Extracurricular

Chapter 10

It was Friday. Thank heavens. Things were going well at school, but like the kids, I was looking forward to spring break in two weeks. Everyone needed an opportunity to relax and enjoy the first impressions of spring. Sadly, getting back in the mood of school — and preparing for testing — is a trickier challenge following the break as beautiful weather becomes commonplace. Spring break would have been an ideal opportunity to spend quality time with Trent, but the trip planned with my parents had been booked for months. I wasn't sure how to tell him.

My coworker Gayle came to my room for lunch, and I got her up to speed. She had not taught Trent during his time here but was eager to hear about him. If I had to gauge her reaction to everything, she gave it a scandalous flair. Were we a scandal? Would a relationship with Trent endanger my job in any way? Well, forgetting the shower fiasco. I left that part out. I told her about Trent's apartment and getting caught. She laughed hard at that. For a long time.

"No!!!" Gayle screamed. "Aaaaaa!! You're crazy! This is so delicious."

We made minor chit chat for the remainder of lunch. Although Gayle had known I was gay for more than a year, I found it uplifting to talk honestly with a coworker. Maybe I should confide in some others.

When I told her it was odd being the only gay teacher in school, she looked at me funny.

"What makes you think that?" she asked.

"Oooookay, what do you know that I don't know?"

"I'm not going to say anything. I assume you expect me to keep your private life private. Shouldn't this other person be given the same courtesy," she said straightforward.

"True. Yes. And thanks," I said. "Strange that my gaydar hasn't gone off on any other guy here."

"Which means ... ???"

"Ahh. Got it."

Gayle and I ended lunch with a simple hug. My next class went well, and I looked forward to a text. However, Trent knew my open period, so he gave me a quick call instead.

"Good news, I can come over for the weekend. I mean, I will have to devote a few hours to schoolwork, but I think I can swing it."

"Awesome. We have the play tonight, too."

—

Trent got to the house at 5:45, freshly showered from an early practice.

"Are you ready for tonight?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm wondering what we should do before the play. Are you okay going out to a nice dinner?"

"I guess. I don't have any fancy clothes or anything. Just a short sleeve."

"That won't be a problem." I stood up. "You continue to work, and I will seek out some dinner options."

Trent took a weekend bag to the bedroom. I could hear him in the bathroom. I checked on ideas for dinner.

"Did you tell Kevin and ..." I began.

"Paul is my other roommate. Yeah, they know I'm away for the night. I haven't come out to Paul yet. I asked Kevin not to say anything until I had the chance. He completely understood."

"Would you be okay with a steak dinner?" I asked as he came back to the living room.

Trent went silent. I tried to read his expression but couldn't. Had I done something wrong? His head looked down. I moved next to him and put my arm around him.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"Well ..." he said, trying to form a sentence. "It's not like I'm absolutely broke or anything, but I've kind of spent a lot this week going out for drinks and more meals than usual. I ... I don't think I can afford that."

He was embarrassed, and I felt bad for him. I forgot what college life was like. I wrapped my arms around him.

"This was my idea, babe. I'd love to treat you."

"That's sweet," he said. "But it makes me feel like you ... you are ..."

"Your `sugar daddy' is probably the expression you are searching for. No. Again, it's my idea, and I want to do this for the two of us. We deserve this. You deserve this. You have been working so hard. It would be my way of saying how proud of you I am. And that I like us being a real couple. Plus, you got the tickets for the play."

"Hopefully, I can make it up to you someday," he said softly.

I held him tight again.

"Trent, you have already made things up to me in so many ways. You make me happy."

He squeezed me hard when I said that. We just stood holding each other for a minute.

We didn't want to be late to the play, so we started dressing for the evening. I wore a collarless long sleeve with a sport coat. My black dress shoes went well with my dark black jeans. I handed Trent one of my fancier dress shirts. It fits me slightly tight — when I wanted to look sexy — but it was the perfect fit for him.

