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In this episode we: Take care of business, eat cookies and punch and sexually examine school staff!

Another chapter that's light on the sexy, another chapter that's hard to put a rating on...", "writing": "Father And Son Episode Twelve: A Boring Conference And A Quirky Coach\n\n\"Hey, it's James here. This first week back has been pretty damn interesting. Eugine, that's one freaky-ass kid, I'll tell you that. I think he may have a crush on me after I embarrassed him like that. He's always giving me puppy dog eyes and whenever we cross paths, his eyes go right to my crotch. I wouldn't think anything of it, but now he's starting to follow me into the bathroom like some stalker. I keep asking him what's up, but he just denies everything. I don't know how to break it to him that it's too little too late, but if he gets any closer to my dick, I'm going to have to pop him one. Other then him, things have been pretty boring. Lars' parent teacher conference is tonight, so he had better be back in good shape!\"\n\n* * *\n\nFriday evening. Lars and James were just getting ready to head out to the parent teacher conference.\n\n\"Come on dad, do you really have to do that!?\" Lars rolled his eyes as he watched his dad get dressed up as if he were going to work. \"It's only a parent teacher conference. Wear something casual.\"\n\n\"Haha, nope.\" James chuckled as he put on his tie. \"This conference is important business to you and to me, so I'm treating it as such.\"\n\nLars hugged his father from behind. \"Come oooon....you know I'm going to do great....\" Lars moved his hands to James' crotch and started to undo his pants. \"Why not take off these pants and put on some jeans?\"\n\nJames bumped Lars away with his butt. \"You aren't going to sexy your way out of this Lars. I'll dress casually when I'm going there to casually talk about how consistently good your grades are.\"\n\nLars facepalmed. \"Great. My dad's going to be the only one there in a suit with a briefcase.\"\n\n\"You should be glad I care about your education this much son.\" James redid his pants and gave himself a final look. \"I know parents who don't give two shits about their kids. They just let those little fuckers run around like dumbasses.\" James turned to his son and held his chin in his hands. \"And you know firsthand how much I care about you....\" James moved in close, teasing Lars with an almost kiss before releasing him and going back to preparing. \"So I'm not taking off the suit. Deal with it.\"\n\nLars shook his head. \"Why did I ever fall in love with you? Your going to embarrass me in front of my classmates daaad....\"\n\nJames smiled. \"Don't worry kid, your going to be so glad I wore this when that one kid shows up with his mom that looks like she just rolled out of a whorehouse or that dad who looks like he just got back from a sloppy cocksucking session with a slice of pizza.\" James got his briefcase. \"You ready kid?\"\n\nLars rolled his eyes, getting his jacket. \"I guess so....\"\n\n\"Hey...\" James hugged Lars with his free arm. \"I'm only doing this because I love you so much Lars. As your father, and as your husband...\" James gave Lars a kiss on the cheek. \"And hey, if your doing as good as you say you are, you know what the reward is.\"\n\nLars smiled a bit. \"Yeah....Let's get this over with.\"\n\n* * *\n\nAt the parent teacher conference. James and Lars enter the main hall where all the teachers were lined up in booths.\n\n\". . .Fuck is this?\" James scratched his head, confused.\n\n\"They changed it up this year. Now you come in here, get my grades and other stuff, and then if you want, we go through schedules like a normal school day with conferences taking place in the classrooms.\" Lars looked around for where to pick up his stuff.\n\n\"Well this seems needlessly complex.\" James shrugged. \"At least they're still giving out free cookies.\"\n\n* * *\n\nPeriod One: College Algebra!\n\n\"Larson was falling behind earlier, but ever since last month or so, he seems to have a new motivation to improve himself. He's made impressive leaps and bounds in his work!\"\n\nJames nodded. \"I see. So far, so good Lars.\" James smiled at Lars. \"Is there anything he needs to work on?\"\n\n\"Just that makeup work from his absence. But he turned in the bulk of that to me already.\"\n\n\"HE DID!?\" James raised an eyebrow. \"But you hate math.\"\n\n\"What can I say dad? I have new motivation.\" Lars smiled at James, blushing a bit.\n\n* * *\n\nPeriod Two: Literature\n\n\"Mr. Alexander, your son has been AMAZING in this last quarter! He dives right in to whatever book we read aloud when it's his turn to read and he does some of the hammiest voices I've heard all year!\"\n\n\"Haha, that's my little drama queen!\" James ruffled Lars' hair. \"This kid was hamming it up all the way through our trip, so I know he's good.\"\n\n\"Haha, right! You shan’t have to worry Mr. Alexander, Larson is passing this class with ABSOLUTELY FLYING COLORS!