Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 14

Just sent this one off to Nifty. In this chapter Mike and the Prof engage in a hot three-way. Let me know what you think and what you want to see.

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Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 14
Cosmic Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com
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Note: Sorry this got so long. There is some plot at the end, so try to read all the way through. Thanks for all the emails asking for more.

At the end of the first quarter of his senior year, Mike and I didn't get to see a lot of each other. He had basketball practices and then games. I was teaching a full load of courses and sitting on some university committees. We were lucky if we got one night a week and a few hours here and there in between with one another.

All of this was complicated by the different social circles that we belonged to. Mike wanted to catch up with old friends at parties. Being a professor, it was completely inappropriate for me to go to the undergrad parties with him. Similarly, he didn't enjoy going to the stuffy gatherings that I was often invited to.

For these reasons, I was a little surprised when Mike told me that he wanted to spend a Friday night with me. He didn't have any specific plans, but just wanted to hang out together.

I drove into town around eight and picked Mike up at his place. As I drove back toward my place, Mike asked me to park at a nature preserve between my house and town. It was where Mike had fucked me in the back of my car when we were first starting to see each other.

I parked the car. Before I could think of something to say, Mike leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "I wish we had more time to see each other," he said as he unhooked his seat belt.

"We'll have time later." I said.

Mike kissed me again. This time he plunged his tongue into my mouth aggressively. I smelled a trace of cologne. It was a masculine, sexy scent, and I started to get very turned on.

"You smell good." I said between kisses.

"It's new," Mike said. "I thought you would like it."

The fact that Mike still did things like buying cologne to smell good for me was the reason why our relationship worked. Somehow we had managed to keep things hot between us.

I unbuckled my seat belt and moved closer to Mike. We were still kissing. He broke away and then pushed his seat down and back. He tapped on his lap.

I crawled over the divider and straddled Mike's body as best I could. It was, admittedly, a pretty tough position to be in. I pushed my face against his and kissed him full on the mouth. Then I moved my lips down the side of his neck and started to bite and suck around his jawline. Mike's hard cock pressed against my ass. He was wearing jeans, but there was no hiding his big dick. We hadn't had sex in over a week, and I pressed down against him.

When I broke off the kiss, Mike put his hands on my hips and thrust up at my ass. Then he said, "This might sound stupid, but I kind of want to go to the Ace. You up for it?"

The Ace, was a seedy western bar on the outskirts of town. Before I had met Mike, I had driven by it a thousand times with a sense of disdain. However, it was one of Mike's favorite places. In addition to having cheap beer, the Ace was known among the students for catering to truckers coming in off the freeway. Gay kids looking for some hot sex used it as a kind of meeting place. At least that's what Mike told me.

"Yeah," I said, "Let's go."

The first time Mike had taken me there, he had jerked me off into my pants before we went inside. Afterward, he had fucked me in this very parking lot. That must be why he was thinking about it. We pulled into the parking lot, and I braced myself before going inside. I don't consider myself above places like the Ace, but a lot of people would wonder what a tweedy history prof was doing there.

We sat at the bar, and Mike ordered us both drinks. While we drank, he was openly affectionate with me. For as long as I'd known him, Mike didn't seem to care who knew he was gay or what they thought about it. He had too much confidence to worry that someone would think he was a fag.

After about a half an hour of talking and chatting, I noticed a kid sitting at a table on the other side of the bar watch Mike as he walked to the bathroom. When we made eye contact, the kid blushed and turned back toward his friends. He looked pretty young. He didn't have a beer, and I guessed that he was under 2.

When Mike came back I told him about his admirer. We both agreed that the kid was cute. He had short, light blond hair and a thin build.

"Bet he's a total bottom." Mike said with a grin. I could see the aggressive, dominant side of his personality coming out.

"He'd probably beg to get fucked by you." I said.

"And you." Mike added. He paused for a moment, then said, "You know, the only problem in our relationship is that I love you too much to call you a whore when I fuck you."

"I could get into that." I said. I meant it too. Mike could talk real dirty when he was in the mood, and I liked the occasional rough fuck.

"It's not the same. That's just role playing." Mike said, "Sometimes, though, with a really submissive dude, I mean it. I'm really thinking about him as a toy to play with. You know?"

I didn't know. I had topped a lot of guys, but not the way Mike did. I started to get a little insecure. "Well, I'm sorry I can't do that."

"C'mon, Clint." Mike said. He took my hand. "You know I love you. Right?"

"Yeah." I said. I quickly kissed Mike on the cheek. "I love you too."

