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========================================================= Nailed It: Chapter 38 A New Game Plan
At 6 AM Sean's alarm went off. Clay still lay in his embrace, they hadn't moved at all overnight. As he rolled to his side to silence the alarm Sean realized that their semen had dried and matted their chest and treasure trails together. He wasn't surprised to hear an "Ouch," from Clay as their hairs caught and pulled.
"Morning Chief!" Clay smiled and winked at Sean. "Guess we better shower after making love."
"Or I can shave you neck down!" Sean responded with an evil glint in his eye."
"But you love my fur!" Farm Boy cried in mock horror.
"I do indeed! I'd also like to shave it all off and watch it grow from scratch!" Sean admitted.
Clay didn't respond. He had to ponder that one.
"I'll use the toilet and shower on the other side. You use this one Clay." Sean bounded out of the room and headed for the Locker Room bath. Clay rolled out of bed, wandered into the bath and checked out the matted hair on his chest in the mirror. He started the water and sat on the pot for his morning stool.
Sean had finished his morning toilet and entered the shower. He worked quickly to wash up so they could still grab a bite to eat on the way to the stadium. When he had finished and toweled off, he padded into the kitchen and started the Keurig. Heading to the bedroom, he found Clay just stepping into the shower. "Two minute Warning!" he shouted.
"I have 3 time outs remaining!" was Clay's smart ass response.
Sean finished putting on his anklets and walked quietly into the bath. He quickly reached in and turned the water tap to the right sending cold water spraying into the shower! Clay howled, "Why did you do that Chief? I was enjoying soaping up my dick."
"Move your ass! We're out of here in 10!" Sean bellowed. He returned to the room and finished dressing.
Clay came in toweling off. He dropped the towel on the floor.
"Pick it up and put it where it belongs!" Sean ordered. His tone portraying he meant business.
" Yes Sir!" Clay said as he grabbed the discarded towel and hung it up to air dry in the bathroom. He returned to the room and dressed quickly. Sean had finished making a cup of coffee and was brewing one in a travel mug for Clay. At 6:30 Sean grabbed his lap top and they were out the door. The team shuttle bus was pulling out onto Alafaya as they jumped in Sean's Supra and began the short drive to the Stadium.
"Where do you want to get drive through?" Sean asked.
"Don't worry about it. There will be food on the bus. The university cafeteria provides a bagged breakfast for us as we load the bus. Thanks for the coffee this morning. We'll get orange juice and milk with breakfast.
Sean parked in student parking at the stadium. He put up the sun shield. As they headed to the stadium the team shuttle bus arrived. Lots of guys dropped windows to yell hello and morning at Clay.
At the stadium three touring coaches awaited them as well as the equipment van. Clay wouldn't need his uniform today, so he skipped the locker room and reported directly to Lee. "Morning Coach!"
"Morning Clay and a special welcome to you Sean; here are the two shirts. You can keep them both."
"Thanks Coach. That's very generous of you. Morning as well."
"Grab your breakfasts and take the seats with your names on them. After we're underway, I'll brief you and bring you up to speed Clay on what I expect from you today."
As they boarded bus one they saw assigned seating for Antonio, Merch and themselves at the very front of the bus. "Does Merch go to every game?" Sean asked.
"Not on the team bus," Clay responded. "Let's eat. I have a feeling Lee is going to monopolize my time on the trip to Tampa."
Sean was impressed with the breakfast. He had two croissant sandwiches, one egg, bacon and cheese and one egg ham and cheese, a large container of hash rounds, a banana, a pint of orange juice and a pint of low fat milk. "If I ate all this every day, you could roll me to class."
"It will all burn off fast during warm up and first quarter."
" Yeah, if I was playing."
"Well enjoy it anyway. There will more when we get to the stadium in 2 hrs. It will be buffet style in the locker room area, bacon, eggs, chicken breast, chicken and rice, peanut butter sandwiches, lots of proteins and simple carbs. Oh, and if you need a john, back of the bus on the left."
""Is that where you'll be sitting?" Sean quipped.
Clay lifted a brow and rolled his eyes.
Not missing a beat Sean grabbed Farm Boy's ear lobe, yanked it and scolded him, "Leon Clayton Reed IV! Don't you roll your eyes at me!" They both chuckled.
Other players began getting on the bus. Each shook Clay's hand and Sean's. Each had a positive or kind word to say to Clay. Farm Boy reached over and squeezed Sean's knee, "Thank you for making me do this trip. I can see and hear how important it is to them that I'm here."
At 6:55, Coach Lee stuck his head in the door. "Reed, with me!" Clay hopped up and off the bus. Coach led him to bus 2, "Get on, wave, tell them you'll see them in the locker room."
Clay did as asked. Bus 2 rocked with cheers and feet stamping. The scene was replayed on Bus 3. Three more buses pulled up followed by the band truck. Then a smaller bus with the cheerleading squad arrived. That was followed by the spare or ghost bus. Moments later Coach Lee ushered Clay back into bus 1. Then he boarded himself and nodded at the driver.
