Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2013 20:41:43 -0500 From: Prince Ernest Subject: Chapter 20 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 20: The Aftermath "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!" was 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? "Guys leave Coach alone...he's been cool about all this stuff, but we don't want to get him in trouble. Besides, chocolate cupcakes are my favorite!" And with that incredible revelation, Liam and I were saved from possible jail time, and Hayden got to enjoy a delicious snack as I saw him reach over and pick up the cupcake and without any second though, start to devour the thing in one bite. Hayden's delicious pink lips were soon smeared in a creamy mixture of young male cum, and chocolate frosting. The taste was apparently to his liking, as I saw him lick his lips and fingers when he was done, and then look over at an incredulous Gideon and Byron with the biggest smile you had ever seen on someone. Like we had won the championship game that very night, instead of our first game. "Dude, that's fucking sick. I can't believe you ate my cum! Our cum! What are you some sort of faggot?" I could tell that it was Byron's voice without even having to look around, because Byron was the one that used foul language on a regular basis. "What does that make you Bryon, for cumming onto the cupcake as we helped you to get off?" There was just a little bit of a bite when Gideon spoke these words, but I could see his posture in the mirror reflection as well and his body language still read that he was relaxed. The fact that his penis was still flaccid between his legs, again spoke to the fact that he was in a relaxed state of mind. "Dude you know I'm just busting your balls...which are fucking huge by the way. I ain't got no problem with you and Hayden, so you can just step off. We are all bro's here, and beside, you know I enjoy sucking your dick just as much as Hayden over here." "Yeah, yeah. Just keep your mouth fucking shut so my old man doesn't find out. Dad will beat my ass if he finds out about what we are up to. I don't want to get busted." "None of us do, baby, but you don't have to feel ashamed of what we are doing. All we are doing is just expressing our love for each other. There isn't anything wrong with what we are doing, and I want you to be happy. Don't let your dad get in the way of our happiness." Hayden's voice spoke with compassion and integrity, two traits that I knew full and well that he had in steady reserve. "Jesus fucking Christ, you two even talk like little faggots. Listen, let's blow this taco stand. Coach has been back there this whole time, and I'm sure he'd like to go home. Besides, Jacobson gave us that bull-shit assignment, and I want to get it finished. Her class is killing me, and I gotta keep my grades up, right Coach?" I just smirked to myself, as I mentally replied back "Damn Straight you little shit." But instead I just kept my mouth shut, and turned around to see how Liam was handling all of this. I hadn't even noticed it, but he was gone, and I had no idea where he had run off to. It was a complete mystery to me, especially as I hadn't even heard the door slam shut to indicate that he had left the building. While the boys were cleaning themselves off in the shower, for the second time that night, I made my way back over to the office. When I arrived in the office, I was still surprised to see no sign of Liam. I had imagined him to be hiding out in there, hiding from the supposed shame of being caught, when in reality we were in no danger at all. Still he was not there, but on my laptop screen was a yellow Post-It note with the following message, clearly intended to grab my attention and make sure that I did exactly what was on the note. "Michael...we need to speak immediately. I'll be at your place when you leave school." My heart and head raced at the possibility of what was meant in this note, and yet I had no way of discovering what it's message really meant until I made contact with Liam, something I could not do at the moment except via text. I shot him a quick message. "Be home soon. U ok?" A mere 30 seconds later came the reply on my iPhone which did little to reassure me. "We need to talk" It was about that time that I heard the boys leaving the locker room, having finished up their quick rinse and dry off session, and then putting their clothes back on. I was relieved that they were gone, and yet I still did not feel like rushing home to see Liam. I wasn't afraid of allowing him to see me afraid, I was just afraid that in my heightened emotional state, I might say something to him that might upset him. I had no clue of his emotional state, and no idea what he thought about what had just transpired. My mind was racing, and in order to calm it down, I set about cleaning up the locker-room. My team is pretty respectful when it comes to their locker-room, but still these are 8th grade boys and their definition of clean was vastly, vastly different than mine. I always feel more energized and relaxed after I clean something and tonight was no different. It was probably something Zen-like, when I would just go into my mind and clean things and put them into their proper place, that I felt like I was also organizing my own mind. By the time of 9.15 rolled around and I was ready to go home, I felt confident that I was in charge of my own emotions and would be able to speak rationally about anything with Liam. The drive over to my apartment from school usually takes me about 30 minutes in the morning, but as fate would have it, I seemed to hit every green light that was on my path, and so instead