Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2021 08:28:12 -0500
From: timothylane414@gmail.com
Subject: Adult Friends, Extracurricular, Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Back at school, I pondered how worried Trent would be about talking with
his roommate. After barging in on us in bed, his roommate was sure to have
a lot of questions. Poor Trent. His stomach was probably tied in knots.

Despite the shocking "discovery," I liked our afternoon tryst. When we
started things last week, I figured it would be fleeting, so temporary.
Now, my feelings were much deeper. He may decide to move on from me, but I
wanted to see it continue. I had fallen for him, even if we were an odd
couple.

I worked extra hours after school to help free up the weekend.

I had another lonely night. Trent had sent me two texts that evening. The
first:

"Practice went okay. Lance and I didn't talk at all. I was the first out of
the locker room."

Good.

The second:

"Hanging this set is taking forever. I am so not ready for classes
tomorrow. Crap!"

Not good. That text came in fairly late, so I knew he had lost his whole
evening.


—


Considering my condition the night before, I slept well. I allowed myself
more than eight hours of sleep. I never get that on a weeknight.

I awoke feeling good. As I showered, I wondered if I would even be able to
see Trent today. I thought about our escapade in his apartment yesterday. I
wondered if he had spoken to the roommate. I had so many questions.

Later that morning, I shot him a quick text between classes.

"How's the day going?"

"Lousy" was the reply.

"Uh oh. What's wrong?"

"Did lousy on a quiz in my first class. I just wasn't ready."

"That bites. I'm sorry. I'll check in with you later."

Today went better. My students made me laugh on a few occasions, and I told
those I had not seen yesterday that I had missed them. I had, but I loved
being with Trent. Even being caught in his room didn't bother me that
much. I was sure it mortified him. Poor guy. He had so much on his plate.

I wondered if me jumping into his life had really made things harder for
him. Was I being fair? How badly had I been affecting his grades? He was
the one that approached me last week, but at the same time, it was unlikely
he was expecting to start up a relationship. Had he taken on too much? Was
there a "right amount" when entering the gay world?

For my lunch break, I heated up the last of my Cajun shrimp and went to my
coworker's room. I obviously couldn't share all the sordid details, but I
did share the basic facts.

I'm surprised how open I was with her. I didn't confide in my coworkers. I
didn't pal around with them. Part of that stemmed from me not wanting them
to know I was gay. Why not? Why did that bother me anymore? I wasn't a new
hire. I'd been there eight years. Why was I so private? I wasn't ashamed of
who I was.

On my planning period, I got a buzz on my phone. I saw it was Trent and
decided to call him instead.

"Can you talk?" I asked.

"Yeah, for a few minutes at least."

"Is the day going better?" I asked.

"Eh. And another practice at your school later."

"So close and yet so far," I said. "Want me to come down?"

He thought on it for a moment. "Noooo... but, instead of showering at your
school, how about I run over to your place and see you a bit. BUT I
absolutely must study."

"I'd love that. If you want, you can study at my place. I need to finish
next week's lessons, so I'd leave you alone."

"Okay," he agreed. "I'll bring my books in the car."

"I'll even make dinner. Nothing fancy. How about lasagna?"

"Sounds great."

"Hey!" I said in a sudden realization. "Did you talk to your roommate?"

"No. Not yet. They were asleep when I got back from the stage last
night. They both tend to sleep through me getting ready in the mornings
too. Neither has an 8:00 class." He paused. "I imagine I will see Kevin
— the guy that barged in on us — tonight."

"Bless your heart. You'll live. Call me later," I said, and we hung up.

My afternoon classes were great. My students were still trying hard. Spring
break was three weeks away and the dreaded spring fever — where all
productivity grinds to a halt — had not begun to set in. My honors kids
were making me really proud. I told them so. After hearing Trent tell me
about the impact that I made on him, I wanted all my students to really
know I was in their corner. It renewed my focus.

Once school was out and most of the hallways were clear, I heard my phone
ring. It was Trent.

"Are you done? Can you talk?" he asked.

"Uhhh, yeah. I'm free for right now. What's up?" I asked curiously.

"I hate to intrude on your time, but can you swing by the university bistro
we ate at yesterday? Like in 20 minutes?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. Is everything okay? What's up?"

"Just come. Bye."

That was certainly strange. I finished a few last papers and then packed
the things I could work on at home. I drove over to our recent lunch
spot. Oddly, it took me a moment to find a place to park. Going around the
corner, I found a place. As I made the short walk, I basked in what was a
beautiful day. Spring was indeed making its presence known. As I approached
the eatery, I saw Trent sitting outside. He was sitting with two people. He
waved at me with a big smile. His friends turned. I could tell it was
Matthew and Allison with him. The three of them were having frozen coffees.

