As told by Jordan: 

Before the next class I purchased a bunch of small, two-ounce bottles and Adam helped me fill them with olive oil. I also bought a large pump bottle and filled it with olive oil.

First thing I noticed when I walked out of my office was that only three boys had anything on.  Yeah, they were coming around, I thought, smiling inside. I set the bag of small bottles on the bench and told the boys to help themselves. 

“Wow! Thanks, Coach,” Billie Masters said, smiling broadly. 

“There’s a pump bottle in my office for refills,” I said.  

“Now, the big question of the day is….how many of you have had sexual intercourse with a girl?”   

I loved the surprise on their faces when I sprung these questions on them. Three senior boys’ hands went up, two juniors, and I was surprised to see one freshman raise his hand. Others were obviously surprised as well, and equally so at the hands that did not go up. 

“Okay, this is a perfect example of why we have the Vegas rule,” I said. “You can respond to my questions without reservation; nobody’s going to go blab your secrets. By the way if I hear even a rumor that somebody’s spread it around that Chris or Brent or anybody else is or is not a virgin, I will shut down this class in a heartbeat, we will go back to the health classes and your grades will be dropped.” I queried one by one those who raised their hands.  “Did you use condoms?”  

Oakley volunteered that he did.

Chris Carter said he did, sometimes. 

“Why just sometimes?” 

He shrugged. “It just works out that way.” 

“No, it does not work out that way.  You cause it to happen.” 

“Okay, sometimes things get so intense, it clouds my thinking. Other times I just don’t bother. Sometimes I let the girl take care of it.” 

“It clouds your thinking? Could it be you don’t like using condoms?”  

“I hate condoms.” 

“I wonder how much you’d like getting some kind of STD. As for letting the girl take care of it….think about that.  You’re a goodlooking guy, great body, a jock, probably great in bed. You never thought that some girl might want to nail you for a husband and daddy to her children? Did you know that professional athletes are counciled to never have sex without a condom, and to always take the condom off and keep it to prevent their semen from falling into the hands of some woman just dying to collect big bucks for child support?” 

“I’m hardly a professional athlete,” he said, rather sheepishly. 

“Same thing on a different scale. I wanta ask you guys something else. Where do you get your condoms?” I got a variety of replies, from “I buy ‘em” to “I get ‘em from my brother,” to the most surprising one from the freshman. He said his dad gave it to him. So be it. He was very mature physically but he was still way too young to be having sex. 

And the classic; “I borrow them from my dad” from one of the seniors. 

“You borrow them from your dad? Do you wash them out and give them back? Does your dad know you’re borrowing his condoms?” 

“No, and no,” he said, laughing. 

“You borrow a shovel, you don’t borrow condoms.  And let me guess, you borrow them out of his top dresser drawer.” 

“He keeps them in his nightstand.” 

“You’re old enough to buy your own condoms; stop borrowing them from your dad,” I said sternly, then I let it go and moved on. I asked the senior virgin why he was still a virgin.   

“I just never found the right girl that I wanted to have sex with.” 

Oakley said, “Dude, there is no right girl when it comes to getting laid. It’s a pussy, created for our enjoyment.” 

“I don’t feel that way. I think with my brain, not my balls. Anyway, what’s the rush? MY cock’s not gonna fall off or anything.” 

I turned to the younger boys and got blank looks, shrugs and a variety of reasons why they were still virgins.  We managed to bring it out that it boiled down mostly to fear. Then I focused on the boy whose dad had provided him with the condom. 

“Your father must have sensed that you were getting pretty tight with your girlfriend,” I said. 

“No, actually it was the neighbor woman,” he said. 

“Whoa!” 

“Holy Shit” 

“Way to go, man.” 

And a few other remarks. 

“So, you had sexual intercourse with an adult woman,” I said. 

“She was probably thirty five, old enough to be my mom,” he said. 

