Date: Sat, 6 Apr 2013 17:02:34 -0500
From: Prince Ernest <prince_ernest86@live.com>
Subject: Room 108 Chapter 19 Adult/Youth Section

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Room 108-Chapter 19: The Party

       Liam's face was now entirely transfixed on our conversation, and the
confusion that he had earlier tried to hide, was now written large across
his eyes and his mouth. Liam would have liked nothing better that to have
entered into our conversation, but again at the present moment, he wanted
to just sit back and watch what was unfolding in front of him. Curiosity
would surely kill this cat if he wasn't careful, but who really pays
attention to the flame in front of them?

       "Alright Hayden, let me and Coach Liam get back to discussing the
strategy for the next week's game. You boys go on and enjoy your pizza
party, you've earned it, wouldn't you agree?"

       "You are right Coach. It's also like we are celebrating Byron's
little achievement aren't we?"

       With that last little comment, which seemed to go sailing over
Liam's head, Hayden flashed a toothy grin at me, and resumed eating with
his friends as if our conversation had been no more than a mere distraction
to him. I went to turn back to Liam and finish our discussion, when I felt
his hand reach over and grab mine.

       "Michael, I have to ask you something, and I need to ask it
now. Were you just flirting with Hayden Van Diver right in front of me?"

       And we had reached the moment that I had dreaded. The moment that I
knew was coming, but had tried very hard to forestall was here at hand and
there was no way to escape it. I was aware that Hayden had been flirting
with me, and knew that I had been flirting back with him. In all honesty,
Gideon and Byron were probably aware of it as well because they had been
watching our conversation from afar, a fact that I was only aware of once I
turned to watch Hayden leave our table and return to his friends.

       "Michael, I can tell what was happening, but I want to hear it from
your mouth." Liam's voice was a little bit more direct and forceful this
time. His voice shattered my internal monologue of possible solutions to
the problem in front of me, and when I turned to meet his gaze, I noticed
his light blue eyes were looking at me dead on. But to my surprise there
was not disgust, anger, or fear written on those eyes. They were still
looking at me as they had before. With love and admiration for someone that
he respected, and not someone that he was preparing to turn into the
cops. I took this as my sign of trust, and proceeded in the best way
possible. Directly.

       "Liam...I'm not going to lie to you. Hayden was flirting with me,
and I was flirting back with him. Hayden has a strong relationship with me
built on mutual respect and trust. Hayden knows that he can come to with
any sort of problem and I will give him my best advice. Gideon and Byron
know as well that they can trust me. I guess sometimes, to people outside
our lives, that trust may seem like flirting. But I promise you this, I
haven't touched those boys. I have however seen something's that I may not
have seen."

       I kept my gaze steady with him while I said everything. I watched
his facial expression for any sign of emotion, but he was a blank slate,
which scared me even more than I thought it might have. I wanted him to say
something, anything at all, but instead he just sighed a little bit, and
loosened up his shoulders before looking at me and whispering.

       "Well I guess we better get the boys back to the school so they can
shower up and head on home. " His voice sounded defeated, but I knew from
the look in his eyes that he was still intrigued by what was going on. It
was a resigned look, but still one that showed he trusted me. The conflict
was written large across his face, and while I went up to pay for the meals
and Liam went to corral the boys into the bus, I prayed a silent prayer
that everything would be okay and that Liam was the type of man that I felt
I knew him to be. Similar to me in finding the boys attractive, and eager
to see them play, but one that wouldn't abuse them in anyway.

       The ride back over was still a jubilant one for the boys, and Liam
and I did our best to partake in the celebrations. It was too little effect
though, as we both knew that something monumental was coming in a matter of
minutes. I decided to distract myself by opening my playbook from the
night's game, and writing down some new strategies that I noticed the boys
had adopted during their playing. The boys knew that I trusted them
completely when it came to the game, and that they could count on my
support if any questionable plays arose. I liked giving them that freedom
on the field, because I felt that it made them stronger players. Allowing
them the ability to determine how and when they could execute some plays
gave them confidence. Confidence is key to any successful sports team, and
I knew my students had confidence a plenty. And yet at this moment I felt
like I had no confidence of my own. I was just anticipating something that
I had no control over.

       Liam came over and set next to me about half-way through the trip
back home. Our eyes met, and I knew I needed to calm the fears that were
apparent in both our faces.

       "Liam, I want you to know that you can trust me in this
matter. Nothing inappropriate has happened, and the boys know that I would
never do anything to betray their trust. I need you to trust me that what
we are about to see is something that they want to show us, and not
something that I've asked for. My relationship with them is strong, and
something that I do not value lightly. If Hayden wants me to see this, then
I know it's okay."

