Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2021 22:40:05 -0600
From: timothylane414@gmail.com
Subject: Extracurricular, Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Later that evening, Trent and I still met for drinks in a small café
closer to his university. Conversation was only light for a few minutes. It
didn't take long for me to approach the event of the day.

"So, how are you feeling about this afternoon?" I asked him.

"Great! I loved it," he quickly replied. "I had thought about sex for so
long. I had been afraid for a very long time. Would it ever happen? Would I
know what to do? What if I hated it? Wow. It was amazing. I hope you liked
it. I sort of came on to you."

"Well, yes, it was fun. But I should really apologize for my behavior. It
was completely unprofessional. I never should have jumped in like that," I
said. "I would be fired if caught. I'm so sorry. Please forgive my poor
decisions. That's not what you came to me for. I didn't handle it well."

"Please don't apologize," he earnestly returned. "I came out to you. I
approached you. Heck, I walked up to you naked!"

I quickly looked around to see if anyone was listening.

He suppressed a chuckle. "I completely enjoyed it. I feel really good about
it. In a way, it is like a weight off my shoulders."

"Why so?"

"Up to today, I questioned everything," he said. "I felt alone. I was so
unsure. Now ... I don't know ... I feel accepted. I was terrified before. I
really didn't know what to expect. I mean, I had two guys' dicks today. It
was ... like everything I've imagined. I'm probably still on some kind of
rush."

"Geez! What happened to that shy kid who walked into my class a few hours
ago?" I asked with a laugh. "I'm glad you feel okay about ... things. But
it was wrong for me. You came to me to talk. We should not have let it get
that far. Again, as an older adult, I should have seen to it that things
transpired MUCH differently. You came to me for advice, not `action.'"

"I think both did me some good," Trent said. "Consenting adults and all
that."

To be honest, it did me a lot of good too. It had been months since I had
sex.

Trent stared intently at my face. "You regret it all, don't you?'

How was I to answr that? I did. Completely. It was a horrible way to help
someone accept themselves.

"I'm not sure what to say," I started. "I am worried that ... we should
have ... frankly, sex wasn't the best place to start. You needed to
talk. I'm older, I get that. You had minimal risk opening up to me. But I'm
concerned that I've given you the wrong ideas."

"What do you mean?"

"It was reckless. It was just ... not what you needed."

"What if it was?"

I was floundering. I wanted to express being gay in the abstract. We seemed
focused on the "act."

"It's my fault," Trent insisted. "I'm very sorry. I put you in a bad
spot. I just threw all my baggage at you. I caused all this."

"Hold on. I don't regert you coming to me. At all. I remember those
years. I certainly wish to help. I just fear I didn't, that I just made it
worse."

"how?"

"You're going to have a lot to think about. What if I am giving you
complicated feelings?"

"Hm. Yeah, we rushed into all that, but again, I take the blame. You're a
very nice man. I just came on to you — I guess too strong. I've always
been terrified to approach another guy."

"So, what about Lance?" I asked.

"Him? I don't know. Frankly, I don't know if I'll even hear from him until
the next practice. I think he might just like to fool around. He may not
even do that very often," Trent said. "He probably goes out with chicks. He
talks about girls quite a bit."

"I don't know. It's not like a straight guy is going to ask a casual dude
to ... (lowering my voice) fuck him up the ass. It wasn't his first rodeo."

"And that dick!!" he said.

"Trent!" I looked around. A man by the window looked at us. We slightly
giggled and looked down. I brought my voice to a whisper. "That dick!"

A minute later, the server brought us our nachos and a spinach artichoke
dip. Trent ordered another beer. I still had half my margarita.

I looked at Trent. It was evident he felt much better about himself than he
did earlier in the day. He was a nervous wreck when he came to my room; now
he felt like a new person. I was pleased that I had helped him with his
sexuality issues but felt bad that I did it in such a crass way. What an
idiot teacher I was. I worried I had given him the wrong impression about
gay life. I had handled everything so wrong.

