Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2013 15:52:05 -0600 From: Prince Ernest Subject: Chapter 13 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 12: The Meeting "Okay old man. I forgot that I gotta take it easy on you. You aren't a spring chicken anymore." He chuckled as he got out his Axe body spray and again started coating his body liberally with that smell. I decided to leave him alone. We were obviously comfortable around each other, but I didn't want him to feel like I was always on top of him, and always talking to him. I decided to head back to the Coach's office and check some emails and reply back to them before I left for the day. I had the usual emails from various parents wanting to discuss the various random things that parents feel the need to bother teachers about. A few other teachers from the building had contacted me to discuss a few students behavior, but luckily for me it wasn't anything serious. And at the very bottom was an email from our beloved leader, Ms. Arthur. That email was to the point. "Michael. I need to speak to you on Monday morning as soon as possible. Please come and see me before you head to your class. This regards the soccer team." Now needless to say this email did frighten me a little bit. A little bit mind you, but not a whole lot. I had just had conversations with Hayden, nothing more and certainly nothing that could land me in jail. No laws had been broken and my self-confidence was in full swing thanks to the information that Hayden had provided me. Gideon was safely in Hayden's back pocket and was unlikely to turn me in, and Byron was half in love with me so there was no need to be afraid from him. But I was still concerned that someone had reported me for inappropriate behavior. I doubt talking to Hayden in his towel was completely above the table, but again he had instigated the conversation and nothing sexual had happened. The rest of the weekend passed in a blur as I chewed over that email over and over again, trying to see if magically some other words would appear on the screen and give additional insight into what Ms. Arthur would want to speak with me about. Unfortunately no such magic tricks came to my aid and I was left disappointed all weekend long with nothing but my own thoughts and papers to grade, and soccer plans to make. As far as I could tell, if Ms. Arthur wanted me off the team and out of work, I would have been notified immediately. Natalie Arthur was nothing if not direct, and again if she had wanted me gone, I would have known Friday morning, not Monday morning. I arrived to school Monday morning, after an especially fitful night of sleeping for two hours, waking for thirty minutes, and then back to sleep for two hours only to repeat the cycle over and over again. I did everything I could. I took my Melatonin, took a glass of warm milk, read, hell I even masturbated in the hopes that it would help lull me to sleep! The images of Hayden grinding his pole into the crack of Byron's hot, white bubble butt made me spill my load in a disappointing five minutes, but it did not help me to sleep. When I finally decided to get out of bed, and dressed, I could tell I looked like hell. I drove to school in the most direct way possible so I could just get this whole mess over with. Again I wasn't afraid because I had made a move on Hayden, but the possibility existed that others thought I was behaving inappropriately with him and the others, and that could still get me into a decent amount of trouble. When I arrived at the school, I saw that Natalie's car was there, along with a few others that I recognized as early arrivals. However, there was a new car that was in the lot which was unusual for being so early in the day. Also, when I say new car I mean that it was unrecognized by me. It was an older car, something older than 2000 even. It was a blue Blazer, and looked like it had seen better days. I was intrigued by who belonged to this vehicle, but put that thought out of my mind as I approached Ms. Arthur's office and knocked gently. Her voice rang out through the whole office wing. "Come in Michael! I know that's you!" Time to face the music. Here goes nothing, I guess. I walked into the room and was blown away by the sight that greeted me. There was Natalie, all 300+ lbs of her, sitting behind her desk leaning over as she usually does. Her huge frame held a huge heart as well because everyone knew that she deeply cared about the students. Her bosom always looked like it was about to overflow out of her tops, but again no one paid any mind because she was so great with the kids. She wasn't much my type as you might have figured out, but the stunning figure on the other side of her desk was much more intriguing to me. He stood up and turned around, all the while reaching out his hand to shake mine. "Pleased to meet you Coach Lambert. My name is Liam Malcomb. I'm going to be your new assistant soccer coach! I've heard so much about you, and I can't wait to get started and lead our team to victory!" The vision of absolute sex appeal that stood in front of me could have been a grown up Hayden in a few years. I knew Hayden had no brothers, but this angel could have passed easily for his brother. I took