"You look great. Would you like a tie for that?" I asked.

"While that would probably look good, I would cringe if I got something on it during dinner."

"Fair enough. Do you have the tickets?"

He showed them to me, placed them in his pocket and we headed to the car. Once outside, he stopped.

"Wait. We need a picture."

Trent held up his phone and took a selfie of the two of us. We did look sharp, so it was a good shot. Located just five minutes from the university theater, Lawrence Creek had been a city staple for numerous decades. It was a great steak house. Trent had never been.

"Wow. This looks nice. Thanks for making me feel even more guilty," he said half sarcastically, but still with some truth behind it.

Dinner was outstanding. A flatbread for an appetizer was spot on. Salads were simple, but the house dressing was extraordinary. Trent ordered the parmesan crusted filet, and I had the blackberry filet mignon. Both of us had the garlic mashed potatoes, which were divine. Accompanied with three spears of asparagus for color made the plate. My dish was garnished with fresh blackberries, his with radishes. As it was served, Trent asked our server to take our picture.

Our conversation over dinner went deeper into my personal life. I often asked him questions about his life, but he began things tonight.

"How did you come out to your parents?" he asked.

"Carefully." I reflected for a few moments to recall details. "I was 20. I had fooled around with a friend in high school on an overnight stay once. I knew then that I was attracted to men. I didn't know exactly that I was gay, but just liked being with men. Being naked with men. I didn't know if it was a forever thing or not. That time in high school was clumsy but made an impact. In college, it wasn't until my sophomore year that I went out with a few guys. I wasn't afraid necessarily, but I didn't think I could be open with ... the world. I met a guy, Joel. We hit it off. We liked each other and started having sex pretty quickly. I'm not sure if that was the right thing to do. We were having fun. I knew I wanted to take him home over the weekend. Lots of people bring friends home, but I didn't want to feel like I had to hide anything."

"This steak is delicious, by the way," Trent said, interjecting. "Go on."

"I'm closer with my dad than my mom. I told him first. It wasn't in person. I called him on the phone — on Coming Out Day to be exact."

"There's a Coming Out Day?"

"Yes. In October. It was my catalyst to summon the courage. Anyway, I just told him. He had a question or two but didn't get judge-y or anything. He let me know he still loved me and that would never change. I asked him to let me tell Mom at another time. He agreed. It took a while, but I told her on Thanksgiving."

"And..?"

"It went ... okay. At first, she thought she and my dad did something to cause me to be gay. I told her I had known for some time, and it was just who I am, but I always had been. I hadn't changed. By the end of the weekend, she kind of came around and told me she loved me and always would."

"How is your relationship now?"

"Great. I enjoy my time with them. They actually liked Ethan when we were together."

Trent ate several bites of steak and potatoes, growing noticeably silent.

"I hope it goes that well for me," he finally said. "I'm scared. I don't know how I'll have the courage."

"You'll find it," I said, but also remembered how challenging that moment is for anyone telling parents.

The server came to us to check on us and refill our iced teas.

"Did you take Joel home?" Trent asked.

"Yes, spring break. During my senior year I took home another boyfriend. But only those two. I was out to them by then and didn't have to hide anything. They were okay with us sharing my bed. Like we'd even think about having sex in the house with my parents anyway. Ethan visited a few times. I don't think they spent any time with other boyfriends I have had. Nothing has been overly serious. Ethan was the longest relationship I've had."

Trent finished his meal and wiped his mouth with his napkin.

"Well, that was completely wonderful."

I had done most of the talking so I had a little more food left to eat. I'm glad we came here. It was nice for us to have a special evening. Lawrence Creek was beautiful. Brick dividers separated areas into groups, and the place was always filled with incredible floral displays. The center had a very quiet fountain that trickled into a small pond.

"You've really been open with me, Mike. Thank you," Trent said. "Can I ask why you and Ethan broke up?"

Hmmm. How to answer that question? Trent saw me hesitate.

