Date: Wed, 28 Apr 2021 07:40:40 -0500
From: timothylane414@gmail.com
Subject: Adult Friends, Extracurricular Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

I made us oatmeal and topped it with fresh fruit. We had eaten quite a bit
last night. We sat down to a simple breakfast.

Trent was going to be away from the apartment for the whole weekend. I
thought about his roommates. Kevin was aware of Trent's sexuality — he
had caught us in the act after all. I wasn't sure if Trent really wanted
the other roommate to know.

"Do you think you will open up to ... Paul? ... soon?" I asked.

"Maybe. If we are both there tomorrow night, I probably will. It's not like
we are there a lot together. He's nice enough, but we don't seem like close
friends. The three of us really don't do a lot together. Occasionally we'll
go to the caf' at the same time, but that's about it. Still, I shouldn't
expect Kevin to have to keep it a secret for too long."

"Would there be any reason why Kevin should need to talk about it?"

"I suppose not. It's kind of big news though."

"Oooo. I like being big news," I said in comical tone.

Trent didn't really comment further.

"We have the game tonight. What do you need to get accomplished today?" I
asked.

"If I can read a chapter for one class, and do a little research online for
another, I should have some free time today. Let's do a quick run ... maybe
a shower together ... then I can knock out the work within a couple
hours. Maybe a lunch break squeezed in there. Does that work with you at
all? I'm sorry that I have so much work. I just want to get a little done
today and I'll really dive into the main load tomorrow night." He
paused. "Am I being too high maintenance?"

"Nope. I can go along with that."

Once dishes were placed in the dishwasher, we put on sweats for a morning
jog. The weather was clear, slightly cool and ideal for our time
outside. As we walked and jogged, we made occasional small talk — the
play, John, his upcoming research paper. I wanted Trent to know I was
truthfully interested in his life. He was easy to talk to. Occasionally he
would ask about my work. We reminisced about old assignments and things he
enjoyed writing and doing in my class. It was so quirky to think about him
as one of my students and also the boyfriend in my bed. It was like two
separate people almost.

I was not sure if I was enjoying these jogs any better, but I certainly
enjoyed the time with Trent. I felt they were doing me good. More exercise
is definitely something I was always intending to do but didn't commit to
anything. It seemed like Ethan and I got out more. It was odd that I didn't
really ever think about him much anymore. Our jog lasted almost an hour,
and we had worked up a healthy sweat.

In my bedroom, we both undressed. The two of us were exhausted, so arousal
wasn't even on the table. I think it was the first time we were both naked
with neither of us being hard — or even getting a hard-on. Our dicks
were in their natural state. Trent's was bigger than mine; it hung nicely.

I turned on the shower. Once it warmed up, I stepped in.

"Ahhh," I called out as the warm water washed over me.

Trent joined me and did the same. We continued talking as we showered. As
we lathered each other up, we continued to carry on simple
conversation. Sex didn't seem to be a focus, even though both of us got
erections when each of us was soaping and rinsing the other's genitals. We
were gently playful, but nothing heavy.

I didn't always shave on the weekends, but as I was going to be in public,
I wanted my beard neatly trimmed for the evening. Trent shaved at the sink
next to me. I asked if he had ever grown a moustache or beard before.

"Naahh. I don't think it would look good on me. However, it might with a
beard. I've never really tried, but my facial growth has really come in
during the last two years. What do you think?"

"I think you'd be sexy as hell no matter what. We'll have to try it
someday. Maybe over spring break or something. You're just handsome no
matter what," I said, leaning over to kiss him and to lightly cup my hand
on his ass cheek.

He stopped and stared at himself in the mirror. I assumed he was trying to
picture it. We stood there grooming in front of the mirror. Neither of us
were hard anymore, but there was something that I liked about that. It was
just us, regular guys, a couple. I was admitting to myself that being a
couple again felt good.

Trent looked in his bag.

"Damn."

Then he walked to my dresser and opened a drawer. He pulled out a pair of
my boxers and put them on. He noticed me staring at him.

"What are you ...?" I inquired.

"I forgot to pack underwear. I know I fit into yours."

I was slightly taken aback that he didn't ask or say anything. It truly was
like we were a couple. And I still loved seeing him in my boxers. It's just
underwear, but I find it adorable. I put on a pair. He walked over to get
his phone. Then he walked to me and held it up, aiming down at us.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I just want a picture of us this way. We don't have a lot of pictures of
us. We need to take more."

"Okay, but no social media!! It's silly stuff like that that can get me
fired."

I smiled. He smiled and he clicked off a couple.

"I'm serious, okay?"

"I totally understand," he assured me.

He pulled on a T-shirt of some rapper I didn't know. I rolled my eyes and
felt kind of old. Grabbing a book, he headed for the couch, not fully
dressed.

"If I can knock this out right now, I think we could do a lunch break
between 12:30 and 1. Does that work?"

"It does," I said, coming out of the bedroom fully dressed, but still
barefoot. I had a polo and a pair of jeans on.

Walking into the kitchen, I poured us both a glass of iced tea. I left mine
on the kitchen table and walked his glass over to him.

