Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 16:34:44 -0600 From: Prince Ernest Subject: Chapter 11 Room 108 Adult/Youth Section Disclaimers: Everything you read in this story is my intellectual property and as such should be treated with utmost respect. The students described are not living, breathing human beings mind you. They exist only in the realm of pure imagination, somewhat. These are my fantasies that I have developed over the years. The students described in the story do not really exist, but are rather the combination of several different students. Thus I am not harming anyone, because they combine features and thus are not really in existence. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PEOPLE IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL ON MY PART. All other disclaimers/rules/procedures apply. If you are under the legal age of viewing this material (depending upon where you live, that could be any age) please direct yourself to something else that will occupy your time. Also, PLEASE PLEASE consider donating to Nifty Archives! We lose funding, and all these great stories disappear :(. Just click on the Donate tab at the top of your screen! Simple, easy and definitely worth it! Other than that, I sincerely hope you enjoy my story. Constructive criticism/feedback/comments are duly appreciated. Please direct them to my email at prince_ernest86@live.com. All are welcome! And thank you in to all those who I already consider my fans! Your support means more than you will ever know! Room 108-Chapter 11: The Reveal "You are correct Mr. Phillips. Oh and Gideon don't forget your socks. You may want them to keep you warm, and I'm sure Byron is the only one who appreciates your foot massages." All three boys just stood there staring at me for a good minute. The tension was intense and for a minute I thought I had pushed it too far, but again Hayden was too my rescue, always looking out for me. He started laughing hysterically, and moving the boys in the direction of the door. At first Gideon and Byron still looked very pale, but they took their cues from Hayden, and once they got to the door, they were laughing as loud as he was, and were almost doubled over with laughter. You could still hear their laughter as they walked down the hallway. I counted my lucky stars, and turned around to get my materials ready for the next period when Hayden came rushing back into the classroom. "Thanks for letting us share in Byron's punishment Coach. I promise I'll speak to him later about this, and make sure it never happens again. Oh and don't think we've forgotten about your surprise later, after practice." Again as soon as he said these words, he was back out in the hallway, and the bell rang letting me know lunch, and my peace of mind for today were out the door. The rest of the day went rather well considering it was public knowledge that Marissa had gotten out of her lunch detention, while Byron had served his willingly and with the company of his two best friends. If Marissa's character became a little tarnished and Byron's a little more prestigious, then how was that my doing? I had assigned both of them the same punishment in a fair manner for some misbehavior. I had told no one about what Marissa's new punishment was, but she had been seen in the lunch room with her friends, so everyone knew she hadn't served the original punishment. She would come around. The afternoon classes seem to fly by as any real teacher will tell you, especially on a Friday afternoon. The main plan of that day was a simple group project which was designed more to keep them busy and preoccupied while I was able to circulate around the room and answer questions. Yes, it was more work on me, but it was accomplishing my goal of disseminating information as well as making them work with people besides their friends. Social instruction is important in a classroom setting, just as important indeed as academic learning. I was unable to talk to either Hayden or Gideon during their class periods simply owing to the very nature of the day's activities and the fact that I did not want to see too close to them after the lunch detention. I was afraid that if I were to be seen constantly in their presence, rumors would arise and that was the last thing I wanted. Both boys were involved in their group projects and although I did have a chance to speak with them, it was in the midst of their groups and thus related to the academic world, and not in relation to what sort of "surprise" I might be expecting this afternoon, after the soccer practice. Practice came soon enough, and due to the fact that we had our season opener on Wednesday, I wanted the boys to have a good, hard practice before the weekend which would give them the opportunity to slack off. The weather was warm, so most of the boys took off their shirts and allowed the sweat to just slide off their bodies like slick water that won't be shaken off of a rain coat. The practice went on for the regular period of time as it always does, but I made sure to push them a bit harder by having them run more laps and practice more fundamentals. I wanted the season opener to be a blow out in our favor, and if they should get out into the field and forget everything in the time of crisis, then perhaps they could fall back on the basics and astound a few people. No one complained because I had already shared with them my thoughts about the game, and how important a win early in the season would be for our team, both in terms of actually winning as well as a symbolic victory to set our season off right. The boys limped to the locker room at the end of practice, but they had smiles on their faces, and instead of talking about the game on Wednesday, they were talking about the