AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've enjoyed writing this book. In fact, the characters in this intentionally fictitious town really develop over time. I would really enjoy hearing if you enjoy it — or not — but it will take a few chapters for the characters to truly come into their own. If you are a fan of reading such fiction, I can let you know that chapters will come quickly, so you won't have to wait a long time.
Extracurricular
By Timothy Lane
1
February was a challenging month. The aftershock of returning from winter break had settled into just plain routine. Spring break seemed weeks away. And it was just cold.
As the month progressed, it seemed like the sunny days warmed things up to where spring didn't seem so far away after all. At home, I had buried myself in projects around the house. We didn't have a lot of snow this year, but it was still too chilly to want to work outdoors. The house seemed bigger this winter. It seemed empty. I was on my own.
School teachers aren't wild about February. The uplifting spirit of the holidays was long gone. Summer break was far off. Your eyes stayed focused on the joy of spring break next month, but there was no mistaking that after spring break, it was the hard pressure of testing. The kids got anxiety over the state tests, the teachers worried how they would perform, and the parents expressed their rage of the emphasis placed on the tests to begin with.
Thankfully, I was feeling good about my students. I'd say most, if not everyone, enjoyed my classes. Not everyone likes creative writing, English and English Lit. I liked to think I at least made class fun and interesting. There were unavoidably a few jerks in my class, but overall, I liked my students a lot. Those that really participated were excelling. I knew they would score well. They were good kids. I was happy that some of them took the upper courses as electives.
So far, this was a good year. Not that I had experienced a bad one, but some years have less drama than others. I had seen a lot of good work in my students; some of the writing was outstanding.
Grading papers is not my favorite thing. But as long as students were gone, it was a peaceful way to end a day of teaching. Occasionally I'd still be working when a custodian would come in to clean, or another teacher would pop in to give me a message. But usually it was quiet. Today was different.
I thought I had seen someone outside my door, but no one came in. A figure went back and forth a couple of times, then finally knocked. I motioned him in. Trent walked in about two hours after school had let out. I really didn't recognize him at first. It had been several years since I had taught him sophomore English. I had remembered him looking like a fine young man, but now all his masculine features were more pronounced. Or was it that he stood before me now glistening with perspiration, with a low-cut tank top clinging to his sweaty torso. It was obvious he had just finished a great deal of exercise. Young, light brown chest hair swam in moisture above the cloth of his shirt. My eyes returned to his when he spoke, "Professor Terry?"
We said our customary hellos, and I told Trent how well he had grown since our class seven years ago.
"I'm in a basketball program at W. Travis University, but we use the gym here at the high school while the girls' team has the court back at the university. We're too deep in the season to miss a practice. When I saw you in the classroom, I was keeping my fingers crossed that you'd remember me. I... I was wondering if, you know ... you had a few minutes."
He talked about some of his favorite assignments in my class back then. We laughed as we reminisced over some memorable moments. Trent looked around the room, commenting on things that were still different and what had changed. He was handsome. I hadn't really said that about anyone in a while.
"I'm sure you didn't know this, but you were my favorite class in all of high school," he said.
I told him I was honored by the compliment. I asked about his parents and how they were. He conveyed they were healthy and doing well. I was not aware that his family had moved near the end of his junior year. Toomerville was only about another 50 miles northward, but he missed the larger city. Jackson Bend was by no means a gigantic metropolis, but it had more to offer than a small town without a doubt. A college town has some benefits. I slowly ran my fingers through my beard as I listened to Trent share his thoughts.
Then he went silent. He looked out the window and then turned back toward me. Trent looked intensely at my face. He wanted to say something. I could tell he was nervous. For a moment, I saw him tremble. I wondered if he had gotten himself into some kind of trouble.
"I was hoping we could talk ... about ... something else. Do you have some time?"
After making Trent comfortable with our time frame, he continued.
"Professor Terry, I hope you don't mind me being so open, but I always felt I could talk to you."
I thanked him for his trust and confidence. Trent paused. He looked down, almost afraid to speak. He started to say something, then his face twisted almost in pain. A drop of sweat poured from his light brown hair, traveled over his cheek and down his neck.
"This is sort of embarrassing," he said softly. "But I'm really confused, and I'm desperately needing to talk to somebody. There's the counselor at school, but he's too close to my family."