"You told me earlier today that you had been involved with a guy a couple
years back? What was that like? Do you feel the same about this afternoon?"

"No. That guy was a mess. To be honest, while I thought sleeping with a guy
was sort of ... I don't know, exciting? Exhilarating? I never felt like he
cared about me. I felt used for sex and then blown off," Trent said, before
he took a couple bites. "This afternoon was awesome. I had avoided those
feelings for so long. I mean, I've been scared of them."

Trent stared straight ahead but looked at nothing. He was lost in the
middle space.

"I hate to think of those few days as my `first time.' It was ... more
... I don't know, like I was exploring, experimenting," he said. "I guess
it felt good but was kind of empty. It didn't seem to mean anything. I
suppose that's why I pushed back from it. Ignored it. I didn't feel happy
about it at all."

An unhappy look crossed Trent's face as he reflected on those years.

"I don't feel the same right now, about today." He paused for a
moment. "Man. Both of those orgasms were so intense."

I almost spit out my drink. "My, you've become so honest. Bluntly honest."

"Well, they were. I'm sorry. I know I'm acting crazy. It's like a dam has
burst and suddenly everything I want to say out loud is pouring out. I'm
sure you think I'm just a crazy kid. But I feel better."

"But. This afternoon was just sex too. Why do you feel different than
before?" I asked.

"I don't know. You're nice. I felt like we were ... I don't know
... sharing. Before, I didn't feel like anything was up to me. Sort of a
`do as your told' vibe. Today, we were ... together. Even when Lance joined
us, I felt he wanted me. He respected me."

"Well, if you decide to really come out; lots of guys will. You're quite
handsome," I told him.

He blushed, lowering his head.

"You're sweet," he replied. "I don't know. I'm not sure what to do
next. You're older. For some reason I am more comfortable with you. You
seem so ... sure. You're so knowledgeable. I don't feel like I'll be judged
by you. I feel like I don't have to hide or lie."

"Very true," I said. "I will promise you now, I will never lie to you."

"Today was ... wow. I'd be up for it again sometime. Even tonight," he
said.

"No. We've had quite enough fun for one day," I said. "We both will
probably do a lot of thinking tonight."

We walked to our cars.

Trent looked at me. "I hope I haven't messed up your job, Mr. Terry. I've
always thought you were awesome. I know you think you handled things
wrong. While I didn't expect what happened, I'm glad it did. Just being
able to talk — and be open! — you have no idea. Don't be hard on
yourself. It's a relief to me to just be honest. Thank you for being
there."

"I'm fine, thank you. And flattered." I paused for a moment. "Would you
like to get together tomorrow night? We could talk some more if you
want. TALK!"

"Yes, of course. I'd love spending more time with you tomorrow. However,
I'll probably think about you as I lie in bed. I was really a wreck earlier
this afternoon. You have no idea how much you have made me feel better. I
appreciate you. You make a difference. You always seemed to look out for
... well, all your students."

I cringed hearing that. Students! While Trent was an adult now and no
longer a student of mine, just that image was tattooed on the back of my
eyeballs. I handled this so poorly.

"I'll see you tomorrow then."

I don't know why it happened, but we both just involuntarily leaned forward
for a quick kiss. I'm not sure who blushed more.

At home, as I laid in bed, my thoughts were all over the place. It was so
nice to be sexually wanted again. It had been far too long. I hadn't been
concerned about it that much; I'm okay on my own. But truth be told, the
fact that a young college kid wanted me — that was pretty
uplifting. Like a wakeup call, I was looking at my life. It was like the
sun was shining again after months of gloom. How did my life become a
metaphor for gloom?

But a kid!! How did my common sense get so thrown off course? It probably
wasn't a good idea for me to pursue this. I should be more of an advisor,
certainly not a lover.

