Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2013 20:55:39 -0600
From: Prince Ernest <prince_ernest86@live.com>
Subject: Room 108 Chapter 4 Adult/Youth Section

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Room 108-Chapter 4 Soccer Practice

Many of them gave me answers that I knew to be fake, such as "I want to get
an A in my Social Studies class because Social Studies is my favorite
class." I speculated that only about half of the students who wrote that
down actually meant it, giving me a total of five. Others listed social
goals such as making new friends or making a particular sports teams. A few
did mention academic goals, aware that 8th grade was a do or die year for
some of them, as this is the last year we would be promoting them
socially. 9th grade year they would have to earn it, but 8th grade was a
good staging area.

	Gideon's answer threw me for a loop. My silent prayer from the
beginning of the day came back to my mind, along with my grandmother's
admonition. "If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans."

	"My biggest goal for this year is simple. Me and my two best
friends, Byron Phillips and Hayden Van Diver, will stay best friends, and
lead our mighty Pat Nixon Trojans to victory on the 8th grade soccer team!"

	Was this really happening to me? Here I was in my first year of
being a professional teacher and coach for the 8th grade soccer team, and
three of the hottest boys of the 8th grade class had all made it their goal
to make the team and lead us to the championship??? Could my life be that
blessed?

	I finished grading the rest of the tests in a fairly quick order
all while thinking of how I was going to play it as their coach and
teacher. I still stood by my oath that I wouldn't do anything with them
during the school day and possibly lose my job. But during soccer practice,
when they would be taking showers and working on their young bodies in my
proximity, that oath might be a little bit harder to keep intact. At least
I knew that they all had the drive to want to make the team, and as stated
they wanted to win. Would there be a way that I could use that drive to my
advantage in some way? I also made a silent promise that if I could tell
that they weren't into it, then I wouldn't push it. Like hell if I was
going to rape anyone. Seduce them, or be seduced by them, yes. Rape? Not
happening. Too many tragic stories of teachers raping their students, and
no one comes out pretty in those. I wasn't going to add to the statistics.

	I was brought out of my daze of self-awareness and soul searching
by the bell for the next period to begin. Periods 3 and 4 went pretty well
and standard with the rest of the day. Take roll call, make a note of those
boys that I thought might be worthy of my "Wank-Bank" collection, and give
them the tests. Simple enough right? I was still interested in being the
best teacher I could be, but considering it was the first day, I could
pretty much run on auto-pilot on the menial stuff which today seemed to be
overwhelming.

	Lunch came soon enough, and I was starving. I was also a little
anxious. After lunch came Hayden, and the ass of an angel. I grabbed some
lunch and headed back up to my classroom hoping that maybe Jacobson and
Blankenhors might be in the mood to chatter over warm-up Salisbury steak
and pre-made mashed potatoes. Unfortunately both of them had apparently
decided to step outside for lunch, and I was left to my own devices. Or so
I thought.

	No sooner had I entered my room than who was I face to face with?
Marissa Juniper

	"Marissa, what are you doing in my classroom? You are supposed to
be at lunch." I asked her, hoping against hope that this would be a quick
conversation about something stupid, and I could begin to eat my lunch
quietly and quickly.

	"Mr. Lambert, I just wanted to let you know how excited I am to
have you as our teacher. You seem really nice."

	"Well thank you Marissa, but you could have just waited to tell me
this after lunch. You are in Period 6 and we won't be doing anything
serious today. You could have talked to me after the test."

	"Well, there is something else I wanted to talk to you about
Mr. Lambert. It's about Byron."

	"Marissa, I understand if you are upset about what Byron did
earlier, but I can't discuss his punishment with you. That would be unfair
to him and would violate his right to privacy." I said this little lie
quickly and convincingly. I had no real intention of punishing Byron, but I
wasn't going to let Marissa know this. The less she knew about my designs
on Byron and his friends the better.

	"No it's not that. After your class today though, I did hear him
and his friends talking outside the boy's bathroom in the science
hallway. They were talking about getting high today after school. I think
they were talking about marijuana!" Marissa stated this last sentence with
all the horror of those 1950's films that portray marijuana use as the
first step on the road to damnation.

	"Well thank you for telling me this Marissa. Byron wants to be on
the soccer team, and he won't be allowed if he's smoking pot. I can't do
anything with what you've said because it's just hearsay, and I apologize
for that. I will however keep an eye out for anything suspicious, and if
anything does come to light, I will make sure to include your comments." So
the little shit was smoking the reefer before school. Hope you enjoyed your
wake and bake Byron, because it's going to be the last one you have in a
while.

	"I guess that's fine Mr. Lambert. I would just hate to see you
develop a great soccer team, and Byron throw it all away by smoking that
disgusting stuff. They kept calling it an herb, but I'm onto them!"

	Like hell you are Marissa, but I figured if I let her try and
handle things on her own, she might actually get herself into
trouble. Rather let her "report" to me, and let me handle the day to day
things. After all I am the teacher, and she is the student. A dedicated,
smart young lady but still a student after all.