The driver yelled, "Stallions Run Wild!" as he closed the door. The bus erupted in cheers as they headed to enemy territory.
Sean leaned over and whispered, "Larry's on the bus too!" He took Merch's seat. Merch is driving down with his family.
Coach handed Clay a head set with attached microphone. He showed Clay how to power it on. Clay put them on. "Clay, once again thank you. This means a lot to me and your teammates. I felt in my heart you were going to turn me down last night. I'm so thankful Sean made, what I feel, was the right choice for your sake and the team's. You can see how much they respect and love you."
"You nailed it right on the head, Coach I was going to tell you no. But I'm here and ready to help out in any way I can."
Coach Lee handed Clay a copy of his play book. Here's the strategy we worked on this week as a coaching staff. I can't reinvent the wheel in the time I've been in the driver's seat but we can tweak it.
Sean put on his sun glasses and leaned back in his seat. He placed his right hand on Sean's thigh as a reminder to Clay that he was there to support him. He closed his eyes and nodded off.
When the bus took the exit to I-75N off of I-4W Sean opened his eyes. Clay was holding his hand. "Are we there?" Sean asked.
Clay turned and smiled, "Not yet but soon."
Sean asked, "You pumped for the game?"
" Yeah. It's different. It's like my first taste of coaching. My opinions on various plays were asked for and considered. Lee has a great outlook towards coaching."
Thirty minutes later the caravan pooled into the stadium's parking lot. Campus security flagged them down and guided them to their parking area. Coach Lee got off the bus and was greeted by the AD and a representative from the Coaching Staff.
The team started coming off the buses. As they grabbed their gear they headed into the guest locker room. Clay showed Sean to the buffet. "If you want anything help yourself," it will not be replenished until half time. "
"I still have part of breakfast, but I'll fix up plates for us after the team is finished," Sean noted.
"Please fix them now. You'll see," Clay requested.
Sean fixed the two plates. As he finished them, other team members and staff, in various stages of undress, started moving down the buffet line. Clay led Sean through to the coaches' room. Lee was reviewing the changes to the plan he had made after talking with Clay. The staff nodded in agreement.
Sean whispered to Clay, "I'm going to take a piss." He quietly left the room and looked for the head. As he walked through the locker room he noticed the many nude players lounging and scratching their balls or joking with other teammates. The testosterone levels were rising as they prepared to battle for another win.
Sean found the head and was draining his bladder when Steve walked up beside him. He started his own stream.
" I'd like to be swinging on that man," Steve said. "Fuck, I'd like Clay and you to spit roast me. You just say the word."
"Steve you're horned up man! Put that energy into the game!" Sean advised.
"You can count on that!" Steve agreed.
Sean walked past the buffet on his way back through the locker room. There was nothing left. When he was in high school, he loved cock watching in the locker room. This was far better as these guys were showing off. There were showers and growers, cut and uncut, thin and fat. Their balls were as varied as the cocks. Then there were the bubble butts. Sean could see himself fucking almost every player on the team. He imagined how hard it must have been for Clay to see this every day and not act.
The coaches had started overseeing getting the team ready. Trainers were taping up various wrists and ankles. Padding was being stuffed into pants and shoulder pads put into place. Coach Lee came up to Sean and Clay. He handed them the security passes they would need to access the box. "Let's get you guys situated upstairs."
Coach Lee led them to a hallway that ran the length of the field. At the end of the hall they took the doors to the left which lead to another hallway and the officials Locker Room. They continue down to the home team's corridor. One third of the way down they spotted the sign for the elevator. The group turned there and found the elevator to the press box. Coach rode up with them. As the doors opened he directed them to the left side of the box. At the end was a 6x8 foot room with a sliding door with the word `Visitors,' printed on the glass. Coach slid it open and suggested Sean sit at the far end. Clay would be beside him, leaving the other two spaces for Coach Vajic and their record keeper.
"I'm going down to the field. The headphones should be good for the entire game but charge them at halftime anyway. Coach's headphones will plug into their stadium system there. The rest room is beside the elevator. Clay, I'll speak with you right as half time begins to get your thoughts on adjustments. If you see something you think I should know before that time, turn on the microphone. These will be around my neck. Sean, if you like, you can leave and get food or drinks on the mezzanine level whenever you wish. And again, thank you!"
Coach Lee left shaking hands with a few of the reporters in the press box who were congratulating him on his temporary appointment as Head Coach. He returned the elevator.
Clay looked at Sean and smiled. "You know Chief; I love you more than I have words to express. I so appreciate you immersing yourself in my football world. When we get home I want you to immerse me in yours." He wrapped Sean in his arms and hugged him tightly.
Sean responded, "Sounds like we've come up with a new game plan of our own.