“Excuse me, coach,” J.D. said, waving his hand. “You said we wouldn’t be using any clinical terms but you’ve called it sexual intercourse several times and used the term semen.” 

“I stand corrected,” I said with great humility.  “So, you fucked the neighbor woman, with your dad’s knowledge and approval.” 

“I don’t know if he knew when it happened or if he approved but he was afraid it might happen.  You see, I was cutting her grass for her and I always wore my PE shorts and she always brought out a cold drink and stood and watched me drink it and she would make comments about how cute I was and what a nice body I had.” 

“Where’d it happen?” Chris asked. 

“In her garage, when I was putting away the lawnmower.” 

I had not intended for the conversation to swerve off in that direction but I temporarily gave up control of my class. 

“How long did you fuck her?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“Did you fuck her again?” Oakley asked. 

“Yes, when my hardon didn’t go down.” 

“Was your dad home; like did he know you were fucking the neighbor lady in her garage?” 

“He was home but I don’t think he knew what we were doing.” 

“Did you make her scream?” Oakley again.  

I appreciated that he was really keeping the thing alive but we were getting off subject. 

“She didn’t scream but she moaned a lot.” 

“Did you do it on the workbench?” 

“No, on tailgate of her husband’s pickup.” 

Finally I put a stop to it. “Okay, guys, that’s enough. The important thing here is that he used a condom.” 

“The important thing is, he got laid!” 

“Did he use the same condom both times?” 

“I bet he wouldn’t have used one at all if his dad hadn’t given it to him.” 

“Let’s get back on the subject of virginity.  I’m speaking to both the non-virgins and virgins. It is generally accepted that one loses his virginity by fucking a girl.  Or a neighbor woman, as the case may be. Is there any other first time experience where you think you might have given up some part of your virginity? Like your first French kiss, or getting to third base for the first time; something short of fucking a girl?” 

“I never thought about it like that but I guess you do lose your virginity a little bit at a time till the big one comes along.” 

I saw Chris smiling and I nodded for him to speak. 

“I always thought I lost my virginity in a way when I got my first blowjob.” 

“Wow! You got a blowjob?” 

“When did that happen?” 

“How old were you?” 

“How’d you ever get a girl to do that for you?” 

“Actually it wasn’t a girl; it was a guy.” 

I threw up my hands in a helpless gesture.  “Okay, I’m going to relinquish control of my class again for exactly five minutes for Chris to tell us what happened.” 

“I was on the team bus last year at my old school. We were coming back from a football game. It was late at night and the inside lights were turned way down and a lot of guys were sleeping.  I was sitting about half way to the back and I noticed guys getting up and going to the back of the bus.  I was a new guy. One of the other players stopped at my seat and leaned down and told me that so-and-so was giving blowjobs in the back of the bus if I wanted one. I was sort of nervous and scared but I got up and went back because so many others were. Sure enough, there was this other player laying in the seat and a guy standing at his shoulder feeding him his cock. I don’t know how many guys he’d sucked off by that time but it reeked back there because as I found out, he was spitting out their loads on the floor.  When it came my turn somebody told me to be careful and not slip.  I undid my football pants and the guy grabbed my jockstrap and pulled the cup out and put it over his nose and mouth and breathed in and out real hard. The he handed my cup back to me and pulled my jock down in front and literally devoured my cock. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.  I never felt anything like it in my life.  I think I definitely gave up some of my virginity that night.” 

There wasn’t a deluge of questions like before. Just one. 

“So everybody got sucked off after every away game?” 

“No. It was apparently a tradition but the bus driver got pissed about the mess it left in his bus and he put a stop to it.” 

He’d barely finished when the bell rang. 

I wanted to get around to condoms in more detail but I first needed to delve more deeply into the physical and rudiments of sex.  That had to include the female anatomy. I had first-hand knowledge of the female anatomy but how to present it to a bunch of boys was another matter.  It would have been ideal to have a live model but lacking that, I did the next best thing. I bought a half dozen girlie magazines.

