Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2013 17:47:16 -0600
From: Prince Ernest <prince_ernest86@live.com>
Subject: Chapter 17 Room 108 Adult/Youth Section

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Room 108-Chapter 17: The Big Game

       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 was so blown away by what had just occurred that I just nodded at
him without showing any sort of emotion. I felt a deep connection to him,
of course I would after what we had just committed, but I wasn't sure
whether that was him simply showing some affection to me because of his
attraction to me, or because he wanted a deeper relationship. I was
determined though that I would discover the meaning of all of this at
supper, and so instead of spilling my emotions on the table at the present,
I silently and quickly got dressed. Liam moved back to the shower to
quickly rinse his face off from where my cum was dribbling down his face,
and then he also got dressed without saying much. Silence reigned in the
shower room, but it was a comfortable silence of two people who knew that
they would be discussing what had just occurred, but that didn't feel the
need to do it immediatelyl

       We arrived at the pizza parlor at about 6.15 and were seated
promptly. It's a little hole in the wall pizza place, but it's got great
food. There was a medium sized crowd there already, but Liam and I were
able to sit in the back, away from the busy families eating their dinners,
and we were thusly able to have a relatively private conversation about
things and hopefully we could normalize our relations. I took the liberty
of ordering us a medium sized pizza with jalapeņo's and grilled
chicken. Weird, I know but it's amazingly delicious. I ordered a Killians
for myself, and Liam was drinking iced tea. Our conversation started
normally enough, and simple enough.

       "Well Liam, tell me first honestly, what do you think of our team?
Do you think we have a good enough group of gentlemen that we can win a
game with?" I wanted desperately to dive right into the conversation about
the shower room, but first I wanted to establish that I was calling the
shots. Had I rushed into talking about the incredible blow job he had just
given me, I'm sure Liam would have felt the tide turning in his favor. I
must take advantage of this opportunity now while the battle was going in
my direction.

       Liam did look a little crestfallen that I wasn't going to get right
down to the nasty business of establishing dominance in our relationship on
the territory that he wanted, but he answered the question honestly and
with his usual grin that could convince me to do almost anything I didn't
necessarily want to do.

       "Well Coach, I think our team is a solid team on all sides. We have
Hayden, Gideon and Byron who are capable of being strong aggressors when we
need them to be. We also have Jayden, Jackson and Christian who can keep
the back line strongly defensive, which makes for a well rounded team in
terms of aggression and defense. You don't want to have too much of one or
the other. And to round out the team, Paul, Clayton and Billy are strong
middle ground players who can be counted on to cover the asses of any of
the other boys in times of trouble. And finally, Derek and Nathan are great
as goalie and sweeper. You certainly did a great job of picking out the
team that you have in front of you, Coach. Not only are they great on the
field, but they seem to also be well at ease with one another and can be
counted on to know almost where their teammates are wanting to place them
without being told or yelled at. Plus all the leaders are easy on the
eyes." He winked at me when he said this last little bit, and I knew he was
referring to the Three Musketeers, my precious ones who I knew could be
counted on to help out in times of need.

       "I am very pleased that you feel that way Liam, and I'm glad you
noticed the loyalty the boys have towards not only each other, but also to
my person. We have only been a team for about two weeks now, but we truly
treat one another as family. And considering that there are eleven teenage
boys on the team, combined with my own childlike nature, it's impressive
that there haven't been any fights breaking out yet. We are loyal to one
another, there is no doubt, but the question I have to you is whether you
can join the team, and listen to what decisions I make regarding the
team. I'm going to be honest with you Liam, I value your expertise, but I
see a reckless streak in you. Can you listen to me and do what I tell you
to do if it's in the best interest of the team?"

       Liam got a worried look on his face, but I saw the confusion pass
just as quickly as a summer storm that springs up out of nowhere. His
answer was quick, and well worded.

       "I would do anything for you Coach, as well as the team. I want to
be a part of a winning team, and you have a winning team. I'll challenge
you, I won't lie about that, but I think we can push each other pretty well
and make for a great coaching staff. I can't promise you that there won't
be times that you won't want me to go take a short walk off a long cliff,
but I completely believe that we can make this team even better than it
is. Plus, I can always work off my actions in the shower room can't I?"

       Now was the time for us to get to the point of all this. He had
promised me that we would agree on most things, and I didn't mind a
challenge to my authority on occasion as long as it was in the best
interest of the team. Conflict brings out the best in some people, and
again if it made us a stronger squad, and made my first year of coaching
the 8th grade team a success, who was I to say no?

