Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2013 13:37:14 -0600
From: Prince Ernest <prince_ernest86@live.com>
Subject: Chapter 7 Room 108 Adult/Youth Section

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Room 108-Chapter 7: The Baseball Diamonds

       Before I could even begin to formulate a response, the bell rang,
and Byron grabbed his bags and was back out the door. I decided to let him
be. He was right, I would have to be a head case to not put him, Hayden and
Gideon on the team when I had seen how well they had played on the field on
Friday. They all moved with the grace and poise of young confident men who
knew that they were capable of great things on the soccer field, and coming
into this position I wanted to win that championship as badly as they
did. While I was mulling all this over, I decided to make a quick run to
the restroom during the passing period. I would have to learn to slow down
on the coffee during the morning commute and while I was prepping in the
morning. Goes right through me.

       I was walking back into the classroom to get things ready when I
noticed something on my desk that had not been there when I had left. It
was a simple folded note, with Mr. Lambert written on the front. I decided
to read it immediately, in case it was a note from a student saying that
they had to leave and hadn't caught me to tell me in person. What was in
the note rocked me again for a second time that day.

       "I know you saw us in the shower on Friday. I could also tell that
you liked what you saw. If you want another show, bike by the farthest
field in McCormick Street Park today at 6:30. We will be behind the
baseball storage shed. Come alone, and I'll make sure it's worth your while
and the others won't know. ---Athos"

       Immediately after reading this, for the second time in the day so
far, my knees almost failed me and felt as if they had turned to jelly. Who
could have possibly left this note I wondered? I knew it had to be one of
three candidates, because there were only three participants in last
Friday's show. Bryon was a likely candidate considering he had just been in
my class, and could have easily left the note when I wasn't looking. But he
was also immediately ruled out upon second consideration. He had left class
immediately once the bell had rang, and I knew he had Science 2nd period
which was on the other end of the school. He never hung around the main
hallway of his other classes considering he didn't want to be tardy, so
there was no way he could have left it and not been tardy. Gideon and
Hayden were both equally likely considering they were in the hallway this
period and could have left it in the room while I was using the
restroom. The mind begins to boggle at the possibility of it being one or
the other, but exactly whom it was would have to wait for the end of the
day.

       My inner dialogue was interrupted by the annoying voice of Marissa
Juniper, who came up to ask some questions about the end of week
assignment. Leave it to her to worry about an assignment that was mildly
introductory in nature, and wasn't due for another four days. And even
though I knew I would much rather be investigating the true identity of
this mysterious "Athos", I knew that it would be much more beneficial to
become distracted by her incessant rambling and answer her question. Athos,
whomever you are, would have to wait until 6.30 p.m this evening and
McCormick Street Park. I answered Marissa's questions with as much grace
and dignity I could answer and then politely sent her on her way. The
warning bell was beginning to ring, and I wanted to be free to decipher
whether Gideon in Period Two was the mysterious culprit of the earlier
note.

       Sadly, at the end of Period Two, I had no further insights into the
true identity of Athos, as Gideon had given nothing away but his warm and
trusting nature. Gideon gave no signs of being rattled, and if I had seen
him, I felt surely that he would betray some sign of emotion, or perhaps he
was in better control of his emotions than I thought. Either way, Gideon
had clearly learned how to play poker as his poker face was equal to that
of any veteran Vegas blackjack player. He joked with his group partners on
the assignment that I had in mind for them, and although he did call me
over a few times, it was mainly to answer questions clarifying the nature
of the assignment and he didn't bother me any more than any of his other
classmates might have. Again, if this kid was Athos, he was keeping his
cards close to the vest.

