He was cool and out there, with a big following among the older teenage boys, especially those on the football tea, me included. That was why we thought he was working at an all male boarding school.
No-one knew exactly what he had done wrong but the gossip said it had been to do with a married woman and a beat up husband. It didn't help that he was only twenty two and recently transferred to Malverne High from the Rochester Penitentiary on the prisoner rehab programme for young offenders. And the closet gays? Well they openly drooled over his fit body, dark brooding eyes, sensuous lips and that hard lunch box swinging between his muscular thighs. They all wanted to worship at the alter of Coach Thompson. Or that's how he seemed to me.Įven the straightest of the football jocks envied his physique. A huge chest, a huge pair of thighs, a huge, broad back and a really, really huge packet that filled out the front of his tight football shorts in an almost obscene way.Īlmost but not quite.