He looked at me to see if I was listening, and my firm stare apparently conveyed that I was.
"I'm just waking up every day almost scared to get out of bed."
"What's wrong, Trent?" I asked, showing that I was concerned. "Are you in any trouble?"
"No. Not that. Can I confide in you? I just need to talk. I just need to be completely open with someone. I don't know where to turn. I just feel helpless; it's ... it's scary. I feel ... lost."
"I will keep anything you say just between us. You can trust me," I told him, hoping it would calm him.
"Professor Terry, I kind of think, well, I really think ... I think I may be a gay person."
At those words, my penis stirred within the confines of my boxer shorts. Not ready to interject any commentary, I urged him to go on.
"I guess I've sort of known it for years, but I wasn't sure until these basketball games. I find myself really staring at the guys. And showers are really tough. I know you aren't a counselor, and I'm sorry to lay this on you, but I'm a mess inside. I was so horny today: I knew I couldn't be in the locker room and not get a hard-on," Trent said, continually lowering his voice. "Man, I have one right now just talking about it. I'm sorry. That sounds weird to say out loud, but my mind is spinning. I seem so lost and kind of scared. I don't know what to do. That's why I came in to talk to you. I knew I couldn't go in the locker room. I ... I just wanted to be honest for once. I feel so alone. I'm terrified to say anything to my friends at school. I feel they will judge me — or worse, make fun of me."
I got up to shut the door to make sure this conversation remained private, even though the halls were completely empty. I was completely surprised by his confidence in me. I remembered those times. I wanted him to know I was serious about listening to his concerns, but it was something that has never come up in my years of teaching.
"Sorry," he said. "I'm being too honest. I've just had so much built up inside. I should go."
"No. Don't worry about that. It's okay. You're okay. I don't mean to get personal, Trent," I responded, "But it seems you're placing trust in me — and I appreciate that. You are being very open. Can I do the same?"
He nodded. The pain on his face conveyed embarrassment, desperation and anxiety.
"Can I ask if you have had any experience with other men?" I inquired.
"Sex, you mean?" he bluntly replied. "Man, this is so embarrassing. Not much. At the end of my sophomore year in college, a guy talked me into sleeping with him. I did it out of curiosity, I guess. It lasted a few days, then he blew me off. It really left me depressed. And confused. That summer I tried my hardest not to think about it. I was not in a good place after that, and I tried to just ignore all my feelings for the last couple of years. I figured it was a phase. I think I really tried hard to convince myself that I wasn't gay, and I didn't want to be gay after that situation. But I was kidding myself."
"How are you sure? You're still fairly young," I said. "These are the years that people your age really start to sort things out."
"I think it was `sorted' for me. To be blunt, it was extremely difficult getting ... you know," he whispered, "... an erection ... thinking of women. But when my thoughts turned to men ..." his voice lowered again. "...particularly naked men, it all became obvious. Hard as a rock — like that." He snapped his fingers.
I was pleasantly shocked at how blatantly open Trent was being with me. I wasn't so much a stranger, but someone who he didn't have much to lose if I didn't like what I had heard. I hadn't interjected much. I could tell he just needed to get some feelings out. I just let him talk. I thought that was what he needed to do, to confide in someone. I could never have been this brave to talk to a teacher. I was 30, significantly older than students his age. His courage to talk to me was admirable. But how much could I offer?
"Oh my gosh. I'm just saying anything to you. It's like a dam has burst. I've just had this bottled up for so long. SO long. I've always felt you cared about your students. I hope I am not making you uncomfortable. I know you're not a counselor or anything. I should probably go. Mr. Terry. Do you think bad of me?" he asked.
"No. Not at all. You are who you are. Everyone is. We all are who we are. I certainly will respect your confidence in me. Sometimes just being open is helpful when something is weighing heavily on you. I'm a bit surprised by your frank honesty but also appreciative of your trust. When something is bottled up inside, it helps to finally get it out. You say you don't want to go to the university counselor?"
"No. He's known my parents for years. He's a friend of the family. I'm too embarrassed to talk to him. He might tell Mom and Dad, too. " "Counselors don't do that. They keep all discussions private."