\"\n\nLars got out of his seat and stepped onto his chair. \"I THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME KIND HEADMASTER!\" Lars chuckled a bit. \"Pretty good, eh dad?\"\n \nJames stood up. \"LARSON ALEXANDER, HEIR TO MY THRONE, IF YOU MANTAIN YOUR CURRENT ELEVATED POSTION, I SHALL STRIKETH THEE WITH A THUNDEROUS SLAP FROM THE BACK OF MY GLORIOUS HAND!\" James plopped back down in his seat and gave Lars a half-smirk, half-serious look\n\nLars jumped off the chair. \"Sorry dad...\"\n\n* * *\n\nPeriod Three: Advanced Cooking\n\n\"Why Lars is the most excitable little chef I've ever had! He always finishes the book work faster then everyone else just so that he can dive right in to the cooking.\"\n\n\"Hehe, he gets a lot of practice at home, too.\" James hugged Lars. \"This kid is making dinner for his dear old dad half the time.\"\n\n\"Aww. How sweet...Lars has to make up the work he missed while he was gone, but the recepies we've been studying are all to make a five course dinner, so I'll just have him make it for you at home and you can tell me if he's made it, Mr. Alexander. And be sure to include lots of detail about the quality. Don't be afraid to give it a grade.\"\n\n\"You hear that Lars? A five course dinner. You think you can handle it on your own?\"\n\nLars had never left James' side since the hug. \"Don't worry, I'll make it the best meal you've ever had!\"\n\n\"Haha, and I'm supposed to be LOSING weight...\"\n\n* * *\n\nPeriod Four: Lunch/Study Hall\n\n\". . .What are we supposed to do here?\" James and Lars sat around eating cookies and punch.\n\n\"I ask that question every day. . .\" Lars rolled his eyes. \"Especially with lunch coming right after my Cooking class.\"\n\n\"Well son, your doing good so far. It seems like you've gotten your act together.\" James smiled at Lars.\n\n\"Well I got an extra reason to be my best now...\" Lars hugged James. \"You know what I want when I get home?\"\n\nJames smirked at Lars. \"No, what?\"\n\nLars drew circles with his finger on James' chest. \"You...in bed...and then we'll fall asleep....and then we'll do it again....And then we'll eat something...then again...And then we can watch some TV...and then we'll do it again....And again...and again...\"\n\nJames chuckled. \"I don't think even I would be able to do nearly that much, but I'll be sure to give you the best I can if this finishes up as nicely as it started.\"\n\n\"Hey James!\" Coach Darius walked up. \"Long time no see!\"\n\n\"Aah, hey Darius!\" James waved. \"Sorry for not standing, but as you can see, I've got my hands full.\"\n\n\"Hey coach!\" Lars waved to Coach Darius, not bothering to leave his father's side.\n\n\"I just wanted to catch you here to tell you that Lars has been ON FIRE!\" Darius pumped his fists excitedly.\n\n\"Oh yeah?\" James smiled and hugged Lars tighter.\n\nCoach Darius nodded. \"Yeah! Whatever kind of wrestling practice you two did with that grandpa of his, it's improved his stamina and strength tenfold! He even seems a bit more flexible, too!\"\n\nJames blushed brightly, knowing exactly what it was Darius was talking about. \"We-he-hell my dad is a pretty intense man in everything he does. He wouldn't have given Lars a break even if I had begged him.\" James held Lars close, giving him a slightly concerned eye. \"But that's a closely guarded secret of the Alexander family, right Lars?\"\n\nLars gave James a reassuring nod nodded. \"Of course daddy! Like I'd just go around telling our secrets like that.\"\n\n\"Whatever the secret is, it's getting us to the finals.\" Darius nodded. \"Oh yeah, and I got a few pamphlets for gyms that may be right up your alley James. You can come get them during last period, haha.\" Coach Darius walked away. \"Talk with you more then. I left a class full of parents to have Free Gym with nothing but medicine balls and jumpropes! BWAHAHAHA!\"\n\n\". . .That coach of yours. . .is really fucking energetic.\" James chuckled.\n\nLars smirked. \"He's cute when he's excited like that, don't ya think?\"\n\nJames thought for a second and then nodded. \"Yeah. And that ass looks tasty, too.\"\n\nLars smirked. \"His bulge is pretty impressive, too.\"\n\n\"I bet a cock hound like you can't keep your eyes off it.\" James ruffled Lars' hair.\n\nLars blushed. \"Well...err....I noticed that he gets chubbies whenever big guys wrestle.\"\n\nJames chuckled. \"Haha, I guess I know why he doesn't have a girlfriend now!\" The bell rang, drowning out James' laughing. \"Oh, lunch is over. Let's get going to that next class Lars.\"\n\nLars got up. \"Right dad!\"\n\n* * *\n\nFifth Period: Constitution.\n\nJames scratched his head. \"Wait, I thought this was the United Federation, not the United States. Constitution classes exist in this world?\"\n\nLars jabbed James in the ribs. \"DAD! We're not supposed to be leaning on the fourth wall in this story!\"\n\n\"Oh sorry.\" James blushed a bit.\n\n\"Larson seems to be following along easily enough. He'll certainly prove himself to be a well read U.F. citizen.\"\n\n\"Well that's good.\" James nodded. \"You need this class to graduate, right?