"Here you go, babe."

"Thanks, Mike," he said before giving me a small peck on the lips.

I tried to leave Trent alone for an hour. As quietly as I could, I started
laundry, paid some bills and looked through some of last Sunday's paper
that I never got to. Sunday seemed a lifetime ago. It seems like so much
had happened with Trent and me since then. The sun hit through the window
as he continued reading. He turned to where the light further illuminated
his book. For a moment I just watched him, peering from the kitchen. He was
a good kid. Such a hard worker. Occasionally he would reach for a pencil
and scribble a note in the margin. As I continued to watch him, I wondered
again if we could last. He was so much younger. Was I just a first big
crush? Or did we really have something? He's bound to be hit on by other
guys on campus once word gets around. Would he still want to be with
someone my age? How many hunky gay guys are there on campus? Okay, I needed
to stop this. I opened up my laptop and started working on some lessons.

"Done!" he said 40 minutes later, slamming his book closed with a "whop."

"I was thinking about tacos for lunch. How about Señor Miguel's?" I
asked.

"LOVE Señor Miguel's! Sold."

Fifteen minutes later we were scarfing down tacos out on the patio of the
local taco haunt. The weather was ideal. It was warm enough to toy with
wearing shorts, but Trent had not packed any. I just kept my jeans on. The
two of us talked about our favorite places to eat around town.

For the first time, Trent asked for my advice about coming out to his
parents. Before I could answer ...

"Trentski!!" a voice yelled from behind us.

We both turned.

"Brett! How are you, man?"

The gentlemen gave each other a simple hug.

"How are you doing in your accounting classes? I know they were killing you
last semester," Trent said.

"Fine. Not great, by any means, but better than I was doing in the fall,"
Brett said as he turned my direction. "Are you ... Mr. Terry?"

"Um, yes, I am. Michael Terry. Call me Mike."

"I didn't have your class. I had Ms. Simmons across the hall. But I saw you
all the time, and Trent thought you were the coolest teacher ever. He
really looked up to you. How cool that the two of you bumped into each
other," Brett said.

Trent didn't add anything. Instead, he talked about last night's
play. Brett said he had tickets for Sunday. They reminisced about a few
friends from high school. Soon, Brett looked at the time.

"Gonna grab a refill and then meet Gina to help her in her painting
class. That should be thrilling. Great to see you, Trentski. You too,
Mr. Terry."

He snapped a selfie of the three of us. We waved goodbye.

"So. Didn't feel like introducing me as your lover, Trentski?" I said with
a smile.

"Ha," he drolly responded. "Nah. If someone is a close friend, I feel okay
being upfront with them. Why give details to someone I hardly ever see?
Plus, if it is a friend from high school, and I'm dating one of my
teachers, it's kind of ... weird. At least probably in their eyes."

"I understand."

I understood too well. It is weird. We've somehow glossed over it. Yet, I
just don't see Trent as a student. He's a man now. But did the world see it
like we do? Could they?

"What's your afternoon like?" I asked.

Trent's eyes looked upward. His tongue pressed into his cheek. He was
thinking, evaluating.

"Guh. I want us to have some quality time together. But I need to really
dive in on this research paper. It's not due until right after spring
break, but I still have the bulk of the major stuff to deal with. I need to
at least start — seriously start."

"Welllll," I began, "... if that quality time is undressed, I'll be happy
to leave you alone to work. I'll even help if I can."

He gave me a wry smile and then took a slurp of his Diet Coke. "Quality
time. Yes."

Once back home I took a swig of mouthwash. Trent did the same.

"When did you make the bed?" he asked.

"While you were reading," I said.

We took a break laying on the bed. We kissed for a few minutes. We groped
each other a bit but didn't take off any clothes. We kissed some more.

"I should get back to work, but all I can think about is you being hard in
those jeans," he said.

"Your call. Whatever you want."

And there stood Trent, in my boxers. Loved it. Then there stood Trent, out
of my boxers. Loved it.

Twenty minutes later Trent was ejaculating in my mouth. He was groaning as
his cock was pulsing, spurting the last drops of his passion onto my
tongue. He pulled his organ from my mouth.

"No, put it back," I said.

He was naked. I still had my jeans on, just pulled below my waist. I
continued to literally suck on his anatomy as I worked at finishing my
efforts on mine. My fist jerked my stiff flesh while my tongue explored
Trent's. His dick lost some of his firmness just as I was nearing my
climax. As I moaned, it reverberated through his skin concealed in my
mouth. My cum was soon all over my chest. He quickly pulled from me and
licked a large portion of it around my nipple. It tickled following my
orgasm.

He laid next to me. He grabbed my hand and snuggled his body up to
mine. Cum was working its way through the hair on my chest.

We laid there without saying anything for a few moments.

"You are now free to study," I said breaking the silence.

He laughed.

"Uhh ... you're kind of a mess. We should clean up first."

A warm washcloth got most of our passion from my body. I got fully
dressed. Trent only put on the boxers and went into the living room on the
couch. He opened his laptop and then headed into the kitchen for some iced
tea. I left him alone and permitted him to get to work.

