Extracurricular

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Chapter 6

The weekend with Trent had been great, with the exception of his friend being involved in an accident. I felt rejuvenated as I returned to work this morning. My spirits were good. The morning classes flew by. I couldn't wait to simply text Trent on my lunch break. My chair gave out a slight squeak as I leaned back and pulled out my phone.

"How's the day going?" I typed, starting off simply.

I wasn't sure if he would respond right away or not. A few seconds later, my phone buzzed.

"Good. Got all my work done and reading in. I did well in my classes this morning."

"Did your roommates ask about your weekend?" I inquired.

"They just asked how it went. I told them it was good, but then mentioned John's wreck and we talked about that a little."

"The bed felt empty last night. I missed you," I typed.

"Totally. Same here."

"And I don't get you tonight either. Whatever will my dick do?"

The pause lasted longer than I expected. Should I have typed that? Did I come off as a pervert? Was that a creepy thing for a teacher to say? Gah. What a mistake. The phone buzzed.

"Slut."

I laughed out loud. I headed toward the teacher's lounge to grab my food from the fridge. The phone buzzed again.

"You know I'm kidding, right?"

"Of course!" I replied. "I'm getting used to you being around. You've been quite the welcome surprise."

"Thanks. You're sweet. I can't believe I don't get to see you today. I'll call before practice."

The rest of my day was pretty routine. I felt better for having checked in with Trent. Since it was an evening to myself again, I stayed late and made sure I was well prepared for the rest of the week in case we wanted to make plans. Someone passed my door. For just a second it reminded me of Trent waiting outside, debating whether to come in. How that one simple moment had changed my life.

I stopped at the grocery store on the way home. I intended to fix myself a healthy meal and then treat myself to a bowl of that ice cream later. Or wine. Or wine and ice cream. But should I do that?? I'm in good shape, but now that I have a boyfriend — I think — I suddenly felt the desire to make sure I was looking my best.

When I got home, I went into the bedroom and took off my shirt. Walking into the bathroom, I looked at myself. Losing a pound or two wouldn't hurt. But Trent seemed to like me just as I was. Forced to have simple lunches in a teacher's lounge makes at least one good decision each day. Plus, I didn't have fatty breakfast items around. Not that often at least. I thinking being on my feet all day helped too. But running with Trent wasn't too bad. I could do that on my own.

Soon my phone rang. It was Trent.

"Hi babe!" I said, perhaps a bit too excited.

"Hi hon'," he replied back. "I've got maybe a few minutes. Practice starts in about 15."

"I got you. I'm making a really nice chicken dinner. Wish I was sharing it with you."

"I'm sure it will be way better than the QT hot dogs I just scarfed down."

"You've inspired me to take a jog following dinner. I'm going to try to continue to up my exercise," I told him proudly.

"Good for you. I wish I were doing the run with you. I like our talks when we jog."

"I'm sorry for my rude text. I sometimes forget that you are new to all this gay business. I shouldn't come off so flippant."

"Mike, don't think of me as a child, please. I knew it was just a joke. I hope you don't feel you have to handle me with kids' gloves."

"Okay. Where are you now?" I asked.

"Outside the gym."

"By yourself?"

"I wish I was sucking your cock right now and swallowing every bit of your cum. Does that answer your question?"

"So. Alone it is. You're bad. Be careful what you say, you have to get undressed in a couple minutes. And I see what you mean about not needing kids' gloves."

"Eh, changing isn't bad. It's the showers afterward that are always tough. FYI, what I just said ... I've thought it a million times today. Do normal couples feel that way?"

"Who wants to be normal?" I jested. "But, yeah, maybe, at the beginning. Long term relationships tend to have passion naturally taper off with time. Ethan and I were hot and heavy for a month, then we were ..." I searched for the right word. "... routine. I mean, it was still good, just not every night or anything."

I reflected on something Trent said.

"Do you see us as a couple?" I asked.

"Uh oh. Wrong thing to say??"

"No." I immediately shot back. "I like the thought of us being a couple. I like it a lot."

"Really? Me, too. Say, how's your butt?"

"Sore. But totally worth it," I said.

"I should hope so. You were a banshee. Uh oh. I've got to run," he said.

"Call me later if you want. Bye babe," I ended.

"Bye, hon'."

Trent seemed to be using Hon' as a pet name. I guess I didn't need to worry how it came off the other day.

I hung up and stared at the wall. I hadn't really thought about having sex with Ethan in months. Funny how I indirectly was led to it. I couldn't even remember the last time we had sex. I assumed it was his birthday. We had just returned home from my parents' house for Mother's Day. I offered him sex for his birthday. He had me fuck him. He was on his stomach; I laid on top of him. After my orgasm inside him, he laid on his back and jerked himself off. I fondled his balls and kissed his neck as he did so. When we were done, neither of us said, "I love you." We gave a simple kiss, and I said, "Happy birthday." Wow. It was just ... uninspired. Trent and I couldn't be amazing forever. We were pretty damn hot right now. That was fine for the moment. Once our sex life begins to be less dramatic, would he want to move on to someone else? That is pretty typical for someone his age.

His age. Ugh. The age difference seemed to rear its head way too frequently.

Dinner was outstanding if I did say so myself. I loved the extra ingredients I purchased to make it a fancier meal. Since it was just me, I knew I had enough leftovers to take to school. Perfect.

