Chapter 9
Back at school, I pondered how worried Trent would be about talking with his roommate. After barging in on us in bed, his roommate was sure to have a lot of questions. Poor Trent. His stomach was probably tied in knots.
Despite the shocking "discovery," I liked our afternoon tryst. When we started things last week, I figured it would be fleeting, so temporary. Now, my feelings were much deeper. He may decide to move on from me, but I wanted to see it continue. I had fallen for him, even if we were an odd couple.
I worked extra hours after school to help free up the weekend.
I had another lonely night. Trent had sent me two texts that evening. The first:
"Practice went okay. Lance and I didn't talk at all. I was the first out of the locker room."
Good.
The second:
"Hanging this set is taking forever. I am so not ready for classes tomorrow. Crap!"
Not good. That text came in fairly late, so I knew he had lost his whole evening.
—
Considering my condition the night before, I slept well. I allowed myself more than eight hours of sleep. I never get that on a weeknight.
I awoke feeling good. As I showered, I wondered if I would even be able to see Trent today. I thought about our escapade in his apartment yesterday. I wondered if he had spoken to the roommate. I had so many questions.
Later that morning, I shot him a quick text between classes.
"How's the day going?"
"Lousy" was the reply.
"Uh oh. What's wrong?"
"Did lousy on a quiz in my first class. I just wasn't ready."
"That bites. I'm sorry. I'll check in with you later."
Today went better. My students made me laugh on a few occasions, and I told those I had not seen yesterday that I had missed them. I had, but I loved being with Trent. Even being caught in his room didn't bother me that much. I was sure it mortified him. Poor guy. He had so much on his plate.
I wondered if me jumping into his life had really made things harder for him. Was I being fair? How badly had I been affecting his grades? He was the one that approached me last week, but at the same time, it was unlikely he was expecting to start up a relationship. Had he taken on too much? Was there a "right amount" when entering the gay world?
For my lunch break, I heated up the last of my Cajun shrimp and went to my coworker's room. I obviously couldn't share all the sordid details, but I did share the basic facts.
I'm surprised how open I was with her. I didn't confide in my coworkers. I didn't pal around with them. Part of that stemmed from me not wanting them to know I was gay. Why not? Why did that bother me anymore? I wasn't a new hire. I'd been there eight years. Why was I so private? I wasn't ashamed of who I was.
On my planning period, I got a buzz on my phone. I saw it was Trent and decided to call him instead.
"Can you talk?" I asked.
"Yeah, for a few minutes at least."
"Is the day going better?" I asked.
"Eh. And another practice at your school later."
"So close and yet so far," I said. "Want me to come down?"
He thought on it for a moment. "Noooo... but, instead of showering at your school, how about I run over to your place and see you a bit. BUT I absolutely must study."
"I'd love that. If you want, you can study at my place. I need to finish next week's lessons, so I'd leave you alone."
"Okay," he agreed. "I'll bring my books in the car."
"I'll even make dinner. Nothing fancy. How about lasagna?"
"Sounds great."
"Hey!" I said in a sudden realization. "Did you talk to your roommate?"
"No. Not yet. They were asleep when I got back from the stage last night. They both tend to sleep through me getting ready in the mornings too. Neither has an 8:00 class." He paused. "I imagine I will see Kevin — the guy that barged in on us — tonight."
"Bless your heart. You'll live. Call me later," I said, and we hung up.
My afternoon classes were great. My students were still trying hard. Spring break was three weeks away and the dreaded spring fever — where all productivity grinds to a halt — had not begun to set in. My honors kids were making me really proud. I told them so. After hearing Trent tell me about the impact that I made on him, I wanted all my students to really know I was in their corner. It renewed my focus.
Once school was out and most of the hallways were clear, I heard my phone ring. It was Trent.
"Are you done? Can you talk?" he asked.
"Uhhh, yeah. I'm free for right now. What's up?" I asked curiously.
"I hate to intrude on your time, but can you swing by the university bistro we ate at yesterday? Like in 20 minutes?"
"Uh, yeah, sure. Is everything okay? What's up?"
"Just come. Bye."
That was certainly strange. I finished a few last papers and then packed the things I could work on at home. I drove over to our recent lunch spot. Oddly, it took me a moment to find a place to park. Going around the corner, I found a place. As I made the short walk, I basked in what was a beautiful day. Spring was indeed making its presence known. As I approached the eatery, I saw Trent sitting outside. He was sitting with two people. He waved at me with a big smile. His friends turned. I could tell it was Matthew and Allison with him. The three of them were having frozen coffees.
