Date: Sun, 7 Mar 2021 21:47:49 -0600
From: timothylane414@gmail.com
Subject: Adult Friends: Extracurricular, Chapter 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've enjoyed writing this book. In fact, the characters in
this intentionally fictitious town really develop over time. I would really
enjoy hearing if you enjoy it — or not — but it will take a few
chapters for the characters to truly come into their own. If you are a fan
of reading such fiction, I can let you know that chapters will come
quickly, so you won't have to wait a long time.


Extracurricular

By Timothy Lane

1

February was a challenging month. The aftershock of returning from winter
break had settled into just plain routine. Spring break seemed weeks
away. And it was just cold.

As the month progressed, it seemed like the sunny days warmed things up to
where spring didn't seem so far away after all. At home, I had buried
myself in projects around the house. We didn't have a lot of snow this
year, but it was still too chilly to want to work outdoors. The house
seemed bigger this winter. It seemed empty. I was on my own.

School teachers aren't wild about February. The uplifting spirit of the
holidays was long gone. Summer break was far off. Your eyes stayed focused
on the joy of spring break next month, but there was no mistaking that
after spring break, it was the hard pressure of testing. The kids got
anxiety over the state tests, the teachers worried how they would perform,
and the parents expressed their rage of the emphasis placed on the tests to
begin with.

Thankfully, I was feeling good about my students. I'd say most, if not
everyone, enjoyed my classes. Not everyone likes creative writing, English
and English Lit. I liked to think I at least made class fun and
interesting. There were unavoidably a few jerks in my class, but overall, I
liked my students a lot. Those that really participated were excelling. I
knew they would score well. They were good kids. I was happy that some of
them took the upper courses as electives.

So far, this was a good year. Not that I had experienced a bad one, but
some years have less drama than others. I had seen a lot of good work in my
students; some of the writing was outstanding.

Grading papers is not my favorite thing. But as long as students were gone,
it was a peaceful way to end a day of teaching. Occasionally I'd still be
working when a custodian would come in to clean, or another teacher would
pop in to give me a message. But usually it was quiet. Today was different.

I thought I had seen someone outside my door, but no one came in. A figure
went back and forth a couple of times, then finally knocked. I motioned him
in.  Trent walked in about two hours after school had let out. I really
didn't recognize him at first. It had been several years since I had taught
him sophomore English. I had remembered him looking like a fine young man,
but now all his masculine features were more pronounced. Or was it that he
stood before me now glistening with perspiration, with a low-cut tank top
clinging to his sweaty torso. It was obvious he had just finished a great
deal of exercise. Young, light brown chest hair swam in moisture above the
cloth of his shirt. My eyes returned to his when he spoke, "Professor
Terry?"

We said our customary hellos, and I told Trent how well he had grown since
our class seven years ago.

"I'm in a basketball program at W. Travis University, but we use the gym
here at the high school while the girls' team has the court back at the
university. We're too deep in the season to miss a practice. When I saw you
in the classroom, I was keeping my fingers crossed that you'd remember
me. I... I was wondering if, you know ... you had a few minutes."

He talked about some of his favorite assignments in my class back then. We
laughed as we reminisced over some memorable moments. Trent looked around
the room, commenting on things that were still different and what had
changed. He was handsome. I hadn't really said that about anyone in a
while.

"I'm sure you didn't know this, but you were my favorite class in all of
high school," he said.

I told him I was honored by the compliment. I asked about his parents and
how they were. He conveyed they were healthy and doing well. I was not
aware that his family had moved near the end of his junior
year. Toomerville was only about another 50 miles northward, but he missed
the larger city. Jackson Bend was by no means a gigantic metropolis, but it
had more to offer than a small town without a doubt. A college town has
some benefits. I slowly ran my fingers through my beard as I listened to
Trent share his thoughts.

Then he went silent. He looked out the window and then turned back toward
me. Trent looked intensely at my face. He wanted to say something. I could
tell he was nervous. For a moment, I saw him tremble. I wondered if he had
gotten himself into some kind of trouble.

"I was hoping we could talk ... about ... something else. Do you have some
time?"

After making Trent comfortable with our time frame, he continued.

"Professor Terry, I hope you don't mind me being so open, but I always felt
I could talk to you."

I thanked him for his trust and confidence. Trent paused. He looked down,
almost afraid to speak. He started to say something, then his face twisted
almost in pain. A drop of sweat poured from his light brown hair, traveled
over his cheek and down his neck.

