Date: Sat, 6 Apr 2013 17:02:34 -0500 From: Prince Ernest Subject: Room 108 Chapter 19 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 19: The Party Liam's face was now entirely transfixed on our conversation, and the confusion that he had earlier tried to hide, was now written large across his eyes and his mouth. Liam would have liked nothing better that to have entered into our conversation, but again at the present moment, he wanted to just sit back and watch what was unfolding in front of him. Curiosity would surely kill this cat if he wasn't careful, but who really pays attention to the flame in front of them? "Alright Hayden, let me and Coach Liam get back to discussing the strategy for the next week's game. You boys go on and enjoy your pizza party, you've earned it, wouldn't you agree?" "You are right Coach. It's also like we are celebrating Byron's little achievement aren't we?" With that last little comment, which seemed to go sailing over Liam's head, Hayden flashed a toothy grin at me, and resumed eating with his friends as if our conversation had been no more than a mere distraction to him. I went to turn back to Liam and finish our discussion, when I felt his hand reach over and grab mine. "Michael, I have to ask you something, and I need to ask it now. Were you just flirting with Hayden Van Diver right in front of me?" And we had reached the moment that I had dreaded. The moment that I knew was coming, but had tried very hard to forestall was here at hand and there was no way to escape it. I was aware that Hayden had been flirting with me, and knew that I had been flirting back with him. In all honesty, Gideon and Byron were probably aware of it as well because they had been watching our conversation from afar, a fact that I was only aware of once I turned to watch Hayden leave our table and return to his friends. "Michael, I can tell what was happening, but I want to hear it from your mouth." Liam's voice was a little bit more direct and forceful this time. His voice shattered my internal monologue of possible solutions to the problem in front of me, and when I turned to meet his gaze, I noticed his light blue eyes were looking at me dead on. But to my surprise there was not disgust, anger, or fear written on those eyes. They were still looking at me as they had before. With love and admiration for someone that he respected, and not someone that he was preparing to turn into the cops. I took this as my sign of trust, and proceeded in the best way possible. Directly. "Liam...I'm not going to lie to you. Hayden was flirting with me, and I was flirting back with him. Hayden has a strong relationship with me built on mutual respect and trust. Hayden knows that he can come to with any sort of problem and I will give him my best advice. Gideon and Byron know as well that they can trust me. I guess sometimes, to people outside our lives, that trust may seem like flirting. But I promise you this, I haven't touched those boys. I have however seen something's that I may not have seen." I kept my gaze steady with him while I said everything. I watched his facial expression for any sign of emotion, but he was a blank slate, which scared me even more than I thought it might have. I wanted him to say something, anything at all, but instead he just sighed a little bit, and loosened up his shoulders before looking at me and whispering. "Well I guess we better get the boys back to the school so they can shower up and head on home. " His voice sounded defeated, but I knew from the look in his eyes that he was still intrigued by what was going on. It was a resigned look, but still one that showed he trusted me. The conflict was written large across his face, and while I went up to pay for the meals and Liam went to corral the boys into the bus, I prayed a silent prayer that everything would be okay and that Liam was the type of man that I felt I knew him to be. Similar to me in finding the boys attractive, and eager to see them play, but one that wouldn't abuse them in anyway. The ride back over was still a jubilant one for the boys, and Liam and I did our best to partake in the celebrations. It was too little effect though, as we both knew that something monumental was coming in a matter of minutes. I decided to distract myself by opening my playbook from the night's game, and writing down some new strategies that I noticed the boys had adopted during their playing. The boys knew that I trusted them completely when it came to the game, and that they could count on my support if any questionable plays arose. I liked giving them that freedom on the field, because I felt that it made them stronger players. Allowing them the ability to determine how and when they could execute some plays gave them confidence. Confidence is key to any successful sports team, and I knew my students had confidence a plenty. And yet at this moment I felt like I had no confidence of my own. I was just anticipating something that I had no control over. Liam came over and set next to me about half-way through the trip back home. Our eyes met, and I knew I needed to calm the fears that were apparent in both our faces. "Liam, I want you to know that you can trust me in this matter. Nothing inappropriate has happened, and the boys know that I would never do anything to betray their trust. I need you to trust me that what we are about to see is something that they want to show us, and not something that I've asked for. My relationship with them is strong, and something that I do not value lightly. If Hayden wants me to see this, then I know it's okay." His voice was shaky but I could hear the determination behind it. "Michael, I trust you beyond measure. You are someone special, not only to the boys, but to me. I've never had a real relationship before, and I think that you are someone I can be myself around. I don't know what's coming, and it frightens me, I'm not gonna lie to you about that. But when I look into your eyes, I know that I can handle whatever is coming. But aren't you afraid of the boys betraying us?" "Hayden, Gideon and Byron have had plenty of opportunity for that in the past month or so, and yet here I stand. I would be lying to you