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Subject: Ezra chapter 8 DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is coincidental and unintentional. This story contains sex between a man and a teenage boy. If this is illegal or offensive to you, please stop reading. This is a work of fantasy. In the real world, don’t do such things. And always remember to play safely. This is a novel that I started during NaNoWriMo and kept going. It’s not all smut all the time (but there is plenty of smut, don’t worry) Comments, questions, chat? Hit me up at ail Be nice. If you are able, please donate to Nifty to keep it fty/donate.html copyright 2019-2020 Kenai Grayson Chapter 8 “We have to help him.” Jackson and Coach were driving home one day when Jackson just blurted that out. Coach heard him and knew exactly what he meant, but he remained silent. This was a debate he had had inside his head every day since the explosion. He knew where this always ended up, and it didn’t go well. He didn’t want to disappoint his son. “He can’t stay there. They’re going to suck him in.” “Suck him into what?” “You know exactly what. Their weird cult thing.” “Jackson…” “No, I’m being serious! That’s how cults work. They cut you off from your friends, control your food so you’re hungry, control your sleep so you’re exhausted and all that leads to you finding it much easier to brainwash. Haven’t you been paying attention to those Netflix documentaries?” “No, I know. I worry about that too, but Ezra has a strong mind. That’s not what I meant.” “Ok, then what?” “What are we supposed to do? Believe me, I have gone over this every way I can, and there is nothing.” “We have to do something!” “What? What is it we can do that we aren’t?” “I… I don’t…” Jackson just slumped in his seat. “I know. Believe me, I know…” It was still dark out, but Ezra was up already doing chores. The girls were also up doing their own chores, but theirs never seemed as taxing as his. The whole family ate every meal together. Ezra watched them from the other room. Once they were finished, he could eat whatever was left. If the food had been great, then there usually wasn’t a whole lot left after they would get second helpings. Thankfully most meals weren’t that great. He had been reminded every chance that he wasn’t really a part of the family. He slept in the basement, but it was a bed, and it was warm. They gave him things to do around the house. Being the only young man, that meant a lot of the dirty work. Either that or because he wasn’t one of them. It was hard to tell. Still, it was much better than with the Garretts. He was required to attend services with them, and those were several times a week. The man talking said a lot of things, but most of them made no sense. Their own logic didn’t hold up, much less could stand against actual fact. Ezra thought he had to be joking until he got back in the car. The family had nearly memorized every word he said and praised it all as if it had value. Ezra learned that first day not to speak up against it, as it was met with the same type of response the kids gave at school. Well, now he knew where they picked that up from. During this time, the trial for the Garretts was coming up. Miranda and the D.A. came over to the house to go over the case and his testimony. They wanted to make sure he was solid. They even tried a mock cross-examination so that he could get a sense for what was coming. He would do fine. They came a few times, and Jim, the father, let them in graciously. But that all changed after they left. He became agitated and asked Ezra a bunch of questions that made no sense. He seemed completely defensive about having women of authority in his house on such short notice. Ezra didn’t know what he was talking about. He hadn’t brought them there, and Jim didn’t seem to have any reason to not have them there. Jim would sulk for days afterwards, each time longer. His wife and daughters walked on eggshells around him to get him back in his “good mood”. Ezra just did his chores and stayed away from him. Something wasn’t right, but Ezra had enough going on to try and take that on as well. One day after school, Coach asked Ezra if everything was going ok, and Ezra gave a cryptic response. Coach tried to figure it out, but couldn’t, so he asked Ezra to come up to his office so they could talk. Ezra froze. He had his hands behind his back and he just looked up at Coach with the most curious look in his eyes. Coach had never seen that look before and it made his blood run cold. “Mr. Myers, it is inappropriate for me to speak to an adult like that alone.” Coach was completely floored. Ezra never called him mister, and absolutely never by his last name. Now he was worried. He couldn’t speak, though. “Isn’t that right?” Ezra turned around and asked, and the two youngest daughters came around the corner, smiling their creepy smile. “That’s right, Ezra.” “Very good job.” “Mom is waiting in the car, she sent us to get you.” “You know we can’t be late.” “Yes, I know. I’m sorry, let’s go.” The girls turned and started to walk out. Ezra was right behind them. Coach took a half step forward and stopped. There was nothing he could do at that moment. Once they were gone, Coach moved his foot back to reveal a scrap of paper. When Ezra had turned around, he waved it in his hands that were still behind him. He deliberately threw it on the floor the moment the girls’ backs were turned. Coach stepped on it so no one could see it if they turned around. Coach read it and immediately ran to the principal’s office. The trial was supposed to be short, but the defense kept dragging it on. Ezra ended up having to attend several days of trial before he was allowed to testify. Mary, Jim’s wife, would drop the girls off at school and drive Ezra to the courthouse and would sit with him. They listened as the police described what they had gathered and they saw the pictured of Ezra’s injuries. Finally, Ezra got his turn. The District Attorney went first, and it was easy, as they had gone over it plenty of times. The cross-examination was rough, but Ezra kept his story straight. The defense attorney asked him several different ways the same thing to see if he could get Ezra to trip up, but he didn’t. When that didn’t work, he switched to a new strategy. “Now, Ezra, tell the court what it is you did to deserve this.” “Nothing.” “Really now? Nothing? You did nothing to provoke this? You’re sure about