I looked at him being so undressed. It was impressive how comfortable Trent
had become around me. At his age, I didn't think I would be so casual with
others. I tried to remember being undressed around anyone at that age. Sex
was confined to a bed. I was never without too many clothes around people
until I actually moved in with someone. I wondered if the two of us could
ever live together. But it was way too soon to be thinking of such
things. I doubted if we could even last. I kept wondering when that shoe
would fall. And even if we did, we wouldn't move in together until months
down the road. The man had just come out a couple of weeks ago. Still, I
was inspired by his courage.

About an hour into his study, I strolled into the living room.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"Sadly, no. Or at least, not yet. I don't know where I'd have you
start. Maybe at some point," he replied.

"Want anything to drink?"

"Some more tea would be wonderful. Thank you, hon'."

When I came back with a refreshed glass, Trent smiled at me and looked at
the kitchen table.

"What are you working on?" he asked me.

"Next week's lessons. I'm actually trying to work them up all the way to
spring break."

"Wow. I haven't even thought about spring break that much."

"Seriously?!" I asked, shocked. "Most kids start thinking about spring
break when they get back from Christmas break. No plans?"

"Is it pathetic that I have none? I know my parents want me home some. To
be honest, I'm buried alive in this semester's classes. I'm sure the bulk
of my time will just be finishing this paper."

"Well, I have good news and bad news," I started. "The bad news is I made
plans with my parents months ago to go with them out of state to see
relatives. I will not be able to see you at all. And that sucks. The good
news is I am leaving you alone so you can get done what you need to get
done."

"Hmm. What fun we could have had," he said in a trance. "Say, there is one
thing you can do for me right now."

"What?" I said, eager to help.

"Can you sit with me?"

"Meaning ... now? I won't be in the way?"

"I like your presence near me. Just don't bring guitars and tambourines or
anything."

"Well, damn. There goes that tuba solo I was working on," I said walking to
the kitchen to get my laptop.

I sat on the couch a few feet away from Trent. He looked at the rolled
throw blanket I had folded on the arm rest of the loveseat. He reached for
it and pulled it to him. Positioning a pillow behind him, he turned his
body perpendicular to mine. He told me to lift my laptop. When I complied,
he placed his feet in my lap and placed the blanket on top to form a
cushioned table. I sat the laptop back down. We both worked quietly, but
thanks to his move, we were connected. It was adorable. He was adorable. We
were adorable. A rush of happiness penetrated my body like adrenaline. It
went straight through my chest. Trent was filling my life with joy.

We worked for another hour. I felt really good about not only finishing my
work but creating lessons I thought would engage my classes as we
approached spring break. I needed to keep them focused as long as I
could. I knew spring fever was challenging once summer started to approach.

Closing my laptop, I began thinking about the evening.

"Done?" Trent asked.

"Yeah. How are you doing?"

"Eh. It was a START — a good start, which is what I needed to
happen. But it also let me know it was a mountain standing before me. This
paper is going to be grueling."

We continued to talk about his paper, its subject and what all he had to
do. It made me feel glad all those years were behind me. Then I realized
how far behind me. And I felt old again. However, this young man entered my
life and doesn't seem to think so. How did I get so lucky?

"I think I've gotten enough accomplished. And actually, I'm going to have
to start thinking about the game soon," he said.

"True."

"Do you want to grab a bite with me beforehand?" he asked.

"How much time will you have?"

"It will have to be fast," he said. "Soup and salad at Gracie's Garden
sounds good. I just can't be late for the game. I know 5:00 is kind of
early, but if you're willing ...?"

"I'd love to," I said.

I hadn't been to Gracie's Garden in a couple of years, but the place always
had a good selection of foods you felt pretty good about eating. Trent took
his own car. I walked over to his window to let him know I had arrived. He
rolled it down and we briefly kissed. Inside, we found a table over to the
side, which was good as we would be able to discuss anything.

"Tell me about the talk with Kevin," I started.

"Oh that. It went fine. Neither of us knew how to approach it, but as I
brushed my teeth, he stood behind me and apologized again. I told him I
knew he hadn't intended to barge in on us. Then he simply said he wanted me
to know that the whole `gay thing' wasn't an issue with him. One of his
uncles is gay and he loves him very much. It was just no big deal."

"He didn't want to know who I was?"

"Um, no," Trent said strangely.

"What are you not saying?"

"Nothing. He was just cool about it," Trent said with his eyes darting to
the side not looking at me directly.

"You suck at lying."

He was quiet. I continued to look at him saying nothing. Then he let out a
sigh.

"He said he only saw you for a second, but he thought you looked ... um
... older than me. He figured you weren't a student at the university and
wondered how I hooked up with you."

"Swell. Well, we can't fault him for his eyesight," I said as I shoved
spinach in my mouth with my fork.

"Don't be mad."

"I'm not. I AM older. What can I say?" I clumsily said with my mouth full.

We were quiet for half a minute.

"He also said I had a nice-looking dick."

I about spit out my drink. "He did not."

"Yeah. I should have been embarrassed, but I didn't even blush. I said,
`Thanks, dude.'"

