Date: Fri, 19 Mar 2021 14:06:20 -0500
From: timothylane414@gmail.com
Subject: Extracurricular, Chapter 4

If you have read this far, thank you. I hope you are getting to know Mike
and Trent. I'd be interested in how you feel about each character. There is
so much left to tell. Hopefully you are enjoying it.

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— TL


4

We slept in fairly late. Around 9:30, I became aware of a gentle touch
hovering around my morning wood.

"Umm. Good morning, you," I said with a small peck on his lips.

His touch became a fondle. I would have been up for morning sex. But only
if he wanted it. I reached for his cock. It was long, but not hard.

"Mmm," he said. He gave me a long kiss. "Sorry. I have to pee."

I chuckled as Trent crawled from the bed and went into the bathroom. I
could hear the stream fall from his penis for what seemed like forever.
Well, we did have a lot to drink. Finally, the waterfall dwindled into
small droplets.

As he walked back into the room, I noticed his hair. It was the first time
I had seen it smushed after a night's sleep. It made me smile.

"What?" he asked.

"You're adorable," I replied.

He gave me a quick kiss. "Thanks."

Then he went to the foot of the bed, grabbed his briefs, slid them up and
turned toward the kitchen.

"I saw the coffee maker on the counter. Want me to brew us a pot?" he
asked.

"Sounds good. Filters and coffee are in the far-left cabinet. To make the
..."

"I know how. My mom has the same coffee maker," he called back, walking to
the kitchen. "And you're adorable, too."

I smiled; a bit surprised that my guest was making me coffee as I laid in
bed. My mom has the same coffee maker, too, now that I thought about it.

I didn't feel like getting dressed. I laid there a couple of minutes while
I heard Trent tinker in the kitchen. Sounds of cabinets and drawers and the
fridge opening went on for a minute. Eventually I heard coffee dripping,
and the first scent of a fresh brew traveled to the bedroom.

I reached down and touched my dick. It wasn't hard, but I just lightly
stroked it for the sake of it being touched. I pushed off the covers and
laid there wondering what we would choose to do today. But I felt the
chill. If we were getting up, I needed to raise the temperature.

Trent stood in the bedroom doorway. "How would you feel about a jog?"

He then just gazed at me, laying there in my naked complacency.

"Like now?! It's cold out there!" I remarked.

"A cold run will be good. It will wake us up."

"As would other things," I said under my breath. But he heard it anyway.

He walked to me and fondled my cock. His mouth went down and slurped on it
for a few seconds. After that tease, he walked back to the kitchen.

"We'll have time for everything," he said, his voice trailing off.

Trent had not been "out" for a full week. In all honesty, he wasn't even
out. He had just taken the step to accept who is truly is. I felt good
about helping him do that, hated how we started out, and was slightly
bemused that when he was with me, he seemed totally comfortable with being
gay. Fondling, kissing, nudity — if we were away from others, he had
achieved a comfort level that was somewhat mature and impressive. I could
feel the change when penetrated the bubble of safety surrounding my
house. He had made great strides in a short time, but not so much that he
felt comfortable about what other people might think. There was still a
fear of being judged by his peers. I was a safety net of finally being who
he wanted to be.

I pulled on my boxers and a long T-shirt and strolled out into the living
room, pausing to adjust the temperature.

We sat at my kitchen table. I enjoyed being served by this scantily clad
young man. My house usually didn't have such an amenity.

I stirred a small splash of milk into my coffee with a pinch of brown
sugar. Trent drank his black. He blew across the top of it for a second.

"Did you sleep okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. Why?" he returned.

"Well. If I gather right, you haven't spent the night with someone in a
very long time. Having a person in bed next to you takes some getting used
to. It's been a few months since I have shared my bed. I was aware of your
body next to mine. But for you, it had to be kind of strange."

"At first," he said. "We held each other for a while. I loved the feeling
of us being pressed against each other. It was chilly, so that made it
nice. I let my fingers run through your chest hair."

"I remember that. I liked that. I must have been close to dozing off after
that, though."

"You did. You slipped off to dreamland. You turned onto your side, and I
just held you. I thought about how much I liked it. I listened to you
breathe. It was soothing. My dick was pressed up against your butt. Just
thinking about that kept me awake for a while. But eventually I drifted off
to sleep. I was comfortable. I'd occasionally wake up when I felt you move,
and I would remember where I was. I'd hold you again for a little while."