"Sorry. Wrong question?" he asked.

"No. We were in a relationship for a little over a year, maybe 16 months. It started off great. We enjoyed doing things together. We went out a lot. We probably built up a little debt. Nothing significant, but he tended to want to go out more than me. I may have pulled back on that, and then we just sort of became routine. We cared about each other, but that initial passion kind of faded a little. Our sex life certainly did. Another difference is he didn't like it when I was loud during sex. He liked it a little more tranquil."

"You?"

"Okay, okay, yes, I know. I'm loud," I admitted.

"I'm not complaining. I'm right there with you," he said. "We're hotter than all get out, right? But how did he not discover this right away?"

"Excuse me, gentlemen," said our server, clearing our plates. "Are we interested in dessert?"

I was stuffed, as was Trent, plus we had to get to the theater. I simply asked for the check. Once I had paid, the server thanked us for coming and told us to enjoy our evening. Then he stepped close to our table and leaned over.

"I can confirm you're both hot," he said with a wink.

Trent's eyes got really big, and his jaw dropped.

"How loud were we talking?" he whispered to me.

"He was probably close by," I said, totally unconcerned.

Trent looked around to make sure no one else could hear us.

"When we have sex, we're pretty verbal. I've ... been very ... free ... about saying what I feel. Am I okay in bed? I'd hate to see us ... I don't know ... become like you and Ethan. I want to be what you want me to be. I want to please you. I know I'm not that experienced and ..."

"Trent, I've loved our passion. The intimacy has been ... well, the best sex ever. I really think we are on the same page in that regard. It's like we were made for each other. I think we're both enjoying it, right?"

He nodded, mid-gulp of iced tea.

Trent looked at his phone and realized we needed to go.

With a breath mint firmly planted in our cheeks, we were at the theater in minutes. The place was about half full when we arrived. As we headed toward our seats, one of the theater majors walked up to Trent.

"Hey you! I heard the news. Maybe you can give me a call sometime?" he said, hitting on Trent.

"Sorry, Jay. I'm taken," he answered, looking at me.

Jay looked me over. In a flash, he evaluated my attractiveness, my height, my weight and most certainly ... my age.

"Well. Score," he said to Trent.

I took that as a compliment.

"Word gets around fast apparently," Trent said.

"I told you guys were going to be interested. You're on the market."

"Except that I'm NOT," he said, grabbing my hand. "I'm yours."

We took our seats, still holding hands. I looked at the cover of the program. The title of the play was "The Howling."

"Hmm. I guess I'm not familiar with this one," I said.

"It's The Showcase," Trent answered.

"What's that?"

"Once a year, a student or alumnus writes a play for the theater department to put on. It's really an honor. The guy that wrote this one graduated two years ago. Several people submit a play each year and the officers of Theater Club determine the selection," Trent informed me.

I squeezed his hand.

"You should enter!! You're an outstanding writer. This is so you!"

"I thought about it a year ago. I have a couple ideas in my head. But there is no way I can devote any time to such an undertaking, particularly now."

"Well, keep it in mind. Once graduation is done, you should dive into it. Do you write anything? Do you journal?"

"No. I should. I do enjoy ..."

"Trent!!" screamed a voice approaching us from behind.

Trent recognized it immediately and let go of my hand as if it were a hot coal. He stood up and whirled around to the woman working her way down the row behind us.

"Mom! What are you doing here?"

They hugged and I stood to acknowledge her.

"Mr. Terry! What a surprise. How nice to see you! How sweet of you to come support the play. I'm glad you bumped into Trent. He always loved your class," she said to me, then turned to Trent. "What do you mean, `What are you doing here?' Ali's in the play. I wouldn't miss it."

"Who are you here with?" Trent asked, probably wondering if his father was here.

"You remember Dolores," she said, turning to a row further back where a woman waved at us. Trent waved to her.

