Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2013 13:55:41 -0600
From: Prince Ernest <prince_ernest86@live.com>
Subject: Room 108 Chapter 5 Adult/Youth Section

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Room 108-Chapter 5 The Discovery

       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 side. 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!"

	This particular turn of phrase immediately drew my attention. As
stated the shower was still going on but I decided, as a responsible and
yes horny adult, that it was my duty to find out what was going on. Sure it
sounded like something sexual, and it probably was, but how was I to know
whether or not Byron had ingested "bath salts" and become a homicidal
zombie?

	The showers were off to the side of the bathroom with a full-length
mirror running the entire length of the bathroom. I couldn't even begin to
tell you why there was a full length room mirror in the boys bathroom, but
at the moment I wasn't complaining, because that mirror gave me a prime
view of what was going on in the showers. And before I knew it, my breath
was taken away by the sight of pure beauty that I was greeted with.

	Byron was on his knees in the shower, directly in front of Hayden
with Gideon being behind Hayden as well. Byron's ass was on prominent
display and it was a perfect bubble butt that you could bounce a quarter
off of. I could see the entrance to his ass-hole which appeared to be
hairless on his ass, but a small forming of hair on the actual pucker
itself. Not enough to put me off, but a sign that puberty was slowly
encroaching on his body and that before too long it would transform into a
slightly hair man and not a boy. His hair was matted because of the water
that was still being pumped into the shower and the steam that was forming,
was causing a slight sheen of sweat to develop on his pale body. He seemed
undisturbed by the sweat and the water, and more on focus on the task at
hand. The task at hand happened to be Hayden's engorged dick which he was
fully servicing. I was guessing that Hayden was around 4 ½ inches and
that was fully hard. Not even a fuzz of hair on Hayden's crotch but his abs
was again what drew me into him. They were glistening. No other word to
describe them but glistening in the shower steam that was fogging up the
mirror except for the scene in front of me. Hayden was fully enjoying the
attention that he was getting from Byron in front of him. His head was
thrown back, and soft little cries of pleasure were emanating from his
mouth. Gideon was by far the most interesting one to my mind's eye
though. He was standing behind Hayden, slowly caressing Hayden's body and
licking his ears and whenever their mouths met, Hayden and Gideon would
exchange tender kisses. Kisses of true passion, but also with a little bit
of hunger in the mix, just enough hunger that it needed to be sated but not
crazy enough that they were wild about it. Gideon was standing behind
Hayden and just a little off to the side, so I could make out his dick. It
was 4 inches long, with a small amount of hair above it and fully erect,
pointing up towards his belly-button which was a total outie. I had always
been attracted to boys with outie's, for some reason finding them slightly
more cute than their inward counterparts. Don't even begin to ask me why
this was, but it was.

	The scene in front of my got me hard immediately, as there was
little reason to doubt that it would. Byron was really going to town on
Hayden's dick, taking in as much of the tool as he could without
gagging. While Byron was servicing Hayden, he was also managing to work his
own tool I could tell, but I couldn't make it out. The unmistakable hand
gestures, though of a young boy jerking off was unmistakable to me and it
was certainly what Byron was doing. I must admit that Byron was doing an
excellent job of multi-tasking because Hayden was certainly appearing to
get closer to the point of no return in the blowjob that Byron was
supplying him. It was then that I also noticed that Gideon was also
servicing himself with his free hand, but also still managing to try and
make sure Hayden was aware of his presence. The boys seemed completely
enveloped in what they were doing with each other, and could have cared
less if anyone walked in. Not that I was thinking of doing so, but I
imagine that they were more caught up in providing pleasure for the other
ones in their little group, rather than what was going on in their own
little portion of heaven.

