Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2013 20:41:43 -0500
From: Prince Ernest <prince_ernest86@live.com>
Subject: Chapter 20 Room 108 Adult/Youth Section

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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..."


*****

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