       I was looking forward to having Hayden in class that afternoon, but
then I realized this opportunity to divine whether he was Athos or not was
not going to materialize. The school had scheduled one of those student
assemblies that teachers dread, students feel ambivalent about, and
administrators schedule simply to boast to their colleagues about who they
can attract to their school to speak about some equally boring topic. I
figured those administrators who scheduled these assemblies had to have
forgotten how idiotic these things were to teachers. The loss of
instructional time was devastating to most teachers, and as you might
imagine the administrators would leave discipline to us and go back to
their offices once the assembly began. A better waste of educational time
could not be found in the annals of teaching.

       In the case of the school assemblies, students were to report to
their advisory class and then proceed onto the assembly. Hayden's advisory
teacher was Mr. Lanam, our Science teacher, and he was placed conveniently
far enough away from me so that I could not search his face for any sign of
emotion as to whether or not he was the mysterious Athos. I, however, would
be responsible for the mischievous Byron and the enthralled Marissa. I made
sure to sit in between them, more to make sure that they wouldn't fight
amongst themselves for any stupid reason and to make sure that Byron
wouldn't start a spit wad war. If that meant I would have to sit next to
this delicious looking middle school student, well then that would be my
cross to bear and I would bear it gladly.

       The assembly was on the effects of bullying and how to prevent it,
something that I do consider important, but not necessarily worthy of a
whole school assembly that lasted roughly 45 minutes. I felt we could have
handled it more effectively in our advisory were we actually connect better
with our students, but hey I'm a first year teacher. What do I really know
that the school administration doesn't already know? The assembly wrapped
up about roughly 2.35, and students were instructed to return to their
advisory room for the remainder of the day which just happened to be a
little more than 15 minutes. I had decided once I remembered about the
assembly that there was no possible way I was going to get close to Hayden
today, and would just have to wait until later this evening for the highly
anticipated revealing of Athos.

       The day finished up rather quickly at around 3.05 and I knew that if
I rushed home, I would simply be sitting there until 6.00 at which time I
would prepare to leave and make my way towards McCormick Street Park. I
decided that the better way to divert my attention and thus to kill the
time, would be to work on some school assignments for the rest of the week,
and then go out to dinner with Blankenhors and Jacobson. They had invited
me to dinner earlier, as a way of getting to know each other better. We had
set it for an early dinner at 4.30 at the Mexican establishment close to
school, and again I judged that spending time with colleagues and friends
would be a better time killer than spending it alone with my thoughts and
chewing over a bone that I could not entirely devour.

       Dinner was pleasant enough and the conversation was needed and
casual enough so that we decided to make it a weekly thing. Jacobson was
married, but her husband didn't mind that she spent time "mentoring" some
of the younger teachers, and as for Blankenhors, I could tell that she
wanted to strike up a relationship with me. She was pretty enough I grant
you that, and I found her to be a caring, funny and above all a smart
individual. She was no Hayden mind you, but I decided to allow my feelings
to develop towards her, and if something romantic came of it, then I would
be as surprised as the rest of them.

       We finished about 5.35 and I figured that I had just enough time to
run home, change, and then make my way towards the park. McCormick Street
Park was only actually about a 15 minute walk from my apartment, and was
another 15 minutes away from the school. I figured that Athos must have
settled on it as a neutral location that all would be familiar with. It was
a nice sized park, and our town was fairly affluent so the park was
beautifully maintained. Being that this was Southern California, the park
was also accommodating of skaters, a move that I found to be
straightforward and common sense enough to be admired. The baseball
diamonds were in the back of the park, while the skaters section was in the
front. Again being that it was Southern California in late August and no
later than 6, the park was being perused by a fair amount of people, but
they kept themselves confined mainly to the front of the park, and along
the people trails. Luckily none of the people trails wandered towards the
back of the park, and although it was warm, many people were starting to
leave the park once I got there. I figured that they were headed to their
own homes or places to eat, which the park had none of. I was able to make
my way back to the baseball diamonds without being detected by anyone. I
had decided to change from my teaching attire into something less
conspicuous, and had chosen a pair of running shorts, and gray light hoodie
which I had put over my head. I figured this, and the fact that I had been
to the park regularly enough, combined to discourage people from paying me
any attention, and I moved towards my destination without hearing the
dreaded shouts of "Hey! It's Mr. Lambert!"