"Hello everyone," I said as I walked up.
"Hello Mr. Terry," they said.
"Call me Mike." Looking at Trent, I quietly asked, "What's up?"
"I wanted you here. Because I put a lot of help into the stage set, Matt and Ali were meeting me to bring me two tickets to the show Friday night. Great seats and a reception afterward with the cast. Are you available that night?"
"Yes, sure. It sounds lovely," I said with a gracious nod to his friends.
Trent looked at his friends. "I asked Mike to be here because I want to tell you something. You've seen me with Mike because, he's ... he's my boyfriend. We're a couple."
He grabbed my hand, and I held it as I sat down.
"Well, I didn't know what the occasion was, but I guess I'm in the middle of it," I said. Looking at Matthew and Allison, I said, "We are. Trent and I have become rather close. It's happened very fast, but I think the world of him."
"You're my best friends," Trent told his companions, whose expressions were a mix of shock and relief and excitement. "I should have told you a long time ago, but I've not been comfortable with who I am, and Mike has been awesome. I used to be worried and afraid. But if you truly are my best friends, then I hope you are okay with this."
"Of course we are," said Allison. "I can see how happy you are. I'm excited for you."
"Sooo... the whole teacher/student thing isn't ... weird for you guys?" asked Matthew.
"No. I may not have realized it at the time, but I had a slight crush on him in high school ... probably. But Mike never knew it. I just came out to him last week."
"It has been a bit of a whirlwind. We have really clicked, though. Neither of us were expecting it. At all. Hopefully, we are bringing out the best in each other," I said, looking and smiling at Trent. "I'm just afraid he is going to realize that he could be with someone younger."
"Oh stop," he chided. "You're 30, not 87."
"Hey, it was your friend the other day that called me an OLD teacher."
"Uuck! Mark," said Allison. "Don't give that another thought, Mike. I'm sure he meant former teacher."
"We're glad you can come Friday night. I hope you really enjoy it," offered Matthew. "We just gave the tickets to Trent."
I looked at my watch.
"Thanks for coming," Trent said to me. "These are my true friends." He smiled at the couple. "And I didn't want to hide who I really am from true friends."
The three of them smiled.
"Awww, we love you Trent," Allison reassured.
"That's it. I just felt like I wanted you here, Mike," Trent said. "I know you have things to do, and I should probably get to practice. You two have dress rehearsal too. I hope it goes well."
"Wish us luck," Matthew said as we all stood. The two of us did wish them luck and said we were excited to see the show soon.
"Bye, thanks for coming. I'll see you later," Trent said to me.
Then he kissed me — in front of his friends. My little Trent was making big steps. I was proud of him.
—
The lasagna was layered and ready to go into the oven. Just to be safe, I was going to wait until he arrived. I got buried in my work. I didn't even hear Trent drive up. My front door opened, and Trent walked in with a sports bag and a school backpack. I noticed he didn't knock; I'm glad this is feeling like home. I gave him a big smile and kissed him when I walked over to him.
"Mmm," he hummed in my kiss. "Okay, step away. I'm sure I reek. I was a sweaty mess and now it is all dried on me. I need to hit the shower."
I told him the lasagna was prepared and went to turn on the oven. I heard the water come on. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Trent toss the last piece of clothing to the floor and dart pass the bedroom door completely naked. I heard the shower door close.
"Aaaahhhh," I heard him call out as he stepped into the hot spray.
Knowing he was naked in there, I felt frisky and went in. I stood with my hands at the top of the shower door and looked at him.
"What are you up to?" he asked seeing me through the steamed glass.
"My handsome boyfriend is naked in front of me. Can't I watch? Do I have to be up to something?" I answered playfully. "It's a shame this glass is in the way."
"It doesn't have to be. We both fit."
By the time I had stripped my body of all its clothes, I could see through the glass that Trent now had a raging boner. I took it as a big compliment that I was joining him. I hung a towel on the hook and opened the door.
"Welcome to my humble little shower," he said in a whimsical tease.
We kissed. I grabbed his dick, and he wrapped his arms around me. We kissed for a couple minutes in that warm embrace standing under the hot water, his arms around me, one of mine clutched to his ass, the other grabbing and gently tugging his dick. I reached for the shampoo and turned him around. I lathered his hair from behind. As I did so, my erection bobbed up and down over his ass crack. He reached back and held it while I cleaned his hair. I soaped up his backside. As suds got all over his ass, a finger explored the crack up and down.
"Mmm," he moaned.