that?” “Yes.” “Well, it says here in your statement to police that you…” he made a scene flipping pages to find what he was looking for. “…were skipping school.” “And you think that warrants what happened?” “Well, when you break the rules, there are punishments.” “And you think several beatings are ok? Leaving someone outside for hours at a time, not feeding them, that’s justified?” “Their methods may be a little harsh, but sometimes that is needed to keep a kid from breaking more rules.” He stopped for a minute. “Did you have fun on your little `day off’? Never mind, don’t answer that. I rest my case.” The attorney went to sit down. “No.” “Excuse me?” “You make it sound like I stole a Ferrari and went to a Cubs game. That isn’t what happened at all. Do you really want to know what I did that day?” “It doesn’t matter. You can step down now.” “Actually, I’d like to hear this.” The D.A. said. The judge allowed it. “Yes. It’s true that I skipped school that day. But the only reason I had to was Mrs. Garrett refused to sign the absence form my principal had already filled out so I could have the day off. See, the entire reason I was in their care in the first place was because my house exploded and killed my parents. It should have killed me too, but for some reason, I was spared. That day I went to their funeral. That is the rule I broke. Am I a bad kid for doing that? Is all this still justified for you? Never mind, don’t answer that. May I step down now please?” He was allowed to and went to take his seat again. The air had changed drastically in the room. It would still be a few days before the jury reached the verdict, but Ezra wasn’t there to hear it. He read about it later. Guilty on all charges. They would be spending a great deal of time in jail. Mary was quiet most of the way home. Ezra too, but that was normal. He could tell she wanted to say something, but he wasn’t going to pry. He never knew what would come out of her, and right now he really didn’t care. “I…” she started and he looked at her. She never took her eyes off the road. “They told us all of that before we took you in. I knew the story, and I knew all those facts, but I had never heard them all at once like that. I had… no idea.” Ezra remained quiet, not knowing what he should be saying. “I’m very sorry you had to go through that. I think you convinced the jury. You have quite a way with words, do you know that?” “I have been told. My dad was a firm believer that words have power, and nothing is more powerful than speaking the truth.” “He sounds good.” “He was gone a lot. I wish I could have known him better.” They were quiet for the rest of the journey. It was a nice calm, and it would last up until they got home. When they got there, there were police everywhere in their house. They had packed up the computers already and were pulling cameras out of weird locations. Ezra had never seen those cameras before and was shocked they were even there. Jim was handcuffed in the back seat of a squad car. Mary was livid. She yelled and screamed at the police to leave, but they had a warrant. Apparently, they had started during the trial when no one was home. It had been their plan. It turned out that Jim had wired cameras in his house and was secretly filming his daughters and their friends, and had been doing it for a while. He had quite a collection of illegal things on his computer, including sales of the videos of his children to strangers on the internet. The D.A. was the one who picked up on it and got the police involved. She had picked up on Jim’s weird emotions with them being there and realized he was hiding something. Something bad, going by the reaction. And she was right. He was part of a group that liked to spy on little girls without their knowledge. The videos went back years from when his daughters were elementary age. The police left with Jim, and Ezra was left with Mary and the girls. They tried to get her to calm down, but she was furious. She refused to believe any of the things she was being told. She never would, either. Even watching his trial later, and knowing her daughters, she still refused to believe the evidence. She had years of practice doing that, and it wouldn’t be a habit she could break. She blamed Ezra for it all. It was his fault the D.A. was there in the first place. There was no way to explain to her that they weren’t there for that reason. He had no idea it was going on. It made living there even more tense than before. Jackson got home from seeing a movie with his friends and got home late. It wasn’t a big deal, his dad was usually in bed when he got home. But that night, the light was still on in the kitchen. Jackson thought maybe he just left it on and went to turn it out, but as he got closer, he could smell coffee. Coach was sitting at the table, staring into his mug. It clearly wasn’t his first one. Jackson came in and sat across from him. “Dad? Is everything ok?” “We need to talk.” Jackson sat back. “Is someone hurt? Did someone die? Is Ezra ok?” “Yeah, no, it’s nothing like that. Well, sort of. It is about Ezra.” “What happened now?” Coach took a deep breath. “Did you mean what you said in the car the other day? About helping Ezra?” “Every word. Why?” “Because you were right. We have to help him.” “What changed your mind?” Coach slid the slip of paper across the table. Jackson unfolded it and read it. Three small words, written quickly and folded hastily so no one could see him do it. Three little words that broke the heart of anyone who read it. please help me “What do we do?” Jackson asked, once he was able to. “I told you there wasn’t any way to help him.” “Yeah…” “Well, I was wrong. There is a way to save him.” “What is it? Why haven’t we done it already?” “Well, it’s a big thing. And it’s not guaranteed to work. In fact, I say it’s got about a 15% chance of working at all. But it’s the only thing that can be done.” “What is it?” “I told you what Ms. St. Claire said, right? That it would take too long to process me to be a foster father.” “Yeah, so?” “Well, the only other way to get him out of the system is to adopt him.” Jackson opened his mouth but had nothing to say. “I know. It’s huge. And it’s not my decision to make alone. This will affect you too.” “You… really want to do this?” “It’s the only way I know how to save your friend.” “Are you ok with that?” “Are *you* ok with that? It would be more than him just staying the night. He would be a part of our family. siirt