"I just don't know where to turn or what to do. I don't know who to trust, and I was hoping you would listen." Trent paused for a long moment. "Um. I... I hope this isn't the wrong thing to say ... if it is, I'm really sorry... but Professor Terry, are you ... are you gay?" he asked.
Damn. There it was. A question any gay teacher worries will someday be asked. I paused. My mind darted back and forth on how to approach this. Finally, I felt I could answer.
"Trent, since you've been very open with me and have shown trust in me, I too will be honest with you," I answered. "Yes, I have been in relationships with a few men before. You understand that in my profession, teachers must keep their lives very private. Particularly one such as this."
"Oh definitely. I completely understand."
I felt slightly hypocritical for saying what I did. I knew things had become more accepting in the past years. People had fought for equality. Same sex marriage is legal, so the law would stand on my side if my private life became known, but I still knew it only took one false allegation from a parent or student and my career could become extremely disrupted. I shouldn't be that fearful, but I felt it was just easier to keep things private. Talking openly to Trent was a fairly big step for me. Only a couple of teachers even knew I was gay. I think. Hopefully, our discussion here won't come back to bite me in some way. Trent seemed trustworthy. But I immediately started questioning the risk.
"Good," I said. "Say, how about we get out of here and continue this conversation elsewhere. Maybe over a drink?" I turned. "You are 21, right?"
"Yeah. In fact, I turn 22 in two months," he said. "Sure, I've got time. I imagine you need to finish things up, and I'll head back to the locker room and shower. I'm pretty sure the other guys are out by now. I really don't know how to even act. I feel like a three-year-old sometimes. This was helpful. It will really help to talk some more. Thanks. I'm sorry to have bothered you. I know you have work to do."
"It's fine. I'll meet you in the gym shortly," I said.
After Trent left, I rushed to finish my day's work. I had two papers left. They may not have received as thorough of a review as the rest of the class, but I was done for the night.
As I headed toward the gym, I questioned why I offered to go out for drinks. That was kind of odd for a teacher to offer. Did I have some ulterior motive? Was it just because he was a handsome young, gay man? Was it because it had been months since I'd even thought about seeing another man? I hadn't admitted until recently that I had gone so long; I've just kept to myself since the breakup. Yes, it hurt. But I've been cut off for too long. Maybe during spring break I can think about getting back into the scene. Plans with the family won't take up the whole week. Maybe I should put myself back out there.
I entered the gym. It was deserted. The door slammed behind me. It occurred to me that I hadn't even been in the gym for some time. I crossed the basketball court and my footsteps echoed in the emptiness on the court. I went down the hallway into the men's shower room. Although the locker room was quiet, I could hear water running in the showers. Even though it was now practically empty, there was still almost a tangible moisture in the air. Even on its best days, a locker room was rather dank and cold, bordered in concrete floors and steel lockers.
I stepped around the corner to see Trent in the steamy spray, the water pouring down his backside. His ass was beautiful. I'd always been partial to a firm, round ass. Trent had his head slightly tilted back and his right arm was pulling violently on his hardened cock. He grunted quietly. From that angle I could not see his entire organ, but it was obvious it was larger than mine. Not wanting to embarrass him, I silently stepped back around the corner and called to him letting him know of my presence in the area.
"I'll be right there."
Seeing a younger man touch himself like that was arousing. I tried my hardest to not think about that. Being in a setting that just screamed "male" didn't make it any easier. I sat on a bench near the only open locker I saw. Our school's locker room was dated. Compared to what he was used to at the university, this had to be a real step backward. The humid conditions had rusted many of the number plates on the lockers. The numerals weren't even recognizable on a few.
The sound of the water stopped. Within seconds Trent rounded the corner wall and walked over to me dripping wet. His cock was an iron pipe. He grabbed his towel hanging in the open locker. He seemed unconcerned that I could clearly see his erection.
"Ah. I feel so much cleaner now," he said as he rubbed the towel through his hair.
During the time he was drying off, his erection never waned. It commanded my attention a few feet from my face. Trent saw me looking. I darted my glance away. I was momentarily embarrassed. He didn't seem to mind. I couldn't pretend I didn't see it. I wondered if he had wanted me to see it.
"Nice," was the only answer I knew to say, softly but honestly. I was kind of embarrassed for even saying it. It was visually ideal, as dicks go.