if I didn't tell you that I'm constantly afraid of something being discovered, that shouldn't be. But I have slowly learned to live my life without the fear of being caught. I was afraid of being caught as a gay man in high school, and now I can't imagine living my life in any other way. Liam, again I promise you that the sight we are about to see is something magical and something I trust you will enjoy." I smiled at him and winked when I said this last little line. I wanted him to relax, and I saw his eyes meet mine, and again I noticed they were filled with respect and admiration, not disgust. I thanked God for small miracles, the least of which was Liam being in my life. When we arrived back at the school, most of the parents were already there to meet the boys, but they knew the drill. Again, according to corporation wide regulations, after all athletic events the participants were required to shower before they could be sent home with their parents. Thank God that a few years ago there had been a public-health scare. The boys filled into the showers, while me and Liam went to the office to await what I knew would be a huge scene both in my life and in the boys. While sitting in the office, seeing to the endless amount of tasks that seemed to pile up in my life, I noticed that Liam was still relaxed. Every time that a door slammed shut, he would calmly look over to see who had left a few seconds later. I figured that if he was tense about what was upcoming, he would be jumping at every little sight and sound and he would be experiencing a sensory overload. Instead he seemed to be completely at ease, perhaps even anxiously anticipating what was in store for him. Could he perhaps have some sort of idea about what was going to be happening, and was in fact looking forward to it? My mind raced with all the possibilities, and I'm not sure exactly how I was able to grade the papers that I had laid out for myself to occupy the time I knew I would now be spending. I was always able to grade papers well enough, but now I felt that I was on auto-pilot, so focused was I on Liam. Finally the last door slammed shut, and the last boy walked out that I knew would be leaving. Liam looked over at me and his eyes seemed to say "Well what happens now?", but I just kept on grading the papers in front of me for another ten minutes, allowing the anticipation and excitement eat away at him, while I relished the control that I was experiencing over the situation. Liam wanted to see what was behind the magical curtain, but he knew he had to wait for me, like a boy waiting to open the largest present underneath the tree at Christmas. I knew that from now on, I would be in control of the relationship, which was something I had desired all along. I didn't desire this control become I was into the whole master/slave dynamic, but given the relationship I had built with the boys, I knew that I had to be in control to protect not only myself, but them as well. Anyone else in control could be reckless, and recklessness could bring all sorts of destruction into the fragile world that we had built up. After about ten minutes of waiting to make sure that no one else could be returning for any forgotten materials, I motioned for Liam to follow me, but also to stay behind me. The boys knew that I would be crashing their little celebration, but they had not been warned about Liam. True enough, most of them seemed at ease with him, but that was not a risk that I was willing to take in this situation. I would be a known observer, and Liam would be a covert witness. That way, if the boys were upset with him watching, they would only find out at a later date, when I chose to reveal that information, and indeed if I chose to reveal such information. We moved silently into the position that I had first caught the boys at, those few short weeks ago, now seeming like they were a different time period. I was slowly working myself up mentally, and indeed sported a semi-erection in my coach's shorts. I looked back to Liam and smiled at him, and he smiled back. From this point on, we both knew that there was no turning back, and that the sites we would be witness to would from now on change our relationship with everyone inside the shower. For better or worse still remained to be seen, but there would most certainly be some sort of change. The site we were greeted to was simply put the most erotic sight that I could have ever imagined. I'm not sure who brought it, but there was a cupcake on the floor of the shower room. Thankfully the showers were not running or else the cupcake would have been destroyed, but instead it sat there silently surrounded by three teenage boys silently stroking their cocks in one hand, and with their free hands, massaging each other's chests. All of the boys were on their knees around the cupcake, or else I'm sure their balance would have been thrown off. Almost as if they had known that I would want to watch Byron, he was in view of the mirror so that he was the one I could make out the clearest. Gideon and Hayden were on either side of him, and as stated before they were wanking themselves furiously, as if it was some sort of contest that they were all participating in. It was then that I was struck by the reality of the situation. It was a competition! These boys competed about everything, and now that Byron was able to cum, they wanted to compete against each other to see who could reach an orgasm first! When I was younger, I had heard of the game "Soggy Biscuit" but none of the other boys I hung around with had been able to summon the courage to actually participate in a game with myself or anyone else. And now, here in front of me this scene of pure erotic imagery was unfolding for my enjoyment. I won't say it was for my sole enjoyment as I'm sure that the boys in front of me were also enjoying themselves. I quickly turned around to make sure that Liam was still with me, and had not run screaming out of the room for fear of his life, and in order to report me to the police. To my surprise and satisfaction, Liam was still there, his mouth open wide enough for a Mack truck to drive through, and also to my satisfaction I noticed that he