I started to spiral. Good grief! I had sex at school! Did I want to get
fired??!! I grabbed the adjacent pillow and smashed it into my face. My
actions today had been so stupid. How did I get so horny to make such a
grave error?! What if Trent tells anyone? What if I am called before
administration? Losing my job could be a real possibility. Actions have
consequences. Lord, I was such an idiot. Will Trent keep his mouth shut? I
should really shut this down and distance myself. I was being too reckless,
too crazy.

With all the fear swirling through my brain, hovering over it all was one
thought: I hope I see him again.

—

The next day was challenging. It is a miracle I made it through my
classes. I thought of Trent all day. I began to wonder if I would actually
ever see him again. He made such great strides the day before. Leaps in
fact. Would he be interested in someone several years older than him? After
such an unexpected turn of events, did he wish to forget it all even
happened? With guys like Lance interested, would Trent even care about
someone like me? After all, ... Lance ... that dick! If it were just a
one-day fling between us, I could accept that, right? Hopefully, he didn't
get freaked out by how it all played out. Does anyone expect a teacher to
be so immoral? Would he think I was creepy and never want to see me again?
How would I feel if he blew me off?

I didn't need to worry. As my last student left, Trent was there at my
doorway ready to come in.

"Hi!" I smiled, shutting the door.

To my astonishment, he kissed me deeply. Thankfully, no one can see through
the door, but it was a risky move. Maybe that was why I liked it and smiled
even bigger.

"Okay. Ground rules," I said softly. "This is my job. Don't forget that."

"I know," he said. "I understand. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It
just seemed like ... I wanted to do it. I've thought about you all day."

"Same here."

"How do you feel today? What are your emotions telling you?" I asked.

"I'm good. I don't know, were you kind of floating a foot above the ground
the first time you had sex?"

"But I wasn't your first."

Trent was silent a moment.

"I kind of feel like it was. Technically, physically, no. But it was the
first time I wanted it. I actually initiated it. In the past, I just was
... roped in as a participant. It wasn't special. Or I wasn't made to feel
special, at least."

Looking into my eyes, he stepped forward. Neither of us knew what to
say. He brushed the backside of his hand across my crotch. I held up a
hand.

"This is not a safe space," I quietly warned. "We have to be careful, you
know?"

Leaning forward, he whispered in my ear, "But I want to ... want us ... to
... you know ... be together again. Like yesterday. You know, naked. I
liked it. I like you."

This was the kid that stammered trying to confide in me yesterday?? He was
brave. Not many people could say that to a former teacher. And it was
exactly what I feared might happen.

I casually stepped into the hall. By now it was mostly clear, so I locked
the door. I stepped back inside and pulled it closed. We kissed again. I
felt his chest through his shirt. We continued to kiss, and we groped each
other's bodies. We both grabbed each other's ass and pressed our crotches
together. I could feel his erection press through his jeans. I was getting
a hard-on, and my slacks didn't conceal it as easily. I noticed my
breathing was heavier as I continued to kiss him.

He lowered his hand down to my pants and groped my hardening cock. My
erection strained against the fabric. His grip helped it to become visibly
well defined.

"Oh yes," I breathlessly gasped. "Wait. No."

His hand slipped between the buttons of my shirt. It felt good. Then I
heard the voice of the school principal right outside my room. Although my
door was securely locked, it was still unsettling enough for me to
fearfully panic.

"We can't do this here. We need to leave."

Trent placed a hand on my beard and calmed me with a nod.

I still had work to do, so I shoved it in my briefcase. A casual exit from
my room and a decision to share my car put us quickly on the road. My home
was a few miles outside the main part of town. It was a 15-minute drive
since I was beating the thick of rush hour by leaving early.

"We CANNOT do anything like that at school, okay?"

He nodded. "Okay. You're right."

"Did you sleep okay last night?" I asked.