	"Again thank you Marissa. Why don't you hurry on back to lunch? My
lunch wasn't warm to begin with, and I'm afraid it might be colder
now. I'll see you later, at the end of the day. That's when you have my
class correct?"

	"Oh yes, Mr. Lambert! And I'm ready for that test you are going to
give us! My friend Michelle Rush is in period 3 and she told me all about
it!"

	"Sounds great Marissa." I made a little sticky note on my teaching
binder to remind students, especially Michelle Rush, to not share
information about tests with other students. I knew that rule wouldn't go
very far, but at least if maybe I said something, it might get me
somewhere. I started to slice up my Salisbury steak and hope it wasn't
completely frozen while she left the room. I was going to have to keep my
eye on that Marissa Juniper. The Salisbury steak wasn't horrible, and
luckily I had gotten a salad to go with it so my lunch wasn't a total
waste. Talking to Marissa had taken up about ten minutes of my time, so I
had to hurry through it and as a consequence I was turning my lunch tray
back into the cafeteria when the lunch dismissal bell rang. Great, now I'll
be with the herd as we move back up into the classroom.

	I was moving along slowly thinking about what else this day could
bring me when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned to the right, and
who should be there, but the god-like Hayden Van Diver. He was even more
delectable up close. I could smell the Axe Chocolate spray wafting off of
him. It was easy to detect body sprays on teenagers simply because they
coat themselves in it, but on Hayden he put on just enough to be
noticeable, but not overwhelming.

	"Uhh, hello Mr. Lambert. My name is Hayden Van Diver, and I'm in
your History class this period. Can I talk to you while I walk with you?"

	"Sure Hayden, nice to meet you." This kid could do more than talk
to me, but I was doing my best to keep myself restrained. It was like I was
in 8th grade with the rest of the student body, and I wanted to make myself
seem cool to this young stud. I stuck my hand out to shake with him, and I
was pleasantly surprised to see him reciprocate. His body was smooth to the
touch I noticed. Hands were baby soft, and there was just a light dusting
of hair on his arms. Other than that, this kid seemed completely hairless,
not even the peach-fuzz some of his comrades in arm might be sporting on
his upper lip.

	"So Mr. Lambert, first off can I call you coach? I know you are the
coach of the 8th grade boys soccer team, and I'm definitely going to be
playing for you! We've got a great team, and the state championship is
ours! We work hard, we play hard, and we have fun hard!" He said this last
bit with a smirk on his face, and if truth be told, I think I noticed a
wink. Hayden definitely had the confidence to make the team, now I would
just have to wait and see whether he had the skills, but if his body told
me anything, it agreed with his confidence.

	"Sure Hayden, Coach is fine with me. I'm not big on ceremony, but
you have to call me either Lambert, Mr. Lambert or Coach. Respect is key
with me. You respect me and I'll respect you. Got it?"

	"Got it Coach! That's sort of what I wanted to talk to you about,
respect anyways. I heard what happened with Byron earlier today, and you
see he's my friend, but I still think it was not cool of him to talk to you
like that. He's a real nice guy, it's just that him and Marissa dated back
in 5th grade and she's not given up on him. He shouldn't have said that to
her in your class, and he said he's sorry. He's going to talk to you about
it tomorrow, but I figured I should say something to you also. We all know
you are the Coach of the team, and Gideon and Byron both say you are way
cool. I would just hate for you to have a negative idea of Byron. He's
really chill most of the time." With every word that came flowing out of
his mouth, I was falling for Hayden more and more. You could tell he really
did care about his friends, and wanted the best for them.

	"Well thank you for saying something about this Hayden. I was going
to say something to Byron about it tomorrow, but you don't' have to worry
about it. I'm not the kind of teacher who makes snap decisions about
students based on a five minute conversation. Byron will have to work on
his attitude though, because I won't tolerate any of that behavior on the
field. Mrs. Clark and I have already discussed this, that there will be a
zero-tolerance policy on my team. Any misbehavior resulting in anything
more than a detention or any grade lower than a B, and you are off the
team, no questions asked. Think those rules will be a problem for you,
sir?"

	"Oh no Coach. Like I said, the Three Musketeers have already
decided you are cool, and we know our teachers. We will back your play. Our
team is the best on the field; we want to be the best off the field. By the
way that's what we call ourselves, the Three Musketeers. Me, Gideon and
Byron. One for all, and all for one if you get my meaning." Again I swore
this last line was said with a wink.

	By this time we had arrived at Room 108, and the warning bell was
getting ready to ring. Hayden went and took a seat up close in the front of
the room. I could tell that this was going to be a good semester.

	The rest of the week passed by pretty quick considering I was
initially nervous about everything that could have gone wrong. The first
day wrapped up pretty well as I had planned it to. Grading introductory
tests and doing the cliché get to know yourselves activities weren't the
most inspiring or exciting, but it set the tone that I was in charge. Byron
did come and apologize to me on the following day, and I made it clear that
such behavior was a sure-fire way to get himself kicked off the team if he
continued. I allowed him to move away from Marissa in advisory and since
they both shared the same regular class time with each other, I made sure
they would be separated that time too. Before I knew it, it was Friday at
3.15. Time for our first soccer tryouts and boy was I was eagerly looking
forward to this.

