I looked up from my desk and there stood Campbell Harden, the freshman who’d fucked the neighbor woman using one of his dad’s condoms. 

“Campbell! What’re you doing here?” I asked, visibly surprised. 

“I had detention,” he said rather sheepishly. “You said if I ever needed a ride....if it wouldn’t be too much trouble….I can wait till you finish whatever you have to do. Or I could help if you’ve got something I can do.” 

This came out of left field.  My first reaction was to get him out of the locker room and drive him home. It wouldn’t take long and it would leave Oakley and Chris alone for a while. But then the devious side of my brain kicked in. Campbell was a mature and worldly fourteen-year-old, he was cute, and hot as fuck….just maybe he would fit into the scheme of things. 

“You changed your office,” he said.  Then, “I hear water running; is there someone in the showers?”  

“Yes, Chris and Oakley.  They stayed late to help rearrange my office. It was a pretty dirty job. Listen, if you wanta do something while we’re waiting on them, you could inventory all of the supplies and gear on the shelf and in the cabinets.” 

It wasn’t just busy work; I’d been intending to create an inventory but just never had the time. Still, I wanted to keep him busy till the other two boys were in the tank.  I worked with him and kept him busy till the showers turned off, then for a few minutes longer, till the boys would be in the tank. I left to check on them and came back in the office and told Campbell the boys had decided to get in the tank so I could take him home.

He said he wanted to finish with the inventory. I was in a panic. What if Oakley and Chris started something in the tank and Campbell saw them?  Would that be so bad?  There was nothing unusual about jocks in the tank together, but knowing Oakley he would try to draw Campbell into it. 

“There’s no rush on the inventory, Campbell, you can finish it any time you have some free time,” I said. 

He put down the clipboard and pen and followed me out into the locker room where Oakley and Chris were in opposite ends of the tank. He thought I was taking him home.  I thought so myself. But Oakley, true to form, preempted that.  

“Hey Campbell, we didn’t know you were here,” Oakley greeted him cheerfully. 

“I needed a ride,” he said as he walked over to the tank, rather cautiously, I thought, as if he was afraid to approach the two older jocks. 

“Campbell’s inventorying the supplies and gear for me,” I said. I noticed the way he was eyeing the boys, with a look of mixed envy and admiration; a normal reaction from a boy his age looking upon two older muscular jocks. 

“Why don’t you get in here with us, Campbell?” Oakley said. 

Campbell looked around at me, surprised and a bit wide-eyed. 

“Come on, climb in,” Oakley encouraged him. 

I could tell he wanted to but I saw his reluctance.  I looked at my watch. 

“Coach was just giving me a ride home,” he said. 

“Come on, Coach, you can spare him a few minutes,” Oakley said. 

Against my better judgment I conceded.  “Alright, ten minutes,” I said. 

I watched him undressing, hesitantly, while I got some towels. I also noticed when he was naked that he looked fluffed up. The boys welcomed him, moving to make room for him and Oakley reached out for his arm to steady him when he climbed in the tank. 

“I’ve never been in the tank before,” Campbell said as he climbed in. 

“You’ll like it,” Oakley said. 

“Looks like you’re starting to like it already,” Chris joked as Campbell was sinking down into the roiling water beside Oakley.  

I thought I shouldn’t linger and watch but I couldn’t leave Campbell in Oakley’s clutches. I laid the towels on the bench closest to the tank. 

“Hey, Coach, why don’t you get in here with us?” Oakley said. 

Oh Fuck! Any coach’s fantasy! But I wasn’t expecting this.  I hesitated. 

“I guess you’re not supposed to, huh,” Oakley said. 

“No, it wouldn’t be proper,” I said, cursing myself as I said it. 

“We won’t say anything,” Chris said. 

“No, we won’t tell anybody,” Campbell joined in. 

The little fucker wanted me to get in the tank with them! I wanted to say, Let me get the door, and go bolt the door from the inside and strip down and climb in the tank, but somehow my better judgment prevailed. 