"This is sort of embarrassing," he said softly. "But I'm really confused,
and I'm desperately needing to talk to somebody. There's the counselor at
school, but he's too close to my family."

He looked at me to see if I was listening, and my firm stare apparently
conveyed that I was.

"I'm just waking up every day almost scared to get out of bed."

"What's wrong, Trent?" I asked, showing that I was concerned. "Are you in
any trouble?"

"No. Not that. Can I confide in you? I just need to talk. I just need to be
completely open with someone. I don't know where to turn. I just feel
helpless; it's ... it's scary. I feel ... lost."

"I will keep anything you say just between us. You can trust me," I told
him, hoping it would calm him.

"Professor Terry, I kind of think, well, I really think ... I think I may
be a gay person."

At those words, my penis stirred within the confines of my boxer
shorts. Not ready to interject any commentary, I urged him to go on.

"I guess I've sort of known it for years, but I wasn't sure until these
basketball games. I find myself really staring at the guys. And showers are
really tough. I know you aren't a counselor, and I'm sorry to lay this on
you, but I'm a mess inside. I was so horny today: I knew I couldn't be in
the locker room and not get a hard-on," Trent said, continually lowering
his voice. "Man, I have one right now just talking about it. I'm
sorry. That sounds weird to say out loud, but my mind is spinning. I seem
so lost and kind of scared. I don't know what to do. That's why I came in
to talk to you. I knew I couldn't go in the locker room. I ... I just
wanted to be honest for once. I feel so alone. I'm terrified to say
anything to my friends at school. I feel they will judge me — or worse,
make fun of me."

I got up to shut the door to make sure this conversation remained private,
even though the halls were completely empty. I was completely surprised by
his confidence in me. I remembered those times. I wanted him to know I was
serious about listening to his concerns, but it was something that has
never come up in my years of teaching.

"Sorry," he said. "I'm being too honest. I've just had so much built up
inside. I should go."

"No. Don't worry about that. It's okay. You're okay. I don't mean to get
personal, Trent," I responded, "But it seems you're placing trust in me
— and I appreciate that. You are being very open. Can I do the same?"

He nodded. The pain on his face conveyed embarrassment, desperation and
anxiety.

"Can I ask if you have had any experience with other men?" I inquired.

"Sex, you mean?" he bluntly replied. "Man, this is so embarrassing. Not
much. At the end of my sophomore year in college, a guy talked me into
sleeping with him. I did it out of curiosity, I guess. It lasted a few
days, then he blew me off. It really left me depressed. And confused. That
summer I tried my hardest not to think about it. I was not in a good place
after that, and I tried to just ignore all my feelings for the last couple
of years. I figured it was a phase. I think I really tried hard to convince
myself that I wasn't gay, and I didn't want to be gay after that
situation. But I was kidding myself."

"How are you sure? You're still fairly young," I said. "These are the years
that people your age really start to sort things out."

"I think it was `sorted' for me. To be blunt, it was extremely difficult
getting ... you know," he whispered, "... an erection ... thinking of
women. But when my thoughts turned to men ..." his voice lowered
again. "...particularly naked men, it all became obvious. Hard as a rock
— like that." He snapped his fingers.

I was pleasantly shocked at how blatantly open Trent was being with me. I
wasn't so much a stranger, but someone who he didn't have much to lose if I
didn't like what I had heard. I hadn't interjected much. I could tell he
just needed to get some feelings out. I just let him talk. I thought that
was what he needed to do, to confide in someone. I could never have been
this brave to talk to a teacher. I was 30, significantly older than
students his age. His courage to talk to me was admirable. But how much
could I offer?

"Oh my gosh. I'm just saying anything to you. It's like a dam has
burst. I've just had this bottled up for so long. SO long. I've always felt
you cared about your students. I hope I am not making you uncomfortable. I
know you're not a counselor or anything. I should probably
go. Mr. Terry. Do you think bad of me?" he asked.

"No. Not at all. You are who you are. Everyone is. We all are who we are. I
certainly will respect your confidence in me. Sometimes just being open is
helpful when something is weighing heavily on you. I'm a bit surprised by
your frank honesty but also appreciative of your trust. When something is
bottled up inside, it helps to finally get it out. You say you don't want
to go to the university counselor?"

"No. He's known my parents for years. He's a friend of the family. I'm too
embarrassed to talk to him. He might tell Mom and Dad, too.  " "Counselors
don't do that. They keep all discussions private."