I got some shower gel and playfully probed his hole with one of my fingers. I turned him around and foamed up his chest, massaging his pecs as I did so. Again, he grabbed my cock momentarily, pulling on it as he was getting cleaned liked a member of royalty. He dropped to his knees and took my erection in his mouth.
"Ohhh, babe," was all I said.
He sucked my cock for a minute. I loved it. It was somehow sexy in the shower as water poured over our bodies. I lifted him up and gave him a kiss.
"I'm not finished," I said.
I worked up a lather and scrubbed his bush, fondled his balls and groped his dick. Leaning down, I thoroughly cleaned his legs inside and out. I watched the bubbles in the suds cling to the hair on his legs, slowly dripping to his feet. Raising back up, our arms wrapped around each other and we kissed. We kissed for a long time. I turned off the water.
"Let's move to the bed," I said.
We opened the door, dried our aroused bodies and walked to the bed. He pushed his clothes he had laid there to the floor.
As he climbed into the bed, I rolled him to where he was laying on his stomach. I straddled him. My hands grabbed his shoulders, and I started giving him a massage.
"Ohhhh, that's nice."
For a couple minutes, I rubbed his shoulders, his neck muscles, his back muscles and even his ass. I pressed deep into his muscles knowing it should feel good following practice. As my body moved, my hard-on would occasionally push up against his ass. Then I leaned over and spread his butt cheeks. My face buried itself into his crack and my tongue explored his hole. I licked and probed. Trent squirmed. I could tell from the moan it was a delightful sensation.
I rolled him over and devoured his dick. It wasn't as hard at that moment as it was in the shower. Seconds later, it regained its rigidity. I sucked his cock for a couple of minutes. It was a slow suck. It was a deep suck. Crawling down each inch of his pulsing rod and slowly lifting off, gripping it with my mouth, I serviced Trent for several more minutes.
Then I stopped and straddled his torso. We looked into each other's faces. He yanked on my dick briefly, but then I moved up further and placed my balls right at his mouth. His tongue extended and he licked them tenderly. His hands moved one side of my sac in his mouth and began sucking and teasing on my left testicle. He switched and took the other playfully. Then it was my cock's turn. I placed it in his mouth, and he engulfed it with a deep moan. I thrust in and out of his face. Oral sex always felt good. His arm reached down and grabbed his erection. I could feel the vibrations of his arm jacking his cock. He was pleasuring us both. I was moaning and grunting as I fucked his throat.
"Uuuungh. Yeeeeeaaaaah," I groaned as sexual sensations filled my groin.
I could feel Trent humming and moaning directly around my cock. His arm was powerfully stroking his manly tool. My hips kept maneuvering mine into his welcoming warmth. I was thrusting my hard shaft with the sole purpose of sexual bliss.
"Baby, my cock feels so good in your mouth," I moaned. "So good. I love how you suck it."
My words made him stroke his erection harder. His grip was tight, and he worked his flesh like a sergeant. I thrust my hips to match Trent's rhythm. My cock throbbed. It pulsed. It sent sensations into me that were building into a powerful crescendo.
"I'm about to come, Trent. Do you want me to come on your chest or in your mouth?"
His answer was a clutch to my ass cheeks that shoved me deep down his throat. My climax was coming. One of his hands returned to his cock. I screamed loudly — no words, just oral gratification. My head tilted back as I cried out in climax. He gripped my ass hard. My first stream hit his throat like a bullet. He moaned. My second shot fired. He moaned louder. He pounded his cock harder as my third spasm launched. His breathing was heavy, inhaling and exhaling powerfully through his nostrils. I kept coming, and if there was such a thing as a moan and a scream, it was happening around my cock. My erection was still trying to force more ecstasy through my pulsing system. Trent unleased his first wave. As it landed on his chest, just the tip of the stream hit my ass. Trent's hips were bucking as he came. His muffled wailing accompanied each shot of orgasmic revelry happening behind me. We were groaning together until we were spent. Our screams became heavy pants. I pulled my cock from his mouth and maneuvered my body beside him. We laid still. We breathed together. He reached for my hand. He held it as we recovered from our intense climax.
"Well, I'm glad I didn't put the lasagna in the oven," I said. "It would have been a bit overdone."
We walked to the bathroom. I combed my hair as Trent wiped most of the cum off his chest.
"I'm just doing a 30-second rinse," he said, hopping back in the shower.
I walked naked to the kitchen to put the lasagna in. My dick wasn't hard anymore but was still long enough to make a nice pendulum swinging side to side as I walked.