escort Forever.” Jackson looked at him like he was crazy. “He already is a part of our family forever. What are you talking about?” “I mean legally. He would be your brother and he would be my…” “Son?” “Yes…” “Are you ok with that? I mean, would you still…” “I don’t know. First things first.” “How do we adopt him?” “It would have to be decided in court. They would have to decide if we’re a fit family for him to come in to. They will probably vet us and ask us lots of questions. Most likely separately.” “And why don’t you think it will work?” “There are about a hundred places where this could break down. I’m not even sure if it’s allowed since I’m his teacher. Even then, I’m a single father already raising a son. That could go either way. And we won’t even pursue it if you don’t want to.” “Well, that’s stupid. Of course I want you to pursue it! Save my friend. Save Ezra. He needs you.” “He needs us.” “So, step one is finding out if it’s legal for a teacher to adopt a student.” “I, uh, might have already asked Principal Mazer about it. He knows the circumstances and he said he would call the superintendent about it to find out.” “You already asked? I thought this was our decision.” “It is. Call it preliminary research. If you had said no, the whole thing could still be dropped. But be honest, we both know you were never going to say no.” “So why even ask?” “Because you need to know. And you still can change your mind, I was serious about that.” “We’re really going to do this?” “We are certainly going to try.” Ezra got called down to the principal’s office again. This was becoming a recurring thing now, yet he never knew what to expect. Miranda was there, waiting for him with a face full of smiles. It was good to see her again after being so serious throughout the whole trial. “Ezra! It’s so good to see you!” “You too! What’s going on?” “Well, first off, I have to say I am so proud of you for what you said in the trial. It was so brave, and you really sealed it. The jury even included one of your comments in their verdict. I wish you could have been there.” “Me too, but there were other things happening…” Her smile faded a bit. “Yes, about that… I can’t believe I put you in another situation like that. I don’t know how I missed the signs…” “I mean, besides the weird chores and the odd habits, it wasn’t terrible. Much better than the Garretts, that’s for sure. Plus, I think I’m too old and too much a boy for him to do anything to me, right?” “Yes, it seems though that there is footage of other foster girls they had taken in. You were their first boy. They always said it was to protect their daughters, but it turns out they needed protection already.” “Dude is a creep. Loves manipulating their minds. I feel sorry for them honestly.” “Yeah… but that’s not why I’m here today. I have other news.” “Oh? What news?” “We have someone who has filed for adoption of you!” “I…don’t… what does that mean?” “It means that someone wants you to be their kid officially and forever.” Ezra couldn’t tell if this was good news or bad news. “Don’t worry,” Miranda said, reading his panic. “This is good news.” “W-who is it?” Ezra asked, hoping that it wasn’t some creep from a thousand miles away. “Ezra, it’s Coach Myers.” Principal Mazer said. He couldn’t quite process that bombshell. “You’re serious?” “Completely. You said you were close to his son. Are you not ok with this?” she asked. “No! I’m absolutely fine with it! It’s just a lot to sink in. He…he really filed?” “Yes he did. We had to get legal involved to find out if he even could, but given the circumstances, everyone on up is supportive of him doing this for you,” the principal said. “So what does this mean? When do I get to move in with Jackson and Coach?” They smiled at his enthusiasm. “Not so fast. He’s only filed. There is still a lot of processing to happen between here and there; more court decisions.” “But it will happen?” “Probably. There are still a few things that could go wrong, so it isn’t set in stone yet, but I honestly don’t see those happening.” “What do I do?” “You don’t need to do anything. We’ll take care of it all, you just need to keep being you.” “Does Mary know?” “No, not yet. We’ll let her know, you won’t need to worry about that either.” “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to have me gone.” “Why do you say that?” “She blames me for what happened to her husband. She barely speaks to me, except for when she’s angry.” “Oh. But that isn’t true.” “We all know that, but things like facts and truth mean very little to her. In her eyes, I was responsible for what happened to the Garretts, and that I brought y’all to their house to get him too. There’s nothing now that will change her view.” “Looks like I’m going to have to remove another family from my registry…” “Weren’t you going to have to do that anyway with what Jim did?” “Only if he was let back into the house. Without him, there shouldn’t be a problem.” Time passed slowly as Ezra anticipated the adoption hearing. Mary was informed and seemed unphased by it. She did keep Ezra informed, which he appreciated. One day, she had news, but it wasn’t what Ezra wanted to hear. Miranda had called to update him as to what was going on. One of the steps that had to be taken was to contact any immediate family who could possibly adopt him and get them to relinquish their claim. As he only had an aunt, and she hadn’t answered or returned any calls so far, everyone had expected her to immediately give up her claim, but she surprised everyone by saying she didn’t want anyone adopting him. They informed her that the only way that could happen would be if she adopted him herself. She surprised everyone by saying she would do that. Mary was happy to hear this news, as she believed that families should always stay together. It didn’t matter that his aunt was a terrible person who cared about nobody except herself. She was convinced of her opinion, and nothing would change it, so he didn’t waste his breath. It didn’t matter anyway, she didn’t get a say in any of the proceedings, so her opinion was pretty worthless. When no one was around, he called Miranda for more details. Yes, it was true about his aunt wanting to claim him. No, it wasn’t guaranteed that she would be successful; she would have to go through the same process that Coach was going through. Yes, she did have an advantage to him in that she was related. No, he shouldn’t give up hope, she was on his side, and