Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2013 17:47:16 -0600 From: Prince Ernest Subject: Chapter 17 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 17: The Big Game By the time I had emptied my seventh shot of hot cum into Liam's mouth, he was no longer able to keep it all in his mouth, and it started to flow gently out of his mouth and trickle down the sides of his face. I was able to get one more small shot off, but it was a weak one that hurt a little bit to get out. I was impressed, but it didn't beat my personal record of twelve shots from when I was thirteen. Liam was still just slowly stroking my dick and looking up at me from below, with my cum continuing to trickle down his face. He swallowed it with one quick gulp, and then lovingly licked all the remaining cum off of my cock and the little bit that had gotten onto his hands from when it had overflowed in his mouth. As I sat there staring at him, trying to figure out where we went from here, Liam made the first move again. I was a little taken aback that he had gotten me on the first try, as I wanted to establish my dominance over him, but his voice spoke first and it was full of laughter and life. "Impressive Coach...very impressive. Well that was a pretty good appetizer, but where do you want to go for the main course? I hear Zwanzig's pizza is a pretty good place around town." I was so blown away by what had just occurred that I just nodded at him without showing any sort of emotion. I felt a deep connection to him, of course I would after what we had just committed, but I wasn't sure whether that was him simply showing some affection to me because of his attraction to me, or because he wanted a deeper relationship. I was determined though that I would discover the meaning of all of this at supper, and so instead of spilling my emotions on the table at the present, I silently and quickly got dressed. Liam moved back to the shower to quickly rinse his face off from where my cum was dribbling down his face, and then he also got dressed without saying much. Silence reigned in the shower room, but it was a comfortable silence of two people who knew that they would be discussing what had just occurred, but that didn't feel the need to do it immediatelyl We arrived at the pizza parlor at about 6.15 and were seated promptly. It's a little hole in the wall pizza place, but it's got great food. There was a medium sized crowd there already, but Liam and I were able to sit in the back, away from the busy families eating their dinners, and we were thusly able to have a relatively private conversation about things and hopefully we could normalize our relations. I took the liberty of ordering us a medium sized pizza with jalapeņo's and grilled chicken. Weird, I know but it's amazingly delicious. I ordered a Killians for myself, and Liam was drinking iced tea. Our conversation started normally enough, and simple enough. "Well Liam, tell me first honestly, what do you think of our team? Do you think we have a good enough group of gentlemen that we can win a game with?" I wanted desperately to dive right into the conversation about the shower room, but first I wanted to establish that I was calling the shots. Had I rushed into talking about the incredible blow job he had just given me, I'm sure Liam would have felt the tide turning in his favor. I must take advantage of this opportunity now while the battle was going in my direction. Liam did look a little crestfallen that I wasn't going to get right down to the nasty business of establishing dominance in our relationship on the territory that he wanted, but he answered the question honestly and with his usual grin that could convince me to do almost anything I didn't necessarily want to do. "Well Coach, I think our team is a solid team on all sides. We have Hayden, Gideon and Byron who are capable of being strong aggressors when we need them to be. We also have Jayden, Jackson and Christian who can keep the back line strongly defensive, which makes for a well rounded team in terms of aggression and defense. You don't want to have too much of one or the other. And to round out the team, Paul, Clayton and Billy are strong middle ground players who can be counted on to cover the asses of any of the other boys in times of trouble. And finally, Derek and Nathan are great as goalie and sweeper. You certainly did a great job of picking out the team that you have in front of you, Coach. Not only are they great on the field, but they seem to also be well at ease with one another and can be counted on to know almost where their teammates are wanting to place them without being told or yelled at. Plus all the leaders are easy on the eyes." He winked at me when he said this last little bit, and I knew he was referring to the Three Musketeers, my precious ones who I knew could be counted on to help out in times of need. "I am very pleased that you feel that way Liam, and I'm glad you noticed the loyalty the boys have towards not only each other, but also to my person. We have only been a team for about two weeks now, but we truly treat one another as family. And considering that there are eleven teenage boys on the team, combined with my own childlike nature, it's impressive that there haven't been any fights breaking out yet. We are loyal to one another, there is no doubt, but the question I have to you is whether you can join the team, and listen to what decisions I make regarding the team. I'm going to be honest with you Liam, I value your expertise, but I see a reckless streak in you. Can you listen to me and do what I tell you to do if it's in the best interest of the team?" Liam got a worried look on his face, but I saw the confusion pass just as quickly as a summer storm that springs up out of nowhere. His answer was quick, and well worded. "I would do anything for you Coach, as well as the team. I want to be a part of a winning team, and you have a winning team. I'll challenge you, I won't lie about that, but I think we can push each other pretty well and make for a great coaching staff. I can't promise you that there won't be times that you won't want me to go take a short walk off a long cliff, but I completely believe that we can make this team even