Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2013 15:52:05 -0600
From: Prince Ernest <prince_ernest86@live.com>
Subject: Chapter 13 Room 108 Adult/Youth Section

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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. Just stay in your seats folks because the story
is just getting good. 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.

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