"Me too," I said. "To be honest, it has been close to a year since I had
slept with someone. Well, last summer. I'd never really thought about me
consciously not dating. I just wasn't. I'm glad you were comfortable with
things. I know it's new. I would understand if you had problems with
it. However, it was nice having someone to share my bed with again."

"I'm surprised you're not with someone," he said. "You're kind of a catch."

"Ha!" I laughed. "Well, I'm glad you think so. Dating is not always
great. It can be kind of superficial. You'll see."

"Well, right now, I'm kind of loving it," he said.

I smiled at him.

"You'll experience many men in your life, Trent. Some are really nice. Some
are hot. Some are jerks. Some are good men, but just won't be right for
you," I said, sounding like some sage guru who knew everything atop my
mountain of knowledge.

"So, how many boyfriends have you been with?"

"What? Why do you ask that?" I inquired.

"I don't know. I've told you a lot about myself. How was it for you? Coming
out. Learning the ropes. Finding men to date."

I thought for a moment. I wasn't sure how to answer. What would he
appreciate? What would put him off?

"Well, if you don't count fooling around with a couple of friends early in
high school, my first solid encounter with a guy was my sophomore year in
college. I accepted I was gay but didn't publicly talk about it. You still
find people though. Your gaydar sets in." I paused trying to remember
details. "We discovered each other — imagine, in a gym locker room —
with a few looks which were rather telling. He was a junior and had more
experience than me. We wound up grabbing coffee, then dinner, then drinks
in his apartment ... then I stayed the night."

"Did he have roommates?" Trent asked.

"Yeah. That was kind of weird. One was gone for the weekend and the other
was out late. I guess we were ... `done' ... when the roommate got back. I
figured I wasn't the first guy that had slept over. Apparently, things were
out in the open. I guess his roommates didn't mind."

"Wow," Trent softly said.

"Yeah. It was kind of odd knowing I would be waking up with someone else in
the room seeing me. But. I just went with it. It wasn't much more than
`hey' and an introduction the next morning."

I took a drink of coffee.

"We goofed around for a couple weeks," I continued. "It seemed more of just
`fun' than a relationship. Sadly, it was more sex than kissing ... or
talking. It wasn't a great start for me. He eventually wanted someone
new. I wasn't really hurt when he moved on, so I suppose I wasn't that into
him."

"His loss," Trent interjected.

"College was more simple dates when I could grab them and felt we could
have some private time in rooming situations. I probably slept with about
five or six guys. The last one, my senior year, was the first time things
got serious. We really clicked. I fell for him pretty hard, and I think he
loved me too. Graduation came, and we both knew deep down we were headed in
different places. It was hard, but we made the break." I paused. "I wonder
what he is doing now."

We both took sips of coffee. When I didn't offer more, Trent pressed
further.

"And since then?"

"A few guys. Some weren't serious. I probably just wanted sex more than a
true relationship, but there were a few relationships that lasted a
while. The most recent was last year. It lasted for close to a year but
ended early last summer."

"What happened?" Trent asked.

"I'm not sure. We were in love for a short time, but in the last month,
both of us could tell things weren't the same. I'll be very upfront — my
job can get in the way. It makes some demands, and being in education, I
like to keep my life private, so I am not as public as he wanted to
be. That's something I should work on."

We sat quietly a moment.

"To answer your original question, I've been with about 10 guys. Maybe a
dozen at most," I offered.

"That tells me quite a bit. Thank you for opening up to me," he said.

"Do you think less of me?"

"What? Why would I do that?"

"Well, I'm probably not the best role model for someone figuring out their
sexuality. Just hearing me say out loud that I may have done it just for
sex sounded even a little shallow for me."

"Hello? It's college. I think a lot of people sleep around."

"I suppose. Now that I'm older, I find I need something deeper than
that. And ... Trent, I don't want you to think that `this' is ... just
sleeping around. Okay?" I said, looking into his eyes. "I like you."

"Okay. Thanks."

"I still feel my age isn't the right fit for you, but I am really enjoying
our time together. I'm sort of enjoying seeing this new world through your
eyes. This time with you has been really great. I've enjoyed having someone
to talk to again. I like ... `us.' Even if you will wake up one day and
think of me as some old coot and ditch me."