him to be just barely out of high school, and not yet out of college. He was slightly shorter than me, maybe 5'10 or 5'9. His sandy blonde hair was in a bob around his whole head, but luckily his bangs were not covering his deep, green eyes which were looking right at me. He was not afraid to make eye contact, but he was looking up at me slightly trembling. His ears were pierced as well, with diamond studs in both ears. Liam's chest was broad, but his body tapered off into a slim waist that I could wrap my arms around and not have any trouble doing so. He was wearing a very smart outfit which I thought fit his body very well. It was s simple light green/yellow plaid button up shirt that he had left unbuttoned at the top button, and rolled up at the sleeves, revealing a nice tanned body. His pants were nice brown chino's, finished off with some nice brown loafers. Overall, he was oozing sexual appeal that I was slowly eating up. And I might have been imagining it, but I thought I could detect a slight bulge in his pants? "Uh...good morning Mr. Malcomb. Excuse me if I seem a little rude, but I've not heard anything about you. You seem like a nice enough young man, don't get me wrong, but I wasn't aware we were looking for an assistant coach." "Yes, well that's where I'm coming in Michael. Please have a seat and I'll explain everything." Ms. Arthur's smile was genuine but I thought I could detect a little hint of pleasure from her for putting me into this awkward position. Again she was great, but she was also a middle school principal. Making people squirm was her specialty. "You see Michael, our school partners up with the community college in town. We take in students that are considering a career in education or athletic training and allow them to partner up with teachers or coach's so that way they can see if this field is really what they want. I'm sure you and I would agree that there are too many teachers and coach's out there who hate their jobs and only took the positions they are in because they spent four years of college doing it, and want a job. This program allows us to thin that herd a little bit. Liam here is a freshman at the college considering education, as well as athletic training. Normally we partner these individuals up with more experienced and veteran teachers, but considering your huge success so far with student behavioral issues, I see no reason Liam can't begin to shadow you immediately. He isn't your student teacher so you will still retain control over the classroom and the soccer team, but I do expect you to include him in some of your plans. I'm placing a huge amount of trust in you here. This program has worked very well in the past, and I do not expect any fuck ups, do I make myself clear Michael?" Liam and I both chuckled a little bit at this line of her foul language. Leave it to us to be the kids in the room with Natalie. She paid us no mind, but looked at me through her glasses and was anxiously awaiting a response. "I suppose that will be alright Ms. Arthur. I can't get Liam into my plans right away, as I have already figured them out for this week, but he can gladly observe my classroom and then I can figure something more involved for him starting next week. Liam, you look like you know your way around a soccer field, so do you mind me asking what experience you have in that area?" "Sure thing, Mr. Lambert. I was the captain of my soccer team during high school. I went to a high school a little farther south, in a town called Nassau. My team won the state championship both my junior and senior year." "Hmm...sounds good enough to me then. We have our first real game this Wednesday and a practice tonight. You are more than welcome to come in and join us today to watch the students in class, and I have no problem with you assisting in the practice tonight. I already put the boys through a intense workout session on Friday, but I want one last good practice in tonight as well. Nothing to hard so they are worn out still come Wednesday, but something that keeps them on their toes. Do you think you can help with that?" "Mr. Lambert I promise I won't let you down. I want to be a teacher one day, as well as a coach. Ms. Arthur here has told me plenty about you so I think we will get along just fine. History definitely was not one of my favorite subjects, but maybe that was just because I didn't have a cool looking teacher like you?" Was Liam really flirting with me in front of Natalie? I met this young gentleman no more than fifteen minutes ago, but already I had visions of myself pounding into him and dumping load after load of my cum down his perfectly tan throat. Bending his ass over my desk and fucking him raw and hard was also flashing through my head, but I desperately did not want to get hard in the middle of the principal's office. "Alright you two, you can flirt with each other later. I've got Elijah Moore and Stefan Zbornak coming to my office in a few minutes because they apparently can't stop smoking pot behind the storage shed on their lunch hour. Their little crisis is more important to me than making sure you two like each other. Now get out of here Michael and show him around." Natalie was always direct, again proving to me that she