Date: Tue, 12 Oct 1999 05:39:37 -0500 From: Adreyn Subject: Second First Night This story is a complete work of fiction. About the only things that are true in this story is the fact that the two schools mentioned were in fact rivals when I was in school. And that I am gay. The feelings expressed by the author are his own thoughts and feelings, however none of the situations ever took place. If there is any such resemblance it is purely coincidental and should be brought to the author's attention immediately. This story contains graphic sexual acts by consenting teen males. If this type of material is illegal in your area, don't read it. If you choose to read it anyway don't get caught. If you get caught don't blame me for writing it. If you like this story let me know be sending me email to e_adreyn@bellsouth.net. You can also check out You can also check out "The second first night" by Adreyn Tyler Tyrell (t/t HS oral anal cons) What is love if it isn't something that you can admit to? Is there a fundamental rule that one must know exactly what they are experiencing to be smitten by an amorous feeling? Well I can't answer either of those two questions except to say that I know that love isn't wrapped around some idiotic notion of looks although it does help to like the looks of what you are loving. True one that you don't know can just be a babble of words and a concoction of fantasy that he has dreams up and you choose to accept. Love is a feeling that is different for everybody, but I have come to find that love is easiest to experience when the parties involved are totally honest with themselves and each other. I ask that you walk with me as I take you back to where I was faced with those same questions of self worth and trust. To tell you a bit of myself, my name is Adreyn Michael Tyler, but now I prefer Mike. I have been on this planet for approximately 28 years, 3 months, and 10 days. I have been out for the last 10 years to this day. Today is the day that I officially acknowledged that I was gay and told just about everyone that I knew that I had been sleeping with guys. Well as things go, you can safely assume that I was no longer the bright shining star that some of my family thought I was. However, time does heal many wounds and they accept me as I am if not what I do. I am single now. I haven't been able to find someone that fulfills me mentally as well as sexually, which is something I require. Don't feel too sorry for me though. I have had my share of anonymous copulation without conflict (read one-night stands) and I don't feel bad about it one bit. Physically I am 6'4 and I would say that I weigh about 225 pounds. I work out to maintain some semblance of the physique I had when I played HS football. Linebacker to be specific. I remember well the days of lining up against the opposing team knowing that we had engaged in some wonderfully decadent activities during the week preceding the game. But you didn't come here to get a recollection of my high school exploits. Or did you? Not paying attention to those snickering in the background, let's continue. After completing my degree in education with a specification in chemistry I applied and was accepted to join the faculty at a rather exclusive private high school, my alma mater to be exact. Before I go on, I have a strict policy against sex with co-workers and students. Especially students. Being an educator and a professionally out instructor, I know the dangers of letting my private life creep into the arena of sex charged, intelligent monsters called teen-agers. I have never given my students the impression that I was gay although one can say that there is no "impression" to give off if you are gay. Take into account that I rarely venture to the dens of deviance called the bar scene and you can paint the correct picture that I didn't have too much of a sexual outlet let alone a serious relationship. So with the extended time I had when I wasn't engaged in some school activity, I started spending time connecting to the world via the Internet. Now mind you, my goal with connection was not to meet anyone for any specific reason, but to give myself the opportunity to converse with others when my few friends weren't around and of course the obligatory research that I was required to do. One particular Wednesday evening, while rummaging through some sites I had previously bookmarked, my little ding went off notifying me that someone wished to converse with me privately. This happened often as I do offer a pretty picture through describing myself with words. However, this day I was not chatting, but doing a research on vacation plans that I had for the upcoming summer. "Hello. I hope I am not disturbing you but I just wanted to know if you would chat with a wandering soul tonight." the box read. I replied with the standard beginnings of a conversation and in following true tradition of messaging, the guy typed that he would return shortly because he had to take a phone call. To me the conversation was starting to get interesting but it really wasn't anything that would require any special notice. Fifteen minutes later the ding sounds again and the box reads, "I am sorry for cutting this conversation short but I have an emergency to attend to. May I please contact you again as your conversation is refreshing." I am not one to refuse a conversation from anyone whose first words aren't, "age/location/ht/wt" or "size/loc/top or bottom" so I gave him the permission he sought and continued checking out island vacations. I wasn't able to return to the online community until that Friday afternoon. We dismissed school rather early so the football team could prepare for its latest victim and the rest of the school could prepare for the night's homecoming game and dance. There among the trash