As I was handing them out, I issued a stern warning for them to keep their mouths shut and added “upon pain of death.”  Then I did my best to explain the difference between boys and girls.  The very explicit photos in the magazines were a great help, especially when it came to explaining a girl’s clit and its purpose in the scheme of great sex. The boys were intrigued. 

“That tiny little thing causes all that excitement?” one boy said. 

“Wow, it’s hard to believe a little slit like that opens up to take a big, hard cock,” another said. 

“That little slit opens up to birth a baby,” I reminded them. 

I devoted the next class to condoms. I had not decided how I would present the subject except that I was not going to demonstrate using cucumbers.  I went to Walmart and picked out a variety of three-packs of Trojans to pass around; plain, lubricated and reservoir tips. I was about to move on from the display when I had another idea. I took more time to study the display and ended up with enough condoms for a platoon for a weekend, along with a half dozen samples of lube.  Then I went to the produce section and bought two cucumbers. I checked out at two different aisles.

Preparing for class I opened all the packages, tore the condom packets apart and put them in a football helmet, along with the lube. When the boys came in from PE class I told them to go ahead and shower but not to get dressed. When they were assembled in the locker room I took a seat astraddle the end of one of the benches.  I asked for questions but got none.  I thought because they’d seen the helmet covered with a towel and they didn’t want to delay the class. 

“Today we’re going to continue with condoms,” I said as I removed the towel and removed the two cucumbers.  “First we will get this ridiculous prop out of the way.”  I held the cucumbers up and told them to pass them around till they got back to me. “I have no idea who came up with the idiotic idea of using cucumbers to demonstrate how to put on a condom.  I can’t think of any plausible reason for putting a condom on a cucumber. Cucumbers are for salads,” I said as I tossed them in the trash can. Then I picked up the helmet. 

“Pass this around and pick out a condom.” 

While they were doing that I spread out samples of each of the varieties of condoms on the bench in front of me.

“There are two reasons to wear a condom; to prevent pregnancy and to prevent STDs….sexually transmitted disease. Having said that, know that condoms are not foolproof.  It wasn’t always so but these days condoms come in basically three sizes; regular, large and Xtra-large. There is also a snugger fit condom. There are variations in size by manufacturer; longer, wider, snug at the base, extra head room.   When you start buying condoms don’t let your ego get in the way. It might be tempting to toss a package of extra-large condoms at the checkout but if you can’t fill ‘em out, you’ve wasted your money and put yourself in jeopardy. These are all regular size condoms. I want you to take them home and try them on in the privacy of your room. We are going to demonstrate but it’s not going to be a group event. You can help yourselves to the lubricants too; that’s mainly for the boys having trouble with dryness or tight foreskin.” 

I’d tapped Oakley to demonstrate since I knew he had considerable experience with condoms. I had already talked to him but I made it look like I was approaching him cold.  I asked him if he would consent to demonstrating the proper way to put on a condom.  They were surprised but Oakley jumped right to it. He was already half hard and he stood up, proud to display his oversized manhood.  He ripped the condom open with his teeth and set it atop the head of his cock. Then he rolled it down, giving it a little tug as it rolled over the wide head.   

“Give it a little tug here so it don’t stretch too tight and rip open,” he said, then he rolled it the rest of the way down the shaft.

It was beyond heart warming to see the other younger boys watching so intently.  Okay, it was downright erotic but that’s beside the point. I wondered what my chances were of getting fired if anyone knew how I was teaching sex ed.  I kept telling myself, it’s sex ed.

Oakley added his own personal touch as he was struggling to get the condom off of his very erect cock. “If anybody has any problem, come let me know and I’ll help you out.”

The condom class was successful beyond my expectations.  I even let the boys wear the condoms out of class, cautioning them to dispose of them properly. 

“And do not flush them down the toilette!!  Oh, and one other thing I forgot to mention.  Don’t ever use oil-based lubricant, like Vaseline, on a condom.  It will destroy the condom.”