"Hello everyone," I said as I walked up.

"Hello Mr. Terry," they said.

"Call me Mike." Looking at Trent, I quietly asked, "What's up?"

"I wanted you here. Because I put a lot of help into the stage set, Matt
and Ali were meeting me to bring me two tickets to the show Friday
night. Great seats and a reception afterward with the cast. Are you
available that night?"

"Yes, sure. It sounds lovely," I said with a gracious nod to his friends.

Trent looked at his friends. "I asked Mike to be here because I want to
tell you something. You've seen me with Mike because, he's ... he's my
boyfriend. We're a couple."

He grabbed my hand, and I held it as I sat down.

"Well, I didn't know what the occasion was, but I guess I'm in the middle
of it," I said. Looking at Matthew and Allison, I said, "We are. Trent and
I have become rather close. It's happened very fast, but I think the world
of him."

"You're my best friends," Trent told his companions, whose expressions were
a mix of shock and relief and excitement. "I should have told you a long
time ago, but I've not been comfortable with who I am, and Mike has been
awesome. I used to be worried and afraid. But if you truly are my best
friends, then I hope you are okay with this."

"Of course we are," said Allison. "I can see how happy you are. I'm excited
for you."

"Sooo... the whole teacher/student thing isn't ... weird for you guys?"
asked Matthew.

"No. I may not have realized it at the time, but I had a slight crush on
him in high school ... probably. But Mike never knew it. I just came out to
him last week."

"It has been a bit of a whirlwind. We have really clicked, though. Neither
of us were expecting it. At all. Hopefully, we are bringing out the best in
each other," I said, looking and smiling at Trent. "I'm just afraid he is
going to realize that he could be with someone younger."

"Oh stop," he chided. "You're 30, not 87."

"Hey, it was your friend the other day that called me an OLD teacher."

"Uuck! Mark," said Allison. "Don't give that another thought, Mike. I'm
sure he meant former teacher."

"We're glad you can come Friday night. I hope you really enjoy it," offered
Matthew. "We just gave the tickets to Trent."

I looked at my watch.

"Thanks for coming," Trent said to me. "These are my true friends." He
smiled at the couple. "And I didn't want to hide who I really am from true
friends."

The three of them smiled.

"Awww, we love you Trent," Allison reassured.

"That's it. I just felt like I wanted you here, Mike," Trent said. "I know
you have things to do, and I should probably get to practice. You two have
dress rehearsal too. I hope it goes well."

"Wish us luck," Matthew said as we all stood. The two of us did wish them
luck and said we were excited to see the show soon.

"Bye, thanks for coming. I'll see you later," Trent said to me.

Then he kissed me — in front of his friends. My little Trent was making
big steps. I was proud of him.


—


The lasagna was layered and ready to go into the oven. Just to be safe, I
was going to wait until he arrived. I got buried in my work. I didn't even
hear Trent drive up. My front door opened, and Trent walked in with a
sports bag and a school backpack. I noticed he didn't knock; I'm glad this
is feeling like home.  I gave him a big smile and kissed him when I walked
over to him.

"Mmm," he hummed in my kiss. "Okay, step away. I'm sure I reek. I was a
sweaty mess and now it is all dried on me. I need to hit the shower."

I told him the lasagna was prepared and went to turn on the oven. I heard
the water come on. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Trent toss the
last piece of clothing to the floor and dart pass the bedroom door
completely naked. I heard the shower door close.

"Aaaahhhh," I heard him call out as he stepped into the hot spray.

Knowing he was naked in there, I felt frisky and went in. I stood with my
hands at the top of the shower door and looked at him.

"What are you up to?" he asked seeing me through the steamed glass.

"My handsome boyfriend is naked in front of me. Can't I watch? Do I have to
be up to something?" I answered playfully. "It's a shame this glass is in
the way."

"It doesn't have to be. We both fit."

By the time I had stripped my body of all its clothes, I could see through
the glass that Trent now had a raging boner. I took it as a big compliment
that I was joining him. I hung a towel on the hook and opened the door.

"Welcome to my humble little shower," he said in a whimsical tease.

We kissed. I grabbed his dick, and he wrapped his arms around me. We kissed
for a couple minutes in that warm embrace standing under the hot water, his
arms around me, one of mine clutched to his ass, the other grabbing and
gently tugging his dick. I reached for the shampoo and turned him around. I
lathered his hair from behind. As I did so, my erection bobbed up and down
over his ass crack. He reached back and held it while I cleaned his hair. I
soaped up his backside. As suds got all over his ass, a finger explored the
crack up and down.

"Mmm," he moaned.