\"\n\nThe teacher nodded. \"Yes. All students must pass Constitution in order to graduate.\n\n\"I always that that was kinda stupid...\" James scratched his head again. \"I mean, it's not like knowing who the founding fathers are is going to be something that'll help us be good U.F. citizens....\"\n\nThe teacher shrugged. \"Rules are rules Mr. Alexander.\"\n\n\"I guess so...still kinda stupid...\" James shrugged.\n\n\"He's just like that because he almost failed Constitution when he was in school.\" Lars snickered.\n\n\"That's a lie!\" James blushed a bit. \"I passed Constitution...barely....with, a D...I still passed...and it was still stupid.\"\n\n* * *\n\nSixth Period: Weight Training\n\n\"Hey hey, now this is more like it!\" James looked around at all the weight training gear in the workout room. \"You can just smell the raw musk of testosterone in the room!\"\n\n\"It's not as nice as it looks when it's stuffed full of twinky, wangster, wanna-be strongmen.\" Lars rolled his eyes. \"At least once a period I have to save some dumbass freshman who's trying to lift entirely too much weight.\" Lars did some bicep curls as he spoke.\n\n\"Let's see if your daddy still has it...\" James tossed off his overshirt and dress shirt and set up a barbell with 300lbs.\n\n\"Be careful dad! Don't hurt yourself.\" Lars smiled widely at the sight of his dad stripping down to a wifebeater to lift weights, his muscles completely on display.\n\n\"Don't worry kid, I got this...\" James took the barbell in his hands and effortlessly did a few barbell curls, his muscles bulging and throbbing with every lift. \"Haha, just like riding a bike!\"\n\n\"Impressive James!\" Coach Darius walked in, blushing a bit. \"Your the first man I've ever seen who was able to even get three-hundred pounds off the ground without sticking needles in their butt!\"\n\n\"What can I say?\" James dropped the barbell. \"Muscles run in the family. Right Lars?\"\n\nLars hugged his dad. \"Damn straight dad!\"\n\n\"LARS! Watch your language!\" James gave Lars a stern look.\n\nDarius shook his head. \"Oh, I don't mind James. We're men here, not babies. A little swearing ain't gonna hurt anybody.\" Darius looked James up and down. \"That is an impressive body you've got there James. What exactly is it you wanted to go to a gym to do?\"\n\n\"Well, I want to get rid of a bit of this gut.\" James held his stomach. \"I don't really want to get rid of all of it, but I do want to cut a few inches off it and firm it up a bit.\" James felt his muscles. \"I'm also a bit out of practice when it comes to lifting weight.\" James shrugged. \"It's kinda hard to keep the muscles in top condition when the heaviest thing you lift all day is a clipboard.\"\n\n\"You can already lift three-hundred pounds easily, what more could you possibly do at your peak!?\" Darius's eyes grew wide.\n\n\"Let's put it this way...\" James cracked his knuckles. \"In my peak, I was almost as strong as my dad. And when we went to visit him, he was swinging me AND Lars around in his arms like we were babies. And I'm not exactly the lightest alligator around, belly or no belly.\" James nodded.\n\n\". . .I see. . .\" Darius nodded, still shocked. \"I see why Lars is so incredible now. . .\"\n\n\"Actually, Lars is a bit of a weakling.\" James jokingly nudged Lars. \"The boy needs to work on those puny muscles a bit more.\"\n\n\"Aww come on dad! Not all of us are muscle heads like you.\" Lars blushed brightly as the school bell rang, signaling the end of sixth period and the end of the pseudo-schoolday.\n\n\"Oh, there's the bell. We could head to my office and get those gym pamphlets now...or you can head over to the auditorium for an hour long lecture from the PTA.\" Darius pointed in the direction of the auditorium.\n\n\"Fuck....no....\" James shook his head. \"Take us away Darius. I spend all day lecturing kids about working hard, I don't need to lectured to about having hard working kids....\"\n\n\"Haha, let's go then.\" James grabbed up his shirts and Darius led them back to his office. \"Here we are. Let me get those pamphlets for you.\" Darius dug through his desk for the pamphlets.\n\n\"So Darius, you like wrestling a lot?\" James asked Darius, half out of curiosity about what Lars said earlier and half just to fill time.\n\n\"Yeah. Wrestling has been my favorite sport since I was a little pup. It's just so awesome to see two incredibly powerful men get down and dirty to see who's the strongest.\" Darius continued digging. \"That's why I became a wrestling coach, to share my love of this sport with new generations of kids. Aah, there they are. \" Darius popped back up, pamphlets in hand. \"Of course, if people knew I was gay, they'd probably get rid of me faster then you can say \"Bernie Fine.\"\n\n\"Aha, I knew it!\" Lars snapped his finger. \"I knew you were too manly to be straight!\"\n\nCoach Darius arranged the pamphlets. \"I'll take that as a compliment from you Lars.\"\n\n\"How do you keep it a secret so well Darius? I mean I could tell you had a quirk about you.\" James smirked.