As told by Jordan: 

I would be lying if I said that teaching the class to these young, horny boys didn’t keep me as anxious as my students for the next class. And I would be lying if I didn’t admit that there were dozens of scenarios bouncing around in my head about how I could get something started with certain boys. I even fantasized about the class turning into an orgy.

Happily, I got my secret wish and realized part of my fantasy without my own doing.  Chris Carter came up to me in the hallway between classes one day and asked if he could talk to me about something, in private.  Of course.  I told him to come to my office after school but he would have to give me time to get down there.  There always seemed to be so many loose ends to tend to at the end of every day, and I wanted the locker room to clear out. He said to take my time, he would work out while he waited. It was a good hour before I made it down to my office. I bolted the locker room door when I went in so we would not be interrupted.  

“Chris, are you down here?” I called out.  

“Yeah, be right there, Coach.” 

He came out of the weight room wearing just his PE shorts. His chest gleamed with sweat and the crotch of his shorts was dark from sweat. He preceded me into my office and sat on the couch. The way he sat was so sexy I had to fight to keep my eyes at least at his chest level.

“So what’s up?” I asked as I went around and sat behind my desk. 

“I know our sex ed classes are wide open and private but this is something I couldn’t bring up in front of the other guys.” 

“Alright,” I said with a nod and a quick glance into the V of his thighs. 

He shifted his legs, with the left one laid across his right knee and I saw his fingers dig into the leather arm of the old couch. 

“You’ve never addressed the subject of homosexuality and I wonder if you’re going to do that.” 

“Do you think I should?” 

“I think a lot of the boys would benefit from it.” 

“Well, I’ve had good intentions but honestly, Chris, I haven’t figured out quite how to approach it.” 

“That….surprises me,” he said. 

“Oh? Why?” 

“You’re so good at covering every other aspect of the class, and bringing guys out, everything seems to flow so freely.” 

“I’ve tried to anticipate the questions that would be asked and have an answer ready.” 

He laughed.  “I don’t know how you could; you never know what’s going to come out of some of their mouths.” 

I gave it a brief, thoughtful moment. “I think I’ve been waiting for someone to bring up the subject. Can I ask, do you have a personal interest in having the subject brought up?” 

“I guess I do,” he said rather sheepishly.  “You see, Coach, I wasn’t completely truthful about that story of getting a blowjob on the team bus. I couldn’t tell the whole story, that’s the reason I wanted to talk to you in private.” 

“Alright, what’s the rest of the story?” I asked. 

“I, uh….when the bus driver put a stop to it and left the lights on in the bus after that, I didn’t want to see it end. Nobody did, but I ached for it to happen again.  I heard rumors that the guy was still giving blowjobs but I never knew when or where. Like I said, I was the new kid and I wasn’t drawn into the jocks’ circle right away. I was so desperate that I finally came out and asked him.”  

“I asked him, Hey, I hear you’re still giving blowjobs. How can I get in on it again?  I was cocky as hell about it, maybe even arrogant, but he didn’t take it that way. He just smiled and said he’d been wondering where I’d been. So we arranged to meet after school at his locker. The building always cleared out real fast after school. He took me up to the third floor to the janitor’s closet.  There was a closet like that on every floor so the janitor would have his stuff handy wherever he was cleaning. We went in and he locked the door. I wondered how he had access to the closet but I didn’t ask, because it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I was gonna get another blowjob.” 