"Please tell me we are seeing you for spring break. Your father and I would love to have you at home for a while. You aren't headed off to some beach somewhere, are you?"

"I have ... no plans. So, I guess I will be spending some days there."

"You know you can bring your laundry. I don't mind doing it." She turned to me and said, "These kids. They get away from home and live in absolute filth."

"I do remember those years," I said, not knowing what to say, but trying not to agree with her.

"Is that a new shirt, sweetie? You look so handsome," she said.

He squirmed, not wanting to tell her it was mine. He just nodded.

After Trent's mother made it back to her seat, we let a few people cross in front of us and then sat down. The theater was almost full. A minute later, the lights went down. About 20 minutes into the play, I felt him reach over to hold my hand in the darkness.

—

I enjoyed the play. Occasionally I watched Trent, and I could tell he was developing plots and scenes in his head. I hoped he would be inspired to do something himself one day.

The cast came to the front of the stage. Trent's mother went up to Matthew and Allison. The two women oohed and aahed over the engagement ring. The three of them hugged. She came over to visit with us for another minute, but said they needed to start the drive home. We waved to his mother as she headed toward the door.

Trent pointed to all the set pieces he helped with and explained what modifications they had to do at the last minute. After waiting our turn, we congratulated Matthew and Allison on a fine production. They needed 15 minutes, and then the VIP reception would start in the lobby.

It was simple. As the majority of the cast was 21 or older, beer was available. There were simple finger foods.

Trent was very enthusiastic talking about the play with his friends. They talked about some twists and turns and how well the set turned out. I agreed that the set design was great and congratulated those people I had met on the production.

"Trent, it was so great that your mom came. It was wonderful to see her," Allison said, before turning toward me. "Um. So. Have you told her ...?"

Trent sighed. "No. Not yet. I will. Soon. I hope. We'll see. Maybe when she's 80."

Allison slapped him on the shoulder. "Trent!"

I'm not sure if he felt like he let me down. The conversation wasn't helping. Probably wanting an out, he said he would go get us more drinks.

"I'll be right back," Trent said with a quick kiss on my lips.

I'm sure that was an effort to make me feel better. If only he could be assured that I was fine. He had made so many steps forward, but he still retreated several steps at times. He's young. He is at an uneasy stage.

I told Matthew and Allison that I hoped Trent would submit something in future years. They agreed it would be wonderful if he did. We made a pact to encourage him to do so every so often.

"Here we are," Trent said, returning with drinks.

Wanting to change the topic, Trent told his friends about our dinner at Lawrence Creek. It seemed to have been memorable, which made me happy. He showed them the picture.

"And the server said the two of us were hot," I quipped.

"No way!!" Matthew said.

"I was surprised too," said Trent.

"Like ... it's so obvious," said Ash, walking up. "You two sizzle."

He pulled out a phone. "Selfie!"

"Text that to me!" his other friends said.

I did not. Was I a bad boyfriend because I hadn't taken any pictures of us? And why hadn't I? Ethan and I took several at the beginning. Why was I acting different this time?

Ash told us we looked sharp.

After we felt we had enough drinks and socializing, we headed home. In the bedroom, he took off the shirt and handed it to me.

"Several people told us we looked very handsome tonight," I observed.

"Yeah."

"How often do you dress up?"

"I'm in college. Never," he joked.

We both stripped naked to go brush our teeth and finish our time in the bathroom. As toothpaste foamed in my mouth, I noticed Trent's dick swing back and forth as he brushed his teeth. He was so handsome. He was perfect for me. He's perfect for anyone. Would he want to stay with me? At what point would he decide I was too old for him? Wasn't it inevitable? I tried not to think about it. I was now so far into this relationship that I didn't want to see it end. I just wouldn't let myself picture it.

We each entered from our sides of the bed — I loved that he has a "side" — and pulled the covers up. We kissed as I turned out the lights.

"Quite a long day," I said.

"But a wonderful one. Dinner was fantastic, and the play was great."