\n\n\"It's because I'm a teacher here. I tone myself down, so people just assume I'm quirky and nothing more.\" Darius rolled his eyes. \"Now back to the matter at hand...\" Darius passed them the pamphlets. \"These are all good gyms for weight training.\" Darius pointed to a pamphlet. \"This is the gym I go to. It's pretty user friendly.\"\n\n\"Well why don't we try going to that gym?\" Lars nodded. \"Then we'll at least know someone.\"\n\nJames smiled. \"That's a good idea Lars. What about it Darius?\"\n\n\"Well if you guys want to, why not?\" Darius stood up. \"I got some new workout buddies.\"\n\n\"Good. And hey, could I do something?\" James smirked a bit.\n\n\"Sure, what?\" Darius gave James a curious look.\n\n\"This.\" James stepped behind Darius and gave his ass a firm smack. \"HAHA, now that's an ASS!\"\n\n\"DAD!\" Lars blushed brightly. \"Did you just slap Coach's ass!?\"\n\n\"Hell yes I did!\" James smiled. \"Sorry if I weirded you out or anything, it was just a sportsmanship thing. Honestly. I swear.\"\n\n\"Ha, I don't mind at all.\" Darius rubbed his butt. \"I kinda wish you had given me some warning, though. That's a powerful hand...\"\n\n\"That's a perky ass, haha.\" James smiled widely. \"Well Lars, unless you have any more classes I don't know about, you blew my expectations out of the water. Since you raised all of your grades back up, I'm reinstating all of your privileges.\" James smiled at his son, ruffling his hair.\n\n\"Alright!\" Lars hopped up and hugged his dad around the neck, kissing him on the lips. \"Man, I've been wanting to do that for so long!\"\n\n\"L-lars! Darius is still here, remember!?\" James blushed brightly.\n\n\"Oops.\" Lars sunk his head in shame.\n\nDarius' raised an eyebrow. \"So you two are...\"\n\nJames scratched behind his head. \"It's a long story, but yeah...\"\n\nDarius nodded. \"I guess that explains the ring Lars got a few weeks ago.\" \n\n\"Err...\" James got a bit nervous. \"You...wouldn't...I mean, your a teacher and all...It's not abuse, we do love each other.\"\n\n\"Don't worry.\" Darius smirked, nodding lightly. \"You keep my secret, I'll keep yours.\"\n\nLars smiled widely. \"You rock coach!\"\n\nDarius smiled, getting into a pose not unlike that of a badass wrestler. \"They didn't crown me coach of the year three years running for nothing!\"\n\n\"Thank you Darius...\" James blushed even more, holding out his hand to shake Darius'.\n\n\"Think nothing of it, gym buddy.\" Darius walked past, slapping James on the ass hard. \"I have to get to that presentation. All teachers have to be present for it.\"\n\n\"Alright. We'll talk tomorrow.\" James nodded. \"Good luck not falling asleep. Those presentations are boring as hell.\"\n\n\"You think LISTENING to those things are bad?\" Darius rolled his eyes at James. \"Try being on stage, looking out at everyone falling asleep. It's MURDER!\"\n\n\"Well....what if you were wrapped up in our conference? and said conference just so happen to spill over into the pizza place a few blocks away?\" Lars smirked.\n\n\"As nice as it would be to sneak out with you two, I can't shirk my duties as a staff member. See you guys later.\" Darius stepped to the doorway, looking back momentarily. \". . .Thank you for understanding the real me...I hope we can be good friends.\"\n\nJames smiled warmly, nodding. \"Of course Darius. Guys like us got to keep together.\" James scratched behind his head. \"Actually, it's pretty refreshing to know someone else like that. All this time, it's just been me and Lars.\"\n\n\"Well I haven't really know anybody in this town like that...See you guys later..\" Darius stepped out, smiling widely at the new friends he's obtained.\n\n\"Well that's nice.\" James smiled. \"Now we got a new partner in crime.\"\n\n\"Hehe, you know what would be hot?\" Lars' mind wandered.\n\n\"Come on Lars, I'm married. A lot of unrealistic shit has happened to us, but that DEFINATELY won't.\"\n\n\"Fine...\" Lars rolled his eyes.\n\n\"Well, now what? I don't want to go to that assembly...\" James and Lars stepped out of the office and out into the hallway.\n\n\"We could get some more exercise...\" Lars nodded.\n\n\"Hmm...Alright, that'll work.\" James started walking back to the weight training room when Lars grabbed his hand. and dragged him the other way. \"Isn't this the way to the weight room?\"\n\nLars smirked. \"We can exercise at home! We'll do a few sets of pelvic thrusts with me as the weight!\"\n\nJames smirked back at his son. \"Hehe, alright then!\" James ran alongside Lars down the hall. \"Hop on kid!\" Lars jumped onto James' shoulders and James ran through the school. \"I can feel the pounds melting off already!\"\n\n* * *\n\nIt's James. Well this was a nice and productive night. We got a new gym picked out, Lars is doing fantastic in school and now we have a new buddy. I kinda feel bad for Darius...Not knowing anyone he could be himself with...I've been there...I'm going to make sure me and Lars are there for him now. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Father And Son Episode Twelve: A Boring Conference And A Quirky Coach

