Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2013 14:27:01 -0600 From: Prince Ernest Subject: Chapter 9 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 9: The Dinner "Hayden, you are not going to hell for feeling the way you do. There is nothing wrong with you. The feelings you have, you can't do anything about them. They are a part of you. You have done nothing wrong. Gideon and Byron have done nothing wrong. You are not a fuck up, do you hear me?" "Coach you just said fuck up!" He giggled a little bit and again took a deep breath out. He leaned back and just looked up at me, waiting for me to make the next move. All fear had gone from his eyes, and he looked at me with just trepidation, as afraid that now I would be angry at him, or still keep talking. I was in control of the situation, but where would I take this conversation was the question that he wanted answered. I decided that I was going to push it just a little bit and see what happened. "Hayden, you seriously have no one to talk to about these things that you are feeling? It sounds like Gideon and Byron have already made their minds up, but you are still on the fence am I right?" He just nodded, so I kept going. "If you really, really want to talk to someone about these things, I'll talk to you. But I have to trust you first. I'm taking a very big risk here, and I need to make sure I'm safe. If you want to talk right now, we can go to the Micky D's across the street and talk about some things. But I don't think we should talk in the shed. What do you say to that?" Hayden looked up into my eyes directly, and let out a slow and steady breath. It was as if this whole day came down to this one decision, and there was no way that I was able to read his mind. I held my breath as well, impatient to hear what his response would be. "Actually Coach, I'm kinda looking forward to the Ming Gardens that Byron's mom is going to order. But there is a Dairy Queen over by the entrance to the park. How about a milkshake instead?" He looked at me with a look on his face that showed he trusted me completely. He wanted to talk to me, and I wanted to talk to him. I took him at his offer. "Well alright, but you are going to owe me twenty extra laps for tomorrow's practice. Chinese food and a milkshake in one evening? Can't have my team captain getting out of shape now can we? We have a game against Wood Forest next week, and I'm not going to have our season opener be a loss." "Wait a minute...did you just say team captain? You said you wouldn't have the postings for the team captain spot until after the end of the week? We've only had one practice!!!" His voice jumped into a shriek when he made this pronouncement, and the fear of earlier was replaced by the joy when he realized that he would be in charge of the team. I couldn't help but chuckle at him. "Hayden, if what I saw last Friday on the field is any indication of what you can do, I would be an idiot to not have you be the captain of our team. You are not only one of the best players on the team, but you also know exactly what the others on the team will do, and you get them to be in the place they need to be. You are a natural leader, and again I think if I didn't make you the team captain, Ms. Arthur would have me fired!" "Coach, I promise I won't let you down! Wood Forest is going down next week, and after them Center Grove. We got the championship already wrapped up...but there is one thing I would like to ask you." His voice lowered just a little bit and his eyes were again focused on his feet, resting above his Hollister flip flops. A little bit of anxiety crawled back into my head. "What is it Hayden, don't hesitate to ask me." "Well, I was just wondering if we could make it just ten laps instead of twenty. I'm going to get the small milkshake, and I get the pad thai from Ming Gardens. That's just noodles really! I promise to still stay in shape." If this was what he had on his mind, I knew that our relationship was secure and would continue to be so. He was more worried about letting me down as opposed to putting me behind bars. I just smiled at him. We must have made an unusual sight while walking out of the shed and across the park. By this time, it was nearing the end of dusk and the street lights were coming on. The park had been empty before hand, but now it was almost practically deserted. Hayden was walking on the other side of his bike, which separated us. Luckily for me, he had kept a OBEY T-shirt on the handlebars which I had not noticed prior, so he was able to wear that while we took our short walk towards DQ. I was grateful for this, since it seemed a little less odd with me walking next to a clothed Hayden, as opposed to walking next to a shirtless one. We were still a distance from the school, but I wasn't about to take risks. The air was cool, and I was grateful for the hoodie that I was wearing. Hayden seemed confident, leading the way towards the DQ as if he was walking with a dear friend, and not a teacher who had caught him and his friends jerking off together about thirty minutes prior. We ordered our milkshakes, and decided to have a seat on the outside patio. It was still warm enough that people were going in and out of the store, but luckily for me and Hayden, none wanted to stay and eat at the actual establishment. Also given the nature of what our conversation, I was grateful that we were able to eat outside where we would not be disturbed. Yes our conversation