"Again, we can't fault his eyesight."

A smiling smirk crossed Trent's face, and then he blushed.

"Guess what — I told one of my coworkers about you yesterday," I
announced.

"And ...?"

"She's happy for me."

"What all did you say?"

"Well, I didn't go into sordid details, but did share our incident in your
apartment."

"You did NOT!"

"Oh yes. She thinks the whole thing is a scandal. Me and a former student
... it just sounds like a breaking news story."

"Are we?"

I exhaled in a long bluster. "I don't think so. What could the school say?
It's my private life."

I took a bite of a bread stick.

"How-EV-er ..." I added, waving the breadstick like a pointer. "The locker
room scenario would have gotten me fired in a minute. Ugh. I'm a terrible
role model."

"Mike, when I went to your room, I wasn't looking for a role model or a
mentor, y'know. I needed a friend and hoped you would be one," Trent said.

"And I am. I will always be your friend. And hopefully more. You have
become much more to me in such a short time. Having you as my boyfriend has
made the last two weeks so ..."

"... yeah ...?"

"So amazing. So hot. So happy. Should I go on?"

"That's the start of a good list," he said.

"Are you friends with anyone on the basketball team?" I asked.

"Not super close. I have the same Psychology class with Aram and Avery. We
sit with each other, but we all have classes immediately following. We
usually talk about basketball for a few minutes before class starts."

"What about Lance?" I asked.

"Good grief, no," Trent immediately replied. "Lance was simply someone I
enjoyed looking at in the locker room. I don't get him. Like, now he flirts
with me, but I'll see him hanging out with girls, and I hear him in the
locker room talking about dates he's had."

"Maybe he's bisexual."

"Eh. Whatever. In my opinion, I think he just likes to occasionally get it
on with girls so his reputation of having a huge dick will continue to
spread," Trent observed.

That dick.

"I just don't find Lance ... I don't know ... honest. Hung? Yes. Good
looking? Yes. Also arrogant, fake and full of himself. I just don't see him
as a good friend. He seems very guarded. It's like he wants to be friends
sometimes and then keeps me at arm's length other times. I just don't get
him."

"Hm."

Soon Trent had to rush off to his game. I told him I would try to sit
somewhere around where I did last time. I didn't need to be there for about
90 minutes, so I darted home and graded the work I had brought for the
weekend. I poured a glass of iced tea and watched the weather before
heading over to the university.

I didn't see anyone I knew in the stands, not that I expected to. As I
worked my way over to where I wanted to sit, I saw some parents of a former
student who was also attending the university. I visited with them briefly
but didn't feel compelled to sit with them. I walked to almost the very
spot I had sat before. Attendance looked to be a little higher this
time. It must have been because of who the opposing team was, I supposed.

A few minutes later, both teams came out and started warming up. The sound
of numerous balls bouncing might be exciting to eager fans; I found it
annoying. But it was all part of the experience. As Trent practiced, he
looked up to see if I was there. We smiled at each other. Lance saw him
looking and tried to see what he saw. When he found me, he waved and
winked.

"Flirt," I quietly muttered under my breath.

He then whispered something to Trent. Hmm. What was he up to? Following
that, the two of them focused on why they were there. Over on the bench I
noticed someone in a sling. I had to assume that was John. I then felt kind
of bad that I hadn't inquired more about him. It is good that he could make
it.

The game was a good one. I don't know if it was because John was there, but
the team was on fire. Both teams looked quite good, but every time Trent's
team scored, they ran to John to get a high five. Nice. When Trent drained
a basket, my cheer was probably the loudest. After a few, I think he
started discerning my voice from the crowd. I saw a knowing smile cross his
face as he headed back down the court after scoring.

It was close, but Trent's team pulled out the win, taking the lead by
three. I was happy for him — and them. It's a lot of hard work. The
teamwork really seemed to gel tonight.

I walked to the sidelines after the game. Trent said several players were
going to a nearby bar. He asked if I would be interested in joining
them. That didn't sound very exciting, but the team just won, so I didn't
want to see Trent miss out on that moment. I conceded to go.

I met Trent in the parking lot at Jake's. It had been a college haunt for
more than a decade, primarily because of its location close to the
university. Because of all the people around, we didn't show any
affection. We walked in. Some players were with girlfriends, some were with
family and others just congregated in small groups. As we walked up, some
college friends of Trent's congratulated him and wanted a selfie with
him. I stepped aside. Fans and other students helped make the place pretty
full. Lance saw us. He was with someone, but two other people had walked
away freeing up two chairs. He waved us over. Ugh. Swell.

"Professor Terry, great to see you," he said, surprising me with a hug. In
his embrace, he whispered in my ear: "You look very yummy tonight."

"Down boy," I said back.

We flagged down a server and each of us ordered a beer.

"This is Jason," Lance said, introducing a friend.

We made pleasantries. Jason looked older than the rest of the team or
students in the place. I asked if he attended the university.

"Lord, no. I graduated five years ago," he said back.