"Very. I thought about the two of us for a long time. But I really just
liked going out last night. I enjoyed spending time with you. For the first
time, I feel ... alive. I'm not hiding anything. I'm not buried by
deception or lies. Or shame. You know everything about me, and it's okay
with you. It is so much weight lifted off. Just being able to ... tell the
truth ... I don't know, it is like breathing oxygen for the first time."

"I remember. I know how it is such a relief not to have to hide," I
said. "However, I hardly know everything about you."

We went a couple of minutes without saying anything. I was clearly letting
this get out of control again. What was I expecting when we got to my
house? My dick was completely yearning for him to touch it. I was making
mistakes all over again. I had to just make the decision to insist we only
talk.

"It's funny. I can't believe I'm even in your car. When you look up to a
teacher, you never picture yourself spending time with them ... actual time
... as just regular people."

"Trent, I'm not sure if ... all this is right for you."

"What do you mean?"

"You needed someone to talk to. I should be helping you come to terms with
being gay. Helping you come out if that's what you want. I ... we ... I
just don't know if the romantic aspect of this is the right thing for
you. I can't help but feel I am taking advantage of you."

"Why would you think that? I approached you in your room and then all but
seduced you in the locker room."

"You did NOT seduce me. I'm an adult. I could have said `no.' I should have
said `no.'"

I thought about us in the shower.

"How's your butt?"

"Meaning ... is it sore? A little. I felt it more this morning, but it's
okay. It reminds me of yesterday, which I loved."

"I did too ... which scares me a little."

"Why?"  "Look at us. I'm almost nine years older than you."

"Is that so much?"

"Not if we were in our 50s. But you're in college. That's ... young."

I wanted to say something else. What? Creepy? Weird? Predatorial? I mean,
he is an adult, technically I suppose, but a very young adult. I was
attracted to Trent. Irresistibly so. But I still felt there was something
wrong about this.

Trent put his hand on my leg. Fuck. I immediately liked it.

Once out of neighborhoods and on the open road, Trent unbuckled his
seatbelt and leaned over my lap.

"Know what I'm thinking?" he said as he unbuckled my belt. My fly was next.

I chuckled, "Can't you even wait?"

"I can't tell you how much I've thought about your body today. Is saying "I
want you' too dumb a thing to say? I'm such a ... novice at this." He put
his fingers inside the waistband of my boxers. "Is this okay? Can I touch
it?"

His words admittedly pleased me. However, as nice as it was to hear, were
Trent's emotions moving too fast? He had gone from shy to fast forward in
one day. Had I opened Pandora's box? It was just yesterday he could barely
open up to me. Now my he was racing to get my penis out of my pants. This
was all just crazy fun, but I was concerned. My judgement was so
off-track. I might have been having fun, but was I hurting this kid?
Kid. Ugh. What was I doing?

He pulled my dick out of my open pants. My face was probably beet red for
anyone who saw me through the window. He pulled on my erection for a couple
miles. I softly moaned.

"Trent, I'm not sure if..."

Transfixed by my manhood, he slowly took my rod with his lips for the first
time. I was inside his mouth, and his tongue was rather playful. Then it
licked the underside of my cock like candy. His warm mouth sucked on the
throbbing organ and he softly moaned as if tasting a succulent steak. I
gently held his head and began thrusting my waist, sliding my member into
Trent's waiting throat. My own head tilted back, and I softly moaned as I
heard my former student slurp on my engorged flesh. I looked down and
stroked his hair. I somehow managed to transform the word "yes" into a
15-second pronunciation. It was almost snakelike.

"Mmmm," he hummed as he continued tasting my dick, which had no problem
staying rock hard as I continued to drive. However, Trent was making it
difficult to stay focused on the road. If we had a wreck, we would be found
in a horribly compromising position. I needed to stay focused on driving.

