Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2013 05:29:12 -0600
From: Prince Ernest <prince_ernest86@live.com>
Subject: Chapter 16 Room 108 Adult/Youth Section

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Room 108-Chapter 16: The Meeting of Two Bodies

       He spoke to me, with a huge sly grin on his face. "Well Michael, see
anything you like?"

       Before I could even begin to formulate a response, I heard the swing
of the back doors as they admitted someone into the outer locker room, and
I heard an all too familiar voice ringing out.

       "Hey Coach are you there? I need to ask you something."

       It wasn't Hayden. It wasn't Byron. It was Gideon.

       "Coach, I saw your car is still out in the parking lot...I really
need to talk to you about something important. It's about Hayden."

       If my boner had been able to withstand the sound of Gideon's voice
before, and the somewhat misguided hope that he would turn around and
leave, that hope was now dashed against the rocks in no uncertain terms. I
would have to put aside what was going on with me and focus on what was
going on with Gideon's life. Tragic because there were several things on
Liam's body that I would have loved to explore more than Liam could ever
know.

       "Liam, I'll be right back and we can discuss some things about the
practice. Please don't go anywhere because I really, really do want to talk
to you about a few things." I made sure to say my lines loud enough so that
Gideon would know we weren't alone, and that way he wouldn't say anything
that was potentially embarrassing to him or I. Liam nodded that he
understood, which I took as a good sign, but I again noticed that he was
grinning at me. Whether he understood that I didn't want him to say
anything, or whether he was nodding because he wanted me to come back, I
couldn't quiet say at the time.

       I grabbed the towel that I had laid off to the side of the shower
area, and dried off really quick. I walked out to see Gideon sitting on the
bench in the middle of the locker room. He was still wearing his practice
uniform, with the shorts riding up just a little bit on his things to
reveal his inner calf's which were still really tanned from the summer
months. He was just sitting there and staring at me, and I realized that he
was staring because for the first time ever, I was shirtless in front of
one of my students. It wasn't something that I had intended to do, but here
I was, shirtless in front of a 14 year old boy and a potentially awkward
situation. I quickly grabbed my shirt from my office, before I started
speaking to him. Once again, when I turned to face him, I realized that he
was still staring at my chest, but would once again every now and again
look up into my eyes.

       "All right, Gideon what can I do for you? Sorry you caught me as I
was leaving the shower room. Coach Malcomb and I were just about to discuss
strategy for the game on Wednesday before you interrupted us. I don't want
to get your hopes up but I think we are going to bring home a victory!"

       "Uhh...yeah. Totally. Coach, I wanted to talk to you about Hayden,
something he said to me."

       I could tell that he was a little distracted as I had tried to cheer
his mood up, and normally this would work, but today and in this particular
instance, he wasn't able to respond to it.

       "Okay Gideon, no problem. But I just want you to know that I can't
talk too much about what Hayden and I have talked about. It's very
important that teacher's and coach's maintain the confidence and trust that
their students place in them, so you understand if I say we can't talk
about something, we can't talk about it."

       "Coach, Hayden told me that he's gay and he's told you about it. Is
that true?"

       "Well Gideon, I want to ask you a question before I answer your
question. How do you feel about what Hayden has told you?"

       "I don't know what I feel about that!!" He almost screamed at me,
and I noticed that he was crying, soft and gently. Tears were coming down
his face and it looked like his face was red. I reached over and shook him
a little bit just to let him know that I was there. I gently whispered to
him.

       "Gideon, take a breath. Calm down and collect your thoughts. What
are you thinking?"

       "I love him Coach, I fucking love Hayden Van Diver! I love
everything about him, from his body to the way he acts, and even his dumb
jokes that he makes when it's just me and him. I love him so much that I'm
scared, because I've never felt this kind of love before! I'm also scared,
because I don't know what that means for me! I know I'm gay, I get that!
That's not the fucking problem...the problem is that I'm scared I might
lose him."

       So that was it. Gideon wasn't afraid of being gay, he wasn't afraid
of being rejected by Hayden, he wasn't afraid of anything except for the
fact that Hayden might eventually leave him. As much as Gideon might act
like he was the big jock on campus, at the end of the day he wanted to be
loved by someone, and to love that person in return. He was deep down, a
scared little boy sometimes. I had no choice but to try and comfort him as
best as I could.