Trent laughed. "Hardly."

He leaned over to kiss me.

"I imagine dating someone my age again is kind of weird for you," he said,
staring at his coffee.

"WEIRD isn't the right word. UNEXPECTED maybe? I think I will handle this
better than you. You will have all sorts of temptations and offers and
... variety ... on campus. If I help you accept who you are and develop
confidence, then I will feel good about us."

"You make `us' sound very temporary. I take it you feel we won't last."

Hm. That wasn't what I meant, but at the same time, that was probably
true. Had I offended him?

"Trent, as long as we take things slow — which we really AREN'T doing
— it will be fun to see where we go. I just know you are young. You're
figuring it all out. You have a lot of choices to make."

"Well, so far, my first choice is pretty awesome," he said with a
wink. "Now about that run..."

"Ugh. Okay. How about a half jog, half walk? You're in better shape than
me."

"Oh, please," he responded. "Your shape is just fine. But, okay, I can do
that."

We decided to skip breakfast and do a brunch when we got back.

He hadn't brought warmer clothes, so I gave him one of my sweatshirts. We
both put on some sweatpants and headed out the front door. We could see our
breath. The temperature had not warmed up much. The sun was out, so it was
bound to warm a few degrees as we jogged. That combined with the amount of
exercise we put into the next 50 minutes made the cold temperatures a
non-issue. We both actually worked up a bit of a sweat, particularly in the
last run back to the house.  During the jog, I let Trent talk about his
teammates. I noticed his body close to mine as we ran. But when a car would
get closer, he would run ahead a few steps as if two guys jogging aside
each other could only mean one thing.

Inside, we started to undress. He took off all his clothes except my
sweatshirt. I loved seeing him in my clothes. It seemed like one small
thing we were sharing. His balls were dangling loose. I stepped over to him
and groped his penis.

"Can I join you in the shower?" I asked.

"I'd be insulted if you didn't," he said, pulling off the sweatshirt.

Now naked, I opened the shower door and turned on the water. Both our
towels from the other night were still there. We were ready to step in when
I noticed Trent's cock was already hard. I grabbed it and pulled him into
the shower by his anatomy. The water felt good pouring down our bodies. It
warmed us up nicely. Having grabbed his erection made my own dick
lengthen. It jutted upward which was too tempting for Trent not to grab
it. As he massaged my member, I grabbed the soap and started sudsing up his
body. When I reached all I could, he let go of my shaft and rinsed clean. I
then lathered again and scrubbed his cock, balls and every inch of his
crotch. I turned him around and lathered my hands really well and worked
them into his ass crack. In so doing, my finger slipped inside his
hole. The soapy probe slipped in fairly easily as if he was expecting
it. His puckered entrance relaxed, and I slipped another finger in. I
momentarily fucked his hole with my digits. He put his hands on the back
wall of the shower, and I continued to work my fingers in him. With each
poke of my hand, my own dick jumped. I felt so hard.

"Ahhh," he sighed as I worked his hole. "I want you inside me."

I slowly touched my pole to his ass crack. Gently, slowly, I let the head
slip inside. He gasped, then relaxed. He moved his ass back toward me
forcing two more inches inside him.

"Oh yeah. Mmmm," he moaned.

Carefully I pushed my entire cock inside him.

"Oh fuck, yeah," I whispered. I put one arm around his chest. The other
reached for his dick, and I started working him from both sides. I fucked
him for a couple minutes.

"How about we finish this in the bed," I suggested.

"Sure. Yeah."

I pulled my cock out.

He grabbed shampoo, and as he rubbed it through my hair, I got to my knees
and sucked his cock as part of the spray poured over my face as I did so. I
stood and let Trent rub soap on my body. When I was rinsed, I put my arms
around him, and we stood in the hot spray. We started to kiss, rubbing our
dicks into each other. We wiggled our hips to rub our cocks together even
more. I finally let him go and turned off the water.

We took a few minutes to dry off and comb our hair. His erection waned a
bit. Mine was as hard as ever. I was eager to be back inside him.

I grabbed his hand and walked him toward the bed. As I did so, his cell
rang. He looked over at the face of it.

"Oh, man. Hold on. Sorry. Let me take this."