and filth of spam mail, was a letter from the guy that I spent a few moments of my life talking with a few days before. The letter included another apology written in such poetic language that I almost called Hallmark(tm). Also included in this letter was a photograph of one of the most beautiful landscapes I have ever laid eyes upon. In the time that it took my eyes to travel the length of the picture, my message indicator was sounding again. "How do you like my pic?" the box read. "It's beautiful," I replied. "Where was that photo taken?" "It's a special place, that I hold dear to my heart," came the answer. "It was there that I decided, in my senior year of high school, to begin my life instead of denying it and myself." This time I paid special attention to the conversation all the while filling my head with thoughts of exhilaration and happiness. It isn't every day that you meet someone that can use his brain to create beautifully written imagery and illustrate it with a scene that totally sums it up. We conversed for the better part of the afternoon before I looked at the clock and noticed that I had to return to the school to help prepare for the night's game. I relayed that information to my chatting partner and was greeted with sincere appreciation again for taking time to talk. He stated that he also had to depart for he had similar matters to attend to. I wanted to get more into detail but I had to leave at that moment or I would have been late. I bade my new found online friend farewell with a note that I would return the following day and inquired what time he might be found online. He told me that when I sign on he would be waiting for me no matter what time it was. Immediately three whistles blew in my head that screamed danger. Either this guy is a lonely reclusive couch potato, an axe wielding mad man, or just someone playing online games. Then again he could be a really compassionate if not lonely person, mentally capable of both giving and receiving the love that I need to get and am more than able to give. I decided at that point that he had one final chance to make me consider taking this conversation up a notch. The game was well fought and my school prevailed and I admit that I did enjoy myself a bit at the ensuing dance. I have always gotten along great with my students as the girls were all dreamy-eyed and the guys admired me for my "manliness." Don't get me wrong. I liked the fact that my students liked me and even admired me. I used their adoration to educate them in life as well as chemistry and the test scores and my tenure with the school reflected my beneficial instructional foundation. I think that I would have lost respectability and maybe some credibility with them if I didn't have fun with them at their function. Besides, I think that it is easier for them to learn if they aren't blocking you out with their normal teenaged ideas. So why not also have fun with around them. When I returned to my cyberspace adventures the following morning, I had no sooner finished reading my mail when my message box appeared with the greeting, "I hope your team was victorious." I almost replied that he could easily get the scores from the daily newspaper before I realized that I never informed him on my place of employment. I did however told him that I was an educator and few things mattered more to me than my students and school spirit. He praised my dedication and asked how a lover might fit into that equation. "Who's asking?" I replied trying to lull him into revealing his intent in conversing with me. "Someone who is maybe interested," came the reply. "Kindly inform me when the inquiring party has reached a decision concerning his interest," was my retort. He didn't take the bait I threw him and wandered off into a dialog with me concerning the state of the education system in our state. Not wanting to discuss "the office" I meandered the conversation into a state of the heart between the two of us. I was determined to find out this guy's intentions. He accepted my segue and started to divulge to me what seemed to be a case of a broken heart trying to mend itself. He told of failed relationships in college and so far in his post-collegiate life. He said that he had no problems meeting guys, but it seemed that all they were after was sex and that isn't what he wanted. He mentioned fucking around in high school and that he thinks he threw away something that might have been special. He thought he was mature enough to deal with a relationship at this point. I told him that I was in almost the same situation except that I virtually held myself for commitment. I figured that he didn't need to know that I was practically a slut in high school and my freshman year of college. We then started telling each other about what we thought made a good relationship. Rather it was he describing what type of man he was looking for and, in comparison, what type of man he thought he was. Now he didn't stop at merely listing good qualities about himself, but he mentioned the things I would have normally skipped over. You know the faults and the bad habits. I couldn't believe that this virtual stranger was basically opening his heart to me and I barely knew that his name was Paul and that we were from the same city and same age. Yes, hell yes, I saw rainbows and birds flying in the air about my head. I thought to myself that this guy hasn't even asked me to meet, nor has he asked for a picture or my phone number. Is this guy really for real, I thought. Is he single? I just hope to God that he isn't lying. That reduced my concerns that he wasn't out just for sex. It appeared that this guy really trusted me. He is revealing information that I hold dear to me. Is it only because he really wants a friend online or maybe he is hoping in the back of