"Hey, it's James here. This first week back has been pretty damn interesting. Eugine, that's one freaky-ass kid, I'll tell you that. I think he may have a crush on me after I embarrassed him like that. He's always giving me puppy dog eyes and whenever we cross paths, his eyes go right to my crotch. I wouldn't think anything of it, but now he's starting to follow me into the bathroom like some stalker. I keep asking him what's up, but he just denies everything. I don't know how to break it to him that it's too little too late, but if he gets any closer to my dick, I'm going to have to pop him one. Other then him, things have been pretty boring. Lars' parent teacher conference is tonight, so he had better be back in good shape!"

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Friday evening. Lars and James were just getting ready to head out to the parent teacher conference.

"Come on dad, do you really have to do that!?" Lars rolled his eyes as he watched his dad get dressed up as if he were going to work. "It's only a parent teacher conference. Wear something casual."

"Haha, nope." James chuckled as he put on his tie. "This conference is important business to you and to me, so I'm treating it as such."

Lars hugged his father from behind. "Come oooon....you know I'm going to do great...." Lars moved his hands to James' crotch and started to undo his pants. "Why not take off these pants and put on some jeans?"

James bumped Lars away with his butt. "You aren't going to sexy your way out of this Lars. I'll dress casually when I'm going there to casually talk about how consistently good your grades are."

Lars facepalmed. "Great. My dad's going to be the only one there in a suit with a briefcase."

"You should be glad I care about your education this much son." James redid his pants and gave himself a final look. "I know parents who don't give two shits about their kids. They just let those little fuckers run around like dumbasses." James turned to his son and held his chin in his hands. "And you know firsthand how much I care about you...." James moved in close, teasing Lars with an almost kiss before releasing him and going back to preparing. "So I'm not taking off the suit. Deal with it."

Lars shook his head. "Why did I ever fall in love with you? Your going to embarrass me in front of my classmates daaad...."

James smiled. "Don't worry kid, your going to be so glad I wore this when that one kid shows up with his mom that looks like she just rolled out of a whorehouse or that dad who looks like he just got back from a sloppy cocksucking session with a slice of pizza." James got his briefcase. "You ready kid?"

Lars rolled his eyes, getting his jacket. "I guess so...."

"Hey..." James hugged Lars with his free arm. "I'm only doing this because I love you so much Lars. As your father, and as your husband..." James gave Lars a kiss on the cheek. "And hey, if your doing as good as you say you are, you know what the reward is."

Lars smiled a bit. "Yeah....Let's get this over with."

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At the parent teacher conference. James and Lars enter the main hall where all the teachers were lined up in booths.

". . .Fuck is this?" James scratched his head, confused.

"They changed it up this year. Now you come in here, get my grades and other stuff, and then if you want, we go through schedules like a normal school day with conferences taking place in the classrooms." Lars looked around for where to pick up his stuff.

"Well this seems needlessly complex." James shrugged. "At least they're still giving out free cookies."

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Period One: College Algebra!

"Larson was falling behind earlier, but ever since last month or so, he seems to have a new motivation to improve himself. He's made impressive leaps and bounds in his work!"

James nodded. "I see. So far, so good Lars." James smiled at Lars. "Is there anything he needs to work on?"

"Just that makeup work from his absence. But he turned in the bulk of that to me already."

"HE DID!?" James raised an eyebrow. "But you hate math."

"What can I say dad? I have new motivation." Lars smiled at James, blushing a bit.