"I just don't know where to turn or what to do. I don't know who to trust,
and I was hoping you would listen." Trent paused for a long
moment. "Um. I... I hope this isn't the wrong thing to say ... if it is,
I'm really sorry... but Professor Terry, are you ... are you gay?" he
asked.

Damn. There it was. A question any gay teacher worries will someday be
asked. I paused. My mind darted back and forth on how to approach
this. Finally, I felt I could answer.

"Trent, since you've been very open with me and have shown trust in me, I
too will be honest with you," I answered. "Yes, I have been in
relationships with a few men before. You understand that in my profession,
teachers must keep their lives very private. Particularly one such as
this."

"Oh definitely. I completely understand."

I felt slightly hypocritical for saying what I did. I knew things had
become more accepting in the past years. People had fought for
equality. Same sex marriage is legal, so the law would stand on my side if
my private life became known, but I still knew it only took one false
allegation from a parent or student and my career could become extremely
disrupted. I shouldn't be that fearful, but I felt it was just easier to
keep things private. Talking openly to Trent was a fairly big step for
me. Only a couple of teachers even knew I was gay. I think. Hopefully, our
discussion here won't come back to bite me in some way. Trent seemed
trustworthy. But I immediately started questioning the risk.

"Good," I said. "Say, how about we get out of here and continue this
conversation elsewhere. Maybe over a drink?" I turned. "You are 21, right?"

"Yeah. In fact, I turn 22 in two months," he said. "Sure, I've got time. I
imagine you need to finish things up, and I'll head back to the locker room
and shower. I'm pretty sure the other guys are out by now. I really don't
know how to even act. I feel like a three-year-old sometimes. This was
helpful. It will really help to talk some more. Thanks. I'm sorry to have
bothered you. I know you have work to do."

"It's fine. I'll meet you in the gym shortly," I said.

After Trent left, I rushed to finish my day's work. I had two papers
left. They may not have received as thorough of a review as the rest of the
class, but I was done for the night.

As I headed toward the gym, I questioned why I offered to go out for
drinks. That was kind of odd for a teacher to offer. Did I have some
ulterior motive? Was it just because he was a handsome young, gay man? Was
it because it had been months since I'd even thought about seeing another
man? I hadn't admitted until recently that I had gone so long; I've just
kept to myself since the breakup. Yes, it hurt. But I've been cut off for
too long. Maybe during spring break I can think about getting back into the
scene. Plans with the family won't take up the whole week. Maybe I should
put myself back out there.

I entered the gym. It was deserted. The door slammed behind me. It occurred
to me that I hadn't even been in the gym for some time. I crossed the
basketball court and my footsteps echoed in the emptiness on the court. I
went down the hallway into the men's shower room. Although the locker room
was quiet, I could hear water running in the showers. Even though it was
now practically empty, there was still almost a tangible moisture in the
air. Even on its best days, a locker room was rather dank and cold,
bordered in concrete floors and steel lockers.

I stepped around the corner to see Trent in the steamy spray, the water
pouring down his backside. His ass was beautiful. I'd always been partial
to a firm, round ass. Trent had his head slightly tilted back and his right
arm was pulling violently on his hardened cock. He grunted quietly. From
that angle I could not see his entire organ, but it was obvious it was
larger than mine. Not wanting to embarrass him, I silently stepped back
around the corner and called to him letting him know of my presence in the
area.

"I'll be right there."

Seeing a younger man touch himself like that was arousing. I tried my
hardest to not think about that. Being in a setting that just screamed
"male" didn't make it any easier. I sat on a bench near the only open
locker I saw. Our school's locker room was dated. Compared to what he was
used to at the university, this had to be a real step backward. The humid
conditions had rusted many of the number plates on the lockers. The
numerals weren't even recognizable on a few.

The sound of the water stopped. Within seconds Trent rounded the corner
wall and walked over to me dripping wet. His cock was an iron pipe. He
grabbed his towel hanging in the open locker. He seemed unconcerned that I
could clearly see his erection.

"Ah. I feel so much cleaner now," he said as he rubbed the towel through
his hair.

During the time he was drying off, his erection never waned. It commanded
my attention a few feet from my face. Trent saw me looking. I darted my
glance away. I was momentarily embarrassed. He didn't seem to mind. I
couldn't pretend I didn't see it. I wondered if he had wanted me to see it.