My gaydar was going off like crazy. Jason was about 5'6" and was impeccably
dressed. He wasn't in formal dress, but everything about his clothing was
exceptional — designer shirt and jeans, both of them noticeably
pressed. A tiny gold chain hung in a little chest hair visible with two
buttons unbuttoned.

Our beers arrived.

"So how do you know Lance?" I asked.

"My family owns a chain of gyms. I manage the one two blocks from here."

"Do you work out together?" Trent asked.

"No, I do my workouts in my home. I was in the locker room one day and saw
Lance's dick. I knew right away I wanted to meet him."

"Well, that's brutally honest," I said before taking a gulp of
beer. Incredibly shallow as well, I thought.

"I know what I like," Jason said with an air of authority.

Lance stood there with a shit-eating grin. I turned the conversation to the
game and complimented both players for a job well done. Other team members
stopped by the table to visit now and then. It was nice to see everyone
celebrating, but I felt a bit out of the loop. Everyone just seemed
younger, and I didn't know anyone other than these two. Jason leaned across
the table.

"These boys are so young," he said to me softly. "They make me feel
ancient."

I gave a friendly nod. I know Trent heard what he said, and he turned his
back to the both of us.

A girl came by and hugged both Lance and Trent. They took selfies. Jason
chitchatted with Lance from time to time, but I got the distinct impression
that he was eager to ditch the bar.

"Hey gentlemen, I have a fully stocked fridge and a lot of snacks at
home. How about we do drinks at my place where it is quieter," he invited.

"Just us? Or is it a party?" I asked.

"Honey, anywhere I am is a party," Jason said. "But it's just us."

"Maybe for a ... little while ...?" Trent said, not turning him down, but
getting the impression I didn't want to be there long, if at all.

We got the address and both of us took my car. As we pulled out of the
parking lot, Trent stared at the GPS and said, "Eight minutes." We didn't
say much for a moment.

"Sooo ... what do we think of Jason?" I started.

"He's ... something. I'm sorry. I know you probably don't want to go. Maybe
just one drink?"

"I suppose. I don't want to stop you from visiting with a friend,
particularly after your team's win."

We did comment on Jason's taste, which was spot-on sharp. His clothes, his
hair, his shoes — everything gave the impression of high style of
someone well off. We turned into a development of some big houses. Even in
the darkness, it was easy to tell the yards were well kept. The landscaping
was meticulous. The directions led us through a few turns, and then we
pulled up at Jason's house. Like the neighborhood, it was nice.

Jason met us at the door.

"Welcome gentlemen," he said throwing his hands in the air and then kissed
each of us on the check.

We stepped in. Lance walked up to us.

"Thanks for coming guys."

Then he kissed Trent on the lips. Hey. Then he kissed me on the lips. Hey!

"Lance!" I said with a mother's scolding tone.

"What would you like to drink, fellas?" Jason offered, being the perfect
host.

"I'll have whatever beer you have," Trent said.

"I had a beer at the bar. I'm driving, so ... would you have a Diet Coke?"

"Make yourselves comfortable boys. Just no smoking or drugs in the
house. Sorry, I'm really specific."

Jason whisked away and we walked into the living room taking in the
house. It was impressive. Gorgeous furniture, nice art, impeccably
clean. Whatever my thoughts were of Jason, his house was stunning. I loved
the staircase going to the second floor. Everywhere I looked, the place was
incredibly beautiful. Jason returned and placed a beer in each of our
hands. I looked at it, and Jason gave me a look.

"You're a big boy. You can have ONE."

We sat in the living room. Jason turned on the television and tuned it to
some programming on mute. It seemed to be primarily shirtless men in some
movie or ... hmm. Jason then headed to the kitchen to prepare some
snacks. He came back with some chips, dips and veggies. They were in
beautiful dishes. He placed fancy napkins alongside.

"Come in the kitchen boys. I have some hot snacks ready, but a bit too
cheesy drippy for the living room."

We went into that part of the house. Again, it was something out of a
magazine.

"Your house is gorgeous, Jason," I said.

He graciously accepted the compliment, and we ate the delicious appetizers,
occasionally dripping marinara on the table. Jason was quick to wipe it up
to keep the environment pristine.

Eventually we returned to the living room. Trent and I sat on the
couch. Lance sat on the loveseat with Jason sitting on the floor right at
his feet, leaning back on his Lance's legs. Jason reached for the remote
and pulled up a movie. It wasn't porn but would be considered X-rated. The
plot involved sex between all the men, most of whom wound up shirtless in
many scenes. I watched Trent. This was a new experience for him. I couldn't
tell if he was comfortable or not. He shot me a puzzled look. I wasn't sure
how to respond but gave him a shrug to let him know I thought it was
awkward too. I took my shoes off and spread a leg the length of the couch,
motioning Trent to lean back into me. My arms wrapped around him to offer
him comfort.

The movie was very hot. The actors were hunks, and the sex scenes were as
close to being pornographic as possible while still maintaining elements of
professional production values. Had I been watching alone, I'd love
it. Sitting with others in the sexually charged atmosphere was strange. I
didn't care for the awkwardness of the situation. I thought about trying to
create an exit plan.