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Period Two: Literature

"Mr. Alexander, your son has been AMAZING in this last quarter! He dives right in to whatever book we read aloud when it's his turn to read and he does some of the hammiest voices I've heard all year!"

"Haha, that's my little drama queen!" James ruffled Lars' hair. "This kid was hamming it up all the way through our trip, so I know he's good."

"Haha, right! You shan’t have to worry Mr. Alexander, Larson is passing this class with ABSOLUTELY FLYING COLORS!"

Lars got out of his seat and stepped onto his chair. "I THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME KIND HEADMASTER!" Lars chuckled a bit. "Pretty good, eh dad?"
 
James stood up. "LARSON ALEXANDER, HEIR TO MY THRONE, IF YOU MANTAIN YOUR CURRENT ELEVATED POSTION, I SHALL STRIKETH THEE WITH A THUNDEROUS SLAP FROM THE BACK OF MY GLORIOUS HAND!" James plopped back down in his seat and gave Lars a half-smirk, half-serious look

Lars jumped off the chair. "Sorry dad..."

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Period Three: Advanced Cooking

"Why Lars is the most excitable little chef I've ever had! He always finishes the book work faster then everyone else just so that he can dive right in to the cooking."

"Hehe, he gets a lot of practice at home, too." James hugged Lars. "This kid is making dinner for his dear old dad half the time."

"Aww. How sweet...Lars has to make up the work he missed while he was gone, but the recepies we've been studying are all to make a five course dinner, so I'll just have him make it for you at home and you can tell me if he's made it, Mr. Alexander. And be sure to include lots of detail about the quality. Don't be afraid to give it a grade."

"You hear that Lars? A five course dinner. You think you can handle it on your own?"

Lars had never left James' side since the hug. "Don't worry, I'll make it the best meal you've ever had!"

"Haha, and I'm supposed to be LOSING weight..."

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Period Four: Lunch/Study Hall

". . .What are we supposed to do here?" James and Lars sat around eating cookies and punch.

"I ask that question every day. . ." Lars rolled his eyes. "Especially with lunch coming right after my Cooking class."

"Well son, your doing good so far. It seems like you've gotten your act together." James smiled at Lars.

"Well I got an extra reason to be my best now..." Lars hugged James. "You know what I want when I get home?"

James smirked at Lars. "No, what?"

Lars drew circles with his finger on James' chest. "You...in bed...and then we'll fall asleep....and then we'll do it again....And then we'll eat something...then again...And then we can watch some TV...and then we'll do it again....And again...and again..."

James chuckled. "I don't think even I would be able to do nearly that much, but I'll be sure to give you the best I can if this finishes up as nicely as it started."

"Hey James!" Coach Darius walked up. "Long time no see!"

"Aah, hey Darius!" James waved. "Sorry for not standing, but as you can see, I've got my hands full."

"Hey coach!" Lars waved to Coach Darius, not bothering to leave his father's side.

"I just wanted to catch you here to tell you that Lars has been ON FIRE!" Darius pumped his fists excitedly.

"Oh yeah?" James smiled and hugged Lars tighter.

Coach Darius nodded. "Yeah! Whatever kind of wrestling practice you two did with that grandpa of his, it's improved his stamina and strength tenfold! He even seems a bit more flexible, too!"

James blushed brightly, knowing exactly what it was Darius was talking about. "We-he-hell my dad is a pretty intense man in everything he does. He wouldn't have given Lars a break even if I had begged him." James held Lars close, giving him a slightly concerned eye. "But that's a closely guarded secret of the Alexander family, right Lars?"

Lars gave James a reassuring nod nodded. "Of course daddy! Like I'd just go around telling our secrets like that."

"Whatever the secret is, it's getting us to the finals." Darius nodded. "Oh yeah, and I got a few pamphlets for gyms that may be right up your alley James. You can come get them during last period, haha." Coach Darius walked away. "Talk with you more then. I left a class full of parents to have Free Gym with nothing but medicine balls and jumpropes! BWAHAHAHA!"

". . .That coach of yours. . .is really fucking energetic." James chuckled.

Lars smirked. "He's cute when he's excited like that, don't ya think?"

James thought for a second and then nodded. "Yeah. And that ass looks tasty, too."

Lars smirked. "His bulge is pretty impressive, too."

"I bet a cock hound like you can't keep your eyes off it." James ruffled Lars' hair.

Lars blushed. "Well...err....I noticed that he gets chubbies whenever big guys wrestle."

James chuckled. "Haha, I guess I know why he doesn't have a girlfriend now!" The bell rang, drowning out James' laughing. "Oh, lunch is over. Let's get going to that next class Lars."

Lars got up. "Right dad!"

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Fifth Period: Constitution.