his mind, like I am, that one day I will find that one person that fits me. As he typed I interjected every so often to let him know that it was very strange because it seemed that he knew me because he was relating my thoughts and feelings and ideas right before me as if he plucked them from my brain. We continued to talk letting our conversation drift and meander until I was literally snoozing at the keys. It seems that the excitement of my school winning a special homecoming, my 10-year anniversary, and my 10th year high school reunion took more of a toll than I thought to admit. I begged forgiveness and pleaded with him to understand, but I needed sleep. He totally understood and simply replied, "Can we continue later?" "My night lasted too long and I can return later in the day if you want me to," I responded. "As if you had to ask," he replied. I sighed as I saw that he wanted to talk to me again. With that I returned to my bed and thought about that last reply. Did I really care that I talked to this stranger again? Was he really a stranger? Yes he did fill my time with anticipation that he might be cute and nice and wanted to talk more with me. I reminded myself not to jump too far ahead in anticipation and expectation, for this WAS only Internet chatting right. I drifted to sleep with a smile on my face for the first time in ages. I felt like I did almost 10 years ago when I filling my autumns with tackling opponents and sex with one of the few people I think I loved. ------------------------------------------------------------------ That week we were playing in my final game as a mustang. We were laying our only academic rival and one of our athletic nemeses, the Falcons. At quarterback then was the red-haired and freckled, 6'0 175 pound mass of fluidity in motion John Gerrard. However this was Tuesday not Friday night and he was in my basement practicing what would prove to be a prophetic position. He was lying on the floor with my half-clothed body on top of him. We had been meeting like this for years and always before the big game between our schools. He was one of my favorite sexual adventurers in high school, not to mention the cutest. He did have one of the most beautiful girlfriends in high school. His girlfriend, though a bit prudish in her sexual attitudes, was a perfect physical match for him. It didn't matter that we weren't best friends, we had what I called a working respect of each other's football talents and mutual like for each other. We basically had football in common and had from the time we met, as kids in peewee football, we at least clicked there. It started as all teenaged games start with an argument about whose team would be victorious on the ball field that Friday night. Words led to physical action and we started wrestling. I think that John liked to use wrestling as an excuse to get him warmed up to the main event. After wrestling for a bit, I knew the procedure. I would get him into a submission position and we would proceed from there. Now don't think that John allowed me to dominate him. By all means he didn't. He fought and fought to the end all the time but I was naturally larger than he was and stronger even though we both worked out regularly as part of our regimens. Like always I got him into a position of submission and held him there. He looked at me with his lovely pools of jade colored eyes and slightly raised his head. I knew then that he was ready to begin the real purpose of his visit. He arched his neck towards me bringing his hands around the small of my back, slowly caressing me and cradling me. Our mouths met in the brief expanse of space and found each other. He let our lips linger together in a ritual of exploration worthy of documentation in a nature film. Our lips finished their dance and our tongues met and proceeded to waltz in a rhythm that only two people have when they are being totally honest with each other. Locked in our kiss we fondled each other and embraced each other as our passion and maleness grew. John was the first to seek and achieve his destination as his hand wound its way around my body and into my shorts. Breaking our kiss I stood and started to undress my teenaged lover. As I undressed him, I kissed and licked all over his body tanned perfectly from spending time learning and working his father's farm. His muscles felt like ropes under his taut skin. Finally I got him totally nude and placed my face directly above my target. I inhaled his scent of musk, soap and general maleness. He needed to release his tensions upon me in the form of his precious sexual fluids. I knew that he was close to relief as his breathing grew heavy and he was leaking pre-cum like a fountain. I licked his shaft up, down and across all the while slowly massaging his chest and stomach. I licked all around his penis not swallowing it for I wanted his to bask in the glory of his orgasm when I allowed him to achieve it. At the moment I had other things on my mind as I traced past his swollen scrotum and back around to his puckering hole. I passed my tongue around his hole and let him know that he was going to be invaded in the proceeding moments. I plunged my tongue in and around his hole, which started him to moan loudly. I wanted him to enjoy everything he was sensing. I traced back up his pole and started to suck it down my throat. I tasted his sweet pre- cum. He started bucking his hips, forcing his cock down my throat. I felt him start to shake uncontrollably and all of a sudden he started jerking and shooting his cum down my throat. He screamed out in ecstasy as his climax passed over him in wave after wave of intense pleasure. All this time he had my engorged member between his succulent lips gently sucking and lubricating me penis for its excursion in to ecstasy. I removed it from