they would fight for him. All it meant right now is that this was the proceedings would probably take longer now. Ezra tried to keep his optimism because he thought that as charming as his aunt could be, it would all fall apart for her once they started vetting her. She could only keep up appearances for so long before she let it all slip. He had so much on his mind, he hadn’t had much room left for school. He was tired all the time now and sluggish. He hadn’t been on the soccer team this year because of his broken legs healing, and that had been such a letdown. His grades had suffered because of his constant need to try and navigate precarious home situations. It seemed to him to be the better option, if less than ideal. His goal was to survive; everything else was secondary. One night, down in the basement, Ezra had finally finished the laundry he was required to do for the family. The washer and dryer were down in the basement with him, and he couldn’t sleep while they were still going. They were old and loud, and no matter how he tried to ignore it, it kept him awake. Plus, they didn’t like it when he waited to fold the laundry after it had dried. It caused wrinkles, and that was not acceptable. Ezra was lying in his bed when he heard the basement door open and someone come down the stairs. They didn’t enter the room but sat about 2/3 of the way down. It was dark so Ezra couldn’t tell who was there or what they were doing. “I know you’re not asleep yet. I can hear the dryer upstairs, so it has to keep you up too.” It was Katie, the oldest daughter. Ezra sat in the bed, trying to figure out what she wanted. Her tone of voice was different than normal. “I’m awake. What’s going on?” “I… I just wanted to talk to you… I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for everything that has happened to you this year. And I’m sorry that my family hasn’t been the best to live with either. And I wanted to say thank you for getting rid of my dad…” “Thank you for your concerns,” Ezra said, still trying to discern if this was a trap or not. She was speaking like a normal person for the first time that Ezra had heard, and it was beyond weird to hear. Still, this could be a trap. She could be putting on an act to get him to let down his guard and say something Mary could use against him. “And while I am glad that Jim is being held accountable for his actions, I swear I had nothing to do with it. I had no idea it was going on.” “I know. He’s been doing this for a long time, and I have been trying to find a way out for such a long time. I was so worried about what would happen after I graduate and had to leave my sisters here with him. Anyway, I know you have no reason to trust this or believe me, but I just wanted to say that to you.” She started to go up the stairs again, and Ezra called her name out after her. She stopped and looked down the stairs to him. “Look, I know you have no reason to believe this, but when you graduate, get away from here. As far as you can away from your church, from your family, from all those things that get in your head. I don’t mean never come back, but separate yourself so that you can grow and learn.” She nodded but didn’t say anything and went back up to her room. Ezra dreaded hearing from Mary how he was trying to split up their family more by telling her daughter to leave them all behind, but it never happened. Maybe she had been telling the truth. Ezra desperately hoped so, for her own sake. Katie was smart and could be a force if she would just open her heart and her mind. The time finally arrived for the court date for Ezra’s adoption. He was required to attend, and Coach would pick him up and take him. Mary wanted nothing to do with taking him and had initially resisted having Coach even giving him a ride, but had relented when she realized it was either that or she would have to go herself. They were both pretty nervous about the whole thing, and Ezra was not looking forward to seeing his aunt again. It turned out that worry was for nothing, as she didn’t show up. Her smarmy lawyer was there and requested a delay for his client. It was an entire day wasted for everyone. The sixth time this happened where they all showed up for her to be a no show, the judge finally made a statement that if she didn’t appear the next time, he would reject all her requests and proceed as if she wasn’t here. So if she wanted a say in any of this, she would have to show up. Ezra really expected her to not show up, but at the very last moment, she strolled in like it had been such a chore to show up at all. She made eye contact with Ezra but didn’t speak to him. The only person she talked to was her lawyer. He was a big city, high powered attorney, which fit her perfectly. She was so high strung and all about wealth and power. She had nothing but disdain for anything below her. Ezra sat with Miranda while the trial started. He wouldn’t be called to testify or anything, but it was still necessary for him to be present. This was completely different fro the criminal trial he had been privy to. The judge was hearing arguments from both sides about who should be granted the parental rights to Ezra. Coach had recommendations from both the principal and the superintendent and had passed the vetting process with flying colors. Ezra’s aunt Stephanie’s side presented the argument that he was a single man, whereas Stephanie was married. They said that Coach already had a child to raise, whereas Stephanie did not. They said she was family, and how important family is, and how Coach is not. It was not going to be an easy choice. The judge called for a break at one point, and everyone collectively took a deep breath. Ezra tried to read Miranda’s expression, but he couldn’t tell which way it was going. Coach turned around to find him and smiled. Ezra was standing to stretch and to go speak to Coach when he felt himself being grabbed and dragged in the other direction. He tripped on the seat next to him and fell over with a crash. He was fine but furious. He looked up to see who had done that and found exactly who he expected. Stephanie was glaring at him, hissing for him to go outside with her immediately. Miranda helped him up and told him he didn’t have to go. “She’s not going to snatch me away at a courthouse. I’ll be fine.” They went outside and stood in the mostly sincan escort empty hallway. She was her usual furious self, and Ezra was having none of it. “Well, hello