Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2021 08:36:56 -0500
From: timothylane414@gmail.com
Subject: Adult Friends: Extracurricular, Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I'm surprised I actually could grade papers and prepare notes for
tomorrow's lessons. Every few minutes I would think about Trent ... us. I
wondered if we were an "us." It was late but not horribly so, but I got my
work completed.

I wondered what he was thinking. After I dropped him off, all I could think
about was how astonishing these past two days had been. I could only
imagine what he was going through. He just wanted to talk to someone —
anyone — about coming out, and instead we found ourselves in an insane
romance at warp speed. At his age or at his point in accepting who he is, I
would have been so terrified and apprehensive and intrigued and
timid. Trent seems okay, but is that a show? Is he trying to be something
on the outside that is in total contrast to what he's feeling?

I typically don't sleep nude, but tonight I left the boxers off. I placed
them on the pillow next to me, knowing Trent had worn them earlier. I
pulled back the covers and slid the lower half of my body underneath
them. My waist remained out. I rolled over and inhaled my boxers just
hoping to capture the scent of Trent.

I was getting aroused just by thinking about him and his dick being in my
underwear. Reaching down, I played with myself, grabbing my erection when
it was fully hard.

As I stared at the ceiling, I got lost in thinking how happy I felt. I was
typically a fairly happy person, but I felt so different than when my week
first started. I'd say almost delighted.

I pulled on my cock. It felt good. I had just come in a screaming orgasm
just a few hours before, so I didn't really need to get myself off again. I
was just jerking off in my happiness.

I fell asleep moments later with a grip around my erection.

—

The next morning as I headed to school, I realized we had made no plans for
the day. I was assuming Trent and I would touch bases — I told him I
would call — but with the weekend being tomorrow, both of us had more
time. What could we do together? I worried a bit while I drove. The age
difference started to hit me. What would I do with a college-aged kid? We
had a lot in common, but would we share any interests in activities?
Hopefully, it would be fun finding out. I'd certainly moved past my
partying days. It could very well be the moment that it was apparent that
our ages really didn't match. What kind of problem would that create? I
tried not to get overly worried before the fact. And to be honest, it might
just be the sign we both needed to realize we are not a good fit.

I was in a great mood with my classes. The kids liked me, and I liked them
for the most part. But today, I was even friendlier with the
troublemakers. Everything just seemed brighter.

As my third class ended, Jasmine, one of my senior students, told me, "You
seem really happy today, Professor Terry."

I didn't suppress the smile. "Well, tomorrow is the weekend, right? Have a
great one, Jasmine."

How interesting that just seeing someone for a couple of days this week
made such an impact that my students could tell a difference in my
demeanor.

On my lunch break, I finally had a few minutes to text Trent. I leaned back
in my chair and scrolled up his contact info. It occured to me that I
needed a photo of him for his contact screen. I asked how his test went. He
replied that he felt he did well. Had he not been "distracted" in his
studies (with a smiley emoji) he thought he might have aced it. I texted
that I would call him during my planning period, assuming he was free from
classes. I hadn't learned his schedule yet, but we worked out a good time.

In the early afternoon, I shut my door and gave him a call. He said he had
practice at 5:00 but was free for the evening after that. We both agreed
pizza and beer sounded good. Since I had plenty of time, I made sure I was
completely caught up in my work so that I would not think about school for
the weekend.

Before we hung up, Trent paused. I noticed the deafening silence for a
moment.

"Mike, are you..." he started. Then he went silent again.

"Am I what?"

"Nevermind," he mumbled. "I'll see you this evening."

Hours later we met at Parma Sean's. We had similar tastes in pizza
toppings. That was a good thing. I joked to myself that it would be
horrifying to have to break up with someone over freaky tastes in pizza
toppings.

I had been to Parma Sean's a few times, but it seemed more of a college
hangout. I had no problems finding pizza I liked closer to my house. But
this was good. The dιcor in the place was simplistic Italian. Maybe a
bit stereotypical, but in the evening, the lighting was dim enough to make
it have a certain "evening out" quality.Each booth had a photo of a city in
Italy. Ours was Florence.