       "Liam...what happened back there in the shower was amazing, and I
definitely appreciate it. But here's the harsh reality of the
situation. Yes, I am gay and Ms. Arthur knows that and doesn't care. The
rest of the staff has no idea, and neither do my students. I simply don't
think it's an issue and so I haven't brought it up to them, because I don't
want it to become an issue. I am proud of being a gay man in my life, but I
don't want my students to question why I give this student a certain amount
of latitude, and why I don't give that student the same treatment. Also I
am much more of a relationship person, instead of a quick cum session. From
what I see of you, I would love to develop a relationship with you, but do
you think you can slow down in the bedroom and allow a real relationship to
develop with me? And finally, what happened in the shower room can't happen
again. At least not during the weekdays, because the last thing I would
want is for Gideon or someone else to walk in and see us in a situation we
can't get out of without explaining for thirty minutes. Do you understand
where I am coming from?"

       I spoke these words while staring into his deep sea-blue eyes that
seemed to be staring back into my soul. I wanted him to understand where I
was coming from, and that I meant every word I said. This would be a
defining moment in our relationship, and like Walt Whitman said, the two
roads would diverge, but what road I would take still remained to be
seen. When Liam spoke, his voice was a bit faltering, but he still
maintained eye contact with me. His eyes never left mine, but I felt his
hand stroking my hand on the table in an attempt to sooth my fears.

       "Michael, I want you to listen to me really closely. I've had quick
fucks, and I've had serious relationships. I can go either way. I've been
out since I was 14 years old, and my family knows. I understand what you
are saying, and I don't necessarily agree with you but I still think you
have valid points. I could tell from the first advisory class that we had
this morning, that you cared first and foremost about the students, and the
last thing you would want is for one of them to feel uncomfortable or in
any way that they can't trust you to be free from prejudice. I do think I
want a relationship...no I KNOW I want a relationship with you. I'm willing
to wait, except for the occasional quick bj or quickie wank together, in
order to slow down. Sorry Michael, but I'm a sexual person, always have
been and always will be. Can you accept that about me?"

       "Without question Liam, I can accept you on those terms and no other
terms need to be added. We will have to talk to Ms. Arthur about this
situation, just so everything is on top of the table. I won't have either
of our reputations ruined because we want something that will destroy
us. Unfortunately she's gone for the next couple of days at a conference in
San Francisco. So we will have to keep our relationship secret until then
from the rest of the staff. It's going to be hell to explain to Blankenhors
though. I could have sworn she was developing a bit of a crush on me."

       We both laughed at this last comment, and finished eating our pizza
over some other idle conversation regarding the team, and the
students. Liam did take teaching seriously I was starting to notice, and
once again I was flattered that this young man was not only another ideal
teaching candidate, but also flattered that he was now entering into a
relationship with me. I was determined that I was going to retain control
of the relationship, but as anyone would tell you in the beginnings of a
relationship, such things are often up in the air and it's up to the
dominant partner to handle things.

       Tuesday flew by rather quickly, as we once again handled the day to
day instructional tasks that confront teachers, and coaches. We didn't have
practice on Tuesday, because I didn't want them to be exhausted from so
many practices that they wouldn't be able to play on Wednesday. Liam was
fitting in well with the other teachers, but I could tell Blankenhors
regarded him with a little bit of jealousy and suspicion. Her fears would
soon be confirmed but I felt no need to rush in and tell her without first
telling Natalie Arthur. Once I had the administration squared away and on
my side, and only then would I feel comfortable enough telling my story to
the other staff. I didn't want to rush into anything simply because Liam
was an excellent blowjob technician, but I wanted to guarantee that my
professional relationship would be covered and protected. I had laid down
the beginning of positive relationships with my students, and I would be
devastated if they lost that trust in me so early in the year.

       Wednesday evening came soon enough. The game was scheduled for 6 p.m
at Oak Grove, the other middle school in our city. It wasn't a long drive,
only about twenty minutes, but the whole bus ride over; the team was silent
in anticipation of what would be coming up as they exited the bus. I said a
silent prayer along the way that the team would perform their best. A win
tonight would be a huge morale booster, but in the end all I wanted from
them was that they would play their best, and leave nothing of regrets on
the field. Such would be the ultimate victory for me as a coach in my first
year.

       The only ones that I noticed were talking were Bryon, Gideon and
Hayden. They were whispering to each other in excited but hushed tones so
that people could hear them talking, but no idea of what they were
saying. I noticed that in a bus of 11 teenagers, not counting Liam, and
myself and the bus driver, they were the only ones who found the courage to
speak. They kept stealing glances at Liam and I. We weren't sitting
together, but Liam was sitting in front of me, and we were occasionally
making eye contact with each other, but not talking. Neither one of us was
capable of speech at that time. The pure anticipation of what would happen
in the next hour was too much for us to form words in our throats. It was
simply too much for us.