Stephanie. So nice to see you again after all these years. How long has it been?” “Shut up. Listen closely. Enough of this. You are going to march right back in there and tell the judge you want to go with me.” “No.” “What do you mean, no?” “I mean there is no chance in hell I’m doing that. That is the exact opposite of what I want to happen. I’m not doing a damn thing to help you.” “You selfish brat! I am your family! You will do as you are told.” “Fuck off. You’re not my family. Where were you when all this happened? When I was alone and afraid in a hospital bed. When they buried my parents, your sister, I sat alone in the family section. Because I will tell you who was there. Coach. Now, again, where were you?” She slapped him hard. It echoed off the tiled walls. The people around looked up. Ezra didn’t even flinch; he just glared up at her. He could hear someone running up and felt a hand on his shoulder, but he didn’t turn around to see who it was. The voice he recognized. “You must be Mrs. Asher. It’s so nice to put a face to a screaming voice. I’m Mr. Andrews.” He held out his hand to shake hers, but she just crossed her arms in front of her. “Now, what seems to be the matter here?” Mr. Andrews continued. “None of your business,” Stephanie spat at him. “Your power of attorney only applies to the monetary side of things. You can leave now.” “Well, if it involves Ezra here, I do believe it is my business. You see, in their will, they stipulated that I represent Ezra in all matters like I had with them. If he’s here, then I’m here. You knew that already though, didn’t you Mrs. Asher. Funny that I hadn’t been contacted about this.” “What are you talking about, Mr. Andrews?” Ezra asked, finally looking back at him. “First things first. Why are you here Ezra?” “It’s the adoption hearing. Coach applied to adopt me, and she’s purposefully trying to block it and take me instead.” “That does explain some things. Which courtroom are you in? I need to speak to the judge.” Ezra took him to the room over the protests of Stephanie. The judge wasn’t in yet, so Mr. Andrews had a private chat with the bailiff. The bailiff left and returned with the judge. They again spoke privately, but this time at length. Ezra took his place next to Miranda who looked confused. When they finished talking, Mr. Andrews got on his phone and left the room. “Your honor, what was all that about?” Stephanie’s lawyers asked. “We have another party who needs to be present. He was unaware of the proceedings, so he doesn’t have the paperwork he needs, so we will be resuming once he comes back with those.” “Your honor, this is ridiculous! He can’t just-” “Oh yes he can. And if he’s right like he says he is, then someone has a lot of explaining to do about why he’s only hearing about this today.” That shut the lawyer up. Coach and his lawyer waved Ezra over, and Miranda followed him over. “Ezra, what’s going on? And why is your face all red?” Coach asked quietly. “She slapped me in the hallway. For some reason, Mr. Andrews was there and stepped in. He said he is supposed to represent me in all cases, but he didn’t explain anything else. I don’t know why that’s important.” “I’m more interested in the paperwork that has the judge so curious,” the attorney said. “What could he have that would matter so much.” “She slapped you?” Coach asked. “Yeah, stupid bitch.” “Language,” Miranda scolded. “Sorry. But she is.” “And what are we all talking about over here?” Stephanie’s lawyer said, suddenly standing by. “Nothing. Go away.” Coach’s attorney said. “You know it’s against the rules to chat with him while this is going on.” “No it isn’t. Certainly not like not contacting his own attorney when starting all this.” Stephanie’s lawyer laughed once. “I knew nothing about it.” “Sure, I believe you. But really, it’s not me you have to convince. Once again, go away.” He rolled his eyes but went back to his table. Stephanie had words with him about coming back so soon and Ezra still being over there. None of the four had anything else to add, so Miranda and Ezra took their seats again to wait. Everyone was startled to hear Mr. Andrews entering again. Everyone was still there, so court was called to order. Mr. Andrews pulled a file out of his briefcase and handed copies to both lawyers. He then took two up to the judge. “This is the original to verify its authenticity. I have provided copies of it all to everyone, but I will need the original back for legal purposes.” The judges acknowledged and gave the original back to him. “This is the last will and testament of Ezra’s parents. When we did this years ago, Ezra’s mother was adamant that her sister receive nothing from her estate. Mrs. Asher has caused her nothing but misery for years, and she knew that if this day were to come, Mrs. Asher would stop at nothing to get as much money as she could. And she has tried. She has put this will through the wringer, but we made sure that there were no holes for her to utilize. The only move she has left is to get control of Ezra so she can control the insurance money he has come in to. The final amount has been listed on the final page. Everyone turned the page and everyone was shocked. Coach looked over to read it and turned around wide-eyed at Ezra. Miranda didn’t understand, so she leaned down to ask Ezra. “How much exactly did you come in to?” “Just shy of three million dollars,” he whispered back. She just sat back up straight in her chair, eyes wide. “But a couple of things, your honor. The will stipulates that any money be placed into a trust that cannot be opened before his eighteenth birthday. At which point she will lose all legal ability to control his finances. So even if she does adopt him, she will never get his money. She will only be stuck raising a boy she does not want.” “Objection! He does not know what my client wants! And it is truly offensive to speculate that she’s only doing this for the money.” Mr. Andrews smiled and reached in his briefcase one more time and pulled out a small tape recorder. He hit play and the room was filled with the Stephanie yelling. The Stephanie in the room was mortified. It was the messages she had left and conversations they had had. She was yelling at him about the money and how she would do anything for it. Even after it was obvious she lost the case, she was still calling to threaten him more. “Objection! Tape recordings are not admissible evidence-” “Yes it is. Who taught you law?” The