could be overheard if someone had been paying close enough attention, but that didn't seem like it was going to be a likely problem. While we were slowly enjoying our milkshake, I noticed a sort of tension creeping back between us. But it wasn't a tension of who was right and who was wrong in the matter of sexual misconduct. It was a tension of who was going to talk first. In order to establish myself as the fount of knowledge that I thought I was, I decided that I would speak first. "So Hayden, let us talk about what happened earlier." "Coach, I'm sorry if you think I trapped you, but I wanted to see if I could trust you. What I did was wrong, hell I should have known I could just trust you. You've been soo cool since you've gotten here, but no one besides Gideon and Byron know about what we do. I didn't want you think I was some disgusting pervert like they tell me at church." The words again, just started flowing out of his mouth, totally interrupting what I was going to say. He was bearing his soul in front of me, and I needed to respond in a manner that showed I was the boss. "Hayden, you are exactly right. You should have come to me if you had questions about what you were doing. I would never betray the trust of one of my students, especially in regards to such a sensitive subject such as this. I'm a little upset that you thought you had to trick me into coming tonight, but I'm glad you now know you can trust me. But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. Not what I saw, but rather what you said." "You mean, you aren't disgusted by me Coach? I just had a cum fest with two other guys, and if anyone else saw that, I would lose all my friends in the whole school, my mom would probably kick me out, and I couldn't ever play soccer for a team again! I'm a faggot coach, a disgusting faggot! If Marissa knew about this, she would humiliate me!" It was at this point, I said a silent prayer to God that no one else was around, because Hayden's voice started to rise again. Luckily it never reached a level would people would start to turn in our direction, but I took my voice down a level in response, so he would hopefully follow my lead. "Hayden, forget about Marissa. Forget about your mom and the other kids at school. Listen to me, and only me. I want to ask you a question, and I don't want you to think about the answer when you do. Just give me the first answer that pops into your head. Can you promise to do that for me?" "Sure Coach...wait, was that the question?" He smirked a little bit at me when he said this line, before he took another swig of his strawberry milkshake. This kid was nothing if not witty. "No you dummy. This is the question. Do you feel what you do with Gideon and Byron is disgusting or is that what you think because it is what you have been told?" His delay was but momentary in nature. "I think what we are doing is wrong because it is what I have been told. I really like doing those things with Gideon and Byron, and trust me I know Byron loves it too. I don't want for people to stare at me and think that I'm disgusting though Coach. I just want to be normal. Why can't I be normal?" "Hayden, have I ever told you what I think of the word normal?" He shook his head and started to open his mouth to answer, but I bowled over him so as to gain the upper hand in our verbal battle. "Hayden, I hate the world normal. There is no such thing as normal. Normal is an illusion and something that changes from time to time. 200 years ago it was not normal for black and whites to get married or even to hang out. 100 years ago, it was not normal for women to have the right to vote. And finally, 50 years ago, it was not considered normal for us to think of having landed on the moon. So as you can see, normal is a word that loses all meaning with the passage of time. Do you think you understand me?" "I'm trying to Coach, but you used a lot of big words. What I think you mean is that I shouldn't strive to be normal, because in ten years normal might be something different. And then I'll be upset that I'm not normal again. So what should I do? I don't want to give up what I do with Byron and Gideon. It feels so right. Does that make me gay Coach?" Now we were entering difficult territory. I knew I was gay when I was 14 years old, and I believe that some people are capable of knowing their sexual orientation at that age. However, I don't believe that they should rush into that decision, and shouldn't be labeled. They should be allowed to develop themselves naturally. Again it's entirely believable that a 14 year old should know that they are a homosexual, but I also believe that they should keep an open mind in those areas. What should become of them if they label themselves gay at 14 years old, and then at 17 fall in love with a girl? People will accuse them of being cowards or worse. I wanted to make sure he understood my position, but the only way I could do that, was to include him in the conversation. "Hayden, do you think that you are gay?" "I don't know Coach. I know that Breanna Henderson thinks that I'm cute, and she's like the hottest girl in 8th grade. But when I look at her, I don't' feel the same way when I see Gideon's dick. I think that makes me gay, but no one has ever told me what it means to be gay. I don't mean to sound rude Coach, but you are gay aren't you? I mean I saw the way you were looking at me and the boys in the shower on Friday, and I could just tell you liked what