       The game started off well enough, with our boys scoring a goal in
the first fifteen minutes. The Three Musketeers flowed up and down the
field with the grace of gazelles, and the ferocity of lions. The back line
held firm and didn't allow their opponents into too close of a range that
they might be able to do something on the scoreboard, but they were often
times close enough that I felt something approaching fear in my voice, as I
shouted out the orders to the boys. Oftentimes, the boys would be moving
into the position that I wanted them to be, before I even was able to
formulate the plan in my head personally. They had listened to my speeches,
and knew what I expected of them. It was as if I was out there on the field
encouraging them myself, and fighting their battles as well.

       Liam was next to me, jotting down notes on the players performance
that we would review later, after the game. I was a meticulous coach, and
was going to go over their mistakes with them in a personal way to make
them a better team. Some coaches might confront their players right then
and there, but I wanted my team to be able to keep playing with confidence
as the game wore on. The time for reflection would be later, for now we had
to concentrate on what was unfolding in front of our eyes.

       Shortly after our team scored, the Oak Grove boys scored their first
score, and brought the score to an even tie of 1 to 1, right before the
half time whistle blew. The team came flowing back onto the sidelines for
the quick half time, and Liam was quick to provide the sweatiest ones with
water bottles, and also to tend to those that appeared to be limping. He
offered them quick rub downs, while I offered them advice and constructive
comments on what they had been accomplished so far. Again, I felt that if
they knew I felt their efforts were headed in the right direction, then
they would be able to keep the momentum and we could lead the team to
victory. Half time ended quickly enough, and once again the anticipation of
what this next half would bring was enough to make the strongest stomach
toss and turn in an iron cage. This next half would be more telling than
the first half, because now it was time to see what they could accomplish
when the pressure was applied.

       I should have known that my boys would pull through for me, because
that's exactly what they were able to accomplish. Gideon gained control of
the ball and in ten minutes scored two quick points, and we were able to
keep the other team playing defense for the rest of the game. By the time
the whistle blew, Gideon, Hayden and Byron were dripping with sweat almost
literally pouring off their bodies, but also smiling as if they had just
ridden two roller coasters back to back. They were clearly pleased with
themselves, and as well with the rest of the team. Although they had
accomplished most of the work, and Hayden had done an outstanding job as
captain, they instead took the time to congratulate each of their team
members, and offer them praise for the work they had put in. I was beaming
with pride at the humble attitude that the Three Musketeers were displaying
towards one another, as well as the rest of the team. The only time I
expressed disapproval was when they lined up to shake the hands of the
opposing team in the standard practice of congratulating them for a good
game. I noticed that while most of the team was being genuine, Byron was
flipping off each and every Oak Grove boy that he passed. I cleared my
throat in his direction, and he looked at me and winked as he also flipped
me the bird. I made a mental note that I would speak with him about this
later, but before I was afforded the opportunity to speak to him, all three
came up and started jumping over me in a celebratory mood. Gideon and Byron
were whooping it up, but Hayden found his voice and spoke to me first.

       "Coach, we did it! We won the first game! It wasn't even close, they
couldn't keep up with how fast we were! Gideon scored two of the points,
and we knocked them out! They didn't stand a chance, and they are supposed
to be the only other team that can compete with us! We kicked their
ass's!!"

       Byron was next, "Yeah those preppy Oak Grove mother fuckers weren't
expecting my little send off either. I showed them how Pat Nixon would have
said thank you for the practice. Maybe they will blow us afterwords?"

       Gideon just stood there soaking up the congratulatory pats on the
backs from his fellow teammates and the adoring looks that Liam was
shooting to him. All of them were so proud that they had forgotten they
were still in the presence of a teacher at their school and his
assistant. To them, they were alone in the world and only mindful of their
own needs and wants.

       I chuckled a little bit, but spoke to Hayden. "We won because of how
hard you played, and how seriously you took practice. Those two things
combined to make it so that we won with ease. Just watch the language
Hayden. We are still representing the school."

       "Who cares Coach, we won the season opener!" He then leaned into me,
and in almost conspiratorial voice spoke the next words to me in a
whisper. "Plus, we have another surprise for you. Byron can cum."

*****

And that's where I'm going to end it. The long anticipated "cumming" of age
of Byron is at hand, and will be discussed next chapter. I apologize to
those of you that think this chapter is lacking in details of the soccer
game. I admire soccer, and I especially admire soccer boys, but I know
absolutely nothing about the actual sport. Still it wasn't horrible was it
;)

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with people if you don't mind sharing some good stuff with me. Just say
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