       The baseball diamonds were well kept, and the shed was in front of
the first diamond that I had walked upon. I didn't hear any sounds
directly, but I wanted to try and be covert in my actions. Luckily the
leaves on the ground of the grass were still soft, so no crunching betrayed
my approach. I made my way quickly and quietly to the front of the shed,
when I began to hear some slight moaning coming from behind the shed. The
shed door was open and I could tell there was a small glass window in the
back from which I could survey the entire baseball area. There were
bleachers directly behind the shed, and it was from those bleachers that I
could tell the moaning was coming from. I made my way slowly into the shed,
and got down on all fours to crawl towards the back from where I could then
see out the glass window. Again the slight, soft sounds of moans could be
heard, but they were barely above a whisper so I knew I would have to get
closer in order to actually make anything out. What I was confronted with,
took my breath away.

       Gideon, Hayden and Byron were all seated on the back row of the
bleachers, facing towards the shed with their feet thrown over the sides. I
couldn't begin to tell you why they were faced this way, facing towards the
shed, but I imagine they were all getting a small thrill out of facing
towards were people might be able to see them, but only if they had a pair
of binoculars. What they were doing was the reason for the moans, and was
again such a beautiful sight that I began to get hard immediately,
sprouting a tent in my UnderArmour running shorts.

       All three boys were shirtless, and to make the scene even sexier,
all three had pulled their shorts down around their ankles. From what I
could tell, Gideon and Hayden were wearing boxer briefs, but these were
also down around their ankles. Byron had apparently decided to go commando,
but whether he had been so all day or had decided to change when he got
home was a mystery to me. I was already hard, but got even more so, if that
was possible, by the thought that Byron had been sitting in my class the
whole day without a stitch of underwear on.

       As you might have guessed by now, all three were hard as rocks, and
the sight was glorious. Instead of giving each other blowjobs and tender
caresses as they had been doing on Friday, they were giving each other
handjobs. Hayden was sitting in the middle, with Byron to his left and
Gideon to his right. He was pulling on both of them, while both of them had
at least one hand on his member. With their free hands, Gideon and Byron
were playing with their nipples, balls and occasionally reaching over to
play with Hayden's balls but seemed to stay clear of his nipples. Perhaps
Hayden didn't get much out of nipple play, but that would be a question for
another day. This time, I was going to try and see if I could see a little
bit more of these three glorious angels, considering the view was slightly
better than the other day.

       All three were hairless, but their lengths and girths all seemed to
be different. Hayden was definitely the largest in both departments, but he
was still in the thralls of puberty. His dick was long but not reaching
towards adult sized, and the size was probably about the size of a glass
Coke bottle towards the opening. There appeared to be just a small patch of
hair above his dick, but it was fair in color if it was there, so I
couldn't make it out directly. Hayden's balls appeared to be the size of
some regular sized eggs, and were bouncing up and down in time with the
ministrations of his comrades. They appeared to be full and were slightly
close to his body which I took to mean that he was closer to achieving the
end result than the other two on his sides. His abs were once again
glistening in sweat, but this was probably due to the humidity and the
nature of their business here. Gideon's dick was a little bit shorter than
Hayden's and skinny as a birch tree switch. The workings of his friend
seemed to be working a special sort of magic on his dick because it
appeared to be covered in pre-cum that was dripping out of the head of his
dick like a leaky faucet. His balls hung a little lower than Hayden, and
appeared to be slightly larger than Hayden's as well. I figured that Hayden
was enjoying more of the attention to his dick because he was closer, and
while Gideon was enjoying the activity, it might take him a little while
longer to reach the ultimate satisfaction. Bryon however, was once again
proving to be the baby of the group. His dick, which I had not seen the
other day, appeared to be roughly 4 inches in length, and was also
hairless. It wasn't very fat, although his balls appeared to be the same
size as Gideon's, which put him ahead of Hayden in that department. All
three boys were stunningly beautiful, but something seemed fragile in Bryon
which kept me more interested in him than Hayden. All three were being very
tender to each other in the fact that they were pleasuring each other, and
again Byron and Gideon were making sure that Hayden was feeling as special
as they could make him. Every once in a while, someone would lean over and
place a full kiss onto someone else's lips. Naturally Gideon and Byron had
to reach a little bit more towards each other than towards Hayden, but this
logistical problem did not in any way dampen their ardor for one another.