Trent didn't seem interested in turning his nakedness from me. He smiled at me, and I returned my stare at his stiff rod. I was hypnotized by its beauty, its masculinity, its commanding strength. We looked at each other. If his gaze said anything, it was "I like you looking at it." Certainly, I shouldn't be doing that. I needed to think of something to say. Anything. My brain had turned off. I was trance like.
"It's hard not to look in this place, isn't it?" he softly asked. "You can see why I have issues being in here with the guys."
"I'm sure it's tough not to look."
"You have no idea." He let out a big sigh. "There are times that I ... I would do anything just ... just to reach out and touch someone. At night, I sometimes think about one of them touching me. What that would feel like. God. I feel so lost, not knowing how to act, how to feel. Does it get better?"
"Yes. It does. You'll see."
He stepped a few feet closer. His dick was so close. He clenched his muscles to make it jump. It was an invitation. There was no doubt he was offering it to me. He wanted me to touch it. He had thought about it for so long, he was pleading for it to happen. Did he feel this was appropriate? Or did he just throw caution to the wind? What was this innocent college kid thinking would happen?
I needed to get out of here. I had to distance myself from this. This was too dangerous. I had to leave.
I didn't move. I just stared.
How am I in this situation? We were just TALKING 20 minutes ago. To go any further could be career suicide. It's beyond the scope of forgiveness — right here in the school! Yet, this kid wants me to take his dick. It's beautiful. It's RIGHT THERE. Heaven knows I want it. It's been too long for me. How could I resist? But I needed to. I had to.
My heart beat faster being suddenly dropped in this situation. I tried to stay calm. I was the adult. I wasn't in a situation I couldn't control. Trent could tell I was indecisive. I was sure my expression indicated I wanted to touch it. He nodded to me in the simplest way possible, and then he took a few steps closer.
"Please?" he whispered.
He was right next to me. It was within my reach. Damn! All common sense and any inhibitions ceased to exist. I told myself this wasn't a kid; this wasn't a student. Trent was now a man. My hand reached up. Trent moved closer, just inches from my hand. Even as I reached for it, I couldn't believe I was doing it. My fingers wrapped around the seven-inch phallus in front of me. I gently stroked it. In turn, Trent sucked in a huge breath as he felt my touch. As he slowly exhaled, there was the slightest moan in the breath. He took his hand and touched the top of my head.
"You shouldn't worry about the guys. They would only be envious of this masterpiece," I told him.
I'm not sure if it was from my touch or what, but it seemed even harder, surpassing seven inches now. Not that I had experienced countless men's bodies, but Trent's was the winner if it came to penis-judging contests.
"Two guys were still in here finishing up when I got back," he said. "One of them noticed me staring. God, they were gorgeous. I think he started to get a hard-on thinking I was watching. He had to have noticed my bulge."
I knew it was a risk. A dangerous risk. But how could I let go? I gently stroked the entire length. Fuck.
"That feels nice, Professor Terry. I like it. I've just wanted someone — some guy — to touch me. I guess this is how you know, huh? When something happens and it is what you've been hoping for."
I knew I had to let go. This was job-ending territory. But ... I lowered my head and slowly feathered my bearded cheek with his stone javelin. It was wrong, but I continued doing it. Who was I?
"I shouldn't be doing this," I said. "This isn't right. We should stop."
"It's okay. I don't mind," he said calmly. "I was really jerking off just before you came in." He stood quiet for what seemed like a long time. "But I prefer you doing the job. Thank you," he said quietly.
I don't know if I actually whispered, "My pleasure," or merely thought it. I was entranced with his cock — his glorious, beautiful cock!! I opened my mouth and guided his shaft in. My warm lips closed around his enflamed dick. I clutched his buttocks with my hands; I pushed his manhood as far into my throat as I could take it. It was one of my better talents I suppose. My tongue probed even further to the hairy base of his cock. I impressed myself that I had around seven inches of flesh engorged in my mouth. Trent's hands lightly held my head, and he began thrusting his cock in and out, slowly fucking my throat. His grunting began again, softly at first and the volume increased. I thought my own cock was going to explode. It was a virtual brick. I moaned as I continued engulfing his organ.