“It was pitch black in the closet but he got right to it; started undoing my belt and jeans and pulled them down as he went to his knees. I let out a loud groan when he took my cock in his mouth and he told me I’d have to be quiet.  I choked it down after that. It was even better than I remembered the first time. He sucked me for quite a bit and I was fighting to hold off when suddenly he stopped.  I didn’t know why and I couldn’t see him, then I felt his hands feeling to find me, first on my shoulders, then on my neck, then he was holding my face in his hands. He kissed me, Coach. I was horrified.  I’d never even thought about being kissed by a guy, but it was happening and even though I was horrified I wasn’t repulsed by it.  I sort of liked it, especially when he shoved his tongue in my mouth. I’d French kissed girls but those kisses were never like this. It was a really long, hard kiss and it left me breathless when it ended. He laughed softly and said, I thought so, as he was feeling around for my hands.  He took both of my hands and pulled them down to his crotch. I was shocked to feel his bare cock and balls that he forced me to feel. Then he put his hands on my shoulders again and tried to push me down. He said he was collecting dues that were owed him.  He said he was giving blowjobs only to those guys who would suck him in return, and he wasn’t going to finish this one if I didn’t go down on him.” 

He paused, looking like he might get up and leave. I didn’t want him to do that.  He had come this far and I didn’t want him to lose his courage. 

“And, what did you do?” I asked quietly. 

“I didn’t know what to do, Coach.  I didn’t want it to end and not get any more blowjobs but I couldn’t do what he wanted. He kept pushing on my shoulders and urging me—sort of cooing--to get on my knees and at least try it. I could’ve stopped it. I could’ve just left.” 

“Yes,” I agreed. 

“I was bigger than him, and stronger, and he couldn’t force me to….to do anything.” He stopped and laughed nervously. 

“I almost said he couldn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to do but that’d sound like I wanted to do it, and I didn’t.  I swear, Coach, it was like the strength was draining from my legs and I felt myself going down. He cooed, ‘Thata boy,’ and next thing I knew his cock was rubbing against my face. He had a lot of precum and he was smearing it on my mouth.”

He stopped again, suddenly, as if he had to catch his breath, or organize his thoughts. I waited a few seconds. 

“So, did you do him?” I asked quietly. 

He nodded before he spoke. 

“Yes,” he said in a bare whisper.  “I wanted to believe he made me—I think I was telling myself that--but he didn’t. I could’ve overpowered him but I didn’t. I sucked him, Coach, and it was like it wasn’t the first time.  It was like I’d done it a thousand times before. And it suddenly felt like I was doing it because I wanted to. I can’t say I liked doing it and I can’t say I didn’t.  I didn’t want to be doing it but I was and nobody was forcing me.  Christ, Coach, I never even thought about sucking a cock before but there I was in that dark closet, sucking cock like a hungry faggot.” 

“Don’t use that term,” I said softly.  He looked like he was about to cry. I got up and went over to the couch where he sat with his head down. He looked up at me with the most pitiful eyes.  It washed over me in that moment that I did not want to sit beside him on the couch. It was a moment-at-hand and I went to my knees in front of him. I really can’t say why; I told myself there was nothing sexual about it--I wanted only to comfort him.  It was like a teacher getting down to a small boy’s level in order to better connect with him. Except Chris was no small boy. 

“Listen to me, Chris,” I said in a husky voice.  “You’re not a faggot.” 

“What am I, then?  Straight guys don’t suck cock,” he said without looking up. 

“You’re a healthy boy with a vivid imagination and a strong curiosity who hasn’t quite come to grips with who he is. You’re going to be okay, Chris. You’re going to be okay and happy in your skin. Just know that you’re not alone. Boys all over the world deal with these things every day.” 

“I don’t know any,” he said hoarsely.  Then he asked, “Did you when you were my age?” 

“Yes,” I replied honestly. 

“How did you deal with it?” 

“Denial was the first step.  That made it easier because in denying it I didn’t have to deal with it.  But that didn’t make it go away. The feelings, the thoughts kept coming back.” 

“What kind of thoughts and feelings?” he asked. 

“About other boys.  I had to be careful how I looked at other boys, and I pushed the thoughts from my mind. I gave it a new name; admiration. I told myself I was admiring this guy’s muscles, or that guy’s body. Even when I took particular notice of another boy’s cock I told myself I was just checking out the competition; guys did that all the time.” 