I took that jog like I said I would. The night was cool, but not cold. I kept a steady pace, so I worked up a healthy sweat. Coming back into the house, I pulled off the sweatshirt and threw it to the bottom of the closet. I thought I might run again tomorrow. I'd wear it again.

I was all alone. Did I need to shower? Trent wasn't going to be with me. Then I looked at the bed. I had just washed those sheets last night. Yes, a shower was in order. I looked at my phone to see if Trent had texted. He hadn't.

I turned on the hot water. Grabbing my towel to put in place, I noticed Trent's towel still hanging. I probably should have washed it with the sheets, but it didn't cross my mind. I just remember everything in the bedroom being so orgasm centric. I stuck my face in his towel. I knew as I inhaled, I wouldn't get any type of scent of Trent, but I liked the thought of it anyway. I opened the door and stepped in the hot spray. It felt good; I let out a pleasurable groan.

As I lathered and rinsed the sweat from my body, I reflected on the two of us together in this shower. I stood still looking down as the shower spray massaged the back of my neck. How I wish he were with me right now. I thought about his body and his beautiful cock. In so doing, mine started getting a rise. I watched as it doubled in size. Thinking about Trent's erection only made mine harder, and it jutted upward.

It's curious as to how I had put sex on hold these last months. I didn't even try to meet anyone. What a difference last week made. In a heartbeat, my life had changed dramatically. I had immersed myself in my work for so long. I was doing a great job, but I wasn't sharing my life with anyone. It surprised me how reclusive I had become. If ... when ... Trent moved on from me, surely, I wouldn't crawl back into a hole. Would I?

Continuing to think about the previous days and nights, I reached for some shower gel and lathered my cock until it was pleasingly slippery. I grabbed it with my right hand and slid it off, followed by my left hand. My hands alternated pulling on my slick dick. I let my hands lather my chest pretending it was Trent doing it. I continued to look at my erection, watching the soapy froth interact with my organ and balls. As I pounded with one hand, I rubbed suds through my pubic hair. The scented lather was delightful. It was vanilla chai.

"Oh yeah," I softly whimpered.

I had reached that point where my masturbation pushed me to wanting to see my efforts go complete to orgasm. I reduced the water spray to a lighter pressure. With more gel I spread suds all over my body. I slid my hands in and out of my ass crack and over my chest and up and down my stiff cock. I moaned slightly matching the audible level of the gentle water falling behind me.

"Trent," I whispered. "I wish you were here."

I pulled on my cock. The slippery suds let me yank it fluidly. I grunted louder. My left hand slipped a finger in my hole while my right hand pumped my cock with violent force. I moaned in pleasure as I worked my erection with a slippery stimulation. I pictured holding Trent's dick as I pulled on my own. I thought about being in his ass; I slid the finger in and out of mine. My masturbation was in overdrive in its sudsy state. I slid two fingers in my hole.

"Oooooaaaahhh," I moaned.

I fingered some more and yanked some more. I removed my fingers from my ass, rubbed them over the soap and then through my chest hair. I loved it when Trent did this. I gripped hair between my fingers and tugged my chest in a slippery way. I jerked on my cock like there was no tomorrow. The sensations in my cock were throbbing. I was close to coming. I wanted to come. I needed to come.

"Oh yeahhhh," I called out behind the shower glass.

I saw my orgasm spurt through the suds on my cock and land in the mix of water and soap on the shower floor. I groaned through my entire climax, pulling on my organ with a mad ferocity. I gasped for air in my groans, continuing to see the cum ejaculate from my dick. After a moment, only a drip oozed from my erection. I bounced my stiff organ to fling the final drops of moisture to the floor.

I caught my breath. "Oh, man."

Turning the water back to full spray, I rinsed the lather and water and my semen down the drain. I turned off the water. Reaching for my towel, I rubbed it through my hair. With my hair fully tangled in disarray, I dried my chest.

I looked at Trent's towel. I reached for it and pressed it to my dick and crotch. I used it to dry my lower half.

Man, I missed him. I looked at the phone to see if he texted. He hadn't. Dang.

Throwing on the robe, I walked out to the kitchen. Wine? Or ice cream? Or both? Or neither? Wine won out.

Before heading to bed, I watched TV for an hour and then the news. The weather forecast looked good. I had hoped the two of us would be able to enjoy some time outdoors at some point this week. I loved spring. I was glad it was arriving. We had used the word "couple" tonight. There was no mistaking Trent and I were moving fast, but we both seemed to be going with it. I figured the age difference would become problematic at some point, but I'd let him tackle that. For now, I conceded to just enjoy it. Deep down, I was sure I needed it. And I liked him. I really liked Trent. Crazy as it may be, I was just going to enjoy life. Was that wrong? I had no intentions of hurting him. I hoped everything that might happen would be fine.

In all this, I wondered if I might hurt him along the way. Assuming he will find someone closer to his age, what would I feel when we broke up? When we started, I was content to take it easy. But now? I was missing him like crazy tonight. I had just come in the shower a while ago and already thoughts of him had my hand massaging my crotch through my boxers. I easily had a boner. I was thinking about him all the time. My fears of his possible fragility didn't allow the possibility of me being crushed. If I broke it off with him, I think he'd be hurt. He was going to be the one to do it. I'm the old guy. I could handle this. At the beginning, it was a simple flirtation. But now, I didn't know.

I like him.

I really like him.

We were hardly a week into — whatever we were. But already I felt like I'd hurt, badly, if he ended things.

I glanced at my phone. Trent hadn't texted. They must be really busy.

Damn.