Neither of us said anything. We just let the act happen. There was something about Trent's aura that just melted.
My hands alternated from clutching his firm ass to exploring every inch of his hairy muscular legs, now completely dry. Allowing every bit of both of them to be experienced by my roaming touch, I found myself occasionally tugging ever-so-slightly at the leg hair between my fingers. Every subtle movement and touch, every breath, virtually every thought excited Trent even more. His moaning had become quite loud, and even I myself had started grunting in my heavy breathing. Feasting on his firm organ increased in intensity, and my grip eventually fell to my own restrained bulge. I grasped at my own erection through my pants. We enjoyed this for minutes. Trent's moaning bordered on begging, and I thought he would come at any second, yet he continued to thrust his hard shaft deep in my waiting mouth. When he saw me feeling my crotch, he clutched my shoulders and pulled me from his waist.
"I want you to take it out for me," he directed. "Will you let me see it? Please? I'd like that."
So would I. With my mouth off his cock, I stared at it and licked the underside of his steel dick with my tongue. My hands fumbled at working on loosening my belt and ripping it off. My fingers released the button on my pants and yanked the zipper of my fly open. My imprisoned bulge expanded further within my boxers. With a gratifying gasp, I shoved both pants and boxers down over my thighs eventually freeing my hardened rod. It felt like a lead pipe as it bolted from my hairy crotch.
"This is wrong," I whimpered as the damp air of the locker room circled around my crotch.
I should have been in utter disbelief at my behavior. Strangely, I wasn't. This unplanned encounter had immediately consumed me. "It's okay. This is what I've thought about for so long. It's okay," he said. "I'm okay."
I had become two people — one who couldn't stop and one who knew his life was going through a car crash in slow motion. I pressed my organ to his leg while my hands returned to his statuesque body, my left to his cock, my right to his ass. My fingers ran between his legs and lightly up the crevice space between his buttocks.
"Oh, yes," he cried, and my left hand began to stroke him harder, pumping his cock wildly. I buried my face in his ass. My tongue probed the firmness of his taut buns and the depth of his hole. He moaned. My organ rhythmically thrust itself into his leg, rubbing the hardness of my erection against his toned limbs. With increased vigor, I jerked his dick with even stronger momentum.
His cock was magnificent. I've never overly cared what a lover may have, but this was a virtual stranger. I was servicing a man I hardly knew. What had happened to me? Why was I enjoying this so much? I pulled on his erection harder and harder. The lust of the moment kept suppressing my better judgement.
Trent moaned. The words "YES! Oh, God, YES!" repeated in a sexual chorus.
He had been working on his erection before I even entered the gym. I feared Trent was bound to come any moment, and I didn't wish to see his ecstasy spill to the floor. I whirled him around, shoved my middle finger up his ass, sending Trent into a primal frenzy. Thrusting his torso up and down himself, he rode my penetrating probe. I was pumping his cock relentlessly. Trent increased his volume so loudly that for the first time I thought someone might hear us — anyone in the building. Perhaps that intensified the ferocity of my pounding stimulation. I could tell Trent was at the brink of sexual climax. His deep guttural moans communicated there was no holding back. I quickly debated whether I wanted to swallow his joy or let him come all over my face. I decided I wanted my mouth around his throbbing mast one more time. His red penis lurched as I took it whole once again.
"I'm almost there." He panted. His body tensed to fully unleash. Trent groaned, "Oh, I'm cominnnnnnng" in an almost unrecognizable language.
I soon felt the scorching liquid down the back of my throat. I grabbed his ass and rammed his crotch to my face. His balls slammed against my chin and my nose became lost in his tangle of pubic hair. Trent continued to spurt fire inside me in a deep, grunting orgasm. His breathing remained heavy as he continued to pump my throat, milking his balls long after there was nothing left to give. Finally, his body, devoid of strength following the immense orgasm, collapsed on my frame. Reacting quickly, I held him and gently guided him to the floor.
Trent stared up at me. We didn't say anything for a moment. Finally, he broke the silence. "That was incredible. I think it was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I wasn't expecting this when I came to see you. You surprised me. But I really liked that. Wow. Wow, thank you Mr. Terry."
I looked down over him and smiled, conveying that I was glad without actually saying the words. I shouldn't have been. It was all a huge mistake, but I was in the middle of it. It seemed pointless to turn back.