“I never had those thoughts or feelings till I sucked that guy’s cock,” Chris said. “After that I realized I wasn’t just admiring certain guys’ bodies, like you said, the thoughts and feelings were sexual.” 

“I understand that you’re confused. It may take time to sort things out. But don‘t buy trouble. Let the process play out.” 

“I don’t wanta be gay.” 

“I don’t know if that’s a choice you have, Chris,” I said gently.  “I do know a lot of straight men, and boys, like gay sex.” 

“But I did gay sex.”

“Giving one blowjob doesn’t make you gay, any more than enjoying gay sex makes you gay,” I said. 

“Coach, I don’t know, and I shouldn’t say it, but I think you’re trying to tell me you’re gay.  Are you?  It’s okay if you are, I’d never say anything to anybody.” 

“I’ve never put that label to myself but I admit freely, I would like very much to have sex with you right now,” I said as I boldly groped the front of his shorts. He started but quickly relaxed. I could feel that he wasn’t wearing a jockstrap. I kept looking at him till he looked up and our eyes met. I must have had a questioning look; he nodded and I tugged at the waistband of his shorts.  I pulled it down till his pubes were exposed then he rose up from the couch for me to pull them down.  I worked them off and tossed them aside, leaving him in nothing but his sneakers. I looked back and drank in the wonderful sight of his naked body with its crowning glory nestled between his massive thighs. I took hold of his cock and stroked it, while admiring it.  I glanced up at him again and saw the longing in his eyes just before I went down on him. 

“Awwww, Coach, I should’ve showered,” he moaned softly. 

I glanced up at him, shaking my head, and kept on sucking him. He tasted just fine and the sweat musk was like an aphrodisiac. With each stroke I worked my way down on his cock till my face was buried in his crotch. He scooted down on the couch, spreading his legs wider to give me unfettered access to his cock.  I took him all the way with each stroke and he was soon thrusting his cock up into my throat. I didn’t expect him to last long, and he didn’t. I didn’t mind. I wanted his load and I didn’t believe this would be our only time together. 

He warned me he was coming and when I didn’t stop he gave himself up to it. His cock bolted in my mouth and spurted out great ropes of warm, thick cum.  He quickly covered my tongue and I whimpered with the taste of him as I swirled the stuff around the head of his cock. As often happens his cock became too sensitive for him to bear and with his hips jerking about he begged me to get off.  I lifted my head and sat back on my haunches. He quickly grabbed up his shorts and handed them to me to spit in. Instead, I swallowed. His eyes bugged out in disbelief.  I swallowed several more times then wiped my mouth with his shorts and handed them back to him.

I got up and sat beside him on the couch, his hard cock still tall and hard between his legs.  

“I wasn’t expecting this,” he said after a moment. 

“What were you expecting?” I asked. 

“I was….God’s truth, Coach, I was expecting to suck you.” 

“You still can,” I said. 

“Yes, I want to,” he said, reaching over to feel my cock through my pants. 

“But not now,” I said. “There’s plenty of time. To do it now, I would feel like you’re doing it out of obligation; payback.” 

“Can I ask you something, Coach? Do you ever do this with any of the other guys?” 

“Would you want me to answer that if it was someone else asking?” 

“No, I guess not. Except I was asking for my own selfish reasons,” he said.   

“Oh?” 

“Like if it was Oakley asking, I wouldn’t care if you told him.” 

“I’ve never done anything with Oakley,” I said. 

“But if he ever asked, for some reason……” 

“You’ve got feelings for Oakley?” 

“I didn’t before but yeah, I do now.  He is so hot; all those muscles, and the way his big cock swings around.  I have to keep looking away from him in the locker room when there are other guys around.  I’d do him in a heartbeat, even if he was using me just for a blowjob.” 

“That’s quite a testimonial. What about when there are no other guys around?” I asked. 