       "Shhh... calm down Gideon. It's going to be okay. It's okay. Don't
worry about it at all. Yes, I can tell you that Hayden is gay, and he's
told me that he loves you. He wants to be with you, in whatever way you
want to be with him. Hayden loves you, and that's the important thing. The
other important thing is that it is entirely up to you what you want to do
next. You can choose to date Hayden, or you can choose to be
single. Whatever you do, know that Hayden loves you, that I care about you,
and that you need to put yourself first. If you want to be with Hayden,
then do it. If you aren't ready for a boyfriend, and to come out of the
closet, then don't. Hayden will understand. You have to take care of
yourself at the end of the day. Do I make myself clear?"

       I said these words to him as softly as I could, all while gently
rubbing the upper part of his back, while he continued to sob gently into
his hands. I wanted him to settle down, and not to do anything stupid when
he got home. It was important that he remain calm, regardless of the
decision that he would make. If he continued to be upset, then he was more
likely to make an emotional decision, and that would just backfire on
him. If he however was able to calm down and consider all his options, then
he was more likely to make a calm and rational decision that would benefit
him in the future. I meant what he said, that it was his choice on whether
or not to date Hayden, but I wanted him to know that it was his decision
completely and that I wasn't pressuring him into anything.

       He slowly started to look up into my face, again with just the
smallest amount of tears in his eyes, but also a small glimmer of something
I recognized to be hope.

       "I do love him Coach, I love him more than you fucking know. I want
to be with him, but I'm just not sure if I'm ready to do this. I don't care
who knows I'm gay or not, but I don't want people to treat me differently,
and you know they fucking will. I just want to be myself for a little while
longer. Is that so much to ask?"

       "No Gideon, it's not. And again I want you to know that whatever
your decision is, that Hayden will still be your friend, I will still be
your coach, and we will both still be here for you to talk to us about
these sorts of things. Do you understand me?" I stopped rubbing his back,
and instead took him by the shoulders so that he would look me dead in the
eyes, and know that the words I were saying to him was what I meant for him
to hear, and what I meant with every fiber in my body.

       "I hear ya Coach, I hear ya. I just needed to get that off my chest,
and thanks for listening to me. I think I'm going to go talk to Hayden
right now. I don't know what I'm going to say to him, but I do love him. I
just need time. Thanks for listening Coach. You are the best! We are so
gonna win on Wednesday!" A little bit of his usual arrogance and confidence
was creeping into his voice, but you could still tell that he was nervous
about what to do, and was upset about confronting all these emotions. He
would still take deep breaths, and bring the snot back up from his
nose. Not the most attractive side of him that I could imagine, but it
showed that he was still an 8th grade boy, and that's what I wanted him to
be. A simple 8th grade boy. Nothing more, and nothing less.

       Gideon grabbed his stuff, and started walking back out the door. I
stood there and watched him slowly walk away, and just as he was about to
go out the outer doors to the outside, I saw him turn around and wave at
me, trying his best to reassure both myself and him that things would be
okay. He looked weaker than I had ever seen him, but he still had an inner
strength about him that nothing could take away.

       As I turned back around, to hopefully catch Liam still in the
shower, I was taken for a complete and utter surprise. As quickly as I
turned around, I was greeted by the image of Liam completely naked and hard
in front of me, and even more taken aback when he reached over to me, took
me from behind the head, and leaned in to kiss me full on the lips. I was
initially fighting it, but the more he kissed me and slowly forced my lips
open, to be greeted by his tongue, my body released its initial tension and
I in turn opened my mouth up to him even more, and also grabbed him from
behind the waist, bringing his naked body into contact with my shirt, and
the towel that was slowly tenting up in the middle where my dick was slowly
starting to come to life.

       He spoke to me in a gentle manner, breaking our kiss, but still
keeping the closeness of our bodies. Liam's voice was almost a whisper, but
to me it was ringing loud and clear as the bells of a cathedral at mid-day.

