Date: Mon, 12 Apr 2021 09:14:15 -0500
From: timothylane414@gmail.com
Subject: Adult Friends: Extracurricular, Chapter 8

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	Chapter 8

I struggled to make sense of where I was. I mean, I was in my bed, but
... I didn't remember going to bed. I was in my jeans, but no shirt. Trent
wasn't there, but the shirt I loaned him was neatly folded.

What the heck happened?? I sat up. Ohhh. That didn't feel good. Really? A
hangover? I'm an idiot. I slowly got up and walked into the bathroom to
pee. As my stream poured into the toilet, I tried to piece together how
last night went down.

I came out and looked around. There was no sign that Trent had even been
there. Then I saw the note on the fridge.

       "Hon,
	Hope you are feeling okay. Call me during the day. I'm sorry about
dinner, but I had the cheesecake before I left. Yummers.

       Can't wait to see you.

       XO

       T—"

Okay.

Okay, Mike, focus. I needed to get ready for work. I ate a quick bowl of
oatmeal. A shower did me a world of good. I felt a little better. A
little. I made it to school at my usual time. Before classes started, I
sent Trent a quick text.

"I'm at work. Thanks for setting the alarm."

"Good. How do you feel?" he buzzed back.

"Fair. Not great. I'll call later."

I checked my email. There was going to be a change to today's
schedule. Morning announcements confirmed we were having a guest speaker.

While I had been in top form in my teaching the last few days, today was a
much weaker performance. My head hurt a little, and too often I tried to
piece together the ending of the night before and just couldn't. As much as
I was floundering, my lessons were well prepared, so they proceeded well.

After my second class, I realized the schedule change butted right up
against my lunch break. Before my third class started, I called Trent.

"Hey, I only have a minute, but one of my classes is canceled due to an
assembly. It's right between my lunch break and planning period, so I have
a couple hours. Want to do lunch?"

"Yeah, sure. I'm free until my 2:00 class," he said.

"Great, we should have about 90 minutes. I'll meet you at your apartment
and we can grab something there on campus," I said. After he agreed, I
ended the call. "Gotta go."

After my third period, I signed out in the office for an "errand" and left
school. The speaker was on climate change. I probably would have found it
interesting, but I wanted to see Trent.

I drove the 10 minutes to the university and its campus apartments. Trent
was waiting for me outside. We hugged. We hopped into his car, gave each
other a quick kiss and he drove us to the campus bistro. The weather was
nice, so we decided to eat outside. For a college café, the sandwiches
were pretty good.

"Thank you for last night," I said. "I'm pretty embarrassed."

"How do you feel now?" he asked.

"Better. Did I black out at the club?"

"No. Not really. We were dancing. We kind of worked up a sweat. You were
saying things that ... didn't really make a lot of sense. You weren't
finishing all your sentences either. I just wanted to get you home."

"And you were good to drive I assume?"

"Yeah, I just had two beers and the few sips I had at your place."

"I didn't have that much. I wonder why it hit me?"

"Let's see ... no food, two glasses of wine at your place, two at Daniel's
..." he started.

"Yeeeeaaaah. That's almost a bottle."

"Then you slammed two White Russians down really fast. You had your share."

"Guh. Now I'm humiliated."

"Forget it. Think about where I was when I got to your place, and I ended
the night dancing! That was good."

"Well, actually you ended the night taking me home. How hard was it to get
me inside?"

"A tad tricky. You started to snooze on the drive back. I woke you up and
helped you stumble into your bedroom. Then..."

"Lord! How embarrassing," I moaned.

"It wasn't that bad. I just knew you needed to sleep it off."

"THANK you for setting my alarm. How did you know what time?"

"I just used what was programmed in."

"That was very sweet to think of that. Probably saved my neck this
morning."

I glanced at my watch.

"Did you not want to hear the guest lecture?" he asked.

"He's a notable speaker on climate change. I would have probably enjoyed
it, but I'm a strong advocate of supporting climate change reform, so it's
not like anyone has to influence me. I really wanted to know what happened
last night."

"Hey guys!! Nice to see you two again," said a voice approaching.

"Hi, Ash," Trent replied. "Care to join us?"

"Can't. I gotta grab a coffee and dash."

"Sooo... you two. Are you working on something together?"

"Yeah. Our relationship," Trent said, grabbing to hold my hand.

"Get out!!!! I am sooo glad to hear you say that. It's about time."

The three of us smiled. I was a bit shocked. Trent came out to his first
person, and I was there with him. What strides he was making.

"Do you think Matt and Ali know?" Trent asked Ash.

"They probably have suspicions, but we've never discussed it. They
occasionally mention that they wished you would find someONE, but they
never say, `find a GIRL.' Are you not out to them?"

"So far the only person on campus I've come out to is you."

Ash gasped. "Seriously?! Aww. I'm honored."

Ash gave Trent a big hug. Then he moved around the table and gave me one
too.

"Gotta run. I'll see you tonight."

"Tonight?" Trent inquired.