"Nice," was the only answer I knew to say, softly but honestly. I was kind
of embarrassed for even saying it. It was visually ideal, as dicks go.

Trent didn't seem interested in turning his nakedness from me. He smiled at
me, and I returned my stare at his stiff rod. I was hypnotized by its
beauty, its masculinity, its commanding strength. We looked at each
other. If his gaze said anything, it was "I like you looking at it."
Certainly, I shouldn't be doing that. I needed to think of something to
say. Anything. My brain had turned off. I was trance like.

"It's hard not to look in this place, isn't it?" he softly asked. "You can
see why I have issues being in here with the guys."

"I'm sure it's tough not to look."

"You have no idea." He let out a big sigh. "There are times that I ... I
would do anything just ... just to reach out and touch someone. At night, I
sometimes think about one of them touching me. What that would feel
like. God. I feel so lost, not knowing how to act, how to feel. Does it get
better?"

"Yes. It does. You'll see."

He stepped a few feet closer. His dick was so close. He clenched his
muscles to make it jump. It was an invitation. There was no doubt he was
offering it to me. He wanted me to touch it. He had thought about it for so
long, he was pleading for it to happen. Did he feel this was appropriate?
Or did he just throw caution to the wind? What was this innocent college
kid thinking would happen?

I needed to get out of here. I had to distance myself from this. This was
too dangerous. I had to leave.

I didn't move. I just stared.

How am I in this situation? We were just TALKING 20 minutes ago. To go any
further could be career suicide. It's beyond the scope of forgiveness —
right here in the school! Yet, this kid wants me to take his dick. It's
beautiful. It's RIGHT THERE. Heaven knows I want it. It's been too long for
me. How could I resist? But I needed to. I had to.

My heart beat faster being suddenly dropped in this situation. I tried to
stay calm. I was the adult. I wasn't in a situation I couldn't control.
Trent could tell I was indecisive. I was sure my expression indicated I
wanted to touch it. He nodded to me in the simplest way possible, and then
he took a few steps closer.

"Please?" he whispered.

He was right next to me. It was within my reach. Damn! All common sense and
any inhibitions ceased to exist. I told myself this wasn't a kid; this
wasn't a student. Trent was now a man. My hand reached up. Trent moved
closer, just inches from my hand. Even as I reached for it, I couldn't
believe I was doing it. My fingers wrapped around the seven-inch phallus in
front of me. I gently stroked it. In turn, Trent sucked in a huge breath as
he felt my touch. As he slowly exhaled, there was the slightest moan in the
breath. He took his hand and touched the top of my head.

"You shouldn't worry about the guys. They would only be envious of this
masterpiece," I told him.

I'm not sure if it was from my touch or what, but it seemed even harder,
surpassing seven inches now. Not that I had experienced countless men's
bodies, but Trent's was the winner if it came to penis-judging contests.

"Two guys were still in here finishing up when I got back," he said. "One
of them noticed me staring. God, they were gorgeous. I think he started to
get a hard-on thinking I was watching. He had to have noticed my bulge."

I knew it was a risk. A dangerous risk. But how could I let go? I gently
stroked the entire length. Fuck.

"That feels nice, Professor Terry. I like it. I've just wanted someone —
some guy — to touch me. I guess this is how you know, huh? When
something happens and it is what you've been hoping for."

I knew I had to let go. This was job-ending territory. But ... I lowered my
head and slowly feathered my bearded cheek with his stone javelin. It was
wrong, but I continued doing it. Who was I?

"I shouldn't be doing this," I said. "This isn't right. We should stop."

"It's okay. I don't mind," he said calmly. "I was really jerking off just
before you came in." He stood quiet for what seemed like a long time.  "But
I prefer you doing the job. Thank you," he said quietly.

I don't know if I actually whispered, "My pleasure," or merely thought
it. I was entranced with his cock — his glorious, beautiful cock!! I
opened my mouth and guided his shaft in. My warm lips closed around his
enflamed dick. I clutched his buttocks with my hands; I pushed his manhood
as far into my throat as I could take it. It was one of my better talents I
suppose. My tongue probed even further to the hairy base of his cock. I
impressed myself that I had around seven inches of flesh engorged in my
mouth. Trent's hands lightly held my head, and he began thrusting his cock
in and out, slowly fucking my throat. His grunting began again, softly at
first and the volume increased. I thought my own cock was going to
explode. It was a virtual brick. I moaned as I continued engulfing his
organ.