judge asked. “The party must be aware of and consent to the recording.” “I have that on here too. Would you like me to cue it up?” he asked as he started rewinding the tape. “Later, Mr. Andrews,” the judge said. “Please continue.” “Ezra’s parents didn’t stipulate who in the United States they wished for him to be with. But the only thing they required was that Ezra never go live with his aunt. Mrs. Asher has made it abundantly clear that she has no interest in raising a child. If she did here as she did before, she filed as many delays as she possibly could in order to try and make the others not show up. Not to mention the fact that she slapped the hell out of him in the hallway. I saw it happen; he still has the red mark on his face. I can’t tell you who should adopt Ezra. But I can tell you exactly who shouldn’t.” The judge ruled shortly after gathering all the information. Stephanie stormed out in a rage. Ezra ran to hug Coach. Miranda and Mr. Andrews shook everyone’s hand as the court cleared. They were all congratulatory as they made their way out of the courthouse. “So, I don’t have to go back to Mary’s anymore?” Ezra asked when they were outside. “No, never again. You get to come home with me tonight and forever.” Coach said. “But if you will excuse us, we need to pick up Jackson from school.” Ezra hurried after Coach as everyone wished them the best. They drove in an ecstatic silence. “2.8 million dollars…” Coach finally said. “I know… I just wish I could have some of that now.” “Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty.” “Yeah, but still. Think of what we could do with that.” “And don’t worry, I won’t try to take it from you.” Ezra looked at the side of his head. “You foolish man.” “Sorry, what?” “I would give it all gladly to you.” “Why would you do that?” “Because I know you would only use it to make us happy. Because seeing you happy makes me happy. And I know that when you’re happy, you want to share that.” “Yeah, I suppose.” They got to the school and Coach parked. They both got out, still wearing their suits, and headed to the front. Jackson and all Ezra’s lunch friends were there, waiting. Neither Coach nor Ezra gave anything away. Coach told Ezra to wait with his friends while he told the principal. As soon as he was gone, they surrounded him wanting to know the results. Ezra kept his straight face as long as he could before breaking into a smile. They all cheered, but none as loud as Jackson. “I have a new little brother you guys!” “Yes, yes, and now I get to pester you all the time and tell embarrassing stories to your dates and all those sitcom-y things.” Coach came back out, grinning. The three of them got in the truck and went to dinner to celebrate. Jackson said he felt underdressed without a suit on. “So…” Ezra said over their meal. “What… do I call you now?” “I’m Jackson, and this is Coach. We’re your new family.” “Yeah, I know, but is that what I’m calling you?” “Well, I am definitely calling you my little bro.” “Can we please not?” “You don’t want me calling you my brother?” “No, I just don’t want you to call me little. I’m your YOUNGER brother.” “Technically you’re both.” “Shut up, you!” Coach laughed at them. “But what about you? What are you going to call me?” Ezra asked Coach. “Well, that’s a big question. Are you sure you want to talk about that here?” “What do you mean?” Jackson asked. “Well, it’s easier for the two of you to call each other that as neither of you have ever had siblings before. But Ezra had a father and a name for him, and a name from him, and those got taken away. Imagine then hearing that in someone else’s voice.” That one burned deep inside Ezra’s chest. He tried not to react, but that also meant he wouldn’t be able to speak without breaking. So he sat there. Jackson dropped the question after that. At least that question. “So, are the two of you going to continue on?” he asked with a wink. Coach and Ezra just looked at each other stunned. They didn’t know the answer. “Because I don’t care, if you’re worried about that. If you don’t, whatever. If you do, awesome.” “If you don’t care, why are you asking?” Coach asked. “I still want to know. It will be useful information on what kind of house I’m walking in to.” “We haven’t talked about that either. We will let you know.” Coach said. When they got home, Coach asked Ezra to join him in the guest room. When they were there, Coach began telling him that this was going to be his room now. They could go shopping g that weekend for stuff to redecorate to his liking. But from now on, this would be a space for him. Ezra looked around, almost a little hurt. “Is that ok? I mean, it’s the only other bedroom in the house. I bet you could steal Jackson’s after he leaves for college…” “No, it’s fine, it’s not that. I’ve always liked this room.” “Then what?” “I just… thought… Well, I hoped that I’d still be with you. In your room.” “Are you sure you want that?” “Of course I’m sure. I’ve always been sure of that. Do you want that? Because it seems like you don’t.” “It does?” “From the conversation at dinner to giving me a different room…” “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Even if you do stay with me, you still get your own room. A place for your own stuff. And for cover if someone asks questions. But you can choose how much time or how many nights you stay in it.” “Oh!” Ezra said perking up. He became a lot more interested in changing it up now. Coach pulled him in close. Ezra wrapped his arms around him and hugged him tight. How he had wanted to since hearing the ruling. How he had since waking up in the hospital. How he had every day since. He stuck his face in Coach’s shirt and breathed him in. “Well, that answers that question,” Jackson said from the doorway. “But it doesn’t explain why you two are in here.” “This will be Ezra’s room. We’re just talking about how to redecorate it for him.” “Awesome. Well, I’m going to bed because I have work tomorrow. Don’t make too much noise.” “I make no promises!” Ezra called out as Jackson went to his room. Coach shut the door to his bedroom and turned around to find Ezra pulling on his tie to get him to lean down and kiss him. Coach was delighted in feeling Ezra be aggressive with him. He started to undo his pants, but Ezra stopped him. “No.” “No?” sinop escort “I’ve never been able to see you in a suit like this. You look amazing. It all looks a bit too small, and I can see everything you’re playing with. But I do