We didn't even talk about having sex. It was apparently implied the moment we walked in the door.

Although our dicks were getting longer knowing we were ready to make love, neither of us were hard yet. We rolled into each other's arms. I stared into his face.

"So, my young lover, how can I reward your dedication at this time? What would you like?"

"Oh?" he said. After thinking a moment, he turned to me and said, "Can we just start by kissing awhile?"

He rolled on top of me and planted a seriously deep kiss on me. Our mouths simply explored each other for a while. On the lips, on the neck, on the cheek, in my ear. As we made out, I could feel the hardness of my cock press into his leg. His erection pushed its way into my abdomen. We gently thrust our dicks into each other's bodies. Our kissing became audible with heavy breathing and moaning.

"You haven't come inside me since last week. I'd like that," he said softly into my ear.

"I'd love that," I whispered back.

Reaching into the drawer, I pulled out the lube, a towel and a condom. Although both of us were surely clear of anything transmittable, I wanted Trent to get into the habit of safe sex. Trent spread the towel out and laid on his belly. I reached for the condom.

"You don't really need that do you?"

"Just get in the habit, Trent. Maybe soon we'll go get tested together."

"I understand. I just want you to come inside me. It just seems hotter."

"That's the kind of attitude that gets people killed," I said solemnly. I leaned to his ear and whispered, "But yes, that sounds hot to me too. I know I'm safe. I had a test after Ethan. I'll send my entire load deep in your gorgeous ass."

I laid on top of him. I gently rubbed my dick along his ass crack. My arms wriggled below his chest, and I held us tight. I kissed the back of his neck. I maneuvered my erection to slide down between his legs, probing the underside of his perineum and poking his balls. After a couple minutes of this gentle foreplay, I grabbed the lube and coated my fingers. Dripping it into his ass, I entered first with one finger. He accepted it easily. He stiffened slightly as the second finger slid its way inside him. Then he relaxed, and I fingered his hole for a minute or two. My free hand caressed his back, giving a slight scratch every now and then. I finger fucked him as far as my digits could reach inside. His ass writhed as I pulsed my penetration.

"More," he requested.

I dripped a slight stream of lube onto my phallic probe and positioned it at Trent's entrance.

"Fuck me, Mike," he said from the pillow.

My cock entered his ass gently. He was ready. I moved in further, eventually letting his body swallow my erection's entire length.

"Ooooooohhh yeah," he cooed softly.

I braced myself on my elbows and went to work on Trent's hind side. The thrusts of my pelvis were not forceful, they entered and exited his ass in rhythmic grace. Both of us moaned in sync, as each push brought both of us pleasure. It felt so good inside him. I kept slowly thrusting, moving my hard piston in and out of his body like an engine. Our slow lovemaking had my cock throbbing after a few minutes of stimulation. This was sex at its most glorious, the two of us in tune with each other. My wood glided down his tunnel sending waves of pleasure, rocking his entire body.

"I love your cock inside me Mike. It feels so good. Keep fucking me," he pleaded.

It felt incredible for both of us. I loved fucking Trent. I pounded a little harder. Still on my elbows, I worked my hands below him to cup his chest. Everything about both our bodies emanated an aura of masculinity. The smell of our nakedness, the hardness of our organs, the taste of Trent's body below me — it was all intoxicating. I started grunting as I fucked him. Sometimes it would be his name, sometimes it would be unintelligible sounds, sometimes simply "fuck yeah." I was getting louder. Fucking always made me loud. I felt the sensations at the base of my dick building. I was so close to the point of no return. I pulled my rod from his ass. I wasn't ready for the rush to end. I rolled him over onto his back side and dove in for a deep kiss, my tongue plunging deep into his throat. We moaned as we kissed.

"You're so hot," he told me as we kissed.

"I love fucking you," I returned, consumed in my lust.