As he serviced my crotch, my hand slid down the back of his shirt and down
under the rim of his jeans. I couldn't firmly grip his ass, but I could
caress it. Trent tried to move more of my clothing out of the way
unbuttoning the bottom half of my shirt. The car was cumbersome, but that
seemed to challenge Trent. Locked in our mobile soundproof chamber, neither
of us held back audibly. Breathing and moaning in unison, we embraced the
volume; it was amazing that we weren't somehow fogging the windows.

In a few minutes I was turning into my neighborhood development. Trent was
still munching on my dick, and I wanted him to stay low and out of sight. I
stopped being loud, but Trent was noticeably moaning. The closest person
around was someone watering his lawn two houses down. I knew he couldn't
hear anything. Hopefully, he couldn't see a man leaned over in my lap.

Suddenly Trent licked below my balls. It was a surprising sensation.

"Oh fuck! Oh yeah," I screamed as we pulled into the driveway.

I reached for the garage door opener hoping that neighbor didn't hear me
call out in passion. We pulled in. Our involvement had never been allowed
such oral freedom, and Trent was working on every inch of my crotch.

"YES! Oh yes, Trent! Keep doing that!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

Trent had me so enflamed, I think I actually tore his shirt as I ripped it
off his body. We both were so horny; we didn't even think about leaving the
car. I hit the button to lower the door. Safely in the garage we reclined
both seats and finished wriggling out of the clothing we still had
on. Pushing our shoes off, we struggled to get our pants shoved over our
feet, but we did. There we were, both completely naked in my car. I felt
18. It was all insane. I was in heaven.

I moved out of the driver seat and crawled on top of him. I felt like
making the next move instead of him initiating it. Besides, the steering
wheel prohibited a lot of movement on my side. With absolutely no grace, I
maneuvered my body to lay on top of his reclined frame. I kissed
him. Hard. Safe at home, my lust was in overdrive. Our cocks were pressed
together. He wrapped his arms around me. We were in no rush; we just kissed
for what seemed like a very long time. I loved kissing a man. Trent was
young but was every bit a man in a physical way.

As we enjoyed being intimate, I become aware of my growing feelings for
Trent. Things were just starting between us, but I liked being with him. I
liked HIM. I hadn't felt this way about anybody for quite a while. He was
way too young for me, but we enjoyed each other's company.

Trent started thrusting his pelvis even more, rubbing his dick into my
body. His touch rambled down my back. I climbed higher into the reclined
seat. Trent immediately started licking my nipple, and then buried his face
into my hairy chest. I could hear him inhale my entire scent. He squeezed
me with his arms. In this tight embrace I pushed my cock into his firm
abs. As I rubbed my erection into his torso, he gripped his cock and placed
it right under my ass. As I pushed and pushed, my cock rubbed his body and
then came back to feel the head of his dick barely probe the crevice of my
butt. I continued to fuck his chest in a dry hump. My primal lust escaped
me in groans of pleasure.

"Switch with me," he asked. Or did he tell me?

With some fumbling, I was now reclined, and he hovered above me. With his
arms locked stiff, he shoved his cock onto my chest, his head now touching
the roof of the car. He called out so loud. A neighbor could have thought
it was a sudden bark from a dog. I grasped his firm ass and held it as he
kept ramming his iron pipe onto my chest. On occasion he would swirl his
hips to weave his cock into my chest hair. Pushing harder and harder into
me, his breathing matched his thrusting. Contained in my car, there was no
air flow, and the two of us were starting to work up a sweat. I could feel
his body — and mine too — getting damp. It made our sexual wrestle
even hotter. As he moaned in his pleasure, my mouth kissed his chest above
me. I licked his nipples and lightly bit them. I sucked on the light hair
he had between them.

Trent grunted in his moans. "Oh yes. Oh Mike. Mike! Oh, god yes!"

It was the first time he referred to me by my first name. It's doubtful he
wanted my approval, but I gave it to him by wrapping my arms completely
around him and held him closer than ever. My mouth still tasted the warm,
lightly hairy flesh of his chest. Trent kept humping.

