Detention

It was the spring of my senior year.  I'd already gotten a scholarship to play lacrosse at my first choice college in New England, and was ready for the last summer hanging with my buddies before we all headed off to different colleges in the fall.

One Friday morning, I woke up late and was racing to get into my first period class before the tardy bell rang.  But just as I was rounding a corner, I slammed into a cart the librarian was pushing down the hall, sending books, magazines and papers all over the place.  Not to mention, I'd probably have a massive bruise on my thigh the next morning.

The commotion caused the vice principal to come out of his office, and seeing the mess, and my tardiness, he immediately handed me a detention slip, my first one in my entire high school career if you can believe it.  I involuntarily let slip a "fuck" under my breath, which caused him to hand me a second slip, meaning I had to come in for Saturday detention.  I apologized and limped to my first period, annoyed that I would have to stay after school on a Friday for detention, when all I wanted to do was start partying with my boys.

After the final bell rang, I said goodbye to the guys and told them I'd meet up with them later.  I headed to the room at the end of the hall for detention and took a desk, being the first to show up.

About five minutes after the 3:00 pm start time, Coach Toussaint burst through the door, flustered at being late.  The coach had come to the school just a couple months earlier to take over the coaching position for the boys varsity soccer team.  The previous coach had left suddenly, and of course, a wide range of rumors had circulated as to why he'd been ousted so quickly.

Coach Toussaint, or Coach Jean as he goes by, was a 25 year old who had played soccer at a D1 university.  This was his first teaching gig, so for classes, they had stuck him with freshman social studies and geography, something an average person on the street could teach.  As is probably obvious from the name, he is French, with a heavy accent, and all the girls in the school can't stop talking about how hot he is and how sexy they find his accent.  Naturally, all of us guys weren't the biggest fan, and are a bit tired of hearing how all the girls wish the rest of us guys were as sophisticated  as Coach Jean.  Meanwhile, we didn't understand why he wore such tight pants and had such carefully manicured dark brown hair.

I rolled my eyes when I realized I'd have to spend an hour and a half with this douche bag.

"Uh, you must be Brian," he said with his French accent, sitting down at the desk and dropping his satchel on the floor.

"Yup," I mumbled.

"I don't know what you did, but the detention list was blank this morning, so I thought I'd be free, but then they told me just now that I had to stay."

"Believe me.  I want to be here as much as you."

"So, what'd you do?"

"I knocked over a cart and then said 'fuck' in front of vice principal Higgins," I said.

He laughed.  "Nice one.  That guy's a dick."

I looked at him, surprised.

"And if you tell anyone I said that, I will deny it, and you'll be sitting here next week, and it's that bitch Ms. Appleseed who's on detention duty next week."

I wasn't used to teachers talking like that, but most of the other teachers aren't 25.  I smiled, and make a "lips sealed" motion with my hand.  Maybe this guy wasn't half bad.

"You are on the lacrosse team, no?" he asked.

"Yeah," I responded.

"I thought I had seen you practicing.  You're pretty good."

"Uh, thanks, I guess."

"It's a shame you all didn't have a decent soccer coach before.  I think you would have had more potential on the soccer field.  You have strong legs," he said.

"Thanks...I guess...but I'm good.  I'm already set with a scholarship for next year."

"Congrats.  That's great."

He then pulled out his phone and we sat in silence for a bit.

"Shit.  You have detention tomorrow too?"

"Yeah.  That was the 'fuck' part I mentioned."

He made a face.  "Listen.  I wasn't expecting to have to be here now or tomorrow.  No offense, but I'm here with you little shits all week, so I was hoping to not have to extend that on a Friday afternoon and into the weekend.  I was gonna go work out, and then I have a date tonight."

I laughed a little at his candidness.  "Listen, man.  I don't want to be here either."

He paused for a little bit and then looked over at me.  "Alright, how about this?  My apartment complex is just a couple blocks away and has a great gym.  How about we skip this shit and go get in a workout now.  We can meet here tomorrow, check in, and then get in another workout, and I'll sign both your slips.  Win-win.  What do you say?"

"Um, yeah.  I'd much rather work out that sit here and stare at the wall.  But my workout gear is down in my locker at the field house."

"Don't worry, you can borrow mine.  If we go down to the locker room, they'll see you and it'll be my ass for letting you out. Come on," he said.