I got some shower gel and playfully probed his hole with one of my
fingers. I turned him around and foamed up his chest, massaging his pecs as
I did so. Again, he grabbed my cock momentarily, pulling on it as he was
getting cleaned liked a member of royalty. He dropped to his knees and took
my erection in his mouth.

"Ohhh, babe," was all I said.

He sucked my cock for a minute. I loved it. It was somehow sexy in the
shower as water poured over our bodies. I lifted him up and gave him a
kiss.

"I'm not finished," I said.

I worked up a lather and scrubbed his bush, fondled his balls and groped
his dick. Leaning down, I thoroughly cleaned his legs inside and out. I
watched the bubbles in the suds cling to the hair on his legs, slowly
dripping to his feet. Raising back up, our arms wrapped around each other
and we kissed. We kissed for a long time. I turned off the water.

"Let's move to the bed," I said.

We opened the door, dried our aroused bodies and walked to the bed. He
pushed his clothes he had laid there to the floor.

As he climbed into the bed, I rolled him to where he was laying on his
stomach. I straddled him. My hands grabbed his shoulders, and I started
giving him a massage.

"Ohhhh, that's nice."

For a couple minutes, I rubbed his shoulders, his neck muscles, his back
muscles and even his ass. I pressed deep into his muscles knowing it should
feel good following practice. As my body moved, my hard-on would
occasionally push up against his ass. Then I leaned over and spread his
butt cheeks. My face buried itself into his crack and my tongue explored
his hole. I licked and probed. Trent squirmed. I could tell from the moan
it was a delightful sensation.

I rolled him over and devoured his dick. It wasn't as hard at that moment
as it was in the shower. Seconds later, it regained its rigidity. I sucked
his cock for a couple of minutes. It was a slow suck. It was a deep
suck. Crawling down each inch of his pulsing rod and slowly lifting off,
gripping it with my mouth, I serviced Trent for several more minutes.

Then I stopped and straddled his torso. We looked into each other's
faces. He yanked on my dick briefly, but then I moved up further and placed
my balls right at his mouth. His tongue extended and he licked them
tenderly. His hands moved one side of my sac in his mouth and began sucking
and teasing on my left testicle. He switched and took the other
playfully. Then it was my cock's turn. I placed it in his mouth, and he
engulfed it with a deep moan. I thrust in and out of his face. Oral sex
always felt good. His arm reached down and grabbed his erection. I could
feel the vibrations of his arm jacking his cock. He was pleasuring us
both. I was moaning and grunting as I fucked his throat.

"Uuuungh. Yeeeeeaaaaah," I groaned as sexual sensations filled my groin.

I could feel Trent humming and moaning directly around my cock. His arm was
powerfully stroking his manly tool. My hips kept maneuvering mine into his
welcoming warmth. I was thrusting my hard shaft with the sole purpose of
sexual bliss.

"Baby, my cock feels so good in your mouth," I moaned. "So good. I love how
you suck it."

My words made him stroke his erection harder. His grip was tight, and he
worked his flesh like a sergeant. I thrust my hips to match Trent's
rhythm. My cock throbbed. It pulsed. It sent sensations into me that were
building into a powerful crescendo.

"I'm about to come, Trent. Do you want me to come on your chest or in your
mouth?"

His answer was a clutch to my ass cheeks that shoved me deep down his
throat. My climax was coming. One of his hands returned to his cock. I
screamed loudly — no words, just oral gratification. My head tilted back
as I cried out in climax. He gripped my ass hard. My first stream hit his
throat like a bullet. He moaned. My second shot fired. He moaned louder. He
pounded his cock harder as my third spasm launched. His breathing was
heavy, inhaling and exhaling powerfully through his nostrils. I kept
coming, and if there was such a thing as a moan and a scream, it was
happening around my cock. My erection was still trying to force more
ecstasy through my pulsing system. Trent unleased his first wave. As it
landed on his chest, just the tip of the stream hit my ass. Trent's hips
were bucking as he came. His muffled wailing accompanied each shot of
orgasmic revelry happening behind me. We were groaning together until we
were spent. Our screams became heavy pants. I pulled my cock from his mouth
and maneuvered my body beside him. We laid still. We breathed together. He
reached for my hand. He held it as we recovered from our intense climax.

"Well, I'm glad I didn't put the lasagna in the oven," I said. "It would
have been a bit overdone."

We walked to the bathroom. I combed my hair as Trent wiped most of the cum
off his chest.

"I'm just doing a 30-second rinse," he said, hopping back in the shower.

I walked naked to the kitchen to put the lasagna in. My dick wasn't hard
anymore but was still long enough to make a nice pendulum swinging side to
side as I walked.