"Yes. Oh, yes. OoooohhhoooOHHH!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. It
was audibly startling yet intoxicating. I continued to get swept up in his
surging arousal. His communication devolved into pleading moans as I felt
he was trying to push me through the seat with his pounding waist. "Oh
fuck. Oh fuck. OH FUCK! FUCK!!"

He rammed me hard, and I felt the first spurt of his orgasm. He was
screaming, and I clutched his ass and pushed him into me, helping his cock
pump more cum onto my waiting body. It was all up and down my chest, meshed
into the hair. After five or six shots erupted, his crotch continued to
smear the man-liquid, further matting it in place.

He inhaled sharply. Then, in one slow whisper, exhaled. His body
momentarily shuddered in his climax release. He lowered his head to kiss
the top of mine. Then moved down to kiss me on my mouth.

"Your turn," he said.

We repositioned ourselves. He managed to get his tongue to my chest to lick
some of his cum from my body. Lapping like a dog, his tongue was coated in
cream. I tilted his head to look at me. We kissed and our tongues shared
his semen, toying playfully.

My erection was at full tilt. We were so hot; it wouldn't take a lot to
bring me off. He reached down to grab the iron rod jutting from my groin. I
grunted as he gripped it tightly. He started pumping it. I moaned in rhythm
with his grip. He momentarily stopped. I looked up to see his hand smear
through the remaining cum on my chest. He then slid it over my cock and
began pounding my organ again. Damn. That was a hot move.

In that workout our eyes locked. He leaned over me and we kissed. And
kissed again. He let go of my dick and held my face. Soon our hands were
all over each other. We groped each other's bodies in a sticky
entanglement.

"I want you to suck me again," I finally said.

With that, his tongue drew a path from my lips, down my neck, over my
nipple, down my chest to the stiff mast jutting from my waist. He licked
it. Finding another side, he licked that. Then a third time. Soon he
engulfed it in his mouth. His hand — the sticky one — grabbed the
base and stimulated it while his mouth enjoyed the rest like a popsicle. My
cock glistened with his attention. I slid my fingers through his hair as he
serviced my crotch. I thrust my erection into his throat even deeper. He
pounded my throbbing organ in his grip. I moaned. I moaned louder. I wanted
the neighbors to hear my screams.

My wet cock moved in and out of his concealing mouth as if playing a
child's game of peekaboo exhibitionist. By this time, I was snarling like
an animal, my body writhing and squirming in a sexual frenzy. My pelvis
gyrated with ecstasy in time with his rhythmic, accommodating, slurping
mouth. Never before had I experienced sexual pleasure this intense before
an orgasm. My grunting changed to a pleading whine begging Trent to never
stop.

"My cock feels so fucking amazing, Trent," I whimpered.

My hands were trembling. They frantically wandered over all the flesh of my
lusty companion they could reach. He worked my erection harder. My left
hand fumbled to grab anything. I hit the button of the garage door opener.

As the door rose, I screamed at the top of my lungs, "I'm going to
cooooome."

I didn't care if the world heard. My body stiffened and my waist thrust
forward as my cock shot a bullet stream of my hot cum into Trent's
throat. He moaned as he slurped it down. He momentarily gagged but
continued to swallow wave after wave of my masculine cream. The sheer
intensity of this incredible orgasm kept firing one shot after
another. Eventually, I was spent.

"Ooooooo..." I exhaled as my body relaxed into a limp mass. "Holy fuck."

We chuckled. And kissed. I hit the garage door to close again. We kissed
for a few more minutes. Then we both realized what a mess our two bodies
were. Probably my car, too.

"Let's shower, then I'll order us dinner," I said.