I arrived home in a record breaking 17 minutes flat. Liam's car was still parked at the front of my apartment block, and to my surprise he was sitting on the tiered concrete steps that led up to the front door of the building where my apartment resided. I walked up to him casually, but still confident that we could hopefully come to at the least an understanding between ourselves. "Hey baby...don't you want to go inside?" "Hi...I think it's best if we talk out here. I feel a little warm, and the cool air is making me feel better, ya know?" "Then let's talk. I know you probably have some questions, and I'd be a little surprised if you didn't. Why did you leave without telling me though first?" "I couldn't face you or the boys after you had caught me...you know...like that. I was embarrassed." "You are the one who is embarrassed? Liam, we both just saw three of my students having a Soggy Biscuit contest, and neither one of us stopped it!!! And furthermore, I know for a fact that both of us were hard during the whole time! So what in the name of God could you be embarrassed by? "I was embarrassed because I couldn't control myself. I figured you were hard, but you didn't start jacking it right there where we could both get caught and get into trouble. I was a total pervert right there! I was also jealous because I thought that you wanted them more than me. I fucking love being around you Michael, and I think I'm falling for you. I just didn't want to see you get aroused by anyone or anything other than me." "Liam Malcomb...I don't know what to say. Firstly, you don't have to worry about how you reacted, because the boys weren't aware that you were even there. They just thought it was me, and I don't think you did anything wrong. You are young and you have less impulse control, as we all do from time to time. If anything I should have warned you beforehand about what we were going to see, so you could have learned to keep yourself in check. Don't get worked up over it though because again they don't suspect a thing. And secondly...as for the jealousy thing ... you have nothing to be jealous of. I love these kids, but not in that way, and besides...I think I'm falling for you too." I reached over to him, as we had been making eye contact the whole time we had been speaking, and I gently reached under his chin and brought him in for a quick, and yet still sensuous kiss on the lips to reassure him of my growing devotion and admiration for him. Liam Malcomb would be the death of me I could already tell it. Our kiss was deep and passionate, and yet brief enough so that it was a sincere kiss of appreciation, and not leading to something more. I felt a deep connection to him, but I felt that we weren't ready to get physically intimate at the moment with him. I just wanted to be close to him and let him know that I felt I could trust him, and he could trust me. That was the most important thing to me at the moment, that we knew we could trust each other. "Michael, what about what we saw?" Liam queried me when he awoke from the bliss that my kiss had transported him to. "I know we didn't break any laws, but why were the boys showing you that?" "The short and simple answer Liam, is that I caught them a few weeks ago at their little play, and every since then the boys have confided some person secrets to me. I don't feel comfortable telling you about those secrets, but I want you to know that they share some things in common with us, and I need you to trust me. I feel like you do, but I want to hear that you trust me that I've not touched the boys in any capacity, and my love for them is like that of a big brother. Do you trust me Liam? I need to hear you say it." Liam lifted his head up into my eyes, his deep piercing eyes staring into my soul. His eyes were so serene, and yet I could tell there was deep passion behind them that was just waiting to burst through the seams, and I wanted so badly to tap into it, but again this was not the moment. I held my breath for what seemed like a full minute, but in reality was really only 5 seconds. This one decision of his would impact us, and I prayed it would be a good outcome. "Michael, I trust you with my heart, my body, and my soul. I can sense that you are a sweet guy, and I just want to spend time with you, getting to know you and seeing what sort of man you can help me to become. I trust you that the boys are special to you in a family sort of way, and I want you to know that I support whatever you do with them." He sealed this little speech of his, with another kiss on my lips, with just the slightest bit of penetration of his tongue into my mouth, and slightly swishing itself across my tongue. The most erotic images just flashed through my mind, of me throwing Liam down and ripping his clothes off and making sweet love to him. There would have been nothing more that I would have liked to have done, but considering we were on the front lawn of my apartment complex, and Mrs. Ruiz in 7102 is an extreme bitch, I didn't think that was really going to be in the best interest of everyone. As we broke off our kiss, I whispered to him "Would you like to come inside for some coffee?", but before he could answer, my phone dinged to indicate to me that I had received a text message. I went to check it quickly; annoyed that someone would be disturbing my time with Liam. The message however, showed me that any fun I was to have with Liam would be put on hold for a while. "Coach, this is Hayden. My mom wants to talk to you..." ***** When will the drama ever stop? When will Michael Lambert ever get to fuck Liam? Stay tuned for the answers! 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