better than it is. Plus, I can always work off my actions in the shower room can't I?" Now was the time for us to get to the point of all this. He had promised me that we would agree on most things, and I didn't mind a challenge to my authority on occasion as long as it was in the best interest of the team. Conflict brings out the best in some people, and again if it made us a stronger squad, and made my first year of coaching the 8th grade team a success, who was I to say no? "Liam...what happened back there in the shower was amazing, and I definitely appreciate it. But here's the harsh reality of the situation. Yes, I am gay and Ms. Arthur knows that and doesn't care. The rest of the staff has no idea, and neither do my students. I simply don't think it's an issue and so I haven't brought it up to them, because I don't want it to become an issue. I am proud of being a gay man in my life, but I don't want my students to question why I give this student a certain amount of latitude, and why I don't give that student the same treatment. Also I am much more of a relationship person, instead of a quick cum session. From what I see of you, I would love to develop a relationship with you, but do you think you can slow down in the bedroom and allow a real relationship to develop with me? And finally, what happened in the shower room can't happen again. At least not during the weekdays, because the last thing I would want is for Gideon or someone else to walk in and see us in a situation we can't get out of without explaining for thirty minutes. Do you understand where I am coming from?" I spoke these words while staring into his deep sea-blue eyes that seemed to be staring back into my soul. I wanted him to understand where I was coming from, and that I meant every word I said. This would be a defining moment in our relationship, and like Walt Whitman said, the two roads would diverge, but what road I would take still remained to be seen. When Liam spoke, his voice was a bit faltering, but he still maintained eye contact with me. His eyes never left mine, but I felt his hand stroking my hand on the table in an attempt to sooth my fears. "Michael, I want you to listen to me really closely. I've had quick fucks, and I've had serious relationships. I can go either way. I've been out since I was 14 years old, and my family knows. I understand what you are saying, and I don't necessarily agree with you but I still think you have valid points. I could tell from the first advisory class that we had this morning, that you cared first and foremost about the students, and the last thing you would want is for one of them to feel uncomfortable or in any way that they can't trust you to be free from prejudice. I do think I want a relationship...no I KNOW I want a relationship with you. I'm willing to wait, except for the occasional quick bj or quickie wank together, in order to slow down. Sorry Michael, but I'm a sexual person, always have been and always will be. Can you accept that about me?" "Without question Liam, I can accept you on those terms and no other terms need to be added. We will have to talk to Ms. Arthur about this situation, just so everything is on top of the table. I won't have either of our reputations ruined because we want something that will destroy us. Unfortunately she's gone for the next couple of days at a conference in San Francisco. So we will have to keep our relationship secret until then from the rest of the staff. It's going to be hell to explain to Blankenhors though. I could have sworn she was developing a bit of a crush on me." We both laughed at this last comment, and finished eating our pizza over some other idle conversation regarding the team, and the students. Liam did take teaching seriously I was starting to notice, and once again I was flattered that this young man was not only another ideal teaching candidate, but also flattered that he was now entering into a relationship with me. I was determined that I was going to retain control of the relationship, but as anyone would tell you in the beginnings of a relationship, such things are often up in the air and it's up to the dominant partner to handle things. Tuesday flew by rather quickly, as we once again handled the day to day instructional tasks that confront teachers, and coaches. We didn't have practice on Tuesday, because I didn't want them to be exhausted from so many practices that they wouldn't be able to play on Wednesday. Liam was fitting in well with the other teachers, but I could tell Blankenhors regarded him with a little bit of jealousy and suspicion. Her fears would soon be confirmed but I felt no need to rush in and tell her without first telling Natalie Arthur. Once I had the administration squared away and on my side, and only then would I feel comfortable enough telling my story to the other staff. I didn't want to rush into anything simply because Liam was an excellent blowjob technician, but I wanted to guarantee that my professional relationship would be covered and protected. I had laid down the beginning of positive relationships with my students, and I would be devastated if they lost that trust in me so early in the year. Wednesday evening came soon enough. The game was scheduled for 6 p.m at Oak Grove, the other middle school in our city. It wasn't a long drive, only about twenty minutes, but the whole bus ride over; the team was silent in anticipation of what would be coming up as they exited the bus. I said a silent prayer along the way that the team would perform their best. A win tonight would be a huge morale booster, but in the end all I wanted from them was that they would play their best, and leave nothing of regrets on the field. Such would be the ultimate victory for me as a coach in my first year. The only ones that I noticed were talking were Bryon, Gideon and Hayden. They were whispering to each other in excited but hushed tones so that people could hear them talking, but no idea of what they were saying. I noticed that in a bus of 11 teenagers, not counting Liam, and myself and the bus driver, they were the only ones who found the courage to speak. They kept stealing glances at Liam and I. We weren't sitting together, but Liam was sitting in