But now what? He had come. What feelings would hit him any second? Shame? Embarrassment? Guilt? We were in an unequal splinter in time.
"I want you to come all over my chest," Trent requested quietly as he looked up at me from the hard floor.
I pulled off my clothes, and Trent slid a towel under his head. I leaned over him. The concrete was hard and cold, but I didn't care. Trent spread his legs, and I maneuvered my dick to rub against his. My new partner reached up and grabbed both of our cocks together, stroking them slowly ... rubbing, squeezing, grinding. Even though his hard-on was leaving him, his warm penis against mine felt wonderful. He released his prick and it rested sideways along his hip. Trent began to work on my sturdy pole. I leaned down to run my fingers through his hair. I blocked out that he was a former student. All I could realize was this younger, hot man was pleasuring me.
"Ahhh," he sighed and stroked my meat harder. "I love your hairy chest."
God, that sounded amazing to me. I reached down and caressed the side of his neck and cheek with the back of my hand.
Releasing my cock, he moved me forward and spread my legs to straddle his torso. My arms held me up as my pelvic thrusting rubbed my cock to his body, fucking his lightly hairy chest. Trent grabbed my ass firmly and gripped my buttocks in sensual massage. I liked it.
"Come on me. Come all over me," he pleaded.
My thrusting continued rubbing my dick from his navel to his upper chest. My moans were steady, my breathing deep. It had been so long since I had sex. It was like I had almost forgotten how good it felt.
"Please come on my chest," he begged of me.
"Jerk my cock for me," I replied.
He reached down to grab it. He started yanking on my erection slowly at first and then with more energy. My moans increased. I sounded like some grunting animal. Trent's other hand explored my backside, and he leaned up to taste my now-glistening chest. My senses were enflamed like I hadn't experienced in months. As I drew closer to coming, our volume got louder.
Then it happened.
The sound of a door slammed. We heard footsteps crossing the gym, and our eyes grew huge as we gazed at each other. Damn. Both of us worried about our reputations. Mine would be particularly on the line. There was no time to dress. We threw my clothes in the locker and both hid in the shower. Wait! Was that a good idea? Would being found completely naked with each other do us in? We turned on the water to make it a more natural, a more plausible situation. Whoever it was would doubtfully come around the wall, right? We couldn't be sure. We froze listening for any sound. I debated whether the sound of the shower would announce our presence, but the thought of being caught without any pretense would have been undeniably worse. It would be the end of my job. We stood in the spray. The heat of it didn't help my erection to go down. I had been so close to coming. It still throbbed, even in panic. Trent's cock still looked big. Beautifully big.
I wrapped my arms around him and held him from behind, kissing his neck.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
Trent brought his arms up to clutch mine. My dick jumped and pressed against his ass crack. I released him as we heard the footsteps in the locker room.
"Trent! Are you back there?" a man called out.
My heart stopped beating.
"Uh, yeah," my handsome former student returned.
"The guys want to move the practice next Monday from 5:00 to 7:00. Is that okay with you?"
As Trent carried on a conversation around the wall, I let my finger run up his ass. Exploring ever so lightly the delicate crevice, I could feel Trent step backward accepting my touch. It was too tempting; I pressed against him and allowed my steel dick to caress his ass. I heard Trent breathe heavy. I could touch the soap, and I got a bit of lather on my finger and let it slip into Trent's puckered hole. He inhaled for what seem felt like forever.
This was cruel. He was hiding. I was hiding. But this body was amazing.
I put two fingers inside him. My fear had been replaced by lust. He shimmied his hips, wriggling on the pleasure of my fingers penetrating his most private passage. As the two young men made routine scheduling statements, I continued to finger fuck Trent. His breathing was heavier. Living in the moment, I eradicated all caution — all common sense — from my mind, and I gently positioned my rod in the crack of his ass. This was not something I'd do without his approval. He felt it waiting and nodded yes. His hands reached back and pulled us tighter. Slowly and gently, I entered him.
Trying not to yell, Trent blurted out, "See you later, Lance."