"Have you ever been to Europe?" I asked.

"Hardly. My family always did driving trips for vacations. Most likely a
money thing. My parents have never been out of the country. I can't
remember them ever really flying somewhere for a trip."

"I've been once, or I suppose it is 'sort of' like twice. I spent a week in
London, and then took a short flight to Paris and spent three days
there. So ... one trip, two countries."

"Nice."

I asked about his day. He told me the classes he really liked and noted the
one he had to "suffer through." I knew he was a good writer, so it was no
surprise that his English and literature classes were among his
favorites. He asked how my day went. It wasn't special, but a couple of
funny things happened at lunch between some of my fellow faculty members,
so I shared that. We both told each other that we thought about one another
all day.

A friend of Trent's saw him and walked up to us. I immediately saw Trent
tense up. His expression went from smiling adoringly at me to his eyes
suddently darting about like a pinball. Two people sitting in a restaurant
shouldn't have been out of the ordinary at all, but I could feel Trent
picture a spotlight shining on us with a neon sign flashing "Two Men in
This Booth."

"H-hi, Ronnie," he stuttered. "How are you?"

"Good. I just wanted to tell you that the passage that Professor Neipal
read of yours was wonderful. You have a way with words. It's no wonder it
was one of his selections to share with the class."

"Oh. You're very kind. Thank you."

Ronnie looked at him and then at me. Trent's eyes flared with panic. He had
no idea how to introduce me.

"Hi. I'm Mike."

"Ronnie. Hi."

I didn't offer anything further.

"If you can handle pineapple on pizza, Sean's Hawaiian is the best," she
suggested.

"We've ... uh ... already ordered. I'll keep it in mind in the future."

"Okay, Trent. Have a great weekend," Ronnie said before stepping away. She
gave me a purposeful smile, but one that was much more inviting to Trent.

"She likes you," I said.

He rolled his eyes, and after a deep breath regained his composure

Our conversation wasn't about anything important, but the two of us enjoyed
sharing. Just being able to communicate about my day was something I hadn't
really realized was missing in my life. This was nice. Trent gave me the
impression that he didn't share a lot with his friends either. I could tell
he was comfortable opening up to me. He didn't have to be careful of his
words.

I asked about practice. And Lance.

"Did he treat you any differently?"

"Oh, I don't know. He didn't say anything. We definitely didn't talk about
`it.' I would say when we arrived, he shot me a `knowing smile.' And when
we were leaving, he made a point to say, `See you tomorrow night, Trent.'
But that's about it."

"And the showers...?" I teased.

"Oh, nothing really," Trent replied. "I was in a hurry to see you, so I
rushed through things. I didn't even look at anyone. It was probably the
easiest shower time I've had since I started."

"You mean you have a locker room full of naked men, with all those swinging
dicks, and you didn't look at anyone? Lance's cock alone commands
attention."

"Nope. I wanted to get out of there, and I didn't want to get hard in front
of them," he said.  He took a sip of beer. Then another.

"Okay, while I was drying off, I did look at Lance. He didn't see me at
first. Then as I was hanging my towel, he saw me looking. He gave me a
quick wink, and both our dicks started to get hard. We turned away from
each other and quickly got some clothes on to cover our crotches." Trent
paused. He looked at me sheepishly, "Is that okay?"

"Of course," I said. "It's right there! IT is right there. That dick. But
thanks."

"Mike, are you ..." he said, pausing again. "Are you doing this
... spending time with me ... just to be nice?"

Wow. How to answer that. Trent must have been doing some heavy thinking in
the past 24 hours. Was there an answer that would hurt him?

"Trent, if I'm being honest with you — and I said I always would be —
I'm sad and ashamed how we just sort of jumped into the sex. I feel that
set a bad example on my part. But am I spending time with you just to be
nice? Like I feel sorry for you? Heavens no. If I wasn't wanting to date
anyone or if I was in a relationship, I still would have wanted to listen
to you and help you feel comfortable about who you are. I hope you think of
me as a nice person. I still wonder how you are intersted in me at my
age..."