knew nothing of any inappropriate behavior between me and the students. If she did have any suspicions she would have come out immediately and said it. I decided to follow her advice and to show Liam around the school, and introduce him to Blankenhors and Jacobson. I would also do my best to try and flirt back with him a little bit and see where it got me. From what I could tell, I wanted to know more about this man, in every way possible. The tour lasted a whole whopping fifteen minutes, and the introductions just slightly over five minutes. Lisa and Martha were polite as I knew they would be, but I could tell that they didn't think to highly of this program. I would try and find out why later, but for the time being I was too infatuated with Liam to notice their displeasure with much concern. All the while that we four were chatting, I kept notice that Liam would look me in the eyes every time I asked him a question, as well as every time someone asked him what he thought of the school. He was obviously happy to be here, and even more obviously pleased to be working with me. The classroom day started off well enough with Advisory. I told Liam to set in the back by my desk, and to make himself feel comfortable while I handled some discipline issues, namely making sure Marissa was aware that she still owed me a lunch detention. I told Liam that he could speak to the students if he wanted, but he was under no pressure to do so. I wanted him to feel comfortable in the classroom before I unleashed the full weight of an 8th grade class on him. I remembered my first day in the field, and wanted it to be just as enjoyable for him as it was for me. "Marissa, can I speak to you out in the hall quickly? Everyone else should get busy on finishing up their homework as best as they can without me in the room. This young man is Mr. Liam Malcomb and you will be seeing more of him this semester. He isn't a student teacher so you still have to listen to me, but I expect you to treat him with the same amount of respect you treat me with...perhaps even a little more." I said with a wink. I noticed that while I was talking, and said that the students would be seeing more of Liam, that Byron's head perked up a little bit more than the rest of the crowd and he turned his head to face towards Liam. He waved at Liam, and while I was walking out of the room to deal with Marissa, I noticed Byron was moving towards Liam. I was a little afraid of what they would talk about, but I wanted to give Liam his space and besides Marissa was obviously demanding my full attention if the tapping of her shoes against the ground was any indication. "Mr. Lambert, I really do apologize for what I said and did last Friday. Byron was overreacting though, and I don't really don't deserve a lunch detention. I'll work it off any way possible that you want, but I don't want a lunch detention on my record." "Marissa, lunch detentions don't go on your permanent record. They don't come back to haunt you in anyway shape or form. And you will be serving the lunch detention today, or you will have two days of after-school detention. Those will show up on your record throughout all of high school. Trust me when I say that the lunch detention is the easier way to go about this. Do I make myself clear?" Marissa had her eyes facing downward boring holes into her shoes, but I heard her whisper "Yes, Mr. Lambert." I decided not to push the issue any further. I wasn't afraid of her, but I also didn't want to make her cry. I just wanted her to know that I was in charge, and that I wouldn't tolerate her provoking anyone any longer. I walked back into the room intending to get things back on track. The class wasn't rowdy by any means, but I always hated leaving the room for a minute. I wanted them to know I was in control, and again I swear it wasn't for any narcissistic reason. I wanted them to do their best, and since they were still growing as individuals, I felt they needed guidance. I wanted to provide that guidance for them. I looked over by instinct to see where Liam was. Byron was talking to him up near my desk, but as I moved closer, Byron waved goodbye and went back to his desk to get started on his work. I knew he had plenty of work to do, but I didn't care that he was talking to Liam. If anything, I was slightly jealous. I wanted Liam for myself, and only for myself. I didn't even know if Liam was gay, into me, or into the boys in the classroom, but I was being an extreme predator in deciding he was mine. When I got close enough to Liam that we could whisper to each other, Liam leaned over to me and whispered very softly. "Byron was just informing me of some of the extra-curricular activities that you have them do. It sounds like I'm going to fit in just perfect here at Pat Nixon Middle School." ***** Everyone meet Liam. He's Lambert's new eye candy and possible love interest. Play nice with him :). Gideon and Hayden will be developing a closer relationship, and Liam and Michael might be something more than just assistant and coach. Byron will have some fun along the way as well. I'm not going into too many details, but I think everyone will like the direction I'm heading here. 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