	I decided that I could not let this moment pass from my
consciousness without enjoying it. Taking a quick look around, I noticed
two things. One, the locker room was completely empty of all
personnel. There was no other coaching staff as it was only the first
practice, and all other team-mates had gone home. That was in itself enough
to reassure me, but not enough to soothe me. Item number two however
accomplished that trick. By another quick scan of the changing room, I
noticed that everyone had gotten their stuff and all lockers were shut and
locked. This was perfect. No one had forgotten anything, and thus would be
returning to the locker-room to interrupt this beautiful tableaux in front
of my with a quick apology and a lame excuse about forgetting their gym
shorts. You've got twenty pairs of gym shorts, do you really need that
particular one! I again decided that the timing was perfect, and that this
opportunity was perfect as well. I would take my chances.

	I had worn my regular teaching clothes to school that day, but
changed into training shorts and a white T-shirt in time for practice. I
had decided to free ball it during practice, a decision I was grateful for
at this moment. I unleashed my own proud 6 ½ inches of meat, and slowly
began stroking it myself as I continued to watch Byron given Hayden a real
dedicated blow-job while Gideon serviced himself slowly and
methodically. My own dick was fully hard before it even lefts its linen
cage, and the smooth skin feeling only served to heighten the feelings of
pleasure I was feeling. That's correct. Like many of my students, I had no
hair down below. I found it to be visually appealing, and also on some
level simply more cleaner than letting things go like a Amazon jungle.

	The boys showed no desire to change their positions and so I was
able to enjoy the show that this wonderful full length mirror was providing
me with. Hayden would open his eyes only every now and again just to look
down and admire the work that Byron was providing for him. He would slowly
run his hands through Byron's hair and every once and a while bend down and
given him a little kiss on the head. But that would inevitably lead to his
cock being freed from the mouth of Byron and that wasn't something Hayden
seemed too keen on. Gideon seemed perfectly happy to be giving Hayden a rub
over all over the body, and although he seemed to be enjoying his role, he
seemed much more comfortable on the sidelines as a voyeur rather than the
center-stage. I kept the pacing on my own member to slow and regular, but
the scene in front of me was simply so hot that I couldn't help but pick up
the pace, as I could tell Hayden was getting closer to cumming. His slender
yet athletic hips started to thrust more eagerly into the awaiting mouth of
Byron, and again knowing that Hayden was only 14 I knew his orgasm would be
powerful and intense, but above all it wouldn't be too far in the offing. I
wanted to cum with him, as if that would make us closer friends. What a
sick thought right?

	Gideon was the first to go. His rhythm was quick and fast, just
like himself on the field. His moaning got louder and louder, while his
hands started to become almost claw-like on Hayden's chest as he dug in
with his claws. His orgasm washed over him like a wave washing over a sand
castle. It was ten feet away and in opposite angle, but it looked like he
shot a decent size amount of cum onto the back of Hayden which slowly
started to dribble down and form a small pool on Hayden's ass. I was amazed
by what I saw next. Gideon bent down and slowly started to lick up his own
cum off of Hayden's ass, his tongue flicking around like a small snake
looking for food. I was amazed by what I had just seen. I had never known a
young teenager to be so interested in their own cum. Yes, I had seen and
been party to many cum swallowers in my day, but they went for others cum,
hardly ever their own.

	Byron was next, and his was much more subtle than Gideon. I could
tell he was cumming because his moans started to become more audible and he
sadly spit Hayden's cock out. I could tell Hayden was disappointed, but he
seemed more interested in seeing what was going on with Byron at this time
than his own satisfaction. Byron started to slowly curse anything and
everything while his dick convulsed. Since he wasn't facing me, I again
couldn't tell what had happened, but from the amount of obscenities fleeing
from his mouth, he had to be a decent sized one.

	Hayden and I went together, oddly enough just like I had
planned. When Byron had stopped sucking his own dick, Hayden had taken over
the manual stimulation himself. He wanted to do it quickly and join his
team mates and friends. He was pumping like tomorrow, and I started joining
him in the quick rhythm of it all. Hayden started muttering "Oh fuck, oh
fuck" over and over again as three jets of hot cum came flying out of his
dick and onto Byron's face. My own breathing became more shallow and ragged
while I shot out six loads of cum onto the ground in front of me. Before I
turned away I heard the following conversation which would forever be
etched into my memory as a loving tribute between three friends.