"Yeah. The set has to be hung tonight. We have dress rehearsal
tomorrow. We're counting on you to be there," Ash said.

"Okay," Trent said in the most unenthusiastic way possible. "I've got two
big tests this week. I hope I can find time to study."

"You'll be fine," Ash said walking away. He made it about 12 feet and then
turned to walk back. "And, by the way, you two make an adoooooorable
couple. Tah!"

We smiled.

"See ya, Ash," Trent said.

"I'm not a fan of that expression," I said casually.

"What? See ya?"

"Yeah."

"Why?" he asked truly bewildered.

"I don't know. It just sounds like something you'd say to blow someone
off. See ya!" I said, flipping my wrist.

"No. It means `I'll see you later,' `I'll see you soon,' `I'll see you at
the ... whatever.' Don't you think it sounds optimistic like `We'll meet
again'?"

"Hmmm," I said trying to think of something to change the subject.

Trent took the last bite of his sandwich.

"Are you having problems keeping up?" I asked.

"Mm, I'm doing okay. I think. Maybe. Mid-terms are in a couple weeks. I
have a few tests before those and one more paper. I just seem to be pulled
in a bunch of directions right now. It's weird."

"Boyfriends do add to extracurricular demands, don't they?" I said with a
smile.

"I didn't mean that. I do love our time together, but if I was honest, it
is eating into study time a little."

"I suppose I won't see you tonight. But please know, that's fine. Your
classes come first."

"Drat. We haven't had sex in days," he said.

"Horrors," I said sarcastically. "How will we ever survive? You just
started having sex last week, you know."

Trent looked intent for a moment.

"We do have 50 minutes left right now. At least 45," he said with a leer.

"What? Where?"

"My apartment. And just so you know, you guilted me into washing my sheets
the other night."

"Well, praise God for that," I replied. "And your roommates?"

"They should be out for the afternoon until dinner time in the caf'."

My expression must have said, "I'm in."

We threw our trash in a can and jumped back into his car. In three minutes,
we were back at his apartment, out of the car and running through the
apartment. I tried hard not to look at my surroundings. In the bedroom we
started kissing as we removed each other's shirts. We kicked off our
shoes. Unfastening our belts, we both pushed down our pants and were soon
completely naked. There were three beds in the room, one single and a
pairing of bunk beds. Trent had the bottom bunk. He pulled back the sheet
and the two of us squeezed in.

"A bit tight for two men," I said, kissing him.

"I like it. We don't need much space. But I should warn you, the walls are
fairly thin. You have to be careful."

"What are you implying?" I playfully asked.

"Oh. I don't knoooow. Maybe the fact that houses in a different
neighborhood could hear us the other night."

"I'll exercise restraint," I said, reaching for his dick.

"You better, my hairy little banshee."

I tugged his organ and could feel it getting stronger. I laid on top of
him. Both our cocks were pressed together, and they both got harder the
more we kissed. He ran his fingers through my hair as we made sloppy sounds
with our lips. My tongue explored his mouth. We weren't loud, but our
breathing was getting exceptionally heavy.

"I can't believe it's been three days since we've shared a bed," he said
softly, but lustfully.

I responded with another deep kiss. We didn't have a lot of space to
maneuver, but he positioned me to lay on my back. Looking up at him, I
thought his face was so beautiful. Jut beyond it was the underside of the
mattress from the upper bunk. As fun as the spontaneity of this rendezvous
was, I got momentarily sidetracked at the sheer ridiculousness of being in
a bunk bed. The squeal of the wire bracing as we moved seemed like such
unfamiliar territory. But regardless, I was intimate with the one person I
wanted to be.

Trent moved back to lean over my crotch. Soon his mouth had engulfed my
erection. He sucked it hard and fast. I moved further up on his pillow,
propping it up a bit. With just the light from the window I enjoyed
watching this young man service me sexually. Trent was slurping as he
sucked my cock. In the dimmed lighting, I could see the sheen of wetness on
my erection when Trent played with the head with his tongue. Even in the
confined space, his blow job was handled efficiently. He devoured its
length again and kept sliding up and down my shaft. He paused and sat up
for a second to move his dick against mine. His head and shoulders were
pressed to the bed above. He rubbed the two hard-ons together in his
grip. He moved up to kiss me some more and we did so forcefully for several
minutes.

"Suck me some more," I pleaded.

Trent moved back to where he was. He went down on my phallus again,
surrounding it with his warm mouth. I lightly moaned in pleasure. His hands
started moving up my chest. He played with the hair with his fingers as he
continued to suck me. It looked like some kind of ancient worship with his
hands so far above his head. Soon, I was softly grunting and started
thrusting my pelvis up. He moaned as I fucked his throat. My cock felt warm
and slick and as hard as can be.

"That feels so good, babe. Keep sucking me. Don't stop," I said in a
breathless request.