       Although I was fully erect, there was no way I could take care of
myself without being noticed this time. I would have to remain on the floor
in order to avoid detection, and although my cock desperately wanted to be
freed from its cotton cage, there was nothing I could do about it.

       This beautiful sight continued in front of my uninterrupted for the
next ten minutes or so. Hayden was moving the speed of his ministrations up
a little bit as the time wore on, and Gideon and Byron responded by
increasing their speed on Hayden's hard member which looked it ached to be
released of its lovely fluid that would possibly have been building up
since Friday, but there was no real way to know if this was true or not. As
the time approached for the main event, the moaning became a little louder,
and there were a bit more "Oh fucks" than when they had started. Their feet
continued to dangle off the edge of the bleachers, and Hayden's flip flops
had fallen off his feet because his toes were pointed straight out. His
smooth legs with a slight dusting of hair were pointed out as well, and
seemed to be made of steel because they wouldn't move. Gideon had followed
suit by knocking his flip flops as well, but Byron was wearing his Osiris
shoes that he had been wearing this morning. All three were closing their
eyes as the moment approached, and it proved to be a truly majestic sight
that I was witness too. Byron was the first to go, but there was nothing to
show for him achieving his reward except the fact that his whole body began
to shake and he momentarily stopped working on Hayden's dick. When he
stopped, both Hayden and Gideon stopped as well in order to witness this
awe-inspiring moment in their friends life. Byron had obviously not matured
too much in the three days since Friday, because once again he achieved a
dry orgasm, but from the language that emanated out of his mouth, he wasn't
too terribly disappointed by this.

       Gideon was the next to go, and since Byron had reached his orgasm,
Hayden put both of his hands onto Gideon's dick in an attempt to increase
the pleasure his friend was feeling. Gideon's face scrunched up into a face
of pure pleasure, mixed with just a small amount of pain, but his face
showed that this pain was welcome and something he had been looking forward
too. He started panting, and his breath appeared to become more ragged. The
first jet of semen shot out of his dick with a force that I had not seen
since I was in high school, and the volley landed just slightly beneath his
chin. A further four shots came forth from this beautiful cannon on this
beautiful boy, but they had nowhere the same force or velocity of the first
shot, and instead landed on his tight stomach, somewhat pooling in his
belly button. He seemed relieved to have experienced such a proud orgasm as
he immediately looked over at Hayden and started kissing him with a passion
that I longed for with my whole being.

       While Hayden and Gideon were locked into a fight for control of each
other's mouth, Byron pulled up his shorts and hopped down placing him
directly in front of Hayden's dick. This majestic looking dick, which
appeared to be shimmering in the late summer evening with a small amount of
pre-cum, was immediately enveloped into the mouth of Byron who started
deep-throating Hayden immediately. While he was doing this, Byron also
placed his hands around the dick and started to jerk it a little when it
was completely consumed in his mouth, and with his free hands stared to
gentle jiggle the balls between Hayden's legs. Gideon was still kissing
Hayden with a fierce passion, but this only lasted about another minute
before Hayden broke free from the kiss. His face also contorted into one of
extreme pleasure, while I noticed that his chest, which was heaving as if
he had just finished a marathon, was slightly red in certain areas. He
screamed a soft scream, but loud enough that Gideon reached over and took
Hayden's tongue back into his mouth in an effort to keep him quiet. Byron
started to gag just a little bit, and I made the correct assumption that
Hayden has just shot his load into Byron's mouth. Bryon did an equally
surprising thing to me in the fact that the whole time that Hayden appeared
to be cumming, Byron kept his mouth on Hayden's cock and took the whole
load as if it were nectar from the god's. Once the orgasm was over, Byron
took Hayden's cock out of his mouth, made a swallowing sound, and proceeded
to clean Hayden's majestic dick with his mouth and tongue. Hayden just
looked down at his friend, and smiled at him with pure admiration.