	"Damn Byron that was amazing! You've just gotta work on the teeth
man, but other than that it was great!" As always, Hayden was more
interested in making sure everyone around him felt good about themselves,
rather than just focusing on himself.

	"Hayden you taste so good. The pineapple really does make it taste
better!" giggled Byron. Yes, this tough as nails skater boi, just giggled
in front of his friends.

	"Byron did you actually cum or are you still shooting blanks?" was
the sentence uttered by Gideon, from behind Hayden. They had all moved back
to washing themselves off from the cum that was all over each other's
bodies. Who knew what cum belonged to whom?

	"Nah, man, still dry. Why do you always have to bust my balls about
it?" Byron tossed back. He sounded defensive, but not terribly upset by it.

	"Chill man. You know I'm just busting your balls. Besides we
already talked about this. Once you start shooting we told you that Hayden
and I are going to throw a little celebration just for you! The Three
Musketeers in action!"

	"Yeah, yeah. Let's just hurry up, shower and get out of here. Mom
said we could ride the four-wheeler around the back 40 again." Hayden
quickly brought the meeting to order and closed it out. I hurried myself
back to the office and turned off the lights. I wasn't about to get caught,
and luckily all my teaching stuff was in the office. Except for the small
DNA sample that I had left behind, there would be no trace of my presence
in the locker-room.

	After I left the locker-room myself, I thought about what I had
just done. Yes it was voyeuristic, and that in itself wasn't highly
illegal, but had I just broken a sacred trust with my students? Had I
crossed some invisible demarcation line with them? I felt that I hadn't,
mainly because they weren't even aware of it themselves. No harm, no foul
right? Again, I wasn't doubting that I had been a slightly perverted male
watching three teenage boys in an act of supreme intimacy, but I hadn't
harmed them in anyway, and thus was able to stay true to my original plan
of being the best role model to my students that I could possibly be. And
that was still my goal. Role model first, pervert second and then only if
the students themselves presented the opportunity. I wasn't going to force
anyone into anything, because as a friend once told me over hypothetical
bullshit and drinks, that an scandal can ruin a reputation for a lifetime
but only feels good for about ten minutes.

	I spent the rest of the weekend with Friday's imagery playing over
and over again every time my hand wandered down to my cock. Again such an
image of pure beauty that I was pleased to have been a witness too. When I
wasn't busy abusing myself, I spent the rest of the weekend going over
lesson plans and making the final list of who would be on the soccer
team. Even without their little display of affection that I had been
witness to, through sheer effort on their part, the "Three Musketeers"
would be on the team. Hayden would naturally be captain. It was an obvious
choice and something I knew he would not only enjoy doing, but also be good
at as well.

	Monday morning came around soon enough. Jacobson, Blankenhors and I
all chatted about the weekend and what we had done on Friday. I obviously
left my little voyeuristic escapade out. I wasn't feeling guilty because I
hadn't broken any laws obviously, and I wasn't going to be one of those
people that betray their emotions by acting panicky all day long. I figured
if the boys had caught me and said something to me, the police would have
shown up on Saturday morning, rather than being polite and waiting around
for Monday morning. I had gone down to the principal's office to turn in
the soccer roster, and Mrs. Clark betrayed no signs that I would be
arrested momentarily. Her chipper, usual self.

	I was exciting the office and about to meander my way back up to my
room to finish printing off the sheets I would need for today's lesson,
when I saw Byron approach me out of the corner of my eyes. He had taken the
liberty of putting small gauges into his ears over the weekend. As usual,
anything this boy did only served to heighten his sexual appeal, rather
than diminish it.

	"Morning Byron, how are you? I must admit that those gauges look
pretty interesting on you"

	Byron merely smirked at me and shot back "Morning Mr. Lambert,
enjoy the show?"  *****

And that's where I'm going to end Chapter 5. Please, please remember that
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