Lance stretched out on the loveseat. As the movie progressed, Jason's arm
reached up to Lance's lap. He rested his arm on his legs for a couple
minutes. Then he repositioned himself on the floor so his hand could reach
Lance's crotch and he began groping Lance's genitals through his
jeans. Trent grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I think he was a bit freaked.

"I know," I whispered into his ear.

Lance was hard. Jason could feel it, and the two of us could even see
it. Lance unbuttoned his jeans. Jason's hand slid down into Lance's
clothing. He groped the large erection hidden below the briefs. The first
inch or two of his penis — that dick — stuck out.

I pushed up on Trent to get up.

"I'm up. Does anyone need anything?" I offered as I turned toward the
kitchen.

"Another beer for me," Lance said.

"I'm good sweetie. Thanks," said Jason.

"I want some more of that flatbread, but I'll get it," Trent said getting
up also.

We walked into the kitchen. I grabbed Lance a beer and found me a bottled
water. Trent motioned me over to the appetizers.

"Is this kind of weird to you?"

"Pretty much. Do you want to go?"

"I don't know. I don't want them to think I'm some scared little kid. I
actually think the movie is hot. Maybe a little longer?" he said.

"Whatever you want," I replied. "The movie probably isn't the only show
you're going to get."

He ate a few bites, and then we walked in with drinks.

"Thanks," said Lance.

By now, Jason's fly was unzipped, and his hand was firmly around Lance's
hard-on. We could see the first few inches of it sticking out of his
hand. Trent and I returned to our reclined positions on the couch. Again, I
placed my arms around him to let him know we were together. I remember the
first time I saw people having sex. I was terrified and mesmerized at the
same time. Jeez, that was ages ago. Trent is learning so many new
things. This had to have some alure, despite it being unusual.

The movie took a surprise twist. We all commented that we didn't see that
coming.

Jason started fondling Lance's cock more aggressively. Lance took his hands
and shoved his pants and briefs down a foot. He pulled his shirt off. And
there it was. That dick. It was just so huge. I cannot believe I had it in
my mouth last week. Jason may be shallow, but if that's what he wants, that
is certainly the cock to go for. For a few more minutes, Jason kept
stroking Lance's massive erection. My hand felt Trent's bulge. It was like
a baseball bat was confined in his jeans. He grabbed my wrist and moved my
arm to his chest where he held it.

Jason stood and removed every bit of clothing. He snuggled up to Lance on
the loveseat. Lance placed his arm around Jason as they spooned. Jason's
penis was not long. He was hard, but it was probably a little less than
average length. Interestingly, he was manscaped to the max. His crotch was
in line with the gardens outside. In addition, while not long, his cock was
very handsome, almost perfectly sculpted. It was strikingly beautiful, and
I was somewhat jealous.

Lance moved his hand to trace the length of Jason's erection ever-so-gently
with a couple of fingers. Trent and I could only watch. Suddenly those two
became more interesting than the movie. Trent squeezed my hand in a "what
the fuck?" communication. Lance wrapped his fingers around Jason's cock and
slowly started pulling and stroking. Jason hummed a light moan as he did
so.

Jason turned his head toward us.

"Don't be shy fellas. It's just us."

I refused to be a part of the circus, but I saw Trent unbutton his fly. I
returned my hand to grope his hardness through his jeans. He was a brick.

Lance increased the speed of his strokes on Jason's erection. The two of
them made an interesting pair. One was taller, one was shorter. One had a
monster cock, the other one more modest — like a log paired with a work
of art.

Trent reached under my hand and unzipped his fly. I wasn't sure what he was
going to do, what he was willing to do. My hopes were that we could duck
out right away, but he was seeing options for the first time. It wasn't my
place to tell him what he could and couldn't do. My slight intervention was
me sliding my hand down his briefs, keeping his cock concealed. I could
sense it was a moment of courage, and Trent decided to pull his jeans down
a foot or two. He revealed his cock for everyone to see. I'd seen it
numerous times now, and it was still beautiful to me. I grabbed it and
gently stroked it.

"Ah, there's the dick I've heard about," said Jason. He got up off the
loveseat and leaned before Trent's crotch. He leaned over as if to suck
Trent's organ. My hand instinctively reached out and grabbed Jason's
shoulder, holding him back.

"Sorry. He's all mine tonight."

Jason looked at both our faces.

"Well. All right. You go, Mikey."

While Jason was up, Lance finished pulling his pants completely off. The
two of them were totally nude — right there in front of us. Jason put
his knees to the side of Lance's face and shoulders and leaned down to
service his manhood. He sucked on Lance's titanic cock while Lance lifted
his face up to lick Jason's ass. A minute later, Jason moved back a foot
and Lance was able to take Jason's crotch in his mouth. The movie on
television had become inconsequential. The show had moved.

I refused to take anything off. Trent turned his head to the side and
softly told me, "You aren't leaving me hanging, are you?"

"Trust me, babe. You are by no means hanging," I whispered in his ear.

Jason and Lance sucked each other's hard meat for at least five
minutes. Trent had taken over stroking his own cock, watching the other
two.

"Fuck me," Lance told Jason.