Trent answered. His reaction startled me. I quickly could tell something
urgent was happening. He wasn't frantic, but visibly concerned. Soon he
hung up after getting details he needed.

"What happened?" I asked.

"One of my team members was in a car crash!" he said.

"Oh my gosh! Is he okay?"

"We're not sure." Trent stopped. "I'm sorry. I should go. I'd like to check
this out before the game tonight, just to see what all is happening."

"Of course."

We got dressed, and I took Trent back to his apartment making a stop for
both of us to grab a bite on the go.

Before getting out of the car, Trent leaned over to kiss me.

"I'm so sorry," he said.

"I understand," I said. "Keep me in the loop."

—

A couple of hours later, my cell rang.

"Hey! How did things work out? How's your friend?" I asked.

"He's going to be okay. The door was smashed in, so his shoulder and left
arm are really bruised. It was just scary. His car is out of commission. At
least for now. It looks pretty bad to me. I'm just glad he's okay."

"I'm sure. Scary, but glad it wasn't worse," I answered. "I assume everyone
will still head to the game."

"Yeah. Sorry that our day got cut short."

"Your bag is still here. Want to come back after the game?"

"Yeah. I think I'd like to. Let's just make sure my coach doesn't need us
for a while with this change today. If it does, I'll let you know. Thanks
for understanding."

"Play well. I'll see you tonight, hon'," I said.

Hon'. Why did I use that word? So corny. Oh well, it's what I
felt. Hopefully, he didn't roll his eyes when he heard it.

With my evening completely free, I decided to go see Trent play. Two hours
later I was at the university. The basketball court looked like it had
recently been resurfaced. It was quite shiny. The stands were about
two-thirds full. I found myself seated fairly close to the home team's end
of the court for the second half, about halfway up.

During my college days, I went to several of our basketball games. I was
fairly embedded with school spirit, as were my friends. It had been five
years since I'd been in a basketball court environment. It all came back
— the squeaking of shoes, the loud voices, the echo of the bleachers,
the sound of the ball bouncing, buzzers.

The game was close. I enjoyed watching Trent play. He was good. I saw Lance
for the first time since — good lord! — having my mouth on his
dick. Wow. That dick. I cringed remembering that ridiculous mistake. The
rest of the players were a broad mix of young college men. White, African
American, one Hispanic player ... most were fairly tall. There was a
shorter one that was very agile but seemed out of place as a basketball
player. However, his moves were fast, and he still made great shots despite
his shorter height. He was a good player. I thought a few of them were
really cute, but all of them looked like fine young men. Young. And yet I
was sleeping with one of them. I respected how sports gave kids a sense of
purpose and responsibility. They seemed to be a good team.

In the third quarter, one of the players was fouled. As he lined up to take
a free throw shot, other players stood at the lane line. Trent was one of
them standing there. After the first shot, he was clapping like his fellow
players. His eyes momentarily lifted to the stands. Surprisingly, he saw
me. Our eyes locked. His jaw opened, then switched to a smile. His focus
snapped back to the game when the second free throw landed. Thankfully, he
paid attention to the game. During one time out he managed to look up at
me. I gave a small wave, to which he smiled.

Twenty minutes later, the game was over. Trent's team lost by four
points. I walked to my car ready to head home. Before I made it to the
driveway, a text came in. I played it through my Bluetooth hoping it was
Trent. It was.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" it said.

Once home, I poured a glass of wine. I pulled out my phone and replied to
his text.

"Because I didn't want to be a distraction. I'm back home. Are you still
coming?" I texted.

"Yes. I'll be there around 11."  "Ish."

When "11ish" arrived, I heard a knock on the door. I had seen his car pull
in, so my heart was beating a little faster. I was honestly excited to see
him. I wondered if he would tease me for calling him "Hon'."

"I'm surprised you knocked," I said opening the door.

"I debated," he said as he leaned forward to give me a kiss. "It didn't
seem right to just barge in."

"I give you full authority to walk in from here on out. Wine? Beer?"

"Actually, I'm good. I could just use something light to watch on TV," he
said, throwing his uniform bag by the door. "And ice cream."

"Ha. What makes you think I have any?"

"I was your server this morning, remember?"

We both laughed.

"Is it silly that I missed you today?" he asked, grabbing a scoop out of
the drawer.