James scratched his head. "Wait, I thought this was the United Federation, not the United States. Constitution classes exist in this world?"

Lars jabbed James in the ribs. "DAD! We're not supposed to be leaning on the fourth wall in this story!"

"Oh sorry." James blushed a bit.

"Larson seems to be following along easily enough. He'll certainly prove himself to be a well read U.F. citizen."

"Well that's good." James nodded. "You need this class to graduate, right?"

The teacher nodded. "Yes. All students must pass Constitution in order to graduate.

"I always that that was kinda stupid..." James scratched his head again. "I mean, it's not like knowing who the founding fathers are is going to be something that'll help us be good U.F. citizens...."

The teacher shrugged. "Rules are rules Mr. Alexander."

"I guess so...still kinda stupid..." James shrugged.

"He's just like that because he almost failed Constitution when he was in school." Lars snickered.

"That's a lie!" James blushed a bit. "I passed Constitution...barely....with, a D...I still passed...and it was still stupid."

*   *   *

Sixth Period: Weight Training

"Hey hey, now this is more like it!" James looked around at all the weight training gear in the workout room. "You can just smell the raw musk of testosterone in the room!"

"It's not as nice as it looks when it's stuffed full of twinky, wangster, wanna-be strongmen." Lars rolled his eyes. "At least once a period I have to save some dumbass freshman who's trying to lift entirely too much weight." Lars did some bicep curls as he spoke.

"Let's see if your daddy still has it..." James tossed off his overshirt and dress shirt and set up a barbell with 300lbs.

"Be careful dad! Don't hurt yourself." Lars smiled widely at the sight of his dad stripping down to a wifebeater to lift weights, his muscles completely on display.

"Don't worry kid, I got this..." James took the barbell in his hands and effortlessly did a few barbell curls, his muscles bulging and throbbing with every lift. "Haha, just like riding a bike!"

"Impressive James!" Coach Darius walked in, blushing a bit. "Your the first man I've ever seen who was able to even get three-hundred pounds off the ground without sticking needles in their butt!"

"What can I say?" James dropped the barbell. "Muscles run in the family. Right Lars?"

Lars hugged his dad. "Damn straight dad!"

"LARS! Watch your language!" James gave Lars a stern look.

Darius shook his head. "Oh, I don't mind James. We're men here, not babies. A little swearing ain't gonna hurt anybody." Darius looked James up and down. "That is an impressive body you've got there James. What exactly is it you wanted to go to a gym to do?"

"Well, I want to get rid of a bit of this gut." James held his stomach. "I don't really want to get rid of all of it, but I do want to cut a few inches off it and firm it up a bit." James felt his muscles. "I'm also a bit out of practice when it comes to lifting weight." James shrugged. "It's kinda hard to keep the muscles in top condition when the heaviest thing you lift all day is a clipboard."

"You can already lift three-hundred pounds easily, what more could you possibly do at your peak!?" Darius's eyes grew wide.

"Let's put it this way..." James cracked his knuckles. "In my peak, I was almost as strong as my dad. And when we went to visit him, he was swinging me AND Lars around in his arms like we were babies. And I'm not exactly the lightest alligator around, belly or no belly." James nodded.

". . .I see. . ." Darius nodded, still shocked. "I see why Lars is so incredible now. . ."

"Actually, Lars is a bit of a weakling." James jokingly nudged Lars. "The boy needs to work on those puny muscles a bit more."

"Aww come on dad! Not all of us are muscle heads like you." Lars blushed brightly as the school bell rang, signaling the end of sixth period and the end of the pseudo-schoolday.

"Oh, there's the bell. We could head to my office and get those gym pamphlets now...or you can head over to the auditorium for an hour long lecture from the PTA." Darius pointed in the direction of the auditorium.

"Fuck....no...." James shook his head. "Take us away Darius. I spend all day lecturing kids about working hard, I don't need to lectured to about having hard working kids...."

"Haha, let's go then." James grabbed up his shirts and Darius led them back to his office. "Here we are. Let me get those pamphlets for you." Darius dug through his desk for the pamphlets.

"So Darius, you like wrestling a lot?" James asked Darius, half out of curiosity about what Lars said earlier and half just to fill time.

"Yeah. Wrestling has been my favorite sport since I was a little pup. It's just so awesome to see two incredibly powerful men get down and dirty to see who's the strongest." Darius continued digging. "That's why I became a wrestling coach, to share my love of this sport with new generations of kids. Aah, there they are. " Darius popped back up, pamphlets in hand. "Of course, if people knew I was gay, they'd probably get rid of me faster then you can say "Bernie Fine."

"Aha, I knew it!" Lars snapped his finger. "I knew you were too manly to be straight!"