think that was your intention, wasn’t it?” “Yes it was. I bought it small, but I also knew that I would continue to get bigger.” “And you like being looked at by everyone.” “No.” “No?” “When I did it, yes. I loved the attention. But now, I only care when you look at me. I wore this today just for you alone.” “And that is why I want to be the one to take it off you.” Ezra sat on the edge of the bed still holding on to Coach’s tie. He didn’t have to pull for a kiss as Coach followed him and got in close. They kissed for a good long while like that, enjoying the first time they have been alone together. While they did that, Ezra loosened Coach’s tie and unbuttoned his shirt, but left it tucked in. He got his hands inside the shirt to feel all that fur and muscle he had been missing so badly. It felt so familiar, yet he had desired it so much, it felt like he was doing this for the first time again. Coach felt this way too; those hands he knew so well but hadn’t felt in so long. Ezra took his time to feel him all over again. Coach felt bigger. He had kept up on his working out and Ezra could feel the difference it had made. Ezra finally got the shirt off and got a good look at him in just his pants. Coach had slipped in his nipple rings while he was busy elsewhere. He hadn’t worn those to court, he felt they were probably inappropriate in the circumstances. The tie, still around his neck, went perfectly down his middle. Ezra had to move it so he could bury his face in Coach’s chest while he hugged him tight with his whole body. His pants came off quickly leaving him only in his jockstrap and tie. “That is definitely a good look for you.” Coach grinned but pulled off the tie. Ezra was still fully dressed. He had taken off his tie during dinner and it was probably still in the truck, but everything else was still on. “My turn,” Coach said as he gently pushed Ezra to the bed. The shoes and pants were first to go, and they went quickly. Coach then unbuttonedEzra’s shirt and pulled it open. “That’s a good look for you too. Nice undies.” Ezra was wearing a colorful pair of underwear that had a nice big pouch for his junk. Miranda had found them, and Ezra quite liked them. “Thanks. The Garretts threw away all my jockstraps…” “Well, we can take care of that, now can’t we? But I do like those. They suit you.” “I like them too. She got me a few pairs in different colors.” Coach kissed him again as he slipped them over his legs. Ezra sat up and left the shirt behind. It got tossed aside at some point by someone. Ezra kneaded Coach’s pouch before sliding those off him too to get them both exactly how they wanted to be. Coach climbed into the bed and Ezra pulled himself down on top of him. He held on tight and wanted to feel his weight pressing against him just to make sure it was actually real. They had both been hard since that first hug in Ezra’s new room, and they wanted to waste no time. Coach lined himself up and started to push. Ezra yelped and squirmed out from under him to the other side of the bed. He was breathing heavily and shaking a bit. Coach was filled with concern. “Are you ok? What happened?” “We… haven’t done this in a while. And you…are still… massive. We might need to slow it down a bit…” “Oh my God! Did I hurt you?” “Just a little. I’m fine, don’t worry.” Coach ran off to get some lube so he could work his fingers in. Ezra opened up slowly, but not as slowly as his first time. They took the opportunity to really explore each other again; to really get to feel the other again. When he was ready, Ezra climbed on top. This way he could control how much and how quickly. The first insertion was electric. Ezra worked himself down slowly with gentle rhythms, getting more inside him every time he went. His cock felt bigger too, but that couldn’t actually be possible, Ezra thought. He was probably just overly excited for this moment, just like Ezra was. Ezra didn’t have a choice but to take things slowly, but neither of them were in a rush. They both were relishing in being able to experience this again and realizing how much they had missed it. Not that either of them had forgotten, but they had gotten to the point where they resigned themselves to the fact that it was probably over. And now it wasn’t, and it wouldn’t ever be. Then it happened like it had happened many times before. Ezra found himself sitting directly on Coach’s legs with his cock buried all the way inside him. Coach was definitely bigger. Ezra was feeling him in ways he had never felt before, and this wasn’t just because they hadn’t done this in a while. Ezra stayed where he was, letting himself get stretched open wider and deeper. Coach was smiling his encouragement up to Ezra and rubbing his body to relax him and to feel how the boy reacted to his touch. “You’re bigger,” Ezra said as he stayed still. “Well, I have been working out a lot to distract me from not having you in my bed.” “I can tell, but that’s not what I meant. I mean this is bigger.” Ezra squeezed his asshole tight on Coach’s cock to let him know what he was referencing. Coach got the idea and chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve been playing around with some stuff to make it bigger. You really notice a difference?” “Most definitely. But why, though? You told me that most people were already afraid of your size. Why try to make yourself bigger?” “Because of the fact that you have never been scared and have been the only one who has been able to take me all the way in. I figured that if you like that, you might like a little bit more. I had no idea it was taking effect already. Do you like it?” “I’ve only just felt it. I’ll let you know once I’ve truly gotten a feel for it.” Coach held Ezra’s waist and pressed up into him harder and made him bounce. Ezra smiled at it, but then moaned as he was overcome with pleasure. Ezra got the point and began to ride Coach’s cock now with long strokes. They were both needing this and it didn’t last long at all. They didn’t care, they knew there would be ample opportunity now to be able to do what they like. They knew the moment was coming, and neither did anything to delay it. They both shot their loads hard, Coach filling Ezra up, and Ezra coating Coach’s body. Worn out, Ezra got down on Coach and he held the boy close, his cock still hard and buried, just how they liked it. “Hoo boy… That was spectacular…” “Yes it sure was… Is `boy’ going to be your name for me?” “I’ve called you that