I leaned on the counter.  "I hope not. I missed you. I had to entertain
myself for a couple of hours."

"You poor thing." He stopped dipping ice cream to give me another peck on
the lips.

I watched him place three scoops into a bowl. Trent rinsed the ice cream
scoop and placed it in the strainer. Ice cream sounded kind of good, but I
had a glass of wine started.

"Lance asked about you," he said, putting away the carton.

I choked on my sip of wine.

"What? Oh great. What did he say?"

"We were visiting with John — our friend in the car wreck — and as we
walked back to our cars, he asked if I had seen you."

"oooOOOooo. What did you say?"

"I told him I spent the night in your bed last night," Trent said.

"You did not!!"

"I did." He paused. "Oh, I'm sorry. I should have respected your
privacy. Did I cross a line?"

"The man's dick was in my mouth. Please. I think lines were crossed a few
days ago. I'm just surprised you were able to be so honest about it," I
said.

"Actually, me too. I never could have said that last week. We all seem to
be sharing the same secret. I'm trusting him to keep it," Trent said. "If
you really want to know, he told me he was envious. He likes you."

"I'm all the rage with college men," I quipped sarcastically. "But too bad
for him, I'm all yours tonight."

A drop of melted ice cream dropped onto Trent's chin. He glanced for a
napkin or something. I helped him out by licking it off, then kissing him,
which tasted of chocolate.

I turned on the television. As I flipped through options, I decided on an
episode of "Will & Grace." Trent took his bowl to the sink.

"This show did a lot for gay rights, you know?" I said toward the kitchen.

"I know."

When the episode was over, it was midnight. We decided to call it a night.

After brushing our teeth, we stripped naked and slipped under the covers.

"You were great on the court. Your team is very good," I told Trent.

"You are aware we lost, right?"

"Only by four points. One of your team players was injured. I think it is
understandable that you all could have been a bit off your game," I
defended.

We turned on our sides to face each other.

"Maybe. I think we were all hoping to win the game. Y'know, `for John.' Oh
well," he sighed.

"You've been through a lot today," I said. Pausing a moment. "Do you still
feel like sex?"

Trent put his arms around me, moving closer.

"I came back, didn't I?"

We kissed.

"I'm glad you did."

We kissed again. I started kissing his neck. I rubbed my beard on the
stubble of Trent's cheek. I kissed his neck again and moved down to his
chest, kissing a trail of small pecks to the center of his chest, over to a
nipple, and then down to his navel. I reached to cup his balls in my
hand. I fondled them. I liked how they felt in my hands; they played well
with others. I worked my fingers around his dick. He was not hard. I
wondered if the day's events had brought him down. I decided to bury my
face into his crotch and began licking his balls. I could sense his cock
starting to move. I let my nose inhale its length as it grew longer. I
licked its underside. My mouth then engulfed his organ and began sucking
it. I could feel it grow inside my mouth. I sucked it some more. Within a
couple minutes it was definitely at full length. Soon, Trent was softly
moaning.

"Earlier today you were inside me. Do you want to fuck me?" he asked.

"Are you up for that?"

"Yeah. Let's do it."

"Okay then."

I opened the bottom drawer of my nightstand and pulled out a towel and a
bottle of lube. Trent slid the towel under him, laying on his belly. I
reached into the drawer again and lifted out a small bottle of massage
oil. I rubbed some between my hands and began to rub the warm oil into his
shoulders.

"Oh, that feels good after a game," he said.

I spent a few minutes rubbing his back, his neck, his shoulders and his
ass. Massaging his body, his skin felt warmer. He seemed to melt with my
touch. As my hands worked all over his backside, my erection got hard and
tight.

I reached for the lube and popped open the lid. I squirted a little on my
hand and coated my cock. I held it up to drip some along his ass crack. It
was slightly cool and made his body jump as a stream slid toward his
hole. I put some more on my hands and worked it down into his ass and the
start of his hole. I slipped a finger inside. He took it with a moan. Two
fingers made him stiffen, but he relaxed and wriggled his ass with my
fingers inside. I worked three fingers in and thrust them in and out. I
wiped my fingers on the edge of the towel and positioned my body to place
my dick right at his ass. Carefully, the head of my cock poked into his
tunnel. He seemed ready. My cock moved in further. We stayed in that
position for a few seconds. I then pushed in further. Seconds later, my
entire cock had moved inside him. I let out a grunt.