We left the water on. I grabbed his hips and forced my cock further up his waiting channel. Feeling comfortable that Lance had walked far enough away, Trent released the moaning that he had been forced to contain. We maneuvered around to where Trent leaned against the wall. The shower spray hit the back of my neck and cascaded down by backside. I wrapped my arms around him and continued to pump my cock inside him. It started slowly. It felt nice. It felt good. I increased my speed. I pushed into him further and fucked him faster still, as if to punch a hole through the lust barrier.
I grunted. The groaning eventually growled into "Yes!" Trent echoed the same. Back and forth we uttered that affirmative response intermingled with about every vowel sound. It connected us; we knew we were enjoying each other's bodies.
Anal sex wasn't usually my thing, but Trent seemed to enjoy it — enthralled with it, if I were to be honest. I think that made me enjoy it all the more.
He felt good in front of me. I kept one arm embraced around him, the other had slid down the side of his body and reached down and grasped his dick once more. It was swollen hard again, as hard as it was before. I felt like I was at the brink of heaven, and I yanked at his meat as I rammed my own in him harder and harder. I let go to grab his hips with a vice-like grip and slam my balls against his ass. My body shuddered. I threw my head back and savagely growled as my throbbing pipe shot stream after stream of man-cum into his tunnel. Trent was gasping with heavy breaths as my body pounded into his. My orgasm was so intense, I was mentally pleading for it to never stop. Eventually, the liquid stopped escaping from my feverish dick. I hugged Trent from behind once again, my cock still inside him.
"Ohhh my God." I whispered in his ear. "Thank you."
We stood silent in the spray for a moment. My arms were still wrapped around him. We contemplated on what just happened. We stood still, neither of us saying anything.
The silence was broken.
"Room for one more, guys?"
We both bolted upright! Startled beyond belief, I wanted to scream. Like deer in headlights, we momentarily froze.
With a big sigh, Trent introduced us. "Lance, Mr. Terry. Professor Terry, Lance."
The two of them stared at each other. All of us scrambled to say the right thing. It was hell. Within a moment, the terror of the situation subsided. Lance did not seem to be a threat. He stood before us completely naked as well. He smiled at us. I, on the other hand, probably had my jaw open. I witnessed the biggest cock I had seen in my life. Size has never been a big thing to me. It's just whatever. But here, in person, so close ... I couldn't help but gape at the enlarging phallus before me. It had to be beyond eight inches. Cut, but still thick. I always liked my own dick. It was not as beefy as these two younger men, but still close to six inches when hard, so I was fine with it. Again, size wasn't a thing with me.
I had just pulled my erection from Trent's ass a minute ago, but with this monument in front of me, I felt my penis stir once again.
"I hope I'm not interrupting, but I thought you guys might want some company," Lance told us.
Trent reached for Lance's cock. With a firm grip around the massive rod, Trent pulled Lance to him and answered, "It's about time."
Lance kissed Trent on the lips gently. He was momentarily startled. He pulled back and gazed into Lance's eyes. Then moved forward and accepted it comfortably, returning the kiss with a little more force. I watched as these two young men groped at each other's toned bodies. I was astonished at how hard it made me again — that fast. I yanked my pole as I watched the show.
"I want you to fuck me like Professor Terry," I heard Lance say to Trent. "Um. Okay. You'll be my first," he responded.
"Seriously? Well... wow. I'm honored."
Trent's dick was definitely up to the task. Lance turned to the wall but turned off the water. He reached for a little shower gel and slicked up his hole. Trent added a tad to his revived erection and positioned himself behind Lance. He shot me a look. It was a mix of surprise, glee and uncertainty. I gave him a nod to convey I understood his "Holy cow!" expression. However, my role in this trio seemed awkward.
Timidly, the head of his cock found Lance's hole. Lance let out a small "mmm" of approval. Gently, Trent moved in further. Lance's body tensed, his eyes squinted and teeth clenched. He exhaled a deep breath. Trent had paused, but before he could ask if things were okay, Lance's body relaxed, and he moved back pushing another inch of shaft inside him. With that, Lance moaned. Carefully, Trent began moving in and out of Lance's ass. Both of them started moaning in quick sounds. Not words, more just an "ungh." As they echoed each other, it bordered on musical. But it got louder. As one increased his volume, the other followed. Soon it sounded like a couple of barking dogs.