I spread Trent's legs apart. The brief pause gave my cock a chance to breathe. I felt I could go another couple of minutes before erupting. I positioned myself to return inside him. I grabbed his legs and pushed my cock back down into his ass. I screamed as I did so. It all felt good again. So good.

Trent grabbed his hard-on and started pulling with fervor as my meat forged into his hole. His strokes were accompanied by moans. Between his groans and my screaming, the volume could have easily vibrated through the windows. My penetration into his passage was fierce. I was ordering my soldier to fully assault, building to where its weapon would soon discharge. I couldn't believe how loud I was and how intense the throbbing inside my cock was. My pleasure was being matched by his. Trent was yanking his seven-plus inches with severity. His face was twisted in his intense moans. Both of our expressions conveyed one single word: sex. A bit of sweat was forming on his forehead and shoulders as he pleasured his cock and I drilled his ass.

"Mike, I ... I love this. Thank you for fucking me. It feels so good. Don't stop. Keep fucking me. Stay in me."

"Me too, babe. Your ass was made for my cock. You make it so good."

My thrusting pelvis was so intense, it pushed him down the bed. He moaned some more, much more. My crotch kept thrusting into Trent's hole. The slick friction along my flesh electrified the veins in my cock. The sensations in my groin were beginning to peak. I knew I was close. My thick hard-on felt like a tank. I reamed his glorious hole to prepare for my climax.

"Oh Trent. Oh Trent. I'm so close. I am going to come inside you, baby."

"Yeah, Mike. Do it. Shoot in my ass."

My body violently pounded Trent's. My thrusts were fiercely strong, matched by my screaming. Our waists crashed into each other.

"YEEAAAAHHHHHH!!" I screamed.

My body shuddered as I blasted my first stream of cum inside Trent.

"Oh, I'm commiinggg."

I shot a second and third and fourth and fifth strong wave of man liquid into his hole. My cock kept pulsing, wanting more, demanding more. I continued to grunt through my orgasm. My erection stayed inside him continuing to spasm. Soon, my balls had nothing left to give. I exhaled breathlessly hovering above him on stiff arms. I pulled my dick out and fell back, collapsing onto the bed.

Trent continued to groan in ecstasy. He got up onto his knees and continued to powerfully stroke his rod. He towered above me. I watched from below as this beautiful man pleasured himself — all for me.

"You're so sexy," I said, trying to catch my breath. "You're so hot, Trent. Come all over my chest."

He moved his knees forward and straddled me. His screams formed into words. He was at the brink of his orgasm. I watched him, noticing all the arousing features about my lover. His masculine bush, his strong legs and inner thighs, a wisp of hair traveling to his navel ... and his grandiose cock. Its thickness and strength was my ideal image for the perfect dick. Pubic hair surrounded the base of the cut shaft magnificently. He was as hot as I could ever imagine a lover to be. Lovemaking was magic with Trent.

"I'm coming for you, Mike. I'm about to come. I'm gonna come. Ooooooohhh. I'm comminnnng."

And his cock unloaded an explosive splatter of cum reaching to my beard and neck. Five or six eruptions showered my chest, the cum resting in the tangle of thick hair. He continued to pull his organ. His moaning transformed into more of a pleading whine. The orgasm began to diminish and soon cum dripped from his cock down into my bush. I was coated. And I loved it.

"That. Was. Awesome," he whispered as he leaned down to kiss me.

We kissed for a minute. Then he completely let his body lay on mine, smearing our lovemaking between our torsos. It was messy and wonderful, and we kissed some more. We laid in each other's arms for a minute.

"I'm so lucky," he whispered. "I'm happy I found you."

We continued to kiss. His cum was an adhesive bonding us together. As our chests were joined, our dicks wriggled and wrestled with the other. We were messy.

Eventually we agreed to clean up before the sticky liquid dried. A wet washcloth did most of the work, although a slight tackiness was still felt in my chest hair.

"What a wonderful night to start the weekend," I whispered into his ear as we snuggled together in the darkness.