for a long time now…” “I know. And I love it.” Coach kissed his face. “Good, I’m glad.” “But is that for real what you’re going to call me in public?” “You really want to talk about this now?” “You’d rather talk about it while you’re actively fucking me?” “Good point. So…” “Boy? I mean, I like it, but it might sound weird out in public, and it may make me crave being here. And that may cause a scene…” Coach smiled thinking about that. “Ok, we can save that one for the bedroom.” “What do you want to call me?” “It’s not really up to me…” “It is, actually. And I’m asking that if you could choose, what would you desire?” Coach wasn’t smiling anymore, but Ezra wasn’t worried. He knew the look of concern in his eyes. “Ezra…” Coach paused, but Ezra didn’t say anything to let him continue. “Look… You have been through so much. And I don’t want to add anything to what you’re already having to deal with. I don’t want to add unnecessary strife to your mind. I know that you had a father, and that he was taken from you, and that isn’t fair. I want you to understand that I’m not trying to replace him or make you forget him or anything like that. I know that he has a special place and he always will. If you want to refer to me as your `parental guardian’ or whatever, that is fine with me.” “I appreciate your concern but that’s not what I asked…” Coach took a deep breath and steeled himself. “If I was given a choice, I would absolutely call you my son. Without hesitation.” Ezra grinned. “Then call me your son. And that is final.” Coach’s cock throbbed deep inside Ezra hearing him say that. “What are you going to call me, though?” “I don’t know. It’s complicated…” “You can say whatever you want in here. I won’t be mad or upset. Like I said, you can call me whatever you feel comfortable with. I don’t want to make you call me something that will cause you distress. I know that the father titles are earned, and I haven’t done that yet, but I hope to.” Ezra gave him a confused look combined with a smile. “Are you kidding me? In the time I’ve known you, I have spent more time with you than I have with my actual father. And then, you were the one who was there to comfort me when no one else was. You stood by me on my bleakest day. You never gave up on me, and you have fought to make me yours. Who does that? No, who does that and isn’t a parent? You have proven yourself to me time and time again; you have nothing left to prove. You have more than earned the title.” Coach was touched by this. “So, what makes it complicated then?” “The fact that you already have a son who calls you dad. I haven’t earned the right to call you that. And I don’t want to make Jackson feel like I’m trying to steal you away from him.” “You know he doesn’t feel that way.” “I don’t know that. But I will ask him, and we can revisit it then. It might be hard to break the habit of calling you `Coach’ though, and that’s just because I’m so used to it.” Coach chuckled. “I get that.” Ezra thought for a moment. “You know what? What is your name?” Coach laughed heartily causing Ezra to bounce against him. “You really don’t know?” “No, I only know you by `Coach’.” “And Mr. Myers, apparently.” “That. Was to get your attention.” “It certainly worked, but I wasn’t ever not paying attention.” “I know, but I just wanted to make sure you understood that something was very wrong in that moment without being able to say it directly. And I didn’t want you to miss my note… You did get that, didn’t you?” “Of course I did. That’s what sparked all of this.” “So?” “Ken.” “Hello, Ken. It’s very nice to meet you. Is that short for something? Kenny?” “Kenneth, yes. But no one has called me that since I was a kid.” “Does anyone actually call you `Ken’?” “A few people, but it’s funny. They think they’re doing it because they’re closer to me, but as soon as someone calls me that, I know they don’t know me all that well. Principal Mazer is the only one who calls me that, but only when not around students because it’s weird for him to call me `Coach’. You can call me `Ken’ if you like, but it will take some time for me to get used to hearing it said out loud.” “No, I know you better than that.” “I’ll pose it the same way you did. If you could choose a name to call me, what would it be?” Ezra got a mischievous grin and moved his head down so he could speak softly in Coach’s ear. “Daddy.” Coach growled and immediately turned them over, getting Ezra on his back and he could look down at him. “Say that again.” “Daddy,” he said a little louder. “Once more, boy.” “I want you to be my daddy.” Coach got that look in his eyes again, but this time it never went away. Ezra was beyond excited at what was about to happen, and he was completely unprepared. Coach really let himself go, and held nothing back. Ezra thought he might be thrown out of the bed by how manic he was thrusting. Ezra grabbed onto Coach’s huge arms to keep himself in position. Coach had never gone this long or this hard before, and just when he was starting to slow down, Ezra would call him `daddy’ again, and it would get him worked up again. Ezra kept getting pushed to different parts of the bed and Coach was always right there with him. Ezra too got lost in the emotion, and would sometimes hear himself saying things he never dreamed he would ever say. `Fuck me, daddy’ was definitely at the top of that list. But it would get Coach going so hard, so he kept saying it. And then he found that it was making him feel hornier himself and that he really did crave the pounding he was receiving. “I’m cumming boy…” Coach growled at him. “Do it, daddy. Fill your boy up! Cum for me, daddy!” That did it, and Coach slammed hard into Ezra and shot harder than he ever had before. Ezra also shot again, and he could feel it pulsing through his whole body. Coach fell on top of Ezra, sweating and panting and kissing the boy so much. “Oh fuck. Fuck, boy, that was so intense. I… just…” “I know,” Ezra said with a smile. “Oh god, did I hurt you at all?” “In all the best ways,” Ezra said, putting his hand on Coach’s chest and kissing him deeply. They both started laughing softly as they caught their breath. “Ok, apparently I really like you calling me that…” “You think?” “And I also think that it should probably stay in the bedroom, with me calling you `boy’. It would definitely cause a scene.” Ezra logged that one away under `things to say to get Coach horny in public’.

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