his mouth and replaced it with my lips. I had him place the condom over my head and down my veined probe. I did this with all my sexual partners to ensure that they knew I was conscious of protection. After lubing my protected sheath I slipped it into his wanting crack and through his pulsating sphincter. John loved it when I took my time pleasuring him. I took pride in ensuring that all my partners received pleasure from spending a few precious moments of passion with me. As he lay there on his back he looked in my eyes to let me know that he was ready for me to be taken to a new plateau of joy. I started to increase the action and started to increase the rhythm and pressure of my thrusts. After time stood still for a moment I felt him tensing again. I decided that it was perfectly ok for him to be taken over the threshold of orgasm and allowed it to happen. I kissed his open moaning mouth and quietly laid into him with the needed thrusting motions. I felt his anus clamp down on my dick as he moaned and thrashed about under me. As he achieved orgasm I felt myself reaching pleasure and I filled his inner cavity with the fruits of my lust as it jettisoned through my spasming pole. We continued to lie in each other's arms, gently cuddling with each other as the feelings passed over us. Slowly my penis became flaccid and soft and slowly slipped from his ass. I kissed him again feeling his lips and his tongue with mine and tasting the essence of shear satisfaction. He started to squirm under me so I let him up. Something though was different this time. John started to speak and as he spoke I saw his face turn from joy to fear or extreme concern. "Adreyn," he began, "am I a fag? I mean you are the only person that I would ever consider doing this with. I do have a girlfriend but lately she hasn't been giving me the attention that I need. I know that I like feeling you inside me and only you would I allow to do that, but does that make me a fag?" I wasn't in the mood to deal with this topic today. However, John was at least a good fuck buddy if not a good friend. Although we went to cross town rival schools and played on opposite sides of the football, we did occasionally hang out together. This was important to him so I took my time answering him. "John," I began, "you are not defined by who you sleep with. You know that. I know that I like having sex. Sex is sex; it doesn't matter to me. As long as I get off and I know that my partner gets off. I have fulfilled my goal. It is even better when it is with someone that I know and like a lot like with you. I will admit to you that I like having sex with guys because I know when a guy is enjoying what I am doing to him. Now who knows one day I might wake up and not feel like having sex with guys or maybe it will be girls or I may never change. But right now I know that I am Adreyn and to me that is all that matters. I know that my family might not like it but I think they don't need to know everything I do, you know." "That's fine for you Ad, but what if I am a fag. What will I do if my parents find out? You know my dad would kill me and my mom would probably cry out to heaven asking where she messed up." "John, you are going to cross that bridge when you get to it. But for now try to relax and enjoy the moment for what it is, a moment. There is no reason your parents should find out you are with a guy unless either you or I tell them. I like your ass. Do you honestly think I would do something like that and have them take you and your ass away from me. And besides, who else would I hang with and talk football. You know those brainless jocks only do what coach tells them to. They don't know the game like you do. And those airhead popularity freaks are so wrapped up in themselves that they wouldn't or couldn't do anything that caused their social stock to plummet. "Yeah you do make sense but I don't know. I don't know what I am feeling right now. I gotta run I will see you on the field Friday night. You better bring your game cause I plan to turn it up a notch against you." "Yeah I know. But I will still see your ass on the turf. Who knows I might get happy and blow you a kiss from across the line of scrimmage. See how you like that." John stopped and looked at me like he was a dear caught in headlights and didn't know whether to run or jump in my arms. I told him to chill out and relax and have a good game cause he was going to need it. We laughed and I walked him out and closed the door and closed my mind off. I had a game to prepare for and a reputation to uphold against John and his Falcons. By the way, they have never beaten us. Why let them start now. ------------------------------------------------------------------ I awoke to find that my sheets were soiled. It couldn't have been John, because I hadn't thought of John in ages. I hadn't really seen too much of him after that game. It was my best game ever. I sacked him three times and forced an interception. I saw the look on his face after the game and tried to talk to him but I was swept up in the post game victory celebration. It was the last game of our high school careers and good thing I waited till then to have a damn good game. Attempts to contact him at home proved to be even more unsuccessful because for some reason he wouldn't accept my calls. If John had been a closer friend to me I would have made a better effort to find out what was bugging him. I did try though. I asked a female friend of mine to get in touch with him. I figured that she would help him with whatever was troubling him. I don't know how that went because we lost contact that school year. That summer I went on an extended vacation and when I returned he had gone off to college early for football. Why was I thinking about John, did I really love him and not realize