Neither of us said anything. We just let the act happen. There was
something about Trent's aura that just melted.

My hands alternated from clutching his firm ass to exploring every inch of
his hairy muscular legs, now completely dry. Allowing every bit of both of
them to be experienced by my roaming touch, I found myself occasionally
tugging ever-so-slightly at the leg hair between my fingers. Every subtle
movement and touch, every breath, virtually every thought excited Trent
even more. His moaning had become quite loud, and even I myself had started
grunting in my heavy breathing. Feasting on his firm organ increased in
intensity, and my grip eventually fell to my own restrained bulge. I
grasped at my own erection through my pants. We enjoyed this for
minutes. Trent's moaning bordered on begging, and I thought he would come
at any second, yet he continued to thrust his hard shaft deep in my waiting
mouth. When he saw me feeling my crotch, he clutched my shoulders and
pulled me from his waist.

"I want you to take it out for me," he directed. "Will you let me see it?
Please? I'd like that."

So would I. With my mouth off his cock, I stared at it and licked the
underside of his steel dick with my tongue. My hands fumbled at working on
loosening my belt and ripping it off. My fingers released the button on my
pants and yanked the zipper of my fly open. My imprisoned bulge expanded
further within my boxers. With a gratifying gasp, I shoved both pants and
boxers down over my thighs eventually freeing my hardened rod. It felt like
a lead pipe as it bolted from my hairy crotch.

"This is wrong," I whimpered as the damp air of the locker room circled
around my crotch.

I should have been in utter disbelief at my behavior. Strangely, I
wasn't. This unplanned encounter had immediately consumed me.  "It's
okay. This is what I've thought about for so long. It's okay," he
said. "I'm okay."

I had become two people — one who couldn't stop and one who knew his
life was going through a car crash in slow motion. I pressed my organ to
his leg while my hands returned to his statuesque body, my left to his
cock, my right to his ass. My fingers ran between his legs and lightly up
the crevice space between his buttocks.

"Oh, yes," he cried, and my left hand began to stroke him harder, pumping
his cock wildly. I buried my face in his ass. My tongue probed the firmness
of his taut buns and the depth of his hole. He moaned. My organ
rhythmically thrust itself into his leg, rubbing the hardness of my
erection against his toned limbs. With increased vigor, I jerked his dick
with even stronger momentum.

His cock was magnificent. I've never overly cared what a lover may have,
but this was a virtual stranger. I was servicing a man I hardly knew. What
had happened to me? Why was I enjoying this so much? I pulled on his
erection harder and harder. The lust of the moment kept suppressing my
better judgement.

Trent moaned. The words "YES! Oh, God, YES!" repeated in a sexual chorus.

He had been working on his erection before I even entered the gym. I feared
Trent was bound to come any moment, and I didn't wish to see his ecstasy
spill to the floor. I whirled him around, shoved my middle finger up his
ass, sending Trent into a primal frenzy. Thrusting his torso up and down
himself, he rode my penetrating probe. I was pumping his cock
relentlessly. Trent increased his volume so loudly that for the first time
I thought someone might hear us — anyone in the building. Perhaps that
intensified the ferocity of my pounding stimulation. I could tell Trent was
at the brink of sexual climax. His deep guttural moans communicated there
was no holding back. I quickly debated whether I wanted to swallow his joy
or let him come all over my face. I decided I wanted my mouth around his
throbbing mast one more time. His red penis lurched as I took it whole once
again.

"I'm almost there." He panted. His body tensed to fully unleash. Trent
groaned, "Oh, I'm cominnnnnnng" in an almost unrecognizable language.

I soon felt the scorching liquid down the back of my throat. I grabbed his
ass and rammed his crotch to my face. His balls slammed against my chin and
my nose became lost in his tangle of pubic hair. Trent continued to spurt
fire inside me in a deep, grunting orgasm. His breathing remained heavy as
he continued to pump my throat, milking his balls long after there was
nothing left to give. Finally, his body, devoid of strength following the
immense orgasm, collapsed on my frame. Reacting quickly, I held him and
gently guided him to the floor.

Trent stared up at me. We didn't say anything for a moment. Finally, he
broke the silence. "That was incredible. I think it was the most intense
orgasm I've ever had. I wasn't expecting this when I came to see you. You
surprised me. But I really liked that. Wow. Wow, thank you Mr. Terry."