Jason went to the end table and pulled out a condom. He rolled it onto his
perfectly shaped erection. Lance turned on his belly and wrapped his arms
around a throw pillow. Jason maneuvered his cock right at Lance's ass. I
can't stand someone fucking me without lube, but Lance was pleased as Jason
pushed his five inches inside him.

The two of them went after it. It was not soft and tender; within a minute
Jason was ramming his groin into Lance's ass. Both of them groaned and
grunted and moaned and yelled. They knew very well they were a performance
for our amusement. We obliged to watch. Trent switched arms and started
yanking harder. I knew he would beat them to climax at that pace, so I
grabbed his hand and slowed his strokes down. Then I slid my fingers under
his balls and softly fondled them as he masturbated. My other arm pulled
Trent's shirt up to his nipples. I knew if he came, he had nowhere to aim.

The other pair changed positions. Lance flipped on his back and spread his
legs wide, one going over the back of the loveseat. Jason moved into place
and entered Lance's hole again. His rod moved in and out. The moaning
resumed. Jason thrust his waist back and forth, pulsing his cock in and out
of Lance's passage. The two of them writhed in their animalistic
pleasure. It was a show, but it was a hot show. My cock was enflamed. It
felt so constricted in my jeans, restrained and imprisoned. I wondered if
Trent could feel it in his back.

Lance pulled on his cock. It was fierce. The giant penis extended from his
grasp, and he knew the rhythm that he liked.

"Just like that, Jason. Keep fucking me. Fuck my ass. Don't stop. Fuck the
hell out of me. Make me come."

Trent came first. I heard him groan. He didn't say anything. He moaned. His
body tensed and then convulsed. He pulled his cock like a jackhammer and a
shot of cum went skyward. It landed on his chest.

"You're so hot," I whispered directly into his ear.

His cock kept shooting. Wave after wave went all over his chest.

"That's it, baby," Jason said to Trent. He thrust his pelvis harder,
pushing Lance a half a foot with every thrust. "I'm coming right behind
you."

Jason went through his orgasm in screams. His rod kept pushing its way into
Lance's ass. After his cock was completely spent, he yelled, "Fuck, yeah!"

Lance was groaning. He knew the two others had reached climax. He didn't
want to be a solo show, so he pumped his cock violently. He grunted in
pleasure as he got closer to his orgasm.

"Yeah, baby," Jason encouraged.

I wasn't even touching my dick but felt I could almost come. My cock
throbbed inside my pants. Every nerve in my cock was hypersonic. It ached
to explode. My breathing started to increase.

Lance became loud.

"Yeah guys. I'm close. Ooooooohhh yeah, I'm so close. I'm gonna come, I'm
gonna come, I'm gonna come."

He screamed as the first stream of cum hit his neck. His splatters of come
were almost neat, practically aligned. It was a thick cum that didn't
run. After he had yanked the last drops from his behemoth cock, he let out
a huge exhale.

"Holy fuck. That was hot."

No one said anything for a few seconds.

"I have a walk-in shower. Everyone can fit. Are you all up for it?" Jason
asked.

"Actually, we'll let you two enjoy the rest of your evening in private. We
need to head back," I responded. "However, if you might happen to get us a
towel, I'd like to make sure my boyfriend gets nothing on your beautiful
living room."

Although, I did wonder what that shower — and his bedroom — looked
like.

"Oh, my cleaning woman is going to do some serious work on this room this
week, let me tell you," Jason said as he walked to get us a towel.

We wiped up Trent's chest, and I folded the towel up neatly and put it
alongside our glasses on the table. Trent began getting dressed.

"Thank you for your hospitality. Your house is truly beautiful," I
said. "We'll see ourselves out."

We walked to the car. We had two stops, first to get his car, then my
place. In our drive back to Jake's, Trent was very quiet.

"This evening turned out to be more than a basketball game," I said,
starting conversation.

"Yeah."

"So. How do you feel about all that?"

"I don't know. Kind of weird. Are there a lot of people like that?" he
asked.

"Babe, gay or straight, there are all sorts of people and parties and
things revolving around sex."

"You didn't like it, did you?" he asked.

"No. I mean, they WERE a show, and it was extremely hot."

"I can't believe you didn't get horny with that going on," Trent said.

"Are you kidding? I almost came in my pants."

"Why didn't you ... participate?"

"To me, sex isn't a show. It is intimate. It's something between two people
who feel close," I explained.

"Said the man who sucked on Lance's cock last week after meeting him five
minutes before."

"Touché," I said. "Gah!! I'm a horrible role model! I so regret that!"

I wanted to bury my head in my hands, but I needed to keep them on the
wheel. I could never forgive myself for being so stupid that day.

"Mike, that evening brought us together, so I don't regret any of that
happening," Trent said, which made me feel slightly better. "I don't know
what to think. I'm feeling comfortable about being honest with friends now
— for the most part, and you've helped with that — but then I find
new stuff like tonight which I had no idea about, and I feel like I am
... starting all over again. I'm so naïve."

"Don't ever feel pressure to do something you don't feel comfortable
with. You are always the boss of what happens to you, your body and your
mental well-being," I said firmly. "It's up to you to make the choices that
make you happy."