I was starting to like this guy's approach to bucking authority.  Maybe he wasn't such a dick after all.

I followed him out of the room and down the hall.  I started walking toward my car, but he motioned for me to hop into his open air Jeep.  I threw my backpack in the back seat and hopped in.  I barely had the door shut as he started speeding off to his apartment complex down the street.

He parked in the garage and we took the elevator up to his floor.  His small apartment looked like a typical bachelor pad, with just a couple pieces of furniture and a TV, and smelled like a locker room.

"Here, I've got some gear you can borrow," he said, as I followed him into his bedroom.

He opened a drawer and pulled out a tank top and some seemingly skimpy 5-inch shorts that he tossed to me.  He started unbuttoning his oxford shirt, and as he pulled it off, I noticed he had a pretty jacked upper body, with just a light coating of hair across his pecs and abs, with defined obliques leading down to his crotch.  He dropped his khaki pants, revealing that he hadn't been wearing any underwear under them.

I couldn't help but take a glance at his pretty large uncut cock that flopped out before he pulled on some red compression shorts, which strained against his large soccer player quads.

"You need a jock or compression shorts?" he asked, as he was tucking his dick in his.

"Uh, a jock would be good if you have one," I said, not wanting to get my boxer briefs all sweaty for later.

He turned to fish one out of his drawer, his perky ass, straining against the compression shorts, now facing me.  I tried not to stare.

"Here you go, buddy," he said, tossing me a black jock strap.  He watched as I dropped my boxer briefs and pulled up the jock over my dick and balls.

Although I was pretty sure it wasn't proper protocol for me to be getting undressed in a teacher's apartment, Coach Jean was turning out to be a cooler guy than I had expected.

"So, you got a girl that takes care of that regularly?" he asked, nodding to my crotch as I finished tucking my dick in and pulled up the short gym shorts.

"Nah, not at the moment," I said. "I had a girlfriend earlier this year, but with practice, and going off to different colleges and all, it didn't work out."

"I hear yah, man," he said.  "Me neither."

"I thought you said you had a date later tonight," I said, pulling on the tight tank top he'd lent me.  While it definitely showed off my pecs, it barely covered my nipples, so I felt a little strange wearing something so revealing in front of a teacher.

"Oh that's just a buddy I mess around with every so often.  We probably won't even make it out," he said, nonchalantly.  "Come on, let's go up to the gym," he said, walking past me pulling his own tank top over his head.

Still trying to process what he'd just said, at least what I thought he'd said, I followed him to the elevator and then up to the gym floor, which was at the top of the building.  

Walking in, I was actually very surprised at how nice the gym was.  It was like a brand new Equinox gym with modern lighting, brand new equipment and loud music playing.  With the building being so new and hardly rented out, we had the entire place to ourselves.  The teenager manning the front desk didn't even look up from his phone to question whether we both lived in the building.

The workout with Coach Jean was actually great.  We did a mix of HIIT and strength training for legs.  He had some good advice and exercises that I hadn't done with the lacrosse team program, so I enjoyed the challenge and the additional pointers.  He also gave me some good tips on being a new freshman on a college team.  I had to admit, I was actually enjoying hanging out with the guy. Plus, it was MUCH better than sitting in a classroom staring at the wall.

We both pushed each other pretty hard, which was good.  I think he was also trying to show off and keep up with me being a younger guy.  We both ended up drenched in sweat and worn out by the end of the workout. 

"You've got to see the spa they have here," he said after we decided to call it quits and made our way to the locker room.  As soon as the we cleared the door to the men's locker room, he pulled off his sweaty tank top and draped it over his shoulder, sweat still dripping down his muscular torso.

We both headed to the urinals to take a leak.  As we were pissing, he looked over at me.  "Well, your hour and a half detention is officially over, but if you wanna rinse off and relax in the steam room with me, you're welcome."

I turned to him, trying not to stare directly at his dick, although I could still make it out in my peripheral vision.  "Sure, man.  If you don't mind some company.  I'm having a good time."

"Nice," he said, smiling widely.  He shook the last drops out of his dick and then turned to walk out, slapping me lightly on the ass as he crossed behind me.

I finished up and then then made my way back to the lockers.  As I approached, I paused.  Coach Jean was standing at his locker, now fully naked and visible from the side.  From this view, I could see his perfectly round smooth ass set atop his muscular hairy soccer legs.  And on his front side, his large uncut cock, jutting out from his body before draping down.  It had to be at least seven inches soft.  I noticed his low hanging ballsack was shaved.