I couldn't just simply stand and watch any longer. I got to my knees for worship of this beautiful cock. Kneeling below him, I grabbed Lance's swinging pendulum and guided it into my mouth. It did not fit as well as Trent's dick. However, the sheer enormity of it excited me. As I struggled to swallow on this massive rod, I momentarily questioned what I was doing. I was slurping on the organ of a man I had never seen. Even after an orgasm earlier, what was possessing me to act like this? Who was I? What kind of person had I become? I was ending my career. How could it not?
"Fuck, yeah," he said to me as he was being pleasured on both sides.
I grabbed the base of his dick and worked it over while still sucking the first inches. When it was fully hard, I began to speculate that this monster cock had to be nine inches. Being ashamed that I was so driven and entranced by sheer size, I still engulfed this stranger's masculine beast with my mouth. Interlocked like a circus act, the three of us moved in rhythm. Lightly teasing his shaft with my teeth, I could feel Lance's cock stir dramatically. I grasped the base harder and began jerking him harder and harder. While much harder to work into my mouth, his dick was fun to grip.
Lance moaned. Trent moaned. I moaned.
For minutes, Trent kept ramming his cock into Lance. Had he not come just 20 minutes ago, I think he would have been pushed to the brink by now, but he kept pounding like a true athlete. Trent got louder, almost screaming.
He called out Lance's name. "I'm going to come in you!"
Trent shot the load of his second orgasm deep inside Lance. Lance in turn, screamed, "Do it. I'm gonna come too."
Releasing the invited captive from my mouth and stimulating the cock with wild ferocity, I aimed it at my face. Lance's first shot of cum hit my cheek with such force. It was a blast of thick, hot liquid that announced his orgasm. Then a second. I turned my face to let a third go into my throat. I took it in my mouth again to suck him dry. Eventually I felt the last of his thick cum ooze down to my tongue. He was spent.
"Oh, yeaaaahh," Lance said quietly as he let his dick slide from my mouth.
We didn't say much for a few minutes. I stood to grab some soap to wash Lance's cum from my face and we all rinsed ourselves. With soapy suds, Lance playfully massaged Trent's ass. Grabbing his shoulders, Lance turned Trent to him and kissed him. Holding him close, the two stood in the pouring water as the last of the suds rinsed from their bodies. Lance reached behind him to turn off the water. I simply watched.
"That. Was. Hot." Lance whispered in Trent's ear.
"Yeah," he returned.
The three of us shared one towel. I did my best with the damp towel to absorb the water off my body. As I reached for my clothes, Lance fondled my cock and gave me a wink. It was its typical three inches now that it wasn't hard. The heat of the moment had passed. I didn't like him touching it. I immediately felt trapped in a world of damnation of my own making.
I began slipping into my clothes, which were a bit wrinkled now. Neither of them seemed too eager to get dressed. In fact, they briefly talked basketball — naked. I sat back and just looked at two gorgeous younger men before me. I was able to see them both without their erections. Beautiful cocks regardless. Beautiful men overall. What an insane afternoon. How did this happen? How did this happen to me?? I could never have fathomed this in a million years.
The reality struck me across the face like a two-by-four. What had I done?! If this got out, my job was over. What was I thinking? This had to stay a secret. I captured my breath, trying to remain calm. I did my best to suppress my panic. In a period of one hour I had made such a critical mistake. What should I do from here? Did I insist that they not tell anyone? Would that sound like a threat? Surely neither of them would think to blackmail me. They seemed innocent, just playing around. Horny, college guys. Oh my God! I was a total wreck. They were completely relaxed. Had being alone these past months really made me this foolhardy? I'm a good teacher. How could I have just thrown my career away in the course of one hour? I was in silent terror as my mind and heart raced. I was going to be fired for sure. It would get out.
They decided to get dressed.
Lance asked how we knew each other. Trent explained that he was a former student. Dear heavens, that just sounded insane. Filthy, disgusting. There was no way to make that sound okay. Even if we were consenting adults, it just didn't seem right.
We all brushed and combed our hair.
Before leaving us, Lance looked as if he was going to walk past me. He turned and kissed me on the cheek.
"So, you used to be Trent's teacher? Interesting. I wish I had a teacher as cool as you," he whispered in my ear.
And with that, Lance headed out.