Jeez, I sounded like a dad.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Of course not," I immediately said.

"Are you ashamed of me?"

"No. You got a glimpse of something unfamiliar. I've been there. Not to
keep pointing out that I'm older, but I've matured enough to know what I
like and what's just not for me."

"You think I'm immature?"

"That's not what I meant," I said, reaching for his hand. "You are finding
out things, what is and isn't right for you. I know what I want. You need
to find your way."

"I know what I want," he said and paused. "I know I want you. I know I ..."
He stopped. "... picture us together."

Did he want to say he loved me? That pause. It was much like mine the other
night. Our fingers interlocked.

"Thanks, babe. `Together' is what I want to."

"When you pushed Jason away from me..." Trent started, "I honestly felt
like I was yours. Thank you. You don't know how much that meant to me."

He raised our joined hands and gave them a small kiss.

"Today, you didn't want to tell your friend about us because you thought it
might look weird. Do you think we are ... weird?" I asked.

Trent was silent. He was thinking.

"To be honest ..." he started. "It's like two different worlds. When the
two of us are together, man, life is perfect. I love us as a couple. But,
if I try to say it out loud, that you used to be my teacher ... I wonder
what people think, what goes through their minds. I think it sounds weird,
but I don't think we are weird. Do you worry the world will judge us?"

"I hope not. When you try to hide something, you have to ask yourself
why. But I believe in this. I don't want to give you up."

The two of us seemed to be continuing to debate with ourselves. We had
become close, but we doubted the world would accept it.

We reached Jake's, and Trent got out to pick up his car. We both then drove
to my place. By that time, it was well after 11:30.

Inside, neither of us wanted another drink, nor were we remotely hungry.

"That was a very full day," I said.

"Indeed. It was a long day. I'm glad I got work done. A productive
Saturday," he said.

"You must be exhausted," I said as we walked into the bedroom.

"Totally," he said. "I'm ready for bed if that's okay."

"Sure."

Trent took his shirt off and grabbed his cosmetic kit from the bag. He went
into the bathroom to brush his teeth. I joined him a moment later.

He took a leak before heading back into the bedroom. I did the same. When I
entered, Trent was fully naked climbing into the bed. I stripped my clothes
down to my boxers but kept them on. I crawled into bed beside him.

"What's this?" Trent said, tugging on my boxers. "You didn't come at
Jason's tonight. Surely you must be ready to burst after being at that
house."

"I'm okay. Besides, you came a while ago. I'm sure you're ready to
sleep. I'm okay."

"Take `em off for me at least."

"How about I let you?" I teased.

He grabbed the waistband. I lifted my ass so he could pull them down. We
then wrestled them off my legs. I dropped them to the side of the bed. I
was getting hard. He reached over for my penis as I reached to turn out the
lights remotely. He squeezed my cock, and it was at full mast in seconds.

"Good night, babe," I said turning to kiss him.

"Are you really not going to do anything about this?" he said, starting to
stroke me.

"Are you sure? You are so tired," I said.

"I wouldn't mind ending my night with your cock in my mouth."

"If you insist."

Trent began stroking me harder. It felt good. I had built up so much
lustful gusto at Jason's place, my dick felt like steel. Trent leaned over
and licked it with his tongue. I moaned to let him know I appreciated what
he was doing. It did feel good. He sucked me for a minute. The warmth of
his mouth was pleasurable. He laid back on his side and let his grip take
my phallus again. I wrapped my arm behind him, and he placed his head on my
shoulder. He kept pumping my cock. I wriggled my hips thrusting a little as
his stronghold on my erection moved up and down. I let out a soft moan. He
worked my cock harder. Then he slowed down, the strokes becoming a little
less forceful. Then he stopped.

I could tell by his breathing that Trent was asleep. The slightest wheeze
from his nostrils confirmed he had drifted off with my dick still
surrounded by his grip. The thought of Trent falling asleep with my
erection in his hand amused me for some reason. I loved it. I pulled him
slightly closer with my arm and then didn't move a muscle.

—

I was hoping to drift off asleep. Trent didn't move for 30 minutes,
including the stranglehold on my dick. I reflected on the whole
night. That, combined with his hand, kept my hard-on firm and throbbing. I
wasn't close to falling asleep.

Eventually Trent rolled over and let go of its captive. Part of me was
disappointed, part of me relieved. I could turn on my side and hold him,
but first I took my filled cock in my hand and calmly stroked the full
length of it. Methodically I stimulated the entire volume of its
mass. After everything that happened tonight, I was ready to unleash. It
only took a few minutes before I knew I was going to come. In silence, I
was driven to the edge, with only my heavy breathing indicating I was
coming. The first stream was forceful, landing on my chin. The following
launches were intense, landing on my chest. Once I had shot my night's
load, I knew I was a sticky mess. I stretched my arm over the bed and
reached for my boxers. I used them to wipe all the cum off me. I could have
used a good wipe down, but I let the subtle stickiness press against
Trent's back as I rolled over to hold him. I gave the back of his neck a
simple peck with my lips. I was now ready to sleep.