you saw. Sooo...you are gay right?" He stared me right in the eyes as he asked this question, with his breath held in, afraid that I might possibly run or refuse to answer the question. Now here was a huge step. Yes, I was gay and I wasn't ashamed of it, but was I willing to tell a 14 year old boy about my sexual orientation in an attempt to rescue him from the self-loathing that he was obviously feeling towards himself. I knew what I had to be done. "Yes, Hayden I am a homosexual. I knew I was gay when I was about your age, and have never really felt myself drawn towards women. I had some experiences with them when I was younger, but I never went all the way, because I knew it wasn't what I wanted. I saw all the girls looking at me, and wanting to get with me, but I rather have been with Tyler Greathouse than any other person in my grade. I think that's what you are feeling. Am I correct?" His tears were now flowing down the side of his face, and his eyes were closed while he said these next words to me. "Yes Coach. More than anything I want to be with Byron or Gideon more than I would ever want to be with Breanna Henderson, even if she does give better blowjobs they say. I want to be with those two, even if my mom hates me. More than anything in this world I want them to love me. I'm gay Coach. I'm gay and my mom is going to hate me." He had knocked his milkshake off of our table, and it was spilling onto the concrete, but there was nothing more I wanted to do than assure this precious boy that he was not hated by anyone in this world. How could he be? "Hayden, if you are like this with your mother, I doubt very much that she would ever be capable of hating you. You are a kind, smart, important person in the lives of many people. You are a leader at soccer, and you are a leader amongst your friends. Now I've never met your mother, but she has obviously done a remarkable job raising you. You don't have to tell her what you have told me, not yet anyway. One day you will have to tell her, but I promise you that if you want me to, I'll be right there with you to help you talk to her. I'm surprised by how well we have talked tonight, and I must admit I thought I would end up in jail, rather than here having this conversation with you. Hayden you are very important to me, and other people. Anyone that hates you, doesn't know their ass from their head." I smiled at him while I said these words, and I made sure he was looking directly into my eyes as well. I wanted him to hear what I was saying, but if possible I also wanted him to see the compassion with which I was speaking them with. What happened next amazed me, if that was even possible after all the things which had transpired in the course of 24 hours. Hayden, got up, and walking slowly over to me, placed his head on my shoulders, and wrapped me in a hug. By its very nature, I was surprised by what I had started, and I wasn't sure where we would end up, but this scenario was something that hadn't even crossed my mind. It was a loving hug of an embrace, completely lacking in sexual overtones. He just buried his head into my neck and let it lay there for a few minutes, while his arms were still wrapped around my body. He made no effort to nuzzle into me, or to start to lay a kiss on my neck, and I just let him do the leading, wanting him to feel safe. I heard him whisper softly into my neck and I knew right then and there, that I had not only saved him from the hatred he felt himself, but had also managed to make this relationship a trusting and friendly one, rather than one of devious sexual adventures. "Coach I love you. I wish you were my father, instead of that bastard out in New Mexico. Thank you for talking to me." While this scene was sweet in nature, I knew it couldn't last forever, and no sooner had he said this than his I phone started ringing which he had laid out on the table in front of us. The music of Wiz Khalifa broke the air and our quiet revelry. He grabbed it immediately, and started reading it. He looked at me, with a pleasant smile on his face and got up and started moving towards his bike. I was afraid again that this was a part of his trap, but he reassured me with his words. "Gideon and Byron say they aren't going to save me anymore pad thai unless I get there soon. Thanks for the talk Coach. There is more I want to ask you, but this lame ass Spanish teacher assigned them this huge project, and I'm going to help. Oh and by the way, we have a little surprise for you on Friday after practice." With those words he hopped onto his bike and immediately started pedaling in the direction of what I can only assume to be Byron's house, leaving me to finish my blackberry milkshake alone with my thoughts. ***** Soooo... I probably should have just combined this chapter with Chapter 8, but I wanted to do it this way. Chapter 8 dealt with the fear that comes with discovery, while Chapter 9 deals with the emotions of discovering one's sexuality. Yes, this is a simple version, but as you saw Hayden has more questions to talk to Coach about. So more will come. Obviously next chapter will have some naughty misadventures of our Three Musketeers, and I think everyone will appreciate that. :) Onto business though. I'm again overwhelmed by how much positive support I've been getting in response to this simple little story, which started as a lark and is now on Chapter 9, with Chapter 10 in the works. 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