front of me, and we were occasionally making eye contact with each other, but not talking. Neither one of us was capable of speech at that time. The pure anticipation of what would happen in the next hour was too much for us to form words in our throats. It was simply too much for us. The game started off well enough, with our boys scoring a goal in the first fifteen minutes. The Three Musketeers flowed up and down the field with the grace of gazelles, and the ferocity of lions. The back line held firm and didn't allow their opponents into too close of a range that they might be able to do something on the scoreboard, but they were often times close enough that I felt something approaching fear in my voice, as I shouted out the orders to the boys. Oftentimes, the boys would be moving into the position that I wanted them to be, before I even was able to formulate the plan in my head personally. They had listened to my speeches, and knew what I expected of them. It was as if I was out there on the field encouraging them myself, and fighting their battles as well. Liam was next to me, jotting down notes on the players performance that we would review later, after the game. I was a meticulous coach, and was going to go over their mistakes with them in a personal way to make them a better team. Some coaches might confront their players right then and there, but I wanted my team to be able to keep playing with confidence as the game wore on. The time for reflection would be later, for now we had to concentrate on what was unfolding in front of our eyes. Shortly after our team scored, the Oak Grove boys scored their first score, and brought the score to an even tie of 1 to 1, right before the half time whistle blew. The team came flowing back onto the sidelines for the quick half time, and Liam was quick to provide the sweatiest ones with water bottles, and also to tend to those that appeared to be limping. He offered them quick rub downs, while I offered them advice and constructive comments on what they had been accomplished so far. Again, I felt that if they knew I felt their efforts were headed in the right direction, then they would be able to keep the momentum and we could lead the team to victory. Half time ended quickly enough, and once again the anticipation of what this next half would bring was enough to make the strongest stomach toss and turn in an iron cage. This next half would be more telling than the first half, because now it was time to see what they could accomplish when the pressure was applied. I should have known that my boys would pull through for me, because that's exactly what they were able to accomplish. Gideon gained control of the ball and in ten minutes scored two quick points, and we were able to keep the other team playing defense for the rest of the game. By the time the whistle blew, Gideon, Hayden and Byron were dripping with sweat almost literally pouring off their bodies, but also smiling as if they had just ridden two roller coasters back to back. They were clearly pleased with themselves, and as well with the rest of the team. Although they had accomplished most of the work, and Hayden had done an outstanding job as captain, they instead took the time to congratulate each of their team members, and offer them praise for the work they had put in. I was beaming with pride at the humble attitude that the Three Musketeers were displaying towards one another, as well as the rest of the team. The only time I expressed disapproval was when they lined up to shake the hands of the opposing team in the standard practice of congratulating them for a good game. I noticed that while most of the team was being genuine, Byron was flipping off each and every Oak Grove boy that he passed. I cleared my throat in his direction, and he looked at me and winked as he also flipped me the bird. I made a mental note that I would speak with him about this later, but before I was afforded the opportunity to speak to him, all three came up and started jumping over me in a celebratory mood. Gideon and Byron were whooping it up, but Hayden found his voice and spoke to me first. "Coach, we did it! We won the first game! It wasn't even close, they couldn't keep up with how fast we were! Gideon scored two of the points, and we knocked them out! They didn't stand a chance, and they are supposed to be the only other team that can compete with us! We kicked their ass's!!" Byron was next, "Yeah those preppy Oak Grove mother fuckers weren't expecting my little send off either. I showed them how Pat Nixon would have said thank you for the practice. Maybe they will blow us afterwords?" Gideon just stood there soaking up the congratulatory pats on the backs from his fellow teammates and the adoring looks that Liam was shooting to him. All of them were so proud that they had forgotten they were still in the presence of a teacher at their school and his assistant. To them, they were alone in the world and only mindful of their own needs and wants. I chuckled a little bit, but spoke to Hayden. "We won because of how hard you played, and how seriously you took practice. Those two things combined to make it so that we won with ease. Just watch the language Hayden. We are still representing the school." "Who cares Coach, we won the season opener!" He then leaned into me, and in almost conspiratorial voice spoke the next words to me in a whisper. "Plus, we have another surprise for you. Byron can cum." ***** And that's where I'm going to end it. The long anticipated "cumming" of age of Byron is at hand, and will be discussed next chapter. I apologize to those of you that think this chapter is lacking in details of the soccer game. I admire soccer, and I especially admire soccer boys, but I know absolutely nothing about the actual sport. Still it wasn't horrible was it ;) Again I've got some model pictures of the boys that I wouldn't mind sharing with people if you don't mind sharing some good stuff with me. Just say hello and let's see where we go from there. Questions/comments/concerns/and dare I say complaints, please direct to my email, prince_ernest86@live.com Or Skype me @ prince_ernest86. Please, again consider making donations to Nifty! Your support is gladly appreciated!