He reached down to scratch his nuts while reading something on his phone, chuckling silently as he read whatever message had come in.

Without warning he turned to look over at me.  "You checking me out, Brian?"

"Fuck off, man.  It's not that good," I joked, trying to cover up that I was kind of checking him out.

He laughed it off and turned to me, not attempting to cover up at all, and tossed me a towel.  "Showers are that way," he said, walking away, giving me another chance to check out his perfectly sculpted ass and legs.

I physically shook my head, trying to snap myself out of it.  I shouldn't be checking out one of the coaches at the school.  I was totally into girls, but once before, when I was a sophomore, I had my one and only sexual experience with another guy.  It was my best friend's older brother, then a junior in college who was back home for spring break.  I had walked in the bathroom to take a shower while he was shaving.  He told me to go ahead, and after stripping in front of him, one thing led to another and I ended up blowing him, and then he fucked me in the shower.  I never told anyone, especially my friend.  Since then, I'd never really been drawn to another guy.  But I was afraid that Coach Jean was drumming up the same carnal attraction I'd experienced before.

I shed my sweaty workout clothes and wrapped my towel around me and headed toward the shower area.  It was a wide open room with shower stands scattered around the room with no stalls or curtains, almost like a fancy version of a prison shower room.  Coach Jean was standing under a steaming hot stream of water in the center of the room, running his hands through his hair, as soap suds ran down his muscular body.   

He saw me and smiled, motioning me to come over.  I hung my towel on a hook on the wall and made my way over to the other side of his shower pole.  I thought I saw him looking me up and down as I walked over toward him.

I turned on my shower, facing him, testing the water temperature with my hand.

"Good workout today, man.  I can see how you got that scholarship, with that build and dedication," he said, again glancing down at my naked body.

"Thanks, man.  Pretty rare to see a coach that can actually do the exercises he's laying down," I joked.

He laughed, continuing to soap up his muscular chest, his hands slowly moving down to start soaping up his crotch.  I tried not to be too obvious glancing down at him, but I think he caught me a couple times.

I was surprised that we still had not seen one other person in the locker room.

After we both rinsed off, he led me to the jacuzzi area, a room shaped like an octagon with a large circular whirlpool in the middle.  He turned the dial on the wall, causing the jets and bubbles to turn on.

I didn't hesitate to get in, easing myself down the stairs to acclimate to the boiling hot water.  I slowly lowered my body into the water to my shoulders and sat on the underwater bench, leaning back against the wall, with a jet shooting right into my lower back.  I closed my eyes for a minute, exhaling as the hot water relaxed my body, just what I needed after a tough workout.

When I opened my eyes, on the opposite side of the jacuzzi was Coach Jean, sitting on the edge, his calves dangling in the water.  His legs were spread, giving me a direct view of his dick resting on his sack.  He was leaning back on his arms, causing his abs to flex along with his triceps.  The guy couldn't have been any hotter.  I didn't know where to look.  I had, up until that point, avoided popping a woody, but was now helpless.  Fortunately, it was hidden under the water.

"You ok, man?" he said, looking over at me.

"Yeah.  The water feels good, man," I mumbled, my eyes darting from various parts of his body, each of them causing my dick to get harder by the second.

Just then, I head a voice coming from outside the area.

"Hey, Jean! I'm gonna lock the doors and take off early.  You mind turning off the lights when you guys are done?  Take your time."  It was the teen from the front desk.

"Sure, Ricky.  Have a good one.  See you tomorrow," Coach Jean yelled back.  He turned to me.  "They close early on Fridays when nobody comes in."  I nodded back.  "You wanna hit the steam room?"

Before I could respond, he was getting up from the edge of the jacuzzi, turning as he bent up, giving me a slight view of his crack as he stood up.  He walked over to the table that had lemon water and poured two cups for us, turning to see if I was following him.

I slowly stepped out of the water, cursing myself for having such a major boner.  I looked around for a towel to cover it up with, but none was in sight.  Coach walked over to me and handed me my water, glancing down at my dick, sticking straight up at a 45 degree angle, and smiling.  