game for the following week. As far as they were concerned, the season opener was theirs for the taking. All they would have to do is show up and it would be theirs by default. While we were walking in, Hayden came up leisurely walking up next to me. His body was glistening with sweat, and his hair was damp a little bit as well. His body was beginning to get a little bit more tan from the practices that we were having, as well as his near constant decision to practice to practice without his shirt on. His smile was wide on his face, and he leaned in closely to me, speaking in almost a whisper while we continued to walk in towards the locker room area. "Stay after like you did the first time you caught us. The other two won't be able to see you if you position yourself like you did first time. It won't be the same scene, but I think you'll like it." He winked as he ran off to join up with Gideon and Byron. My heart fluttered a little bit. He was giving me consent, very thinly veiled consent. I knew I wanted to stay and watch, but the question remained on whether I should stay or not. What if they were harming each other? I knew it was a flimsy excuse, because they obviously were planning something sexual in nature, but I wanted Hayden to trust me in order to continue our relationship in which he viewed me as a father. Unlike the time at the baseball diamonds, I knew that this would be the point of no-return. I was aware that one of my students was having a sexual relationship with two other students, and he wanted me to watch them. The road to hell was indeed paved with good intentions. I made the necessary preparations for the game on Wednesday, finalizing the roster and who would be playing where, who the substitutions would be, and the route we would take to travel to our destination. I wanted us to arrive early so the team might be able to do some exercises on the opposite turf and get a feel for the land, but not too early that it seemed like we were eager and the anticipation would just be building up. All these tasks took time, but they were also accomplished quickly because of my dread of what would be revealed to me once the other boys of the team left. Whenever something is dreaded, do you realize how much more quickly it seems to come? Yes, I wanted to see what was going to happen, but I was also afraid of what new step it would take our relationship. Eventually the last boy, Peter Conner left with a friendly wave and smile, and all that was left was the sound of running water I decided to play den mother for a few minutes, just to make sure that no one was coming back to pick up an errant T-shirt or jock strap. The team generally kept their locker room looking nice, but I must admit I was a bit of a cleaning freak. I went around the area and picked up a few toiletry items that were disposable in nature, and picked up a few towels that had been left behind. While all this was going on, I could continue to hear the water running from the shower. A few moans were escaping the area as well, serving only to function as a siren call to me and luring me to what I thought would be an incredibly sexy scene. When I finally found my feet leading me on the path towards where I had first witnessed the scene, I no longer felt as if I was in control of my body. I once again positioned myself in the small hallway which served to connect the large communal dressing area to the actual restroom and shower area. I could see the mirror which would reflect onto the shower area, and once again my expectations of what I should have seen were blown away by the actual raw sexual energy that was taking place in the shower room. From my vantage point, I saw something that simply took my breath away in the beauty of it all. The mirror was still slightly fogged from the steam and condensation, but I could almost clear as day see that Gideon and Hayden were spit roasting Byron!! Byron was on all fours in the middle of the shower room, while Gideon and Hayden were in their respective positions on their knees, with Gideon allowing Byron to service his member with his mouth, and Hayden apparently massaging his dick between Byron's lily white cheeks. It was such an incredibly erotic scene, that was accompanied by a cacophony of moans from all boys, Byron's mouth being muffled only slightly as he had Gideon's dick in his mouth, and was appearing to deep throat said member. Gideon had his hands on Byron's ears, and was to all intents and purposes fucking Byron's mouth as if it were the last receptacle for cum in the whole world. He wasn't moving very quickly, but I could tell from his hips that he was putting his full weight into it. Gideon's nipples were erect, and from the point I could see them, they could cut glass if they had tried. Gideon's eyes were closed as well, with his head thrown back, and since he was under a shower head, the water was flowing down from his chestnut brown hair, past his closed eyes, and down his chest, past all these things until it splattered onto Byron's head and from there disappeared into regions that I could not see from my vantage point. Occasionally one of Gideon's hands would move away from the ears, and would stroke either his own nipples, or would try and reach Byron's own stiff member. This second option was not undertaken many times, because of the physics required of it. When he would attempt such a motion, Gideon would lean over to try and stroke the dick of him who was worshipping his cock. This would in turn cause Gideon's own member to become free of it's warm cave and you could tell from the sighs escaping Byron's lips that Byron wanted to continue giving Gideon's cock it's full measure of worship. Finally, the time came when Gideon attempted it again, but instead of allowing him