"Twilight in the Afternoon"
Part 2
Joel liked school, although he complained about too much homework. He didn't object to homework from Mr. Harmon. It gave him even more reason, to lag behind after class, with made up questions. He pulled all kinds of crap, just to be near him. Joel knew it, Kevin Harmon knew it, and most of the class knew it, but said nothing.
The assignments were finally completed and left on Kevin Harmon's desk.
"What did you write about?" asked Jackson placing his paper on top of the pile.
"Football,"
"You don't play football"
"Oh, that's right. I am not on the football team."
"Are you ok? Jackson asked, "You're kinda squirrely"
"Oh sure, I am just a little nervous, because I wrote some things that were gay."
"He said to choose your own topic, so screw it. You write, and he reads. It sounds correct to me."
Joel felt better because Jackson made sense; and making sense was not one of his strong points.
By the following day, Mr. Harmon had read all of them, but commented on nothing. It was water over the dam and only a writing exercise.
There was no difference in Mr. Harmon's attitude, so Joel realized what he wrote meant nothing to him and he was home safe. Mr. Harmon never returned the assignments, but the entire class got an A.
Just as the bell was about to ring; he said, "Joel, could you stay a moment, I want to go over something with you?"
"Sure" came a nervous reply.
The room emptied out quickly just as always, leaving Harmon and Joel alone standing by the door. Kevin closed and locked it.
Joel pretended not to notice and staying "cool" was the smartest thing he could do.
"Joel, Joel, Joel – come here," said Kevin Harmon wiggling his middle finger. He was leaning against his desk just as Joel wrote about. He was smiling and relaxed. If, this was `deja vue,' Joel did not think he could handle it.
Ahh, who's kidding, here; of course he could handle it." He had lived this moment many times repeatedly, inside his head, but this felt different.
"So you are pressed up against me and our eyes meet? Is that how you wrote it?"
"I don't remember."
"I don't think you would forget something like that."
Kevin leaned against him and they stared at one another. He took Joel's hand and rubbed it across his crotch. Joel became very nervous not expecting something as impossible as this, to happen.
"Do you remember writing that?"
"Yeahh," he admitted. His voice was shaky, "that is what I wrote."
Joel tried to kiss him, only to be pushed away.
"Nope, we are not going there. Okay, that's it. Get out."
"You understand my point. For Christ sake, you are my student, and he unlocked the door.
Joel left quietly walking down the hall mingling and laughing as if nothing bothered him. He wasn't a little girl. - He was angry.
"Hey, said Jackson, what did Harmon want? You weren't in there very long."
"Nothing – he's a jerk."
"Oh yeah, he's in love with himself," was all Jackson said.
When he got home, he checked the computer for a faculty list that he composed and saved under documents. It was time for some research.
There it was – Kevin W Harmon, 52 Market Street, Apt. 2
"Hey mom, Joel yells out from his bedroom. I am borrowing the car to run back to school before the door's locked. I forgot some material for physics class."
"Okay, sweetie."
A few minutes later, he parked in front of 52 Market Street. Joel was not a stalker, by any means, but he had something to say before he lost his nerve.
Kevin answered the door. He was wearing shorts with a white tee shirt. His head was still moist from showering. He had trimmed his beard closer and resembled Bradley Cooper. Kevin's face was awesome with a short beard.
"Joel melted –just fuckin melted. All the resentment inside him vanished and he felt like crying. He was an idiot, barging in like a raging bull.
Kevin didn't seem pleased to see him.
"What are you doing here?"
"I want to apologize."
"Accepted – now what are you apologizing for?"
"Can I come in? It's a little difficult standing out here?"
"Come in," Kevin said stepping back holding on to the door.
"I don't want you to think I am a silly faggot because I am not. I am a masculine gay kid with a crush and acted foolishly about how I felt."
"Uh – you are admitting, what you wrote was foolish?"
"Yes, I see that now. I wrote how I felt trying to be clever and creative. I knew you would see right through it and I planned it that way. Don't you like me even a little bit?"
"Sure Joel, I like you a lot, but I am your teacher and you are my student. Stuff like this can't happen; I have my position to consider. I am 27 years old and besides, I am too old for you."
"I am not trouble and you are not too old for me. I will be nineteen in another month. See we are getting closer in age all the time."
"Don't be an idiot."
I am very smart, I know what I am doing," Joel said rather harshly.
This was his second mistake. Joel was showing anger like a spoiled teenager by not getting what he wanted and it was obvious.
"You're a child, grow up!"
"You don't know everything." Joel screamed at him.
Kevin gave him a doleful look, and it was not good.
Joel realized that was mistake number three. He lowered his head on Kevin's shoulder feeling hurt and embarrassed.
"Yee god, what is wrong with me? I keep `fucking up" Joel said' "I thought I was the smart one."
Kevin lifted his face to his and when their eyes met this time, it was Kismet.
They were kissing. The kiss turned into passionate face hunger devouring deep and meaningful. Kevin fondled him and Joel thought – "this is it." but wrong again.
He unzipped Kevin's shorts but was stopped. "Not yet, Joel, not yet."
"When? Joel asked, almost begging."
"When you are no longer my student, if you still want this," he said placing Joel's hand inside his shorts. He felt the warm flesh of his swollen cock. It was smooth like velvet with ripples of flesh giving it girth. That thing was big.
It all seemed so stupid. They were both of legal age, both gay, and they wanted each other. He would have sacrificed his high school diploma, just to get on his knees for one hungry lick.
"You have to go," Kevin said. "This has gone on long enough."
They stood face to face, sensing a strong feeling of love. Joel wished for sex, but love swept over him like a tidal wave; he was not expecting that to happen, nor did Kevin. They kissed again, with a great deal of hunger.
Kevin didn't realize that Joel had cum in his underwear, without touching himself. He came during that last hungry kiss. – Whew, try doing that, if you think you are hot.
Delirious, with the feeling of being in love, Joel went home having so much to think about...
The weeks sailed by easier than imagined. Joel knew what was waiting for him and struggled keeping his hands off his dick trying to save as much cum as he could. He cheated several times; still, he wanted to be perfect for Kevin.
The idea was noble, but ridiculous for a young man his age. He could get off twice, in one day and still have plenty of cum left for slurping.
The school year finally concluded. The next time he saw Kevin was on Graduation day, when he got a hug and a message whispered to him.
"This is it Joel – we both win. I will be in touch." He squeezed the cheeks of his ass, when nobody was looking.
Joel was decisive and knew what he wanted. He was aware of the difference between securing a career and a hot boyfriend. This is where the road crosses and one has to know which one to take.
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