"I get horny as fuck after working out too, man.  You must have found a good jet," he laughed, patting me on the back, and guiding me toward the glass door to the steam room.  I was relieved at how he reacted, but that didn't do anything to soften my cock.

I grabbed a towel from outside the steam room and walked into the large steamy room. I made my way to one of the benches along the wall, and wrapped the towel around me before sitting down, trying to conceal my hard dick.  

Coach Jean put down at towel on the bench and plopped down right next to me, spread eagle, our knees touching.

"You don't need to cover that up just for me, man," he said, nodding down to my crotch.  "Just us guys here."  He reached down and gave his dick a slight tug.  Through the steam, it looked like it was slightly larger than before, but I couldn't tell for sure.

I reluctantly pulled the towel off my waist, my hard dick springing up.  I tried to change the focus and start a conversation, although the touch of his skin against my knee was hard to ignore.

"So, how do you like coaching at the high school?" I asked.  I immediately regretted asking such a dumb question.  

"Honestly?"

"Yeah, man, I mean, coach."

"You can call me whatever, buddy.  To be honest, it's a bit different than I expected.  Nothing against the other coaches, but they're all a bunch of overweight old fucks who don't know what they're doing.  And all these horny teenage girls keep throwing themselves at me, so I have to watch everything I do to avoid one of the other teachers accusing me of something inappropriate.  And I can't really be buddies with my players.  So, I don't really get to work out and hang with a fellow jock like this much.  Although I'd probably get fired for sitting here naked with you in a steam room."

"Shit, I never thought of what it'd be like to be a younger coach like that.  It's been fun hanging with you too.  But don't worry, man.  I'm not gonna say anything.  All my boys hate you anyways."

"Oh yeah, why's that?" he turned to me, genuinely surprised.

I chuckled.  "Well, it kinda relates to what you said earlier, about the girls...It's kinda stupid if you think about it."  

"I don't understand," he said, looking at me intently.

"Well, you're new at the school, and then you walk around in those tight pants, with that ass, and then with that accent, well, that's all the girls keep talking about, and so all the guys kind of hate you, but, you know, that's before they even know you.  It's just jealously.  I mean, I kinda did too, but now that I've hung with you, you're pretty cool," I rambled on, trying to read his face.

He looked at me intently.  "So, everyone thinks I have a nice ass?" he asked.

I laughed.  "That's what you focused on in all of that?  I forgot to mention that everyone also says you're cocky, so I guess that part's right," I said, joking with him.

He looked down at my dick, still sticking straight up.  "If you wanna do something about that, don't mind me."

"Hmm, maybe I'll go douse myself with cold water," I said, getting up to go over to the shower head, my hard cock flopping from side to side as I walked over and pulled the lever, releasing a downpour of ice cold water from the large rain shower head above.  The cold water hit my sweating hot body, running down my chest and across my dick.  Unfortunately, the cold water just ended up making my dick even harder.

I was leaning my head back, eyes closed, letting the water spray down on my face when I felt Coach Jean's hands touch my back.  He then stepped closer to me, pressing his naked body into my back.  I could feel his warm muscular chest pressed against me, his hands sliding around to my chest and slowly moving down my abs.

"Mind if I join you?"

I was so surprised, I could only utter a "Um...sure...."

His hands reached down until one fully wrapped around my throbbing cock and the other cupped my balls.  I almost shot my load right then feeling another hand on my dick.  It had been a while.  I felt his now semi-erect cock pressing into my ass, as he started kissing my neck, sending shivers down my body.

He spun me around, our eyes meeting.  He leaned in and our lips met, the water cascading across our faces and down our bodies pressed up against each other.  I hadn't realized how big and soft his lips were until they met mine, our tongues darting into each other's mouths.  I moaned as he continued to stroke my dick with one hand, his other on the back of my head pulling me into his sensual kiss.

I placed my hands on his muscular chest, feeling the softness of his skin and the firmness of his muscular pecs.  I slowly moved my hand down, wanting to feel his dick.  When I finally wrapped my hand around it, I was surprised by his girth, and the length was even larger than before, and growing, as he continued to get harder and harder.

He looked down at me fondling him then back up, grinning.  "You've been checking me out since we changed in my apartment.  If I didn't make a move, we'd been sweating it out in here all night," he said, our dicks touching as we stroked each other.

"Sorry, I guess I'm a little shy," I said.