       His voice was shaky but I could hear the determination behind
it. "Michael, I trust you beyond measure. You are someone special, not only
to the boys, but to me. I've never had a real relationship before, and I
think that you are someone I can be myself around. I don't know what's
coming, and it frightens me, I'm not gonna lie to you about that. But when
I look into your eyes, I know that I can handle whatever is coming. But
aren't you afraid of the boys betraying us?"

       "Hayden, Gideon and Byron have had plenty of opportunity for that in
the past month or so, and yet here I stand. I would be lying to you if I
didn't tell you that I'm constantly afraid of something being discovered,
that shouldn't be. But I have slowly learned to live my life without the
fear of being caught. I was afraid of being caught as a gay man in high
school, and now I can't imagine living my life in any other way. Liam,
again I promise you that the sight we are about to see is something magical
and something I trust you will enjoy." I smiled at him and winked when I
said this last little line. I wanted him to relax, and I saw his eyes meet
mine, and again I noticed they were filled with respect and admiration, not
disgust. I thanked God for small miracles, the least of which was Liam
being in my life.

       When we arrived back at the school, most of the parents were already
there to meet the boys, but they knew the drill. Again, according to
corporation wide regulations, after all athletic events the participants
were required to shower before they could be sent home with their
parents. Thank God that a few years ago there had been a public-health
scare. The boys filled into the showers, while me and Liam went to the
office to await what I knew would be a huge scene both in my life and in
the boys.

       While sitting in the office, seeing to the endless amount of tasks
that seemed to pile up in my life, I noticed that Liam was still
relaxed. Every time that a door slammed shut, he would calmly look over to
see who had left a few seconds later. I figured that if he was tense about
what was upcoming, he would be jumping at every little sight and sound and
he would be experiencing a sensory overload. Instead he seemed to be
completely at ease, perhaps even anxiously anticipating what was in store
for him. Could he perhaps have some sort of idea about what was going to be
happening, and was in fact looking forward to it? My mind raced with all
the possibilities, and I'm not sure exactly how I was able to grade the
papers that I had laid out for myself to occupy the time I knew I would now
be spending. I was always able to grade papers well enough, but now I felt
that I was on auto-pilot, so focused was I on Liam.

       Finally the last door slammed shut, and the last boy walked out that
I knew would be leaving. Liam looked over at me and his eyes seemed to say
"Well what happens now?", but I just kept on grading the papers in front of
me for another ten minutes, allowing the anticipation and excitement eat
away at him, while I relished the control that I was experiencing over the
situation. Liam wanted to see what was behind the magical curtain, but he
knew he had to wait for me, like a boy waiting to open the largest present
underneath the tree at Christmas. I knew that from now on, I would be in
control of the relationship, which was something I had desired all along. I
didn't desire this control become I was into the whole master/slave
dynamic, but given the relationship I had built with the boys, I knew that
I had to be in control to protect not only myself, but them as well. Anyone
else in control could be reckless, and recklessness could bring all sorts
of destruction into the fragile world that we had built up.

       After about ten minutes of waiting to make sure that no one else
could be returning for any forgotten materials, I motioned for Liam to
follow me, but also to stay behind me. The boys knew that I would be
crashing their little celebration, but they had not been warned about
Liam. True enough, most of them seemed at ease with him, but that was not a
risk that I was willing to take in this situation. I would be a known
observer, and Liam would be a covert witness. That way, if the boys were
upset with him watching, they would only find out at a later date, when I
chose to reveal that information, and indeed if I chose to reveal such
information. We moved silently into the position that I had first caught
the boys at, those few short weeks ago, now seeming like they were a
different time period. I was slowly working myself up mentally, and indeed
sported a semi-erection in my coach's shorts. I looked back to Liam and
smiled at him, and he smiled back. From this point on, we both knew that
there was no turning back, and that the sites we would be witness to would
from now on change our relationship with everyone inside the shower. For
better or worse still remained to be seen, but there would most certainly
be some sort of change.