“No, I’ll wait,” I said. 

“It’s a stupid rule, you can’t get in the shower or be naked in front of us,” Oakley said. “Seeing you would be an inspiration.” 

“I’m an inspiration?” I said, laughing. “You flatter me.” 

“You are, Coach,” young Campbell put in. “Guys wanta be like you when they get older.” 

“Yeah, anybody would wanta be built like you, Coach.” 

“Well, I’m honored to hear that,” I said. “But I’m afraid I will have to inspire you in other ways. 

“The way I see it, a coach is different from any other teacher,” Oakley said. 

“Well, yeah, we don’t go to any other class naked,” Chris joked.  

“That’s my point. A math teacher teaches math,” Oakley went on.  “He might inspire you to learn but you’re being inspired by what he knows.   You’re inspired by a coach for the man he is and you wanta grow up to be like him.  He’s a physical role model.” 

“If this was one of my classes and you were saying these things, I would be embarrassed,” I said. 

“It’s true, Coach.  You don’t know how everybody watches you,” Oakley said.  “I’ve seen freshmen boys try to emulate how you move.” 

“That’s right. I’m not ashamed to admit I’m one of them,” Campbell chimed in. 

“Okay, you can stop the sucking up,” I joked.  “You will all grow to become the men you were born to be. It’s inevitable; there’s no stopping it. Look at you, Campbell, you’re already way more mature than most of your classmates. You’ll soon be a man to be reckoned with. And you two guys, you’re already both more man than boy. Just give mother nature a chance.” 

“How about you, Coach? Did you mature early or were you a late bloomer?” Chris asked. 

“I was more like Campbell; I matured beyond my years. I was bigger than my dad when I was sixteen.” 

“Everywhere?” Campbell asked. 

“Yeah, everywhere.  He said he was jealous.” 

“Did you ever see your dad with a hardon?” 

“Okay, Campbell, it’s time to get you home before your parents come looking for you. Better go shower off the oil,” I said, bringing the conversation to a screeching halt.  

When Campbell had gone back to the showers Oakley asked me again. 

“Did you ever see your dad with a hardon? And did he ever see you with a hardon?” 

I laughed. “Every morning of my life.  We had to share the bathroom getting ready for school and work so there wasn’t much modesty going on in our house.  Being a teenager—you guys know how that is—I woke up every morning with a hardon. He taught me not to be self conscious about it.” 

“You’re teaching us the same thing,” Chris said.  “Not to be self conscious about our bodies, or our sexuality.” 

“I’m curious,” Will said. “How did you handle the issue of homosexuality in the class?”

Continued by Jordan: 

I gave a lot of thought to that, whether I should give it a cursory review, or skip over it altogether. But Chris had found the courage to raise the issue and I felt I had to give it good and proper attention. How much attention would remain to be seen; I would first see how much interest and curiosity there was among the boys. I was nervous as hell as I faced the class that day, not just over how the class might go, but also knowing that three of the boys now knew about me. 

“There is one more facet of sexuality that I feel needs to be  a addressed….homosexuality,” I began. “Whether you believe that being gay is a choice or you are born gay, homosexuality has always existed.  Simply put, some boys are attracted to other boys rather than girls. You may or may not be one of those boys but whether you are or not is not at issue here.  Just know that there is nothing wrong with you. You may not know it but you are in good company. Just as an attraction to girls nearly always leads to sex with girls, it follows that an attraction to boys almost always leads to sex with boys.  Some would disagree but in my view, it’s in the natural scheme of things. In many ways, sex between two boys is very similar to sex between a boy and a girl.”

I thought I would leave it at that but a hand went up. 

“I don’t understand how it could be similar.  I mean, we know girls and boys are built differently to perform two different functions.” 

I was so taken aback that I didn’t know who had asked the question, and my immediate thought was to skip over it, but my reputation and trust were at hand. 