I looked down over him and smiled, conveying that I was glad without
actually saying the words. I shouldn't have been. It was all a huge
mistake, but I was in the middle of it. It seemed pointless to turn back.

But now what? He had come. What feelings would hit him any second? Shame?
Embarrassment? Guilt? We were in an unequal splinter in time.

"I want you to come all over my chest," Trent requested quietly as he
looked up at me from the hard floor.

I pulled off my clothes, and Trent slid a towel under his head. I leaned
over him. The concrete was hard and cold, but I didn't care. Trent spread
his legs, and I maneuvered my dick to rub against his. My new partner
reached up and grabbed both of our cocks together, stroking them slowly
... rubbing, squeezing, grinding. Even though his hard-on was leaving him,
his warm penis against mine felt wonderful. He released his prick and it
rested sideways along his hip. Trent began to work on my sturdy pole. I
leaned down to run my fingers through his hair. I blocked out that he was a
former student. All I could realize was this younger, hot man was
pleasuring me.

"Ahhh," he sighed and stroked my meat harder. "I love your hairy chest."

God, that sounded amazing to me. I reached down and caressed the side of
his neck and cheek with the back of my hand.

Releasing my cock, he moved me forward and spread my legs to straddle his
torso. My arms held me up as my pelvic thrusting rubbed my cock to his
body, fucking his lightly hairy chest. Trent grabbed my ass firmly and
gripped my buttocks in sensual massage. I liked it.

"Come on me. Come all over me," he pleaded.

My thrusting continued rubbing my dick from his navel to his upper
chest. My moans were steady, my breathing deep. It had been so long since I
had sex. It was like I had almost forgotten how good it felt.

"Please come on my chest," he begged of me.

"Jerk my cock for me," I replied.

He reached down to grab it. He started yanking on my erection slowly at
first and then with more energy. My moans increased. I sounded like some
grunting animal. Trent's other hand explored my backside, and he leaned up
to taste my now-glistening chest. My senses were enflamed like I hadn't
experienced in months. As I drew closer to coming, our volume got louder.

Then it happened.

The sound of a door slammed. We heard footsteps crossing the gym, and our
eyes grew huge as we gazed at each other. Damn. Both of us worried about
our reputations. Mine would be particularly on the line. There was no time
to dress. We threw my clothes in the locker and both hid in the
shower. Wait! Was that a good idea? Would being found completely naked with
each other do us in? We turned on the water to make it a more natural, a
more plausible situation. Whoever it was would doubtfully come around the
wall, right? We couldn't be sure. We froze listening for any sound. I
debated whether the sound of the shower would announce our presence, but
the thought of being caught without any pretense would have been undeniably
worse. It would be the end of my job. We stood in the spray. The heat of it
didn't help my erection to go down. I had been so close to coming. It still
throbbed, even in panic. Trent's cock still looked big. Beautifully big.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him from behind, kissing his neck.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

Trent brought his arms up to clutch mine. My dick jumped and pressed
against his ass crack. I released him as we heard the footsteps in the
locker room.

"Trent! Are you back there?" a man called out.

My heart stopped beating.

"Uh, yeah," my handsome former student returned.

"The guys want to move the practice next Monday from 5:00 to 7:00. Is that
okay with you?"

As Trent carried on a conversation around the wall, I let my finger run up
his ass. Exploring ever so lightly the delicate crevice, I could feel Trent
step backward accepting my touch. It was too tempting; I pressed against
him and allowed my steel dick to caress his ass. I heard Trent breathe
heavy. I could touch the soap, and I got a bit of lather on my finger and
let it slip into Trent's puckered hole. He inhaled for what seem felt like
forever.

This was cruel. He was hiding. I was hiding. But this body was amazing.

I put two fingers inside him. My fear had been replaced by lust. He
shimmied his hips, wriggling on the pleasure of my fingers penetrating his
most private passage. As the two young men made routine scheduling
statements, I continued to finger fuck Trent. His breathing was
heavier. Living in the moment, I eradicated all caution — all common
sense — from my mind, and I gently positioned my rod in the crack of his
ass. This was not something I'd do without his approval. He felt it waiting
and nodded yes. His hands reached back and pulled us tighter. Slowly and
gently, I entered him.

Trying not to yell, Trent blurted out, "See you later, Lance."

