One training after school our coach held us back to chat to us about scholarships, we were both pretty good players, he chatted to us both for a good ...0 minutes before sending us off to the showers. We didn't talk on the way to the changerooms or once we were in there. There was definetly tesion, I think we both knew we'd being watching eachother by that point. Gav and I stepped into the showers next to eachother and I heard him turn on his shower and I did the same. I stood there for a few. Turning round, the handle on the door is moving. We return to reality. We are teacher and pupil fucking in a classroom in the middle of a school day. She jumps off the desk and begins to gather our stuff as a voice from outside says “Simon, do you have the key to Jo’s room?” We run into the store room and lock the door behind us. Our elevated breathing all that can be heard. Mrs Richards is standing in front of me both facing the door, and the risk of being caught only makes it more exciting. I. As always he was early, I was still in my towel so rushed upstairs whilst I left him in the front room. I put the kettle on and we sat down for a chat and coffee, I could see him looking at the magazine in the stand, so I pretended to be embarrassed and move it. “Do you mind if I have a look he said” - “not at all I replied” as I passed him the magazine.We carried on chatting as he browsed through the magazine, he kept showing me certain pages and my cock was so fucking hard. I offered him. The other guy was streetwise enough to keep the younger one from shooting. He recognized law enforcement in the harder one's eyes. He'd sure as hell crossed paths with enough law enforcement officers before and the fallen ones were the meanest. This guy probably washed out after a few years or was paid off to drift onto the other side of the law.But back to Baby Face. Jet would lay odds that he was the heir apparent to whatever Jet'd stumbled into and the harder edged one was his reluctant.