We grabbed our clothes. He followed me into my house, and we threw the
clothes on the bed. I entered the bathroom and turned the water on in the
shower. I grabbed a couple fresh towels and hung them on hooks near the
shower door. We climbed in. We took turns sudsing up each other's body,
making a point to fondle each other's dick on several occasions. We would
sneak in a kiss here and there when the warm stream hit our bodies in the
right way. We smiled as we continued to be playful, but we knew we were
superbly clean, so I turned off the water.

As we stepped out and grabbed towels, I asked what he felt like for dinner.

We stood before the bathroom mirror drying off, combing and brushing hair,
almost acting like we were getting up, preparing to go to work. However,
neither of us moved to put our clothes on. It was clear from how our
relationship started — were we in a relationship? — that we were very
comfortable with each other. We remained naked for some time.

"We're moving really fast, Trent. I'm not sure if I'm the right influence
on you, particularly at your age."

"You're not CORRUPTING me or anything," he said. "I ... I was really scared
about coming to see you, but ... all of ... this ... has been my wildest
dream. I apologize for being so forward. I've dreamed about you for years."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. You're special. You're kind. You listen. You care. You're sexy AS
HELL ..."

I blushed.

"I never thought of you this way in school," he said. "Maybe I thought you
were good looking, but I just thought of you as a very nice man. Caring. It
wasn't until the past couple of years, when I started thinking about men
when I ... you know. I would think about you from time to time. When we
started practicing at the high school, I thought about you a lot. Yesterday
... wow ... was kind of a dream. Had you been repulsed with me, who knows
what I would have done."

"I acted unprofessionally, but I never would have been repulsed by you —
or anyone — being who they are."

We laid on the bed naked for a while. I noticed Trent staring at the
ceiling. His eyes were in a trance.

"Penny for your thoughts," I said.

He smiled. "No, it's silly."

"What? You can tell me anything."

"No, you'll think I'm a dumb kid."

"I think of you as a handsome young man. Tell me."

"I was thinking — aside from the showers at the gym — I've never
really been ... naked ... around many people. I tend to be discreet. I
guess. And with you, I'm different. For neither of us to have any clothes
on seems totally fine. I'm completely comfortable. In fact, ... I like
it. Why is that?"

"Ah," I returned.

"I told you. I'm this inexperienced goony kid."

"No. You're a young man learning to trust. You're comfortable in your own
skin around me. It's a compliment."

"It's all still new to me. I guess I'm just ... going with it. He turned to
me. "But I'm okay. I want you feel okay, too."

Was I? I didn't say anything. It was all exciting and exhilarating. And
wrong. But I seemed to be in it. I reached for his hand.

"I'm sorry I was so forward in the car," he said, sounding guilty. "I was
trying to be like this experienced sexy dude. I probably came off as a
horny lunatic."

"Forward or not, it was HOT," I said. "Crazy. But hot." My stomach rumbled.

I picked up the phone to order food. I slipped back onto the bed naked,
waiting for food to come. We kissed a few minutes. Figuring I would have to
answer the door fairly soon, I grabbed some jeans and a T-shirt. I saw the
delivery pull into the driveway. Giving the driver a tip, I grabbed the bag
and took it to the kitchen.  As I started to spread out the containers of
our meal, Trent entered the kitchen in just boxers. I smiled because I knew
they were mine.

We made simple conversation about Trent's classes as we ate. I wanted him
to know I was really interested in HIM, not just sex. And I was. I was
enjoying sharing my time with him. We seemed to click. He shared more about
his life with me. He talked a little about the team. As we discussed
various topics, I knew we had a lot in common.

After talking for several minutes, he paused. Looking into my eyes, he
asked, "So... are you tired of me yet?"

"Funny. I was going to ask you the same thing when I dropped you off
tonight back at your car."

We both lightly chuckled.

"I have to tell you though," I slowly said, looking down. "You have brought
out something in me. I've really been cut off from the gay scene for
months. A long time in fact. It's nice for me to ... feel alive
again. You've sparked something. Something I needed. Not just
sex. How-EV-er, the sex these past two days has been some of the best I've
ever had."