We left the water on. I grabbed his hips and forced my cock further up his
waiting channel. Feeling comfortable that Lance had walked far enough away,
Trent released the moaning that he had been forced to contain. We
maneuvered around to where Trent leaned against the wall. The shower spray
hit the back of my neck and cascaded down by backside. I wrapped my arms
around him and continued to pump my cock inside him. It started slowly. It
felt nice. It felt good. I increased my speed. I pushed into him further
and fucked him faster still, as if to punch a hole through the lust
barrier.

I grunted. The groaning eventually growled into "Yes!" Trent echoed the
same. Back and forth we uttered that affirmative response intermingled with
about every vowel sound. It connected us; we knew we were enjoying each
other's bodies.

Anal sex wasn't usually my thing, but Trent seemed to enjoy it —
enthralled with it, if I were to be honest. I think that made me enjoy it
all the more.

He felt good in front of me. I kept one arm embraced around him, the other
had slid down the side of his body and reached down and grasped his dick
once more. It was swollen hard again, as hard as it was before. I felt like
I was at the brink of heaven, and I yanked at his meat as I rammed my own
in him harder and harder. I let go to grab his hips with a vice-like grip
and slam my balls against his ass. My body shuddered. I threw my head back
and savagely growled as my throbbing pipe shot stream after stream of
man-cum into his tunnel. Trent was gasping with heavy breaths as my body
pounded into his. My orgasm was so intense, I was mentally pleading for it
to never stop. Eventually, the liquid stopped escaping from my feverish
dick. I hugged Trent from behind once again, my cock still inside him.

"Ohhh my God." I whispered in his ear. "Thank you."

We stood silent in the spray for a moment. My arms were still wrapped
around him. We contemplated on what just happened. We stood still, neither
of us saying anything.

The silence was broken.

"Room for one more, guys?"

We both bolted upright! Startled beyond belief, I wanted to scream. Like
deer in headlights, we momentarily froze.

With a big sigh, Trent introduced us. "Lance, Mr. Terry. Professor Terry,
Lance."

The two of them stared at each other. All of us scrambled to say the right
thing. It was hell. Within a moment, the terror of the situation
subsided. Lance did not seem to be a threat. He stood before us completely
naked as well. He smiled at us. I, on the other hand, probably had my jaw
open. I witnessed the biggest cock I had seen in my life. Size has never
been a big thing to me. It's just whatever. But here, in person, so close
... I couldn't help but gape at the enlarging phallus before me. It had to
be beyond eight inches. Cut, but still thick. I always liked my own
dick. It was not as beefy as these two younger men, but still close to six
inches when hard, so I was fine with it. Again, size wasn't a thing with
me.

I had just pulled my erection from Trent's ass a minute ago, but with this
monument in front of me, I felt my penis stir once again.

"I hope I'm not interrupting, but I thought you guys might want some
company," Lance told us.

Trent reached for Lance's cock. With a firm grip around the massive rod,
Trent pulled Lance to him and answered, "It's about time."

Lance kissed Trent on the lips gently. He was momentarily startled. He
pulled back and gazed into Lance's eyes. Then moved forward and accepted it
comfortably, returning the kiss with a little more force. I watched as
these two young men groped at each other's toned bodies. I was astonished
at how hard it made me again — that fast. I yanked my pole as I watched
the show.

"I want you to fuck me like Professor Terry," I heard Lance say to Trent.
"Um. Okay. You'll be my first," he responded.

"Seriously? Well... wow. I'm honored."

Trent's dick was definitely up to the task. Lance turned to the wall but
turned off the water. He reached for a little shower gel and slicked up his
hole. Trent added a tad to his revived erection and positioned himself
behind Lance. He shot me a look. It was a mix of surprise, glee and
uncertainty. I gave him a nod to convey I understood his "Holy cow!"
expression. However, my role in this trio seemed awkward.

Timidly, the head of his cock found Lance's hole. Lance let out a small
"mmm" of approval. Gently, Trent moved in further. Lance's body tensed, his
eyes squinted and teeth clenched. He exhaled a deep breath. Trent had
paused, but before he could ask if things were okay, Lance's body relaxed,
and he moved back pushing another inch of shaft inside him. With that,
Lance moaned. Carefully, Trent began moving in and out of Lance's ass. Both
of them started moaning in quick sounds. Not words, more just an "ungh." As
they echoed each other, it bordered on musical. But it got louder. As one
increased his volume, the other followed. Soon it sounded like a couple of
barking dogs.