it? I mean to be totally honest, I did miss spending time with him and I was forced to find another to replace him but I was only satisfying my sexual urges, not searching for a soul mate, wasn't I? I went to my computer hoping that Paul was around. I added him to my contact list so that I could tell when he was online and I immediately checked it. Hooray! He was online. I sent him a message and started talking with him. We talked about nothing in general and he asked how I slept. I told him that I slept well, but something told me to add my recollection of John. I basically told him that I had a dream of a memory of sex I had with a friend. I mean even though I trusted Paul I didn't want to air John's laundry to someone he didn't know nor knew him. As we talked I decided I wanted to know more about Paul so I asked him what line of work he was in and what some of his interests were. He told me that he owned his own business and if that didn't keep him busy enough he was the football coach for a high school, but he didn't want to tell me which one. He did however inform me that he loved his position, as head coach at this school for it was his alma mater. I respected that and I reminded him that I was a high school chemistry teacher at my alma mater. I asked him how he did against his latest opponent. "We lost. I don't know how it happens, but even when I played at this school this ONE team managed to always beat us every year. I think the hardest year was my senior year when it seemed like my offense couldn't do anything right and we lost my final game of my high school career." I think that if I had been there I would have heard him sigh. I decided I wouldn't tell him the thoughts of my final game because with John still fresh in my head I know that I would have gone on about him and my feelings toward him and this guy didn't need to be depressed about that. Instead I started to shift the conversation to the good fortunes the town's professional team was having this year. That seemed to take his mind off his loss for he started breaking down the problems with the defense and praising the offense. I could tell that Paul was someone who played offense, because I pointed out that it was the defense that set up opportunities for the offense with this team. In the end we agreed that we were both correct and that yes out pro team was bound for the playoffs where they had a shot at the division title. Our talk turned again to relationships. "What type of man do you see yourself with?" I asked him. He said that all he was looking for in a man was compassion, honesty and the ability to express himself. "I just want a man that I will be with forever. I have tried the dating game and don't like it. I haven't been in a relationship for the longest time because so many guys are just looking to fuck as many people as many times as they can. I have thought long and hard about myself and I have come to the conclusion that I will feel more complete when I can say that I have a husband and that I love him and I know that he loves me." I told him that his ideas were good but what type of man could he be happiest with. I gave him the example of the ideal man for me without the generalities. I told him that my man would "be tall but still shorter than me. He would speak his mind and discuss his point without getting upset if someone else disagreed with him. He would know how to take a joke and know when and how to give a joke as well. He would be sensitive and compassionate, but will have an intense love for football and be able to tolerate other sports." He decided to work in reverse of my "criteria." He responded, "Well I coach football for my alma mater so that shows you my passion for football is high. Also, I have to command the respect and hold authority over 65 teenagers. With a successful program it takes many people to make it work right so I have learned to listen and evaluate before responding to any suggestions and criticisms. As far as compassion and sensitivity, I think I showed you a sample of what I think is beauty to me. I like simple pleasures like sitting on the porch feeling the wind blow and hearing the birds sing in the morning." I recalled the apology letter that Paul sent me along with the landscape and thought that he is either one of the world's greatest bull shitters or one of the most ideal men for me. I had a sudden thought that I had nothing to wear for work the next day and I excused myself. (Don't ask. I get thoughts like that at the strangest times. Call me dedicated.) When I returned Paul responded to my last message with a simple question. "What is your name?" I told him I was back and he then quickly responded telling me that I knew his name was Paul, but he had not thought to ask my name before. Paul said that he felt embarrassed that he thought he knew me so intimately and didn't even know my name. I apologized to him saying that it was my fault for not telling him sooner, but those things honestly never cross my mind when conversing online. I told him that I knew his name through his screen handle. Paul was a part of his handle. I informed him that I was known professionally as Mike. I decided to tell him my full name of Michael Tyler. I stopped using Adreyn entirely after college because I thought that there could easily be gender confusion with high school students. However my family still called me Adreyn along with the few remaining friends from college and the fewer friends from high school. So to avoid professional confusion I had my name changed to Michael Adreyn Tyler and only used Michael A. Tyler for any identification problems. I told Paul that I had to get off and prepare my lesson plans for the upcoming weeks. I thanked him for his time spent with me and hoped that it could continue sometime during the week. He