“I’ve only been alone with him in the locker room one time and I was so nervous, I could barely talk. Honestly, Coach, he leaves me weak in the knees.” 

I didn’t have to give it more than a moment’s thought. I reached over and squeezed his leg. 

“If I could arrange for you and Oakley to be in the locker room by yourselves……” 

“Oh, Godd, my stomach ties in knots just thinking about it.” 

“I don’t know what he might be up for….you’d have to find that out for yourself,” I said.  

“I don’t know what I’d say. It’s scary just thinking about it.” 

“And you don’t know what’s going on in his handsome head. He might be wanting the same thing. If this was turned around and I was talking to him right now instead of you, don’t you think he would be just as scared?” 

“I can’t imagine him being scared of anything. If he wanted something, I think he would go after it.” 

“Well, then, why don’t we find out?” 

“Yes, if you could arrange it, I would be forever grateful.” 

Truth was, I had my own selfish reasons.  If Chris could bring Oakley out in the open that would lay the groundwork for me.  I wanted Oakley as bad as Chris did. I asked Oakley if he could stay after school one evening and help me clean and rearrange my office. I asked Chris the same thing. They were both willing and eager to help. Neither one knew the other would be there. 

I defused my air conditioner so my office was warm when they got there.  I turned on the ceiling fan to circulate the warm air, hoping to make them uncomfortable enough that they would take off their shirts. After moving my desk and chair, the big old couch and two cabinets, and straightening some mats and some old athletic equipment, they were sweating profusely and the shirts came off. 

“You guys should’ve changed into your PE shorts,” I said. 

“Good idea.” 

They went into the locker room and came back in their PE shorts and sneakers.  Beautiful. 

“I saved the best till last,” I said, motioning to a huge, ceiling-to- floor shelf that sat against the wall behind where my desk had sat.  “I would like it moved over against that wall where it’s more accessible. And half the crap can probably be thrown away.” 

We set about cleaning everything out of the shelf and sorting and tossing stuff into garbage bags to be thrown away. 

“What’s the hell is this doing tucked away back here?” Oakley asked as he pulled out an old jockstrap from pile of dingy towels. 

Chris went over to have a look.  “There’s a name inside the waist band.  M. McCord.” 

“That’s Mitch McCord,” Oakley said rather excitedly. 

“Who is Mitch McCord,” Chris asked. 

“Only the greatest tight end ever to pull on a jockstrap,” Oakley said.  “He graduated when I was in eighth grade. He had a younger brother, they were both great athletes.  Probably the reason he put his initial in it; his brother’s name was Ben.” 

“So why would his jockstrap be stuffed in with these old towels?” Chris asked.  

“I don’t know but this was worn by the greatest athlete in the state.  It ought to be preserved for posterity.” 

“Well, I don’t think they’ll let us put it in the trophy case,” I said. 

“They should,” Oakley said.   

“Well, right now, I’d like us to move that shelf.” 

“It’s probably anchored to the wall,” Chris said as he went over to inspect it.  “It is but it’s coming loose.” 

“Just don’t let it come crashing down on us,” Oakley said. 

We all grabbed hold and eased the shelf out from the wall several inches.  The anchors pulled loose easily and we pushed, pulled and walked the shelf around to the adjoining wall. The boys held it in place while I got my tools out of my desk drawer. I didn’t bother with anchors, I simply nailed the shelf to the wall. 

“Where does that door lead?” Chris asked turning back to the other wall, to a door. 

“I have no idea. I didn’t know it was there,” I said. 

There was no door knob on the door but I pried it open with the end of a nail puller.  It gave way to a dark cavern of a room.  I got a flashlight out of my drawer and shined it in.  

“It’s an old shower room.” 

“Hey, I remember when I was in grade school, there was talk about installing all new showers because the old ones were leaking and pipes were rusting out.” 

I found the light switch and then explored the room with the boys, thinking of the prospects it held.  I led them out and told them to move one of the cabinets in front of the door.