"Because 30 is ancient."

"Part of me knows you will probably find the right person closer to your
age — and I accept that — but for now, right now, I like how I feel
when we're together. So, for what it's worth, I've convinced myself: I'm
in."

He smiled. We each reached for our last slices of pizza.

I asked, "Want to watch a movie later?"

"Sure. We have some at the apartment. Want to come over?" he said.

I shot him a look.

"Trent. You have two roommates. How is that going to work? Are you going to
feel comfortable with a high school professor there?"

"Well. I suppose you're right. However, they will probably be out." He then
asked, "Your place?"

"Indeed. Want to grab a weekend bag?"

That was a leap. It wasn't just a sexual encounter. I asked him to spend
the weekend. Was I ready for that? Was HE ready for that? After I asked, I
questioned if I should have gone that far, that fast. Fuck, what kind of
example was I setting? I was attracted to Trent, but I knew I was handling
things so poorly. Had I really been so lonely that it was affecting my
decisions? But I had asked; mistake or not, I couldn't take it back.

He said, "yes." My heart leapt. How odd that spending the weekend with
someone seemed so impactful. I really did like him. But part of me was
still slightly on edge.

We drove to his apartment. His roommates were gone, and I walked in behind
him. As he scribbled a note saying he would be staying at a friend's place
tonight, I took in the room. Ugh. It had been so long since my college
years. Cramped quarters, guys who cleaned once a century, dishes all over
the counter and wrappers strewn about. Ugh.

I didn't say anything, but I guess my expression conveyed a slight bit of
repulsion. I caught Trent watching me look at the shortcomings of college
men.

He threw a few things in a sports bag, and we jumped in my car. Somehow, we
exhibited restraint and just talked during the drive to my house. He kept
his hands to himself.

"I hope you didn't feel pressured into asking me over. It wasn't right of
me to suggest your place," Trent said. "Please tell me if I do something
wrong. I really don't know what I'm doing."

"I'm actually looking forward to it," I said.

That was partially true. I was. But the more time we spent, the deeper we
got into a relationship that was probably ill advised.

I left the car in the driveway instead of pulling into the garage. It
wasn't yet 10:00. I asked if he wanted another beer. He said yes, and I
switched to a glass of wine.

They didn't have any streaming services in their apartment, so he found
something he had heard about on social media. I pulled it up. It seemed a
bit silly to me, but the night was light-hearted, so I went along with the
choice. Neither of us were remotely hungry, but we placed our drinks on the
coffee table. I shot a quick glance around the room and quietly smiled at
the organized dιcor and lack of clutter. I liked my place. A few minutes
into the movie, he grabbed one of the couch pillows and put in on my
lap. Laying down, he put his head at my waist, and we both watched the
film. I placed my arm over his shoulder with my hand resting on his chest.

Silly or not, the movie made us laugh several times. It captured our
attention, but that didn't stop us every now and then from showing an
affectionate touch. His hand would reach under the pillow and gently caress
my crotch. My hand massaged his chest through his shirt. We were probably
both hard as bricks, but we finished the movie.

"Crap. I left my phone charger in your car," he said suddenly, springing
upright.

I threw him the keys, and he ventured outside for a minute. He came in
quite surprised.

"Brrr. Man! The temperature has dropped big time," he said shivering.

"Yeah. A front was supposed to move in tonight and stay cold for a quick
snap," I said. "It warms back up on Sunday afternoon."

"I don't think I packed too smart," he said.

"I'll keep you warm this weekend," I winked.

"I'm sure you will," he said, moving forward to give me a kiss. "But. You
do know I have a game tomorrow night, right?"

"Ohhh, I suppose that makes sense for a basketball team. Are you all any
good?" I asked.

"Better than average, but not the best in our division. We might make
playoffs, but we won't win the championship."

"Well, not with that attitude," I said. "You never know."