I went back and put on boxers and a robe for the rest of the evening. Trent came out dressed in briefs and his T-shirt. I returned to my laptop on the dining room table. He curled up on the couch with one of his books. I would have asked questions about his studies, but I didn't want to interrupt.
Soon we were enjoying dinner at the kitchen table. Trent complimented me on the meal. He helped me clean and put the leftovers away.
We returned to our work, both of us very diligent in getting what we needed to accomplish done before the evening was over. I watched as Trent read, then typed, then wrote in a notebook. He was still the same dedicated student I remembered. He was a great kid. Now he's a great young man. I was proud of him. I was happy for him.
When it reached 10, he noticed the clock and decided to go.
"This was nice. It was perfect," he said. "I feel better about my classes."
"Are you caught up?"
"Ha. No. Not really even close. But at least I am prepared for tomorrow and can really dive into work over the weekend."
"Want to stay here again this weekend?" I asked, hoping he would say yes.
He looked to the side for a moment.
"I want to say yes, but let me make sure. I think I probably can, but we'll see what's dumped on us in class tomorrow. Pencil me in. Sorry I have to be so vague."
I turned on the news as he started collecting his things. Trent gathered his books and study materials. He shoved them into a backpack that looked rather heavy. He went back to the bedroom. After he put on his jeans, he shoved any remaining basketball clothing in the bag.
"It's the second time in two months that a Jackson Bend educator has been brought up on charges of an inappropriate relationship with a student," the newscaster reported.
My face snapped to the screen. I knew it wasn't me. But an electric current coursed through my nervous system. My eyes were huge, glazed over like a deer in headlights. My breathing had stopped. Trent came from the bedroom. In that instant I didn't feel like I could look at him. I walked into the kitchen leaving him packing up final items.
I stood there in the dark gasping for breath. I placed my forehead against the door of the fridge. My eyes were shut, and I just felt my heart pounding. Even in the next room, I could hear details of a sexual relationship between a teacher and student. I took deep breaths trying to calm my panic.
It was a moonlit night. I turned to look at the sky out the kitchen window. I tried to relax but was failing.
"Mike?" Trent asked coming in. He didn't turn on the light. He just moved up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. "Did that news story bother you?"
I gently turned in his arms. "Of course it bothered me. How could it not?"
"But we're..."
"Yes, I know. You're not in high school, and I'm not your teacher. We're both adults. But ... I hear the words teacher' and student' and ..." I wasn't sure where to go with my thoughts. "It just startled me."
Trent squeezed me tighter. I worried that he might have thought I was going to break it off with him.
"You haven't done anything wrong," he softly said in the darkness, his arms still around me. His face was pressed against my shoulder and chest.
I exhaled. "Not exactly. We had sex in school last week. That would be a scandalous news story. God, what a stupid mistake."
"No one will ever know. I'm sorry I came on to you. I'm sorry, Mike."
"You're not to blame."
"Everything will be okay," he said.
"I hope so, babe." I kissed his cheek. "You're already getting behind in school."
"That's not because of you. Well, a tiny bit. But I have practice and games and I helped with the play..."
"And finally finding someone to talk to and be with is suddenly a big step ... unfortunately at a terrible time."
"Both of us will be okay."
We let each other go. I wondered if we would really be okay. Every time I would think I was completely into whatever kind of relationship we were, something would smack me into reality and make me question everything.
We walked to the living room. He picked up his bags. He looked into my eyes and set them back down. I could see worry on his face. I felt bad for scaring him.
We stood holding each other at the door. We were still, we just ... held. We stayed like that until we felt better.
"Dinner was great; thank you," Trent said, the side of his face pressed to mine.
"It was. I'm glad you stopped over." I kissed him. "Okay, goodnight babe. I ..."
I stopped myself. What was I about to say?? I wasn't going to say, "I love you," was I? Surely not. What was I thinking?
"... I can come to your game Saturday night if you want me to. If I'm a distraction, I don't have to."
"I'd like that. I like you being there, even if we lose. I'll call you during your planning period tomorrow. Good night, hon'."
As I prepared to go to bed, my thoughts returned to what I was saying in that goodbye. Was it my natural reaction to go there? It was way too soon to be feeling that. What kind of autopilot thing was happening with me? Goodness, if Trent only knew the nutcase I could be at times. His impact on my life was happening so fast. I knew deep down it was too fast. And then that news story hit me again.
I sent a text to my coworker.
"If you want free lunch, I can have lasagna waiting in my room."
Just before I turned out the lights, I heard a buzz from my phone. I looked at the text. It was from Trent.
"Kevin and I had THE TALK. It's all good. More tomorrow."