was slowly stroking himself above his mesh shorts which he had worn to the game. I knew then and there that he was more like me than I had originally expected. But I was slowly brought back to the scene in the shower, as the grunting of three 13 year olds pierced the air. All three boys had their eyes closed and were moving their hands quickly up and down their own cocks as quickly as they could. Their hands were almost blurs in my field of vision, but I could tell that they were also being tender with themselves as their dicks were glistening in sweat so they were providing their own lubricate. I knew that sweat would be a poor lubricant, but a lubricant it was at the least. I made a mental note that I would buy them some lube and try and find some way to sneak it to Hayden so that he could have some more pleasurable fun in the future. Gideon was rubbing Hayden's abs in a very loving and sensual manner, but one that betrayed his hands were not in unfamiliar territory. He was loving, sure enough, but he was also anticipating each rib by placing his finger out in anticipation of meeting it. It was evident that Gideon, the sports stud of the group was truly and deeply in love with Hayden. There could be no mistaking that. Hayden however was being almost territorial with Byron, grabbing and mashing his chest as if he was tenderizing meat. There was no warmth in those ministrations, but instead the raw and naked desire of someone who wants to make pain into pleasure. Bryon was not crying out in pain with each stroke of Hayden's hands, but instead was showing his delight in his friends work, by his mouth opening and closing in silent pleasure every few seconds. I thought that I could detect just a slight bead of sweat running down the side of Byron's face, which was visibly red from the intense amount of pleasure that he was feeling. I reasoned that sense his body was still new to orgasms, he was not in complete control of his body as it responded to the stimulus being sent to his brain. Soon he would learn to control these emotions, and would get more pleasure out of such experiences. Unfortunately, it seems that Liam and I had waited to come and view this tableau, as moments after we arrived, the chorus of teen voices started to string forth obscenities that would have shamed their mothers had they been there. Sure, there was more that they would have been ashamed of, but at the moment that was not what was on my mind. Gideon and Hayden both opened their eyes as they neared the completion of their work, and ever so slightly leaned over and kissed each other, before pulling themselves back from the kiss and arching their backs. Their timing was impeccable as they almost simultaneously shot forth their cum from their dicks, as strong as if it had been shot out of cannons. I was in such amazement by this scene, but what followed was even more erotic, that it still amazes me that I had not shot my load then and there. Almost as if on cue, Gideon bent down to Bryon's ballsack and began licking it with the tenderness of a young cub sucking milk from a mother's teat. Hayden however, grabbed Byron's hair and pulled him in for a deep and passionate kiss. The scene before me was again just so filled with sexual eroticism, that I could not believe it was actually unfolding in front of me. Finally, after another minute, the climax of tonight's anticipation occurred. Byron let forth a stream of "Oh fuck...oh fuck...here it comes you guys...oh fuck...OH FUCK!" Immediately as he screamed the last sounds of his mouth, I turned my glance downward in time to see a tiny stream of clear fluid shoot out of his dick and join his compatriots efforts on top of the cupcake, the very same cupcake which I had until know forgotten about. As the cum left his body, Byron himself seemed to double over, whether from exhaustion, pain or pleasure, I could not tell you for any certainty, but if my memory of such events served me well, I would have to say that it was from the sheer amount of pleasure he had just experienced. "Damn Byron, why did you shoot so little? When I first started shooting cum, I shot buckets my first couple of times!" Gideon's voice was in the same joking manner that he always spoke with, teasing his friend but also pointing out something that was obvious to all around. "That's because you probably didn't spank the monkey seven times during school, before you showed off to your friends." Byron was still heaving between each word, but by now he was managing to sit upright on his knees, and the color was returning to his face. "No fucking way dude. You would have been caught!" came the incredible reply of Gideon. "I ain't no fucking liar! Each time we had passing period today, I would sneak off to the teacher's restroom, and get off quickly before the bell rang. Didn't you notice I was a little late getting to Schmidt's math class today?" "Well Byron, even though this is your celebration, you were the last one to cum, so it looks like you are going to be the one to eat the cupcake. Hope you like the special frosting that Gideon and I provided for you." Hayden was being his usual self, taking charge of the situation but doing so in a fair manner so that no one would end up upset with him. "Actually fuck-wads, I think I'm gonna have to pass on this treat. I think our Coach Lambert might enjoy it however. What do you think, Coach? Wanna come out here and try some of our spunk?" Immediately, panic set in, even more so because I turned around to see a panic-stricken Liam, with his pants around his ankles, and his erect dick in his hand. Time to face the music, and this is what he looks like? ***** Apologies are due to too many people for me taking this long with a story. I never wanted to be gone this long, but personal things came up, and now I'm in a slightly better way. Financial burdens still continue to haunt me, but I know I'll make it through. Thank you again to everyone who has written in, expressing how much they missed my story. Again I cannot apologize enough to everyone, and I hope to one day earn your trust back. Jeremy, I'm beyond sorry to you as well. Please, please forgive me. 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