I went back and put on boxers and a robe for the rest of the evening. Trent
came out dressed in briefs and his T-shirt. I returned to my laptop on the
dining room table. He curled up on the couch with one of his books. I would
have asked questions about his studies, but I didn't want to interrupt.

Soon we were enjoying dinner at the kitchen table. Trent complimented me on
the meal. He helped me clean and put the leftovers away.

We returned to our work, both of us very diligent in getting what we needed
to accomplish done before the evening was over. I watched as Trent read,
then typed, then wrote in a notebook. He was still the same dedicated
student I remembered. He was a great kid. Now he's a great young man. I was
proud of him. I was happy for him.

When it reached 10, he noticed the clock and decided to go.

"This was nice. It was perfect," he said. "I feel better about my classes."

"Are you caught up?"

"Ha. No. Not really even close. But at least I am prepared for tomorrow and
can really dive into work over the weekend."

"Want to stay here again this weekend?" I asked, hoping he would say yes.

He looked to the side for a moment.

"I want to say yes, but let me make sure. I think I probably can, but we'll
see what's dumped on us in class tomorrow. Pencil me in. Sorry I have to be
so vague."

I turned on the news as he started collecting his things. Trent gathered
his books and study materials. He shoved them into a backpack that looked
rather heavy. He went back to the bedroom. After he put on his jeans, he
shoved any remaining basketball clothing in the bag.

"It's the second time in two months that a Jackson Bend educator has been
brought up on charges of an inappropriate relationship with a student," the
newscaster reported.

My face snapped to the screen. I knew it wasn't me. But an electric current
coursed through my nervous system. My eyes were huge, glazed over like a
deer in headlights. My breathing had stopped. Trent came from the
bedroom. In that instant I didn't feel like I could look at him. I walked
into the kitchen leaving him packing up final items.

I stood there in the dark gasping for breath. I placed my forehead against
the door of the fridge. My eyes were shut, and I just felt my heart
pounding. Even in the next room, I could hear details of a sexual
relationship between a teacher and student. I took deep breaths trying to
calm my panic.

It was a moonlit night. I turned to look at the sky out the kitchen
window. I tried to relax but was failing.

"Mike?" Trent asked coming in. He didn't turn on the light. He just moved
up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "Did that news story bother
you?"

I gently turned in his arms. "Of course it bothered me. How could it not?"

"But we're..."

"Yes, I know. You're not in high school, and I'm not your teacher. We're
both adults. But ... I hear the words `teacher' and `student' and ..." I
wasn't sure where to go with my thoughts. "It just startled me."

Trent squeezed me tighter. I worried that he might have thought I was going
to break it off with him.

"You haven't done anything wrong," he softly said in the darkness, his arms
still around me. His face was pressed against my shoulder and chest.

I exhaled. "Not exactly. We had sex in school last week. That would be a
scandalous news story. God, what a stupid mistake."

"No one will ever know. I'm sorry I came on to you. I'm sorry, Mike."

"You're not to blame."

"Everything will be okay," he said.

"I hope so, babe." I kissed his cheek. "You're already getting behind in
school."

"That's not because of you. Well, a tiny bit. But I have practice and games
and I helped with the play..."

"And finally finding someone to talk to and be with is suddenly a big step
... unfortunately at a terrible time."

"Both of us will be okay."

We let each other go. I wondered if we would really be okay. Every time I
would think I was completely into whatever kind of relationship we were,
something would smack me into reality and make me question everything.

We walked to the living room. He picked up his bags. He looked into my eyes
and set them back down. I could see worry on his face. I felt bad for
scaring him.

We stood holding each other at the door. We were still, we just
... held. We stayed like that until we felt better.

"Dinner was great; thank you," Trent said, the side of his face pressed to
mine.

"It was. I'm glad you stopped over." I kissed him. "Okay, goodnight babe. I
..."

I stopped myself. What was I about to say?? I wasn't going to say, "I love
you," was I? Surely not. What was I thinking?

"... I can come to your game Saturday night if you want me to. If I'm a
distraction, I don't have to."

"I'd like that. I like you being there, even if we lose. I'll call you
during your planning period tomorrow. Good night, hon'."

As I prepared to go to bed, my thoughts returned to what I was saying in
that goodbye. Was it my natural reaction to go there? It was way too soon
to be feeling that. What kind of autopilot thing was happening with me?
Goodness, if Trent only knew the nutcase I could be at times. His impact on
my life was happening so fast. I knew deep down it was too fast. And then
that news story hit me again.

I sent a text to my coworker.

"If you want free lunch, I can have lasagna waiting in my room."

Just before I turned out the lights, I heard a buzz from my phone. I looked
at the text. It was from Trent.

"Kevin and I had THE TALK. It's all good. More tomorrow."