       Gideon was the first to speak as he jumped down and pulled his
boxers and shorts back on, and while he gathered his flip flops. He started
to move towards a collection of bikes that I had not noticed till now.

       "Dude's that was amazing! First time ever in a public place, and its
here where we all met back in Little League! Man if we only knew what would
happen with our friendship back then, I would have gotten into your pants
sooner Hayden!"

       Hayden chuckled a little bit with his response "Yeah, and if you had
done that, Coach Mark would have kicked you off the team immediately! Bad
enough you couldn't swing for shit that first year, but then for you to be
kissing me during practice! Your ass would have been grass for sure!"

       Byron joined in "Yeah, but Mark was always an asshole to begin with,
he always said I wouldn't amount to anything! And where is he now? Oh yeah
that's right, they fired his ass for losing 17 straight games, and he's
working at the Best Buy for minimum wage my mom says! Fuck him! Hey, you
guys ready to head over to my house and play some Xbox?"

       Gideon responded first "Sure man, and then afterwards we can start
on that project for Senora Blankenhors class. Can't believe you and I have
to work with that stupid cunt Marissa. You gonna come over with us Hayden?
You can at least play Call of Duty with us before Marissa gets over to
Byron's house."

       "Sure, but you guys go ahead and head on over there. I gotta use the
bathroom here, and the restrooms are at the front of the park. You guys go
on ahead without me, and I'll catch up with you all in a bit. Hey Byron,
can you have your mom order us some takeout from Ming Gardens?"

       "Sure, fat-ass. We'll get you your usual, and see you when you get
your pussy ass to my house. You are gonna go down this time Hayden I
swear!"

       "Actually Byron, it seems that you mostly do the "going down",
Gideon said with a chuckle, as him and Byron departed.

       Hayden spent a minute pulling up his boxers and shorts, while
gathering his things. He went over and got a drink out of the water
fountain, and I saw that he made sure that Gideon and Byron were gone while
he was walking back towards the bleachers and the shed. My dick was still
aching for release, and I desperately wanted to get home and spill my seed
while thinking of this glorious scene that had just transpired before me. I
was praying Hayden would be quick to leave, when I heard his voice ring out
in the clear night air.

       "Coach if you are in the shed, you can come out now. The others are
gone, and I wanna talk to you about some things. If you aren't in there, I
guess I'm just crazy, but I'm going to come in there in a minute just to
check, so if you are hiding, there isn't any sense in it. I'm Athos by the
way."

				   *****

Well what shit has Michael Lambert gotten himself into now? Stay tuned for
Chapter 8, which will hopefully be written on Tuesday, and posted by
Wednesday. I hope you all are ready for this ride to get a little bit
sentimental.

On a more personal note, please remember that this is my first attempt at
writing for Nifty, and I'm going for a realistic approach. I received a
rather lengthy, hurtful e-mail this week saying my story wasn't very good
and that the boys needed to be bigger down there. Now while it has been a
while since I was in 8th grade and thus seen an 8th grade cock, I don't
think this readers statement that by that age all boys have hair, can shoot
buckets and are at least 7 inches if not more, was very realistic. So if
you don't think the Three Musketeers are realistic or attractive, don't'
read this story. I'm not trying to be a dick, but that e-mail was again
just a bit too much for me. I still appreciate all the kind words I've been
getting, and appreciate all the CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, so please, please
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