“Well, touching, kissing, fondling, and of course the feelings you have.” I went on to explain that the most common activity between one boy and another, besides jacking off together, was sucking each other’s cocks and that I didn’t believe two boys playing around and jacking off together, or even jacking each other, falls in the category of homosexuality. 

I wanted to leave it there but these boys were stupid and it would look like I was trying to squirm out of it. So I went on to acknowledge that the more advanced activity is fucking. Obviously, boys don’t have pussies or clits but still have the feelings, so boys must improvise; that meant that boys fuck each other in the ass.  I saw some of them cringe at that. 

Was it painful? 

I told them honestly, it could be at first but this can be true with a girl. No one asked about the cleanliness aspect but I felt compelled to take on that issue as well. I made a mental note to pick up a couple of Fleets and bring them. I want on to state that I was not icondoning sexual activity whether it be between two boys or a boy and a girl.  Neither was I condemning it. 

“If it hurts, then why do guys do it?” someone asked. 

“The pain is temporary,” I said. 

“After the pain goes away, what makes it feel good? I mean, a boy doesn’t have a clit or anything to make it feel good.” 

I had to pause to gather my thoughts and decide if I should go there. It’s boys’ sex ed, I reminded myself again, and I was asked a question. My credibility hinged on an honest answer. 

“Actually, he does,” I said. “Not a clit, but something comparable. But we will need to save that for another class.” I felt they thought I was copping out but the next phase of their education would take up more time than we had left. And in a way, I was copping out, or perhaps buying time.

The more I thought about it, the more I knew I had to face the issue head on. Finally, I bit the bullet and explained the function of the prostate and added its unintended function. 

“What do you mean unintended function? Is what you just explained  something that happens by accident?” 

“No. I believe that it’s unintended that you learn about one of the most important organs in your body. I have never read a health book or other teaching tool that makes any reference to that most important function, and I doubt you would have learned it anywhere but this class.” 

Looking around at the curious young faces was sorely tempted to have a demonstration on how to find the prostate but using a diagram I went on to quickly explain how they could do a self examination instead. I held the senior boys after that class. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t go into more detail but those boys are just too young.  Not for the lesson, but for me to be teaching it. I just didn’t feel comfortable.” 

“We understand, Coach. We got your drift.” 

“I wanted to say, I can arrange to hold a class for just you guys and get into more detail, if you want.” 

“That’d be great, Coach. Thanks.” 

“Yeah, just tell us when.” 

“Stay after the next sex-ed class.” 

Next class I reviewed the prostate with them and pointed out its location just inside their assholes and explained again that its primary function is to be to secrete about one third of the fluid that makes up a load of cum; but that there is a secondary but very important function that is largely ignored. Then I got their feedback.  It was a good class without me having to get too deep into it. The seniors hung around in my office after class. I closed the door.  

“Okay, let’s talk about your prostate. I like to call it the seat of your male sexuality; or more commonly your love nut. Your boy clit, shall we say. It’s a tiny organ about the size of a walnut. It is not an inanimate organ. It is very animate during sex, especially when you climax.” 

“If we don’t know what it feels like, how will we know if we’ve found it,” one boy asked. 

“You’ll know,” I assured him. “And if you’re unable to locate it yourself, perhaps you can enlist the help of someone….that’s the reason I suggested this class, thought perhaps you might help each other out.  Or, I can help you locate it.” I immediately regretted saying the last but the prospect of it excited me. I took the Fleets out of the cabinet and passed them around.  “If you want to take things that far you’ll want to go back to the rest room and use these.” 

There was some hesitancy at first as if they were all waiting for someone else to be the first. Then Oakley, the natural leader, grabbed up a Fleet. The others did the same. They were all back in ten minutes. Again, Oakley took the lead. 

“I’ll help you find yours if you’ll help me find mine,” he said to the boy beside him. 