replied that football season was over for him seeing that his team missed the playoffs and therefore he would have more time on his hands. He asked me if I would like to get together and meet sometime during the week. Needless to say I was floored. I thought, Here it is. The crucial turning point. Do I turn this guy away fearing that he is some psycho nut or do I meet him? I decided to meet myself in the middle and told him that I wasn't abject to meeting him but that I wanted to think about it overnight if that were ok with him. He replied, "No pressure, ever," and wished me a good sleep and great night. I floated through my lesson plans and the rest of the night. I weighed the pros and cons of meeting Paul. I had nothing to lose by meeting him. Plus, if I choose a clean, well-lighted place, then I would have the comfort of being able to rely on my gut instinct. I think I at least owed it to myself to meet him. ---------------------------------------------------------------- The next day at work was a rather boring event compared to this weekend's activities. With us being victorious in our final game of the year and that being our homecoming game as well, the kids were exceptionally excited. It was hard to keep their attention and even harder for me to bring myself to settle them down. The girls were all gossiping about who was seen with whom and who had ended relationships and who started them all on that weekend. It took all my professionalism not to announce to all that I too had someone I that I met over the weekend myself. I went through the motions of teaching them for I knew it would almost be impossible to control them with the playoffs looming in the very near future. Yes our school had very extreme school spirit as is evidenced at any sporting event we engaged in for we always brought a small army of supporters for our teams. I got through the day miraculously not breaking down and giving everyone the entire time off to themselves. I practically ran to my computer to see if there was any sign of Paul. There wasn't. I tried not to sigh too loudly. I thought that maybe I am a bit too excited or maybe he took my answer as a sign of rejection and didn't want to talk to me any longer. With that thought in mind I started to compose a letter to him when my message indicator sounded. I answered the message and was giddy when I saw that it was from him. "Hi," he said, "just thought I'd you would take a chance to get settled in before you signed on. Looks as it doesn't take long for you to settle in." "No," I replied. "It normally doesn't take me long but this is truthfully the first time I have signed on as soon as getting home. Normally I try to do a little work relax and watch some television." "I hope I can take some credit for your rapid appearance as I am giving you all the credit in me rearranging my schedule to meet you online." "Well yes I will have to admit that I was flattered that you continued to talk with me even though I tried to be a little distant at first. And through your conversation I have come to enjoy talking with you and I almost even expect to talk with you. I have to go a bit further and say that when I signed on and you weren't already logged on that I was a little upset and a bit disappointed. You can take all the credit you want because you do deserve it all. So does that sufficiently answer your question." "Yes it does," came the reply. "I thought I was being a little forward when I asked to meet you, but I felt like I knew so much about you that you wouldn't mind meeting me. I should have waited for you to indicate that you wanted to meet before asking. I apologize." "Apology not accepted, for there is no need to apologize." I hurriedly interjected. "It was my mistake in telling you that I wanted to think it over. My answer was a yes last night. I guess I was a little apprehensive, you know, about meeting someone from the Internet, but your appearance tonight is and indication that you are a bit serious about yourself. And I know that I was right in feeling OK with you and trusting you enough to meet with you." "By all means yes. I am serious. I would love to meet you and talk some more but with a face in front of the words." With that we talked some more basically about our days at work. He told me of his last meeting with his team and I told him about my heathens which I thought the world of and wouldn't trade for anything. We talked and arranged to meet each other Thursday night at a coffee shop located not too far from my house. I told Paul that I'd be wearing black and yellow that day. We both agreed that I would be hard to miss if I wore a bright yellow top. I was not trying to meet on home turf; it was the first place that popped into my mind and Paul accepted its location. I wanted to meet the next night, but Paul had a meeting with some prospective clients and I couldn't meet Wednesday because I had a meeting with my faulty team members. Remember that no one so far is more important to me than my kids. That and it wasn't my meeting to call off. Thursday came and I told the kids to have the night off and that the next day we would be doing a fun exercise in acids so there was no homework until after the weekend. I had two reasons for that. I knew that it would be impossible with the playoffs on Friday and I wanted those football team members in my class to have as much rest as possible. It seemed that the entire football team eventually took my class or at least tried to. They all knew that I played for the school. In a time long past as someone so eloquently put it. So they figured, sometimes correctly, that I was lenient on them during the season. They also knew that I was a pretty good instructor and the y learned a lot from being in my class. I walked into the coffee shop and ordered my normal iced