"Somehow I don't believe that," he replied, kissing me again and then guiding me back over to the bench, sitting me down while he stood in front of me.  Even through the steam, I could make out every inch of his jock body, and his massive thick cock pointing right at me.  Now fully hard, it had to be at least nine inches.

I leaned forward until my lips made contact with his cock.  I opened my lips, taking his head into my mouth, my tongue darting in and around his head and foreskin.  I could already taste the silky precum starting to leak out of his hole.  As it hit my tongue, it made my dick even harder.

"Fuck yeah, suck it!" he commanded me, grabbing my head and pulling my mouth further onto his cock.  He was much bigger than the only other dick I had sucked, and it strained my jaw as it continued to slide further toward my throat.  But hearing him moan with pleasure gave me the motivation to continue taking more of his dick.

I reached around him, planting my hands on his firm ass, now covered in sweat from the steam.  I could feel him flex his glutes as he pushed into my mouth, then pulling out a couple inches, then pushing in further.  A couple times I started to gag.  He paused for a second until I recovered, and then resumed his slow fucking of my mouth.

After I got more comfortable with it, I encouraged him to pick up the pace by pulling him toward me from his ass.  

"Fuck yeah, buddy, you want more of this coach's cock, huh?" he teased me, as his hips started thrusting faster into my face, his low hanging balls smacking against my chin.

He then pulled out, and stared down at me. As I looked up him, my mouth open, he smacked his rock hard cock against the side of my face.

"You want this dick, don't you?"

I nodded, sticking my tongue out, wanting him to reinsert it.

"Get up on your knees, facing that way," he instructed me.  I got up on the bench, facing away from him, my arms resting on the second level of benches, my ass sticking out toward him.

"Fuck yeah, that jock ass is so hot!"

"You like that, Coach?" I teased him, jiggling my muscular ass in front of him.  He reached out and grabbed my cheeks and then smacked it.

"Fuck yeah, you hot little jock stud!"

I then felt a new sensation as he bent down, spread my cheeks and started teasing my hole with his tongue.  I gasped in pleasure, only able to mutter out an "Ohhhh fuuuuuck!" which echoed around the tiled steam room.

As Coach Jean continued to tongue my hole, he reached down and grabbed my dick, almost causing me to shoot my load.  Pulling it back, he ran his tongue from the tip of my cock, all along the underside, up my balls, across my taint and ending the pleasure trail with his firm tongue penetrating my pulsing man hole.

Still in ecstasy from that sensation, I felt the tip of his dick rubbing against my hole, his hands now firmly planted along my waist, pulling me back into him. He spit on my hole, rubbing his saliva around my hole with his thumb before pressing his cock head into me.  At first, my reaction was to clinch up, resisting him.  But I took a deep breath, letting him slowly slide into me.  It started with a mix of pain and pleasure, at first more pain, then giving way to absolute bliss as he stretched my hole inch by inch.

I bit on the towel as he continued to press into me.  "Fuck, kid, this ass is so damn tight!" he exclaimed.  After he was about half way in, he pulled out slightly before pressing back in, this time gaining momentum until his cock was all the way buried inside me, his large mushroom head pressing against my prostate as he filled me up with his manhood.

"Fuck yeah, you ready for this!?"

Before I could answer, he was pulling out of me and pushing back in, each time picking up the pace and the intensity, his strong hands taking total control of my ass.  Before long, he was slamming his muscular body into my ass, pounding me like the boys I sometimes watch in pornos.

"Fuck me!  Yeah!" I encouraged him between my gasps and moans of pleasure as he completely dominated my ass, the rhythmic slapping of his waste against my ass filling the room.

"Flip over," he commanded me, pulling completely out of my ass and stepping back.  

I turned on my back, lifting my legs up and positioning my ass, ready to take his impressive cock some more.  He grabbed me by the ankles and maneuvered his cock into my hole hands free, picking up the pace that he had built up before.

Now having a full view of him, I gawked at his muscular torso, now covered in sweat from the steam, and it seemed like every muscle in his body was fully flexing as he mounted me.  He locked eyes with me as his dick continued to penetrated me with such great force, now using his body weight to fuck me even harder.

"Pound me, Coach!" I said, biting my lip as my whole body shook with each thrust of his cock inside me.

And then I saw it in his face.  He started thrusting even faster, and soon I felt his cock throbbing inside me.  I immediately knew he was shooting his load in me as he let out loud primal moans of pleasure.