"I suppose," he said, looking at nothing in particular. "If we do, we do;
if we don't, we don't. I'm proud of our team though. I am just glad it
provides me with exercise. It really eats into my time. It does. But I
enjoy it. But at least I can burn off some calories."

"Like you need to worry about that. You look great."

"Well, thank you. But we did have a lot of pizza tonight. I don't always
eat the best and ..."

"It's college."

"Yeah. Right. So, when I can run or at least burn off calories, I feel good
about it."

"Good for you."

"It started when I was 16. I was one of the last to get a driver's license
in my class. One of my friends got his in the fall. His family had a little
bit of money, so he was given a car right away. With this amazing feeling
of independence and freedom, he went out after school for milkshakes and
chili cheese fries like every day. I would go on occasion. On him, it
showed. By Christmas, you could tell. Probably 20 pounds, at least. I saw
another friend heading that way. Kind of freaked me out, actually. I
decided there to make sure I put things in balance and started running."

"That's very mature for a 16-year-old."

"Hmm. That sounds like a blanket judgement of all teenagers," he said with
a leer.

"Ha. Remember I work with them every day. I know a lethargic teen when I
see one. There are go-getters and then those that can't be bothered. I feel
fortunate I have great kids in my elective classes. The required ones
... eh, there are a few that are a handful."

"I'm sure."

I put my hands on his shoulders. "It's almost midnight, so we should let
this player get a good night's sleep."

He kissed me. "Hmm. I hope we aren't completely done yet, though."

He took my hand and gripped it. Then he moved it down to his crotch. I
could feel the hard bulge inside his jeans. I unzipped his fly. Pulling his
clothing over his hips, his cock sprang out and jutted toward my gaze. I
dropped to my knees and shoved my face into his groin. I inhaled the scent
of his crotch and let my tongue tickle the underside of his balls.

"Let's go to bed," I suggested.

Moving to the bedroom, I pulled off my shirt. He did the same. Throwing our
clothes on the floor at the foot of the bed, I got a sudden chill.

"Brr. I guess I will have to turn on the heat."

"No. Don't," he said. "Since I'm staying the night, I think it sounds
romantic to hold each other to keep ourselves warm."

Fully naked, I kissed his forehead. "It does, you romantic you."

We quickly brushed our teeth. The bathroom had two sinks. It had been
months since another man needed a sink at the same time. I liked this.

I turned out the lights and we both slid into bed. Just enough light from
the streetlight a few houses down entered the room so we could dimly see
each other.

"Thanks for inviting me to stay over," he softly said as his fingers ran
through the hair on my chest. "I wasn't expecting this."

"My pleasure," my lips answered before pressing to his. "I'm glad you're
here."

Our arms embraced and we kissed each other deeply for several minutes. This
wasn't a sexual hookup. It was taking things further. This had a tender
intimacy that we hadn't experienced the past two days. I liked it. I liked
him.

His hand reached to find my cock. It was almost at full mast. I reached for
his. I still enjoyed every time it found its way into my hands. We
continued to kiss while pulling on each other's organ.

I moved my head below the covers and wrapped my mouth on his phallus.

"Oh, Mike," he moaned.

I don't know why, but I still loved hearing him say my first name.

"Suck me `til I come," he requested.

I complied. Bobbing my head on his shaft, I sucked while my tongue licked
alongside the bottom of his dick. Soon he started thrusting it into my
throat; I stopped most of my movement and just let him fuck my mouth. He
moved the covers completely off me, trying to get the dimly lit view of my
head servicing his steel monument.

"This feels so good," he said out loud.

I moved up on my elbows and stretched a leg over his body. Leaning up, I
gently pulled him further down into the bed. Hovering back over him, my
cock was now poised right above his face and his flagpole right below
mine. He put his hands on my ass and moved my erect pipe into his open
mouth. We both hummed a moan of pleasure as I entered. We continued to suck
on each other in this position for a couple minutes. Then I rolled to my
side and we began to 69 each other. Endlessly. Moaning mixed with
slurping. Both of us took a hand and ran it through the crack of each
other's ass. His finger poked slightly into the pucker of my flesh. I
grunted. I sucked him harder. Stronger. I think we both wanted to speak
about our pleasure, but neither of us would take our mouths off the
prize. The warmth of his succulent flesh was intoxicating.