"You okay?" I asked. He nodded.

I rested on my elbows and started thrusting my erection in and out of
Trent's ass. It was sliding nicely, so I think both of us were enjoying
it. I was holding back on my moans of pleasure. As I fucked him from
behind, I started to become more forceful. I then started getting vocal. As
I really began ramming his ass, he started to groan in approval. I slid off
my elbows and moved my arms underneath his chest. His back was completely
pressed into my chest now and my mouth was aside his neck, so close to his
ears.

"It feels good inside you," I whispered in his ear.

"It feels good for me, too. Don't stop. I like you inside me."

My hips continued thrusting my cock in and out of his hole. I was grunting
and groaning with each thrust, hammering my hard-on with solid force. His
hands pressed against the headboard and then wrapped around his pillow
holding it tight. I moved back onto my elbows. In and out I kept pushing my
stone pillar far into the depths of Trent's internal warmth. Throbbing,
pounding, fucking. His taut ass moved in rhythm with my thrusts. We crashed
into each other.

"Pound me, Mike. Fuck my ass."

My breathing was heavy. My moaning was sexual in every sense of the
word. My erection was iron, sliding in and out of Trent's hole. My hips
kept thrusting for a few minutes, never wavering in its rhythm. We moaned
together.

"Ohhh, I feel good, Trent. My cock feels so good. I'm close. I'm getting
close."

"Come inside me, Mike. Come in me. I want you to shoot your cum deep in my
ass."

I thrusted even harder. In and out — my cock was so hot and intense. The
sensations were shooting through my body now. I was at the edge.  I raised
on stiffened arms. My body started to convulse. My cock exploded.

"I'm coming! Oh baby, I'm coming in you. Ohhhhhh Trent, I'm coming so deep
in your ass," I called out. "Fuck. Oh fuck," I said as my dick continued
erupting.

I breathed deep, placing my forehead on his back. Then I collapsed on his
body. My arms wrapped under his chest and we laid there, pressed together,
my cock still inside him, slightly pulsing and thrusting. We didn't
move. We just listened to each other breathe. It took a moment to regain my
strength.

I moved off my partner, lying next to him.

"Spread your legs open," Trent said.

I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but I complied. He motioned me to sit
up. He moved in front of me, with his back to me. My legs were spread open
and cradled his body.

"Hold me," he said moving directly in front of me leaning back.

My arms wrapped around him, and he reached down for his cock. It was fully
hard again and he started stroking it. As his fist pumped his seven-inch
erection, he tilted his head back onto my shoulder. I gripped his pecs as
he masturbated in front of me. My dick was still long and aligned with his
ass crack. Every time Trent groaned, I felt my penis pulse, pushing against
his ass. As he pumped his meat, my hands roamed over his chest and
torso. He continued masturbating, occasionally writhing his body into
me. His breathing became heavier. His moaning became louder. His pumping
became more aggressive.

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah," he started to breathe.

"Yeah, babe. Do it. Come all over your chest. Come for me."

He yanked harder and faster. He groaned. His body became a powerful engine,
pistons running on all cylinders. He screamed out, and I heard the first
stream of his orgasm land on his chest. With each spurt he moaned, "yeah."
After making sure every bit of cum had been forced from his cock, he rested
with a deep breath. He pushed further back into me. Reaching down, he found
my hand and held it for a minute. Eventually he took my hand and forced it
to rub and smear the cum on this chest. I breathed out a soft "ooohhh." He
pulled the edge of the towel that was still underneath us, freeing
it. Wiping the cum from his chest, he leaned forward. I moved out from
behind him getting a washcloth from the bathroom. I pondered that I didn't
really do anything much to bring Trent off tonight. It was probably our
least impressive sex so far but was still admittedly good. We both had good
orgasms. After we wiped the affected areas of our bodies, we settled back
into bed.

"Wow," he said.

"Hm?"

"Last week, I never would have believed I'd be doing this — actually
having sex with a man. It still feels ... unbelievable."

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Oh, hell yeah. Part of me wonders why I waited so long. I've enjoyed
having sex with you. I hope it has been okay for you too."

"Trust me. Yes."