       "I heard what you and Gideon were talking about. When I was his age,
I wish that I would have had someone like you around to help me deal with
all the things going on in my head. I thought you were hot at the beginning
of the day, but now I'm going to show you how much I think the boys
appreciate you. I know you wouldn't touch them, but I'm all yours hot
stud." Again, his little trademark wink and smirk was accomplished by these
words, and my legs went weak in the knees, as I was afraid of what those
words would mean.

       What those words meant though suddenly became very apparent to
me. Liam reached down to the bottom of my T-shirt in the back, and slowly
lifted it up over my head. He continued to kiss me fully on the mouth, but
it wasn't the tongue seeking another tongue kiss. It was the kiss of desire
and passion, as he wanted to possess my body. Slowly my dick started to
arise from its semi-hard state until it was at its full and impressive 6 ½
inches which I knew would impress any of my students, and I hoped in turn
would impress Liam. Due to my cock slowly inflating itself to the complete
size it could, the towel that I had wrapped around me fell down to the
ground, allowing my erection to become on display for Liam. He immediately
looked down and again almost in a whisper, said to me "Damn Michael, that's
one nice fucking cock."

       As I stood there, too stunned by what was going on, he slowly
started continuing the kissing of my lips, but slowly started to move the
kisses south, and then lower, as again I stood there silently allowing this
to all happen. As he moved downwards, towards what I could only at the time
assume was to give me a blowjob, Liam's hands continued to caress my body
in a slow and sensual fashion. He cupped my balls, grabbed my ass gently,
and pinched my already hard nipples. My body was definitely responding to
his touch and I craved more of it.

       As he slowly sank to his knees, I paused for a moment, and that's
all that it was, a brief moment. This was my life, and I was determined to
enjoy it. I had never touched one of my students, and wasn't about to do
anything with them, but Liam was 18 years old, out of school, and was
obviously willing to service me in ways that Hayden, Gideon and Byron
couldn't and I wouldn't allow them. I was finally getting my reward for
being a good teacher, and a good role model as well.

       Liam finally reached to my cock, and in what can only be considered
a special highlight of my day, immediately took the entire length of my
cock into his mouth, and started sucking on it like it was something that
could provide him with sustenance in his life. I was impressed, and a
little taken aback, as I immediately had to sit down on the benches and
just stare in amazement at the sight unfolding in front of me. Liam was
gently fondling my balls in front of his face while he continued to suck on
my cock in a loving, but aggressive way. I would have to give him a
hard-earned compliment later on, once he had finished of course, because in
my entire life, I had never received a blow-job like this and I never
wanted it to end. Liam was being gentle, and also wanting to please me, was
being rough on my dick so that every tissue of nerve ending in my cock was
being awoken during this time. I felt none of his teeth on my cock, which
again spoke to him being a natural at this, but I felt his lips clearly,
along with his free left hand, which was stroking my shaft up and down as
he brought me closer and closer to a climax, which was something I had
desperately needed over the past few weeks and days. I had become so
wrapped up in the drama of the boys, that I had neglected my own needs. I
knew I wouldn't last long with Liam going at me like this.

       And I was proven correct as within five minutes of Liam finally
reaching my cock, the sweetest blowjob in the world had to end. Liam will
still stroking my shaft, and sucking on my cock, but I began to feel my
ball sack pull back up into my crotch, and I could also feel my breath
getting shorter and shorter as I approached the inevitable result of Liam's
expert ministrations on my cock. As he continued to stroke me, I reached
the awe inspiring best orgasm that I had ever felt in my life. I knew I was
there, when by no ministrations of my own, my eyes rolled back into my head
and I lifted my feet a little off the ground and pointed my toes up to the
heavens. The traditional look of those about to cum, if you are in anyway
familiar with masturbation, you are aware of this pose and posture. As my
balls achingly and willingly released the precious juice that had been
stored up in them, I began to count how many shots I fired off into Liam's
eager and awaiting mouth. Call me a teenager at heart, but I was always
interested to see how much cum I could produce. It held some strange
fascination to me.

       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 personally think this is one of the better chapters in my story, and I'm
very proud of it. I would like to personally dedicate this chapter to
James. You have been a great friend to talk to, about anything and
everything. I hope this chapter suits your tastes.

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