mocha with vanilla flavoring and scanned for either an empty seat or someone wearing clothing fitting the description that I received from Paul. To prevent any mix-ups I told Paul that I would probably have on my school's colors of black and yellow seeing as we were having a pep rally that day. I didn't see anyone that looked like he could have been Paul, so I sat down and started looking through the book I was currently reading. As I turned the pages I heard the bell announce the entrance of a new customer and my eyes got as big as saucers when I saw that there before my eyes stood John. Yes John, the object of my dream-like desires from just last week and my affection from so long ago. It had only been 10 years since I last saw him and it didn't look like he had aged a bit. Though he had grown an inch and added some muscle to his frame it was definitely he. "John," I called out praying that I wasn't incorrect. He turned around and looked and smiled and in the same instant got this forlorn look of desire on his face. He couldn't be thinking of sex with me after all these years, I thought. "I haven't seen you since that last game 10 years ago. I tried to get in contact with --" He stopped me and simply said, "That is in the past. I choose not to live in the past for it reminds me of how many mistakes I have made in my life that I still have to correct. I see that you still bleed yellow and black for those mustangs." What did he mean about mistakes in the past, I wondered. Well not to let this opportunity pass me I asked him if he had time to join me. If Paul walked in he would have to understand that this was John. He looked at his watch and remarked that he was supposed to meet someone there around this time but he could spare a few minutes. He got his order and sat back down. I was going to tempt fate and inquire about his life since that point but he beat me to the punch and asked, "What is going on with you, if I may ask?" I told John basically the short story about me teaching at my school. I told him that I was single and still going on through life. I laughed and asked him what brought him to this coffeeshop tonight. I had been coming here every morning before school to get my iced mocha since taking the position at the school and thought that I knew all the regulars. Which isn't to say that I wouldn't have known that John wouldn't come in here every once and a while. He listened while I gave him the brief rundown of my life and when I finished he looked at me and asked what I was doing here tonight. I decided why keep it a secret; I didn't have anything to lose with John as I had already seen his most private parts and positions. "I am supposed to be meeting someone. I have been talking to this guy over the Internet and I decided to give in and meet him here tonight." If one could draw the personification of surprise in the look on a person's face it would have been the look that John gave me. "Funny thing. I am here doing something similar to that Adreyn, can I ask you a question?" he asked. "Of course." What else could he ask about me that he didn't know? "What is your middle name?" Why was he asking such a silly question? "Its Michael. But I have dropped the Adreyn now and simply go by Michael." John looked like he held the lottery ticket with the winning numbers on it. He looked as if he couldn't contain his excitement any longer and he couldn't. He jumped up and reached to hug me and if it weren't for my reflexes I would be wearing an iced mocha and a latte. "Adreyn, you. I love you. I have always loved you. I was upset about the way I treated you after the big game and before I knew it you had gone on vacation and I left for college. I didn't return to this city until four years ago to bring my architectural design firm here and to accept the coaching job at my alma mater. I had a decent season but we lost a few too many crucial games and did not make the playoffs because we could not beat your school." Lights went off in my head. But I wasn't certain until he continued to talk. "Adreyn, have you been talking to a guy named Paul online?" I answered that I had been talking to someone by that name and that is whom I was intending to meet tonight. Mike reached into his pocket pulling out his wallet. He handed me his driver's license and started recited the information that I was reading. I looked up to see his eyes tearing up. He said through intermittent quiet sobs that his full name was John Paul Gerrard. He continued to tell me that he dropped the John after high school and was now only known as Paul Gerrard. I was held speechless. Could this be true that one of my former ghosts have come back to haunt me? This was a haunting, however, that I could deal with. I asked John if he wanted to vacate these premises for something in which we could get more comfortable. Epilogue John and I talked that night, all night. He told me that he wanted to tell me that he thought about what we discussed that night so long ago. He said that he would have talked to me the night of the game, but he had to deal with the loss and I had celebrations to tend to. Throughout the school year he wanted to talk to me, but by the time he was able to bring himself to talk with me, it was summer and I was gone. I went to school that next morning, ran through my demonstration and signed out for lunch and went home. I gathered John Paul and he accompanied me to our game. The team went on to win the state championship that year, with me rooting them on and John at my side. We committed to each other in a small ceremony shortly thereafter and have been together ever since that second first night. By the way, John Paul did not beat us the next year. I guess the more things change the more they stay the same. THE END "The second first night" by Adreyn Tyler Tyrell