Trent used his tongue to stimulate the underside of my cock. I wriggled in
the amazing sensation. He moaned a little louder as he continued working my
erection. My hips were bucking like riding a horse, moving my hard shaft in
and out of his mouth. It was hard to keep my volume down, but I managed to
transform it into heavy breathing and soft moans. Trent was doing a
magnificent job of bringing me pleasure. My cock was throbbing in
ecstasy. It felt so good. I thrust some more, seeing if I could get deeper
in his throat. He moaned as he consumed my flesh.

"Trent, I'm so close, babe. Keep sucking me. Suck me harder. Faster. Oh
yeaaaahh."

The blow job intensified. My body was writhing while his hands explored my
chest. He squeezed my pecs tugging my chest hair between his fingers. I was
breathing heavily. I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell. I knew I was about
to explode.

In the loudest whisper possible, I breathlessly called out. "Yeah,
babe. That's so good. Yes! My cock feels so good. Ohhhhhhh... I'm going to
come. You're making me come, Trent."

My body tensed and I thrust my dick deep into Trent's throat. He tried not
to gag as blast after blast of my cum scorched the back of his throat. I
kept bucking to force every last drip from my manhood, groaning as each
pulse of cum burst from my cock. Then my body went limp, sinking into the
thin mattress.

"Ohhhhh, babe. That was nice," I said softly.

He moved up to kiss me. We shared the taste of my cum with our tongues. I
moved to lay on my side and reached for his steel rod as we faced each
other. I pumped on it as we kissed. With each pull he breathed a moan of
delight into my breath just millimeters from his lips. I don't know how
many minutes I jerked his cock but while doing so his hands explored my
body: my chest, my ass, my back, my still curiously hard dick, my hair and
my beard. I loved it. It made me keep working his masculine anatomy with
devoted precision. I could hear his moans get audibly louder.

"I'm getting close, Mike," he said.

"Jerk my cock," I said back.

He reached for my penis, still long. I could feel it strengthen in his
grip. We both moaned together. My pumping was intense. As I increased my
strokes, he pulled and squeezed my rejuvenated sword with more gusto.

"That's it, Mike. Oh yeah. You're gonna make me come."

I looked at our position.

"Wait. Not on the sheets."

I rolled him to his back and grabbed his cock again. I pulled and yanked
and rubbed and jerked.  "Ohhhhh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Fuuuuuuuck," he quietly
moaned.

His orgasm erupted. The first blast went straight up a couple feet and
returned to his navel. His subsequent spasms kept flying up his chest. I
leaned down to kiss him. He moaned directly into my mouth. When the last of
his gasps of pleasure stopped, I released my grasp on his dick. I moved my
hand to gently caress his balls. Our tongues wrestled as I forced our
mouths together harder.

"I'm. So. Glad. We. Did that." he said pointedly after I broke our
mouth-lock.

"I know. Sadly, I will have to leave in about 10 minutes. You have class
too."

We didn't clean him up immediately. I pressed up against his side nibbling
on his ear. As I laid next to him, I traced hearts with my finger in the
cum on his chest. He sensed what I was drawing and chuckled.

"A shame we have to go," he said softly.

"I'm glad I was there when you were open with Ash today. It meant a lot to
me. YOU mean a lot to me. I'm glad you had the confidence to do that," I
said as I kissed his cheek.

With a bang, the bedroom door slammed open, and the lights were turned
on. We were startled out of our skin.

"Fuck!" Trent screamed.

"Oh man! Shit!" said Trent's roommate. "I'm so sorry Trent. I ... I
... didn't know you were here. I just need to grab a book and folder from
my drawer.I'm sorry."

We made a feeble attempt to pull the sheet up over us. We managed to at
least cover our waists. I watched the gentleman fumble in the drawer for a
notebook. His expression easily conveyed that he was mortified for bursting
in on a roommate in a sexual situation. All three of us were
embarrassed. He grabbed the notebook and snatched a book off the single
bed.

"I'm sorry guys," he said. I noticed him glancing back for just a second
before shutting the door.

With an exasperated breath, we both laid back on the bed.

"Well. I guess that's a conversation you get to have tonight," I said
staring straight up at the underside of the bed above us.

"Yeeeeaah." He chuckled. "Timing isn't our best trait."

We got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom to clean the cum off
Trent's chest. The counter was a mix of scattered hair products, deodorant
and a layer of soap scum. Stains from undiscernible sources were splotched
around the sink. I didn't even want to imagine the shower.

"Okay, bud, this bathroom is kind of gross," I commented.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll clean it up soon. Whatever."

I looked at my phone and saw a text.

"You owe me a conversation! Where are you?"

I smiled and planned to text my coworker when I was back at school.

As we pulled our clothes back on to get fully dressed, I found watching
Trent just do that was exhilarating. Life had become so different and so
crazy and so wonderful in the last week.

I still had enough time to return to school before my last two
classes. Trent was gathering what he needed for his 2:00 class when I
headed toward the door. What a whirlwind afternoon.

"Ohhhh, honey, you've had an interesting day. If you have a chance to text
me later, please do. But I know your schedule is crazy," I said, going in
for one last smooch. "Bye."

"See ya," he said.

I shot him a displeased look. He smiled back at me and winked.