Coach Darius arranged the pamphlets. "I'll take that as a compliment from you Lars."

"How do you keep it a secret so well Darius? I mean I could tell you had a quirk about you." James smirked.

"It's because I'm a teacher here. I tone myself down, so people just assume I'm quirky and nothing more." Darius rolled his eyes. "Now back to the matter at hand..." Darius passed them the pamphlets. "These are all good gyms for weight training." Darius pointed to a pamphlet. "This is the gym I go to. It's pretty user friendly."

"Well why don't we try going to that gym?" Lars nodded. "Then we'll at least know someone."

James smiled. "That's a good idea Lars. What about it Darius?"

"Well if you guys want to, why not?" Darius stood up. "I got some new workout buddies."

"Good. And hey, could I do something?" James smirked a bit.

"Sure, what?" Darius gave James a curious look.

"This." James stepped behind Darius and gave his ass a firm smack. "HAHA, now that's an ASS!"

"DAD!" Lars blushed brightly. "Did you just slap Coach's ass!?"

"Hell yes I did!" James smiled. "Sorry if I weirded you out or anything, it was just a sportsmanship thing. Honestly. I swear."

"Ha, I don't mind at all." Darius rubbed his butt. "I kinda wish you had given me some warning, though. That's a powerful hand..."

"That's a perky ass, haha." James smiled widely. "Well Lars, unless you have any more classes I don't know about, you blew my expectations out of the water. Since you raised all of your grades back up, I'm reinstating all of your privileges." James smiled at his son, ruffling his hair.

"Alright!" Lars hopped up and hugged his dad around the neck, kissing him on the lips. "Man, I've been wanting to do that for so long!"

"L-lars! Darius is still here, remember!?" James blushed brightly.

"Oops." Lars sunk his head in shame.

Darius' raised an eyebrow. "So you two are..."

James scratched behind his head. "It's a long story, but yeah..."

Darius nodded. "I guess that explains the ring Lars got a few weeks ago."

"Err..." James got a bit nervous. "You...wouldn't...I mean, your a teacher and all...It's not abuse, we do love each other."

"Don't worry." Darius smirked, nodding lightly. "You keep my secret, I'll keep yours."

Lars smiled widely. "You rock coach!"

Darius smiled, getting into a pose not unlike that of a badass wrestler. "They didn't crown me coach of the year three years running for nothing!"

"Thank you Darius..." James blushed even more, holding out his hand to shake Darius'.

"Think nothing of it, gym buddy." Darius walked past, slapping James on the ass hard. "I have to get to that presentation. All teachers have to be present for it."

"Alright. We'll talk tomorrow." James nodded. "Good luck not falling asleep. Those presentations are boring as hell."

"You think LISTENING to those things are bad?" Darius rolled his eyes at James. "Try being on stage, looking out at everyone falling asleep. It's MURDER!"

"Well....what if you were wrapped up in our conference? and said conference just so happen to spill over into the pizza place a few blocks away?" Lars smirked.

"As nice as it would be to sneak out with you two, I can't shirk my duties as a staff member. See you guys later." Darius stepped to the doorway, looking back momentarily. ". . .Thank you for understanding the real me...I hope we can be good friends."

James smiled warmly, nodding. "Of course Darius. Guys like us got to keep together." James scratched behind his head. "Actually, it's pretty refreshing to know someone else like that. All this time, it's just been me and Lars."

"Well I haven't really know anybody in this town like that...See you guys later.." Darius stepped out, smiling widely at the new friends he's obtained.

"Well that's nice." James smiled. "Now we got a new partner in crime."

"Hehe, you know what would be hot?" Lars' mind wandered.

"Come on Lars, I'm married. A lot of unrealistic shit has happened to us, but that DEFINATELY won't."

"Fine..." Lars rolled his eyes.

"Well, now what? I don't want to go to that assembly..." James and Lars stepped out of the office and out into the hallway.

"We could get some more exercise..." Lars nodded.

"Hmm...Alright, that'll work." James started walking back to the weight training room when Lars grabbed his hand. and dragged him the other way. "Isn't this the way to the weight room?"

Lars smirked. "We can exercise at home! We'll do a few sets of pelvic thrusts with me as the weight!"

James smirked back at his son. "Hehe, alright then!" James ran alongside Lars down the hall. "Hop on kid!" Lars jumped onto James' shoulders and James ran through the school. "I can feel the pounds melting off already!"

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It's James. Well this was a nice and productive night. We got a new gym picked out, Lars is doing fantastic in school and now we have a new buddy. I kinda feel bad for Darius...Not knowing anyone he could be himself with...I've been there...I'm going to make sure me and Lars are there for him now. ", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Father And Son: Episode Twelve", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "f", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "4", "views": "250" }