Not once have I ever been sent to my room. This most recent offense was executed by Coach McGuirk himself, the fiend. Mother was nowhere to be found.

After Brendon ruined my party, Coach decided to humiliate me further by sending me to my room. If he thinks this offense will go unpunished he has another thing coming.

I never thought my 8th birthday would be like this, let alone end with me being ridiculed and sent away by the school's own drunken fool. My sheets were cold against my back, one comfort from the burning embarrassment doled out to me. At least no one could see me cry here.

I stretched myself on my bed, staring at the ceiling. It was a moment before I heard shuffling from the hallway, perhaps Mother was here to scold me once again? The hinge yawned with a familiar sound and I waited for the usual rasp response of Mother.

"Hey..how are ya..?" The husky voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

"Coach McGuirk?" This asshole…

"Here to finish the job, I presume?"

"I, ah, wanted to see if you were OK, mind if I come in?"

I rolled my eyes, "Enter".

There was a pause and the idiot managed to stumble his way in. I noticed as he came he had a pause in his step almost as if he was hesitant to enter.

"What's your problem?"

"Uh, so how are you?.." He smelled like booze which made me think back to Mother, always so eager to share her "medicine cabinet" with guests.

"I'm fine, unlike you…" I heard his spine stiffen, aware of his inebriation he approached me slowly.

"Look, I was seeing if you were OK you don't have to be a jerk about it…"

I lifted up on my elbows. All I saw was his outline, but from what I could see he was sloppy and had no shirt on.

"Why are you here?"

"..."

Imbecile, like the rest. I laid back down. I couldn't believe Mother, letting me get yelled at in front of everyone and then giving my bully alcohol. She often left me with her visitors, completely at each brute's needs and desires but it was a regular occurrence. Why think differently of this moment just because he was a teacher from school?

Behind the light of the door I heard no movement, it makes sense the idiot has no idea what to do next.

There was a long pause until I heard him again begin to shuffle his feet.

"Your Mom said you were pissed at me, is that true?"

There was an emotional twinge in his voice. I don't know about Mother talking about me with her lovers, but I was surprised about him wanting to actually know my feelings.

"...Are you happy I came to your party?"

I laid back down, as if I had already answered. The truth is as soon as I saw him arrive at my party my heart skipped a beat. I never thought he would actually come.

At home I was subjected to Mother's blackout binges, and I was not ready to actually be alone with them. Soccer was a nice refuge from my constant depressing routine, from the actual problems I was facing, even though he seemed to have caused a few for me himself. Having McGuirk here in the flesh, made my heart pulsate. Finally I had him all to myself.

"Since you decided to ruin my special day, I want you to make me feel better".

"Fine. What do you want."

"Kiss me"

I saw his bulky frame move fast. I closed my eyes. Coach was never the brightest, but he was always there in my head to save me from loneliness. I was a boy alone with a sad woman, he saved me as a distraction to the real world and this new idea of letting someone touch me instead of taking it.

There was a long pause. For a second I thought he had gotten bored and left me alone to my own devices, until I heard the familiar squeak of the bed and his large shadow enter my space. He grabbed me and began to kiss me. The warmth of his mouth was intoxicating, instantly filling my lower half with heat. I closed my eyes and pressed deeper into his mouth, matching each motion of his tongue with my own.

I lost my resolve as he kissed down my neck and began to pull at my shirt, his hands gliding over me.

"Mmmmm...", my mind wandered and my flesh burned as he rubbed against me. I grabbed his mouth with my lips pulling him closer.

McGuirk came up for air and pulled my shirt off revealing my small chest. In a flash he had my left nipple in his mouth, making me gasp. His left hand quickly found my right one and I writhed in pleasure as he flooded my mind with colors.

He grabbed my hand, "Touch me now…"

I felt his member stiffen against my thigh, engorged with need. I climbed on top. The stubble on his chin was sharp but nice, so I grazed my lips across his cheeks. I thought about him stopping me that day on the field, and asking me to stay late the first time.

He grabbed my bottom lip and sucked, wanting more. I kissed him as best I could between his greedy slurps, engulfing me and my childish attempt to take the lead. His hands caressed my face and temple as we kissed, at some point my hips began moving on their own grinding against him.

His transitions were as smooth as his sexual affirmations, so he ripped off my bottoms and spit on his hand.

"Ah, be gentle…" He paused, but soon began massaging my tight hole with his thumb.

"How's that?"

I tensed as he lifted me and put me to his mouth, tongue searching and finding me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I felt my cock drip as Coach spelled hopscotch with his tongue. Suddenly my hands had a mind of their own, groping over my chest and down my stomach, while my hips tried to grind deeper into Coach's face.

Then as quickly as it started he stopped and pushed me forward back onto the bed. I had seconds before he put me in his mouth, it was like a warm shock. Slowly he massaged the head of my penis and then worked his way down deep throating me.

"Ahh, ah, ah, oohh.."

I massaged Coach's head as I released into his mouth. My skull filled with full rainbows like a kaleidoscope sending a wave of pleasure throughout my body. He swallowed every drop and then pulled himself up next to me.

Head spinning, I took the chance to climb into his arms for a hug. His heart was still beating fast and I listened to him catch his breath. He was warm and I curled into the crook of his arm finally falling asleep.