Creative Writing: Blood Brothers

Coach Andrew "Drew" Sullivan had just two days, the weekend, to promptly rectify his quandary. He sought the assistance of three of his staunchest supporters from St Thomas Academy's Board Membership, from which it was a seven member board.

Conspicuously, Dr Reardon nor Father Murphy were not in attendance as Coach Sullivan gestured his party of three to join him on the patio deck, where the open bar was stocked with the best next to a swirling water Jacuzzi. Both of which, looked mighty tempting.

First up was widower, Steven Xing, the only member born overseas. Mr Xing's had donated heavily into St Thomas Academy, hence his Board voted seat by its members. Steven's Chinese heritage was reflected in his flawless skin and jet black dark

I, I honest didn't know who you call."

Sullivan's normal authentic tone began to crack as he spoke.

Joey thought, Shit!

He's fucked up.

I told Linda, Tony should have gone to public school instead.

Irvin grabbed Drew's kneecap in consolation.

"Drew, what's wrong? Hell, we can help. Right, lads, " Irvin spoke addressing the other two, who had formed a circle in the patio chairs.

It was true time, though Drew.

Let's see where the chips will lie.

Sullivan began retelling of the prior evening events at Benny's Adult Arcade. If Joey had been bored previously, now he was waiting for the next word of Coach's explicit sex story. Dammit, he loved tales of sex.

Between a few nods and muffled oohs-ahs escaping their mouths, nothing was said as Drew described how his newly found fuckhole was getting drilled hard and deeper by some Mexican dude, of whom he didn't even know his name. Fuck, that's making me horny, thought Steven, and continued, maybe, I'll finish-up here and drive to Rockland tonight.

Shit, now my asshole is being to

No underwear.

"Steven, would you please..." Coach Sullivan spoke before Steven started licking Irvin's cock, bobbing up and down the Scottish shaft.

Likewise, Drew walked beside Irvin and started unbuttoning his silky shirt. Unlike Steven's defined chest, Irvin had a manly hairy barrel chest tanned from gardening. Which made his body enticing to Drew.

Irvin was a man's man with a cock that would rival the Latino from the day prior. Irvin leaned sideways Drew began nibbling on his earlobe, and then moved to Irvin's suckable nipple. Drew removed Irvin's shirt, falling onto the patio.

The two began passionately kissing like no one else was there.

"This is fucking ridiculous. I'm out of here, " spoke Joey, and continued to Drew, "Dammit, man. You need to control yourself."

Cazzo left the patio, and entered the house, when Drew came running behind.

"Joey, please don't do anything rash that might harm me, " Drew spoke.

"You're a fucking faggot. And, I sincerely don't care. My main concern is my boy's career, " Joey said, regretting the usage of faggot.

For God's sake, this was victorious Coach