	Considering it was just a tryout session I wasn't looking to push
anyone and break them. As you might have noticed, that wasn't my style in
the classroom and it wasn't my style on the field. I wanted to take it nice
and slow. Almost like it wasn't worth anything. I figured if I could see
what they were like when they were goofing around, it might show me what
they were like when it came down to the wire. I decided to go for a simple
scrimmage match. Shirts versus skins. For obvious reasons, I decided to
have Byron, Hayden and Gideon be on the skins team. I had waited all week,
getting to know them and slowly falling in love with their friendship and
personalities. Now I wanted to see what was underneath those Hollister
T-shirts and basketball jerseys that they wore every day.

	Gideon was stunning to say the least. All over tan on his pubescent
chest, which also lacked any hair on it as well as under the arms. Dime
sized nipples that seemed to be always hard and at attention. Lightly
defined abs that were just noticeable, but nothing rock solid. Lack of any
baby fat which proved he was the jock of the group, but his body was still
in the thralls of puberty so the definition was emerging rather than fully
evident. Gideon was a true team member, always finding the teammate who was
open to score and allowing them to make the point, rather than claim the
glory for himself. I would be pleased to have him on the team.

	Byron was slightly paler but nothing to sneeze at. His body lacked
almost all definition, but he was completely flat in the chest and
belly. Just like Gideon, no hair on his chest or underarms, not even a
treasure trail beginning to emerge. Although his body wasn't Adonis like,
he was a hustler and I was confident he would make the team when it came
time to make cuts.

	Hayden however blew me away. Completely hairless, just like his
compatriots, but whereas they were slightly defined as Gideon, or lacking
in that department such as Byron, Hayden was a knock-out. His abs were
defined, along with his upper chest. He had a little six-pack which would
have driven half the freshmen team wild, but instead were driving me
wild. His hair flowed with the wind, and the sweat slowly dripping off his
body as the afternoon sun shone down on him, was enough to make me lose my
mind. He strutted the field like a true lion, commanding the attention of
the whole team. He moved into position a split second before he needed to
be there, and executed his moves with the speed and precision of a boy who
has been playing soccer for quite some time. Not only did I want him on the
team, but I had found my captain no questions about it.

	I let the game go for a good hour, and then decided to wrap-it
up. Pat Nixon Middle School mandated that all student athletes had to have
parent rides home, and were also mandated to take showers after all
practices and home games. Mrs. Clark explained that this was due to
sanitary reasons that had long since made since to her, but no one ever
complained and so she saw no reason to stop it. My presence as head coach
was required in the locker room at all times that students were in there,
and although I wasn't about to pass up on this ample opportunity to be in
the same vicinity as roughly twenty hot and sweaty 8th grade boys, I wasn't
going to be stupid about it. I made sure that I had some clerical stuff to
do while the boys were taking their showers, so that way I could be in the
room but not into the way of too much temptation.

	I was halfway through making the first cuts, when some of the boys
started to trickle out of the showers and into the changing room. The
locker room was designed so that the boys pretty much had to change
directly in front of me. The restrooms were in the back, with the showers
off to either sides. They were large communal showers, so there wasn't any
chance of hiding anything from your teammates. In front of the restrooms
were the changing areas. There was a large changing room in front with
lockers on one side and the coaches' office with its large glass window in
the front. Two smaller changing rooms were accessible through the main
room. A few of the boys decided to just strut their stuff in the main
room. Most of them decided to go "shy-guy" and wear their towels out to the
changing room and then put their underwear on underneath the towels and
then let the towels drop once their goods were hidden. Again it took all my
will-power but besides the occasional glance up just to make sure there
wasn't any horse play going on, I managed to keep my eyes on the task in
front of me.  I wasn't entirely disappointed by what I saw from my
team. Most of them appeared to be cut, all were pretty much hairless except
for a few that had light peach fuzz above their crotches, but those were
more the exception than the rule. On average, they appeared to be anywhere
from 3 inches to 5 inches soft, although one or two appeared to be sporting
semi's, but again I was doing my very best to avoid the lure of their
bodies. I wanted to be a good coach who did it for the right reason, and
not just some old pervert who took this gig to be close to a quick piece of
ass.

	Most of the boys took quick showers and were out of there within
thirty minutes. I still heard the showers going, when I was wrapping up my
list. I was getting up to go check on it when I heard the words that would
forever change my life.

	"Damn it Byron, watch the teeth!"

*****

Okay, and there we have the end of Chapter 4. As you might imagine, Chapter
5 will be quiet steamy, but I wanted to get peoples blood pumping (and
maybe other things pumping as well) before we dive right into the action. I
really want feedback from this chapter so I can see how much I should let
play out in Chapter 5. It's probably going to be a doozy!

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