I couldn't just simply stand and watch any longer. I got to my knees for
worship of this beautiful cock. Kneeling below him, I grabbed Lance's
swinging pendulum and guided it into my mouth. It did not fit as well as
Trent's dick. However, the sheer enormity of it excited me. As I struggled
to swallow on this massive rod, I momentarily questioned what I was
doing. I was slurping on the organ of a man I had never seen. Even after an
orgasm earlier, what was possessing me to act like this? Who was I? What
kind of person had I become? I was ending my career. How could it not?

"Fuck, yeah," he said to me as he was being pleasured on both sides.

I grabbed the base of his dick and worked it over while still sucking the
first inches. When it was fully hard, I began to speculate that this
monster cock had to be nine inches. Being ashamed that I was so driven and
entranced by sheer size, I still engulfed this stranger's masculine beast
with my mouth. Interlocked like a circus act, the three of us moved in
rhythm. Lightly teasing his shaft with my teeth, I could feel Lance's cock
stir dramatically. I grasped the base harder and began jerking him harder
and harder. While much harder to work into my mouth, his dick was fun to
grip.

Lance moaned. Trent moaned. I moaned.

For minutes, Trent kept ramming his cock into Lance. Had he not come just
20 minutes ago, I think he would have been pushed to the brink by now, but
he kept pounding like a true athlete. Trent got louder, almost screaming.

He called out Lance's name. "I'm going to come in you!"

Trent shot the load of his second orgasm deep inside Lance.  Lance in turn,
screamed, "Do it. I'm gonna come too."

Releasing the invited captive from my mouth and stimulating the cock with
wild ferocity, I aimed it at my face. Lance's first shot of cum hit my
cheek with such force. It was a blast of thick, hot liquid that announced
his orgasm. Then a second. I turned my face to let a third go into my
throat. I took it in my mouth again to suck him dry. Eventually I felt the
last of his thick cum ooze down to my tongue. He was spent.

"Oh, yeaaaahh," Lance said quietly as he let his dick slide from my mouth.

We didn't say much for a few minutes. I stood to grab some soap to wash
Lance's cum from my face and we all rinsed ourselves. With soapy suds,
Lance playfully massaged Trent's ass. Grabbing his shoulders, Lance turned
Trent to him and kissed him. Holding him close, the two stood in the
pouring water as the last of the suds rinsed from their bodies. Lance
reached behind him to turn off the water. I simply watched.

"That. Was. Hot." Lance whispered in Trent's ear.

"Yeah," he returned.

The three of us shared one towel. I did my best with the damp towel to
absorb the water off my body. As I reached for my clothes, Lance fondled my
cock and gave me a wink. It was its typical three inches now that it wasn't
hard. The heat of the moment had passed. I didn't like him touching it. I
immediately felt trapped in a world of damnation of my own making.

I began slipping into my clothes, which were a bit wrinkled now. Neither of
them seemed too eager to get dressed. In fact, they briefly talked
basketball — naked. I sat back and just looked at two gorgeous younger
men before me. I was able to see them both without their
erections. Beautiful cocks regardless. Beautiful men overall. What an
insane afternoon. How did this happen? How did this happen to me?? I could
never have fathomed this in a million years.

The reality struck me across the face like a two-by-four. What had I done?!
If this got out, my job was over. What was I thinking? This had to stay a
secret. I captured my breath, trying to remain calm. I did my best to
suppress my panic. In a period of one hour I had made such a critical
mistake. What should I do from here? Did I insist that they not tell
anyone? Would that sound like a threat? Surely neither of them would think
to blackmail me. They seemed innocent, just playing around. Horny, college
guys. Oh my God! I was a total wreck. They were completely relaxed. Had
being alone these past months really made me this foolhardy? I'm a good
teacher. How could I have just thrown my career away in the course of one
hour? I was in silent terror as my mind and heart raced. I was going to be
fired for sure. It would get out.

They decided to get dressed.

Lance asked how we knew each other. Trent explained that he was a former
student. Dear heavens, that just sounded insane. Filthy, disgusting. There
was no way to make that sound okay. Even if we were consenting adults, it
just didn't seem right.

We all brushed and combed our hair.

Before leaving us, Lance looked as if he was going to walk past me. He
turned and kissed me on the cheek.

"So, you used to be Trent's teacher? Interesting. I wish I had a teacher as
cool as you," he whispered in my ear.

And with that, Lance headed out.