The boy agreed and Oakley went over the cabinet and got the olive oil, squirted some in his hand, motioned the boy to bend over then he began probing his ass with his slick fingers.  When he showed no sign of pain or discomfort two other boys tried it and yet another pair followed suit. 

“Am I finding it?” Oakley asked. 

“No, I know it’s in there, I thought I felt it last night but I’m not feeling anything.  Let me see if I can find yours.”

None of them were having much success and Oakley asked if I would give them a hand. He motioned to the boy he was working on and squirted some olive oil on my hand. “Don’t get hard, I told myself as I set about the task of exploring the boy’s tight, smooth ass. I hit gold almost immediately. 

“Awwwh, Yeah, and mannnn, it feels great!” he cried out when I probed his prostate. “Oh, fuck, coach….ease up, you’re gonna make me cum.  Hey, bend over, Oakley and let me give you a hand.” 

Oakley bent over and let his teammate probe his ass. He wasn’t gentle and Chris winced a couple of times then his mouth flew open with a gasp. 

“Awwww, yeahh! You found it! Ohh, fuck, man, that’s awesome!  Don’t stop, keep doing it.” 

As the boys witnessed the pleasure Chris was getting things got underway in a very serious way as more of them tried it. As one would find his own prostate he would give another boy a hand. The pleasurable moans began to permeate the locker room. I was surprised how comfortable they were, offering to help each other out, and offering their asses to be probed. It was an unbelievable sight watching them fingering one another’s assholes, and the frustration when they couldn’t find what they were looking for.   

“Here, let me do that,” Oakley said to one boy.  He laid him back on the bench and began fingering his ass.  “There, feel that?” 

“Ohh!  Ohh, fuck!....yeah, I can feel it!  Ohhh, man, I see what you mean. That feels great!” 

Nearby on another bench I watched a boy tremble through a total climax as Chris was helping him discover his prostate. 

“Wow, you shot your load,” Chris said, laughing. 

“God, I never cum so hard!” the boy gasped in shock at the ropes of semen across his stomach and chest. “I can see now why gays like to get fucked.” 

“Just gays?” Oakley said, laughing. “Anybody, man. You’re straight and you just blew a quart just from Chris’s finger in your ass.” 

As bad as I wanted to stay I thought it prudent for me to leave the boys to their own devices. The way things seemed to be heading, the temptation would be too great if I stayed. I told them to lock up when they left. 

“And that’s my story,” he finished, turning the conversation back to us.                                 

“You should keep a journal,” Will said.

“Was that the end of it?” Jason asked. “Did any relationships develop with any of those boys?”

“I wouldn’t say relationship but we turned the old shower room into a secret love nest.”

“Orgy room is more like it,” Adam said.  “But that’s not entirely the end of it.”

“What’d he leave out?” I asked.

“Yeah, what’d I leave out?” Jordan asked.

“When we get back we’re taking Oakley in to live with us.”

“You should’ve brought him along,” I said.

“I’m curious about that old jockstrap you found,” Will said.

“They mounted it over the door of the equipment room and the boys had a ritual where they reached up and touched it on their way out to a game, for good luck.”

“You speak in the past tense; did somebody put a stop to it?” I asked.

“Oh hell no,” he said. “After they won the state championship they started lifting each other up to kiss it.”

"And now you, Father Colby?" Jordan asked thoughtfully.  "How do you reconcile who you were with who you are?

"There is no reconciliation required.  I am who I always was.  God made no distinction."

"I thought they were screening out homosexuals from the seminaries," someone said.

"And just how the hell are they going to do that?" Colby said, bringing a round of laughter."

"You do have a life, though." 

"I have my private and very discreet life, outside the parish," he said.

"What I want to know is, are you going to hear confessions after all of this is over?" someone else joked.

“I’m not here in a priestly capacity but I never refuse to hear confession,” he said.

“All this talk has got me boned up,” Jason said.  “For old times’ sake,” he said as he went to his knees in front of Jordan’s chair.