"Me too," he laughed.

"Well, no duh!" I said throwing my napkin at his face. "I can't believe you
are new to it. You seem like someone with a lot of experience."

He shook his head.

"Maybe I've read a bit online," he said. "Hopefully, the things I've been
wanting to do are the right things."

"But, for me, I am really enjoying all our time together, not just the
sex," I said.

"Aw. Thanks. I knew it was the right move to come talk to you," he said.

Trent got quiet. He just stared at his food. It was a pause at first, then
it was pointedly noticeable.

"Trent? Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he said blankly. I wasn't convinced, and neither was he.

He turned to give me eye contact. That broke the hypnosis, and he
smiled. He engaged in more conversation. I loved talking to him.

After we finished dinner, I dealt with the dishes. I wasn't sure how to end
the night, but I couldn't ignore that I had a ton of work to do.

"I hate to say this, but I have to get some things done before school
starts tomorrow. I did leave early after all," I said. "Man, we need you to
get your car off the campus too. You can't leave it overnight."

"And I do have a test tomorrow. I have lots of work to do actually. I
should attempt to study a little," he replied. "It'll be tough though." He
winked. "I'll be thinking about you."

We walked toward the door to the garage. He stopped.

"Thank you," he said. "I ... I couldn't have done this without you. I
needed you."

We opened the door. Looking at the car, we shut the door and turned back
around.

A minute later, we both got the giggles as we walked to my car with a
bottle of spray cleaner and a towel. We spent a few minutes wiping my car
seats down. Feeling comfortable that we had sanitized it, we elicited our
last giggle and sat the cleaning items on the kitchen counter. Once again,
Trent was in a trance looking at the bottle of 409.

I put one of my hands on his, my other hand used one finger t oturn his
chin toward me.

"Are you sure you are okay?"

Staring at the void of the center of my kitchen, Trent slowly uttered
words, as if under a spell. "You know how when sometimes one comment will
make you think of something, and then that makes you think of somethng, and
a minute later you have jumped to something completely different?"

"I suppose."

"When we were eating ... and just now cleaning ..." He paused. I could tell
he didn't want to continue. It ws not going to be something he wanted to
say. Somehow the obligation of starting coerced him into finishing — or
attempting to. "Last week, I would have totally freaked out when you
... when I ... you were in my mouth ... and I ..."

The phrase "swallowed your cum" was too much to utter, or at least that was
my assumption. Poor guy. His life has been turned upside down. We jumped in
so fast. I pulled him close to me and held him. He rested his head on my
shoulder as my arms squeezed him tight to me.

"Are you okay?"

"I am when I'm with you," he muttered into my shoulder, in amost a
quivered, soft whimper.

I squeezed him again. I didn't want him to think I was just going to
release him into the wild after this. We both knew we were such a
mismatch. I'm sure each of us thought it would have to end —
eventually. He had to be terrified; I was his only link to the gay world.

"I enjoyed our evening," I softly said into his ear.

"Me, too."

The two of us got into the car and headed back out on the road.

It was just now dark, but rush hour was done. We put our numbers in each
other's cell phones on the way back to school. I pulled up next to his car
in the side lot of the school.

"Can I take our picture?" he asked.

"Uhhh ..." I tried to form an answer. He held up his phone and snapped a
selfie of the two of us. "... sure."

We sat for a moment and just looked at each other. Things were moving at a
light-speed pace for us. We knew that, but even so, seeing each other smile
was incredible. How did this young man find me?

"I kind of hate to leave," he said, leaning into my body. He wrapped an arm
around my waist. "It's like you are the only real person I can talk to."

"Don't sell your true friends short. If they are really your friends, they
will accept you."

Trent held me for another minute. He knew he needed to let me go. With a
deep sigh, he did.

"I'll call you tomorrow," I said as he opened his door. "Good night,
Trent."

He leaned over and kissed me. "Good night, Mike."