"You taste so good," I said, briefly taking my mouth off his hard meat and
taking a deep breath.  I lunged back to his crotch. I swallowed his package
with reckless abandon. Both my mouth and tongue were all over his
erection. His moans around my cock were getting louder. Squeezing the base,
I stimulated his cock with my hand while still sucking it madly. This
stimulation enflamed him. His volume increased. My fingers stroked his rod
harder. His body was tensing. I knew he was there. He screamed around my
dick and the first blast of hot liquid shot into my throat. Not trying to
swallow, I orally kept pounding his pulsing erection letting each stream
enter. Another shot came. Then another. After several, my mouth kept its
seal around his cock and slowly, carefully pulled off so that my tongue
could lick the last drops to ooze from the head of his manhood.

"Oh. My. God." he softly said to the ceiling.

I rolled him over onto his stomach. I straddled his body on my elbows and
rubbed my dick up and down his ass crack. I rubbed some more. He softly
cooed as he felt me pressing my hardness along his ass and lower back. I
kissed his neck. Grunting so close to his ears, each thrust of my pelvis
massaged his lower back and ass with my dick. I kept dry humping into his
back for a couple of minutes. I tilted my head down and pressed my forehead
into his back. I was grunting harder. Louder.

"I feel so hot, Trent. I'm so glad you are under me."

My hips kept thrusting my hard-on up and down his crack. The friction of my
cock and his skin caused the veins in my male anatomy to pulse. My grunting
was animalistic. I eventually felt I was nearing climax.

"I want to come all over you," I groaned into his neck.

"Yes. Do it. Come on me, Mike," he said before burying his face into the
pillow.

I leaned upright and grabbed my pole, yanking it violently.

"Oh. Ohhh. Ohhhhh yeah. I'm going to come, Trent."

The orgasm rose within me.

"IIIII'm coooooming," I screamed.

My first launch arced across his back and landed on his shoulder. My second
shot splashed down his shoulder blade. The third fired strong in my yanking
grasp, landing between the shoulder blades and near his neck. What remained
squirted on his lower back, with the last one dripping into his ass
crack. I continued to pump until the cannon had no shots left to fire.

"Man," I softly said. "Man, oh man. That was really good."

"I thought it was kind of hot, too," Trent said with his face buried in the
pillow, his backside splattered in a sexual Jackson Pollock painting.

I chuckled. After getting a deep breath, I motioned him to stay there. I
crawled from the bed and went into the bathroom to get a wet washcloth and
a dry towel to clean up my handsome boyfriend.

Boyfriend. Can I get used to that? Were we boyfriends already?

Once Trent was clean, I tossed the towels to the floor and slid next to
him.

"Brr. Now that we're done with that, I feel a chill again," I said.

"We're done?" he laughed.

"Yes! You nut! You need some sleep."

I pulled the covers up, and we held each other, feeding off each other's
warmth. It felt good. "We" felt good.

I moved to face him. We kissed.

"Good night, Trent."

"Good night, Mike." He paused. Softly, he said, "I'm happy."

"Me too."

Sharing a bed was our next big step. It was probably too soon for him. But
at the same time, it was comfortable.

I held Trent in my arms. My life was changing at an incredibly fast
pace. I'm not sure if I felt in control of it. Of anything! Oftentimes,
after I had climaxed, my thoughts would change after the passion of the
moment faded. But they weren't for Trent. I was concerned that I probably
wasn't the right person to guide him out of the closet. But I knew I liked
him. I was open with him like no one else I had been able to talk to for
months. It made me realize how much I had closed off my social circle,
particularly in the gay community. Being a teacher always made me feel like
I should be at arm's length. Here, with this new man — albeit a young
man — I was suddenly opening up like never before. I felt an
overwhelming sense of peace as I breathed in the scent of a man next to
me. I fell asleep easily.