to do so, Byron simply and swiftly placed his hand on Gideon's chest and pushed back allowing him to continue the treatment on Gideon's dick. Hayden however, was able to accomplish two tasks a little more easier, and Byron seemed much more receptive of Hayden's ministrations than he did of Gideon's. It did not appear that Hayden was actually penetrating Byron's sweet ass, as I could see his dick head and shaft pop up a few times as he allowed himself to simulate fucking Byron without the penetration. Hayden also had his hands on Byron's hips, but I could tell his one hand which was hidden from my view, was stroking Byron in a soft, and yet determined fashion. Once again, the unmistakable hand and arm movements of a boy servicing himself or another were seen. Occasionally Hayden would allow the situation to switch from sweet to a little bit harder, as evident from two distinct actions. If he wanted the scene to become a little bit more faced past, he would smack Byron's ass which would in turn send the other boy moaning, and would send Gideon into a sort of sexual frenzy because he would quicken his pace of face fucking Byron. This burst of energy would last no more than a minute or two, but it was clear that it was the effect that Hayden wanted, as he would lean slightly over and high five Gideon, who would do so in a sort of a trance, as he never opened his eyes. Gideon's eyes were shut tightly, not from a desire to keep unawares of what was going on around him, but from what I could guess a desire to keep the sexual feelings memorized and focuses solely on them. If Hayden wanted the situation to slow down a little bit, he would lean down and kiss the back of Byron's ass, planting a kiss so tender that Byron was obviously used to the kisses because they seemed so slight that I would have not noticed them if he had placed one on me. But again, Byron must have been familiar with how Hayden's lips felt on his skin, because he would spit Gideon's dick out of his mouth, and take it in one hand and jerk him off with a vigor that was surprising. It was evident from this two actions that Hayden was once again the undeniable leader of the group, because it was he who was speeding up the actions or causing them to slow down. Finally the time came when the climax was reached by all. In his primary fashion of making everything a competition, Gideon came first with a force that must have taken Byron for a surprise, because he gagged on the dick a little bit and spit it out. Once Bryon was satisfied that there was no remaining cum left in the organ, he started to clean it with his mouth and lips in an almost loving fashion. Gideon simply fell back onto his bottom and laid there, eyes remaining closed and his breathing heavy, as he muttered a few damns and other curse words that would have landed him into trouble should he have been in class with me. Hayden was next, and he muttered a few of the similar words of excitement/sexual release which Gideon had so blessed our ears with a few seconds earlier. He grabbed onto Byron's hips and started thrusting harder and harder, as his ass cheeks clenched in time with his balls emptying onto Byron's back. While he was cumming, he leaned over slightly as the sheer pleasure overtook his body and he shook with relief at cumming. Watching a teenage boy cumming can be a sight of beauty and Hayden was no exception to the rule. Immediately after feeling Hayden's juices shoot onto his back, Byron muttered an "Oh Fuck", and immediately flipped himself onto his back, as he took over masturbating himself to his own potent, but apparently still dry orgasm. With his hips bucking wildly into the air, Byron let loose the vilest of obscenities as his body shook with delight oozing out of every pore of his body. Once the feeling had subsided, Byron just lay in the middle of the shower, his chest moving up and down in time as he struggled to regain control over his body. The orgasm had obviously been powerful, but you could read his frustration on his face as he had still not reached parity with his friends. I decided that I had seen enough, and with my cock begging to be released from its own cage and to be serviced, I moved silently to the coach's office to await their departure. The lights in my office were turned off and I doubted that they would be paying any attention to what was going on in my own remote corner of Earth, so focused were they on each other. Twenty minutes eventually passed, and I figured that I was in the clear to move out of the locker room, drive home and allow the scene to replay itself in my head as I stroked myself to my own powerful orgasm. Disappointment however continued to haunt my every moment. As I opened up the door to the locker room, I was immediately greeted by the image of Hayden, with only a towel wrapped around his slender waist, and a smile stretching across his beautiful face. "Hey Coach...figured you would expect us all to be gone. But I've got a few things I want to discuss with you if you got the time." ***** Will Lambert ever learn to deal with surprises? Will Hayden make a move on Coach?? Will Byron ever produce cum? Such are the questions that authors of Nifty face on a regular basis, and I guarantee you that these questions and many more will be answered in due course. I see no reason to stop this story, EVER, and hope that you all feel the same way. If you want your input on those questions heard, please feel free to email me or contact me on Skype: prince_ernest86. I honestly and truly try to respond to all my readers whether they be positive or not! :) Questions/comments/concerns/and dare I say complaints, please direct to my email, prince_ernest86@live.com Please, again consider making donations to Nifty! Your support is gladly appreciated!