       The site we were greeted to was simply put the most erotic sight
that I could have ever imagined. I'm not sure who brought it, but there was
a cupcake on the floor of the shower room. Thankfully the showers were not
running or else the cupcake would have been destroyed, but instead it sat
there silently surrounded by three teenage boys silently stroking their
cocks in one hand, and with their free hands, massaging each other's
chests.  All of the boys were on their knees around the cupcake, or else
I'm sure their balance would have been thrown off. Almost as if they had
known that I would want to watch Byron, he was in view of the mirror so
that he was the one I could make out the clearest. Gideon and Hayden were
on either side of him, and as stated before they were wanking themselves
furiously, as if it was some sort of contest that they were all
participating in. It was then that I was struck by the reality of the
situation. It was a competition! These boys competed about everything, and
now that Byron was able to cum, they wanted to compete against each other
to see who could reach an orgasm first! When I was younger, I had heard of
the game "Soggy Biscuit" but none of the other boys I hung around with had
been able to summon the courage to actually participate in a game with
myself or anyone else. And now, here in front of me this scene of pure
erotic imagery was unfolding for my enjoyment. I won't say it was for my
sole enjoyment as I'm sure that the boys in front of me were also enjoying
themselves. I quickly turned around to make sure that Liam was still with
me, and had not run screaming out of the room for fear of his life, and in
order to report me to the police. To my surprise and satisfaction, Liam was
still there, his mouth open wide enough for a Mack truck to drive through,
and also to my satisfaction I noticed that he was slowly stroking himself
above his mesh shorts which he had worn to the game. I knew then and there
that he was more like me than I had originally expected. But I was slowly
brought back to the scene in the shower, as the grunting of three 13 year
olds pierced the air.

       All three boys had their eyes closed and were moving their hands
quickly up and down their own cocks as quickly as they could. Their hands
were almost blurs in my field of vision, but I could tell that they were
also being tender with themselves as their dicks were glistening in sweat
so they were providing their own lubricate. I knew that sweat would be a
poor lubricant, but a lubricant it was at the least. I made a mental note
that I would buy them some lube and try and find some way to sneak it to
Hayden so that he could have some more pleasurable fun in the
future. Gideon was rubbing Hayden's abs in a very loving and sensual
manner, but one that betrayed his hands were not in unfamiliar
territory. He was loving, sure enough, but he was also anticipating each
rib by placing his finger out in anticipation of meeting it. It was evident
that Gideon, the sports stud of the group was truly and deeply in love with
Hayden. There could be no mistaking that. Hayden however was being almost
territorial with Byron, grabbing and mashing his chest as if he was
tenderizing meat. There was no warmth in those ministrations, but instead
the raw and naked desire of someone who wants to make pain into
pleasure. Bryon was not crying out in pain with each stroke of Hayden's
hands, but instead was showing his delight in his friends work, by his
mouth opening and closing in silent pleasure every few seconds. I thought
that I could detect just a slight bead of sweat running down the side of
Byron's face, which was visibly red from the intense amount of pleasure
that he was feeling. I reasoned that sense his body was still new to
orgasms, he was not in complete control of his body as it responded to the
stimulus being sent to his brain. Soon he would learn to control these
emotions, and would get more pleasure out of such experiences.

       Unfortunately, it seems that Liam and I had waited to come and view
this tableau, as moments after we arrived, the chorus of teen voices
started to string forth obscenities that would have shamed their mothers
had they been there. Sure, there was more that they would have been ashamed
of, but at the moment that was not what was on my mind. Gideon and Hayden
both opened their eyes as they neared the completion of their work, and
ever so slightly leaned over and kissed each other, before pulling
themselves back from the kiss and arching their backs. Their timing was
impeccable as they almost simultaneously shot forth their cum from their
dicks, as strong as if it had been shot out of cannons. I was in such
amazement by this scene, but what followed was even more erotic, that it
still amazes me that I had not shot my load then and there. Almost as if on
cue, Gideon bent down to Bryon's ballsack and began licking it with the
tenderness of a young cub sucking milk from a mother's teat.  Hayden
however, grabbed Byron's hair and pulled him in for a deep and passionate
kiss. The scene before me was again just so filled with sexual eroticism,
that I could not believe it was actually unfolding in front of me. Finally,
after another minute, the climax of tonight's anticipation occurred. Byron
let forth a stream of "Oh fuck...oh fuck...here it comes you guys...oh
fuck...OH FUCK!" Immediately as he screamed the last sounds of his mouth, I
turned my glance downward in time to see a tiny stream of clear fluid shoot
out of his dick and join his compatriots efforts on top of the cupcake, the
very same cupcake which I had until know forgotten about. As the cum left
his body, Byron himself seemed to double over, whether from exhaustion,
pain or pleasure, I could not tell you for any certainty, but if my memory
of such events served me well, I would have to say that it was from the
sheer amount of pleasure he had just experienced.

       "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!" came 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?


*****

Apologies are due to too many people for me taking this long with a story.
I never wanted to be gone this long, but personal things came up, and now
I'm in a slightly better way. Financial burdens still continue to haunt me,
but I know I'll make it through. Thank you again to everyone who has
written in, expressing how much they missed my story. Again I cannot
apologize enough to everyone, and I hope to one day earn your trust back.

Jeremy, I'm beyond sorry to you as well. Please, please forgive me.

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