up. When he did the wider crowd broke out into a spontaneous but solid round of applause and cheering, they were being welcomed back by everyone, everyone!

It was pretty overwhelming, the pair stopped nodded left right and up to acknowledge the gesture, then kept moving. It was unreal to have a rock star welcome, but both knew they had somehow moved on. This would be the end of it, they were their own people now.

As they made their way towards their spotless lockers, the Principal was coming the other way. The boys had arrived earlier than he’d expected. He’d wanted to greet them as they landed. Instead, in the middle of a standard high school corridor, lined with lockers and students now coming and going, he shook both their hands and welcomed them.

* * *

On the way home, Kevin contemplated the pending trial of the guy who started this whole situation. A few days ago, he’d been contacted by the police prosecutors wanting to confirm a few details. He hadn’t told Stuart. Yesterday didn’t need that intrusion. He wondered about his earlier phone call, and decided he wouldn’t call again. He’d asked what could be done, if nothing could be worked out, then so be it.

Certainly, the confirmation that his son had not been attacked by a criminal element, had helped find those who had beaten the boys.

He thought about what the parents of Matthews and Taylor would be going through. He’d been told by the police that both boys would be tried as juniors. They wouldn’t gain adult records. Not for the first time he wondered if Coach would be charged? He’d seen the repeating news services after the boys had gone to bed last night. The man was completely out of his tree! Delusional!

* * *

The stand-in coach posted the team to the Sports notice board at noon. He and the guys had decided keep the same team who had won last week. The players who had declared themselves as ‘haters’ gained no penalty or favours. Stu and Tim declared early, they didn’t give a fuck who had done what.

For the two vacant team positions, the would-be coaches reviewed the Reserves to find the best skills match, for the team roles. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the best they could do. At last, the squad was complete.

Now they just needed to win the game.