"I know you've been with a lot of men, and ..."

"I wouldn't say A LOT."

"Well, more than me." Trent was silent a moment. "I know I'm still learning
stuff. I hope the things I am doing and things I am saying are okay. I hope
I don't sound dumb."

I found it curious that he had reverted back to hesitancy and feeling
timid.  "There's nothing sexier than a man being himself. And I think the
two of us click really well. Sexually and otherwise." I gave Trent a quick
kiss.

"Do you remember the first night you spent with someone?" he asked me.

"Well, ... I don't know ... yeah." I tried to recall any details. "If it
was the very first time — and it wasn't much — I was doing a
sleepover with a friend in high school. We were in his bed. I was in a
T-shirt and briefs, he just had briefs on. I think I had been asleep for a
little while. I felt his hand move on top of mine. He didn't say
anything. I just laid there wondering. It was just that for a few
minutes. Then he moved his fingers around mine to where it was more like we
were holding hands. I wasn't even sure if he knew I was awake. After a few
more minutes, he moved my hand over closer to him. I felt the bare skin of
his hip. I realized then he had slipped off his underwear. He was naked
next to me."

"Oooo, what did you think in that moment?"

"Well. I wasn't sure. I mean, I had never done anything with anybody. Not
even kissed to be honest. At least not a serious kiss. I think I just
rubbed the back of my fingers alongside his ass cheek. I did that for a few
minutes. Just knowing he was naked made me hard. Then he just gently moved
my hand up to his hard-on. I felt it. I didn't take my hand away. His hand
started me stroking his cock. I did for a few minutes, and he came. He
reached to the side of the bed, grabbed a towel he had stashed there and
then rolled over."

"What about you?"

"Right. I'm not sure if after he came, he was embarrassed, had lost all
sexual drive, or he didn't just know what to say or do. It just
... ended. I wanted to come so bad. I tried hard to go back to sleep. It
took about an hour."

"Did you jack off or anything?"

"I contemplated it, but then just sort of freaked out with what I would do
with my cum. I didn't have a towel on my side. It was all awkward."

"And yet innocent."

"Yeah. When I woke up, he had his arm around me. A knock on the door
startled him awake and we both got out of bed. I saw him naked, his dick
just hanging there for me to see. And we didn't say anything about
anything."

"Man, I did nothing in high school," Trent said, a little forlorn. "I mean
with anybody."

"High school rarely goes well for anyone. You explore, you experiment. I
think a lot of guys fool around, even though they aren't gay."

"Did you ever do anything with him again?"  "Nope. We actually did less
together after that. Sex can change things. It changes relationships,
particularly if ... it's just sex."

"Yeah. I think that's what happened with me my sophomore year," Trent
said. "It just ... happened. Then we didn't really see or say anything to
each other after it was over. Sad."

I stared at the ceiling. This had been a very open conversation. It pulled
back a lot of memories for me. To be honest, it sort of scared the shit out
of me. Trent was right at the beginning of his sexual awakening. I was not
a right fit. But we seemed to like each other. Maybe we could work.

"Trent?"

"Yeah."

"I don't want you to feel that way about me. About this. I am so sorry that
... we started out with sex. I mean ... we really started with sex. That's
a horrible way to begin any relationship. I guess I was so ... horny
... after not being with anyone for so long. I just threw common sense out
the window. But ... please know I think more of you than just that. I like
you. I've liked spending these days with you. I'm sorry you didn't have a
more `innocent' entrance into your new gay life. I just sort of messed that
up for you. That makes me kind of sad."

"No you didn't," he softly said, defensively. "I mean, did I have a chance
to be clumsy and fumble in the dark? Maybe not. But I'm not a teenager
either."

"Still, I feel like I have taken something from you. Instead of a sexual
experience being ... kind and tender ... we went straight to `Come in me,
Mike!' very quickly."

"Am I coming on strong?" he asked. "I really don't know what I'm doing. And
I'm sorry that I just pushed myself into your world."

"No apologies necessary. And trust me, you do know what you're doing.
Please know I value this ... you ... our friendship ... this sudden
romance. You're important to me."

He kissed me on the lips. "Ditto."

"I'm so glad you came back," I said to him turning out the lights. "Good
night."

"I am too. Good night," he returned. "Hon'."