As he held his dick deep inside me, still cumming, he reached down at wrapped his hand around my cock.  It only took about a stroke and a half before my dick erupted with streams of cum shooting across my chest and stomach.  "Ohhhhh fuuuuuckkkkk!" I yelled, the pleasure of his cock still inside me while I shot almost causing me to black out.

Coach Jean grinned at the amount of cum I was shooting, and reached down to swipe up some of my load, lifting it to his mouth to lick off his fingers.  He savored the taste of my boy juice, and I could feel it made his cock twitch, still deep inside me.  He smiled, leaning down to kiss me, the taste of my own cum still on his tongue, his body pressing against me, our sweat mixing with my jizz.

After kissing for a couple minutes, he slowly pulled out of me, once again causing me to gasp.  He then surprised me by getting on his knees and starting to lick my hole, capturing his load starting to ooze out.

I immediately got hard again as he lapped up his own load out of my ass.  He noticed, and started stroking me while he devoured my ass.  It didn't take long before I was shooting another decent sized load.  As soon as I started cumming, he wrapped his lips around my head, catching the rest of my load directly into his mouth.

When I finished shooting, he smiled at me again and then leaned over me for another kiss, letting my load, mixed with his he had captured from my ass, drip down from his mouth onto my tongue before his tongue met mine, our loads filling both our mouths as sweat dripped off his face down onto mine.

He didn't seem to be in any rush to disconnect from me, and neither was I.  I was in heaven being in this state of total connection with this stud, our bodies, and our loads, becoming one.

He eventually separated from my mouth and collapsed next to me.

"Fuck, Brian.  That was pretty fucking hot sex," he said, still catching his breath.

"You're telling me, Coach!"

"Seeing you play on the field, I wouldn't have pegged you for a power bottom, but that is for sure the position you were made for," he joked, patting me on my chest.

I chuckled.  "Thanks...I guess?...That was my second cock, so I guess that makes me a pro now?"

He seemed surprised.  "Seriously? I'm only the second guy you've gotten fucked by?"

"Yeah.  I'm usually only into girls, but something about you, and that cock," I joked, reaching over to grab his still semi-hard cock.

"Well, remember, you still have detention tomorrow, so I guess I'll be your third too," he joked back.  "But, we better hit the showers, sport."

We both got up and made our way out of the steam room heading to the shower area.  Coach wrapped his arm around my waist, his hand half on my ass as we walked together, my body dripping with sweat and cum.

We showered next to each other, each of us not being shy about reaching out to grope the other or steal another passionate kiss.  Something about him just created this magnetic masculine attraction to him.  And it seemed, at least to me, that he was feeling the same way.

After showering, we dried off and went back to the locker area to put our gym clothes back on.  As I was about to pull on the still sweaty jock I'd worn earlier, he stopped me.  

Tossing me his sweaty compression shorts, he said,  "Here, wear these.  Let's swap."  I paused for a second, but then tossed him my jock, which he pulled up to his face and sniffed before proceeding to pull it on.  I watched as he tucked his dick, still impressive in its soft form, into the pouch, before I pulled his sweaty compression shorts on.  It was starting to seem like he had a kinky side to him.

We then headed back down to his apartment.  As soon as the door was closed, he pressed me against the wall, kissing me passionately on the mouth and neck, his hands moving down my body until he was clenching my ass as I grinned into him, my hand reaching down to grab his cock through his shorts.

"Already ready for another round?" I asked, squeezing it.

"Um, unfortunately, I can't.  I, uh.  That date I mentioned.  He'll be here soon, so ok if we pick it back up tomorrow?  You know, your second detention?"

"Uh, sure, man.  No problem," I said, a bit stunned that he was about to go on a date with another guy after all that, but I understood.  I grabbed my bag and he gave me a big bear hug with a small peck on the neck before I headed out, still wearing his gym clothes I'd borrowed.

I made my way down to the elevator, still replaying what had just happened in my head.  And when the elevator door opened I bumped into the large guy coming out.  

As the door started closing, I looked back at the guy, realizing I thought I recognized him.  He must have had the same reaction, as he looked back at me as he made his way down the hall.  Seeing his face, I immediately knew who he was.  It was TJ Price, senior all-state quarterback of the football team.  

To be continued.....

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