I grabbed a napkin and wrote, "My boyfriend wants to fuck you. If you're game meet us in the bathroom." I waved the bartender over and asked him to take it to the kid. I slipped him a twenty to make sure he did it. He read the note and grinned, then pocketed the money.

About ten minutes later, the bartender took the kid another soda. He put the note right in front of the guy, so that none of his friends would see it. Thirty seconds later, the kid was on his way to the bathroom.

"Bathroom, Mike." I said, "Now."

Mike had a perplexed look on his face, but he followed anyway. As soon as we got into the bathroom and he saw the young guy standing by the sink, Mike started to smile. The guy looked very nervous.

"Show him the note." I said.

He handed Mike the napkin. As soon as he read it Mike looked at me and said, "Well done, Prof." Then he turned to the kid. "What's your name?"

"Josh." he said.

"Do you really want to get fucked by me, Josh?" Mike asked. He stepped closer. "You want to play with me and my man?"

Josh blushed and stumbled over his words. He stuttered and said something like, "I've never done this before."

"You've never been fucked?" Mike asked.

"I've been fucked." Josh said, "I've just never been picked up like this."

"You don't have to be nervous." Mike said. He grabbed Josh's hand and pushed it down into his pants. When the kid started to jerk him off, Mike motioned for me to come over. He grabbed my hand and ran it across Josh's chest. The kid felt smooth and very thin. He didn't have a lot of muscle, but he didn't have a lot of body fat either.

Mike pulled Josh's hand out of his pants and held it up to the kids face. Josh's nostrils flared as he caught a whiff of Mike's junk - an incredibly masculine smell that I knew well.

"Do you know who I am?" Mike asked Josh.

Josh just nodded.

"Then before you chicken out, remember that this will probably be the only chance you get to fuck around with a bona fide college basketball jock." Mike stuck Josh's fingers into his own mouth, letting the kid taste his cock. "If you want to play, come out to our car in the next five minutes."

Mike moved away from Josh and went out into the bar. We paid our tab and then headed out to my car. Mike stood next to the vehicle and laughed. "That was a fucking thrill, Prof. I love putting the moves on guys like that. I could have gotten him to cream his pants right there."

"Here he comes." I said to Mike.

"Let's take him to my place." Mike said.

There was no further conversation. Mike opened the backdoor to my car, and Josh climbed in. Mike got into the front seat, which created an awkward scenario for Josh. He still looked really nervous and was probably worried that Mike and I were going to drive him out into the country and cut him into pieces. He didn't say anything.

I parked in front of Mike's building. Mike turned around to Josh and said, "Just so you know, I can get a little rough. Let me know if you want me to stop."

Josh's face turned white.

"Don't worry," I said, "He doesn't get that rough."

Josh chuckled nervously, and Mike and I both laughed. I was serious. I don't think Mike had it in him to hurt anyone, but his aggressive personality made it appear as if he had a mean streak.

When we got upstairs to Mike's apartment, he did a quick check to make sure we were alone. Then he walked back into the living-room and sat down on the couch with his legs spread wide. "I'm waiting." he said.

Josh knelt down. I watched in fascination as Mike took control. He grabbed onto Josh's head and pulled him into his jeans. He rubbed Josh's face up and down his junk, and I could make out Mike's hard-on sliding around.

Josh reached up, a little sheepishly, and unzipped Mike's jeans. His bush was revealed and then suddenly his cock popped up from under the fabric. At ten veiny inches, with a thick foreskin, Mike's dick was pretty intimidating. I thought of it as the icing on the cake. Just like Mike, his cock was big, masculine, and instantly conveyed that he meant business.

Josh looked at the cock for a few seconds before Mike pushed him down against his meat. I was envious of Josh. The taste of Mike's dick and the smell of his crotch were instantly arousing to me. Mike groaned when Josh slipped his lips over the head of his dick. I watched the boy go down on Mike, and started to rub my cock through the fabric of my pants. Mike leaned back with his arms across the couch. He winked at me. He knew I got off on seeing him get serviced like this. He spread out his body, emphasizing his perfect form, for my benefit rather than Josh's.

I pulled my dick out of my pants and started to jerk off. Seeing that I was ready to go, Mike stood up. Josh moved back, clearly waiting for what was next. Mike walked a few steps toward me until we stood shoulder to shoulder.

"Suck our cocks, slut." Mike said, "Make us feel good."

Josh crawled over and took Mike's dick into his mouth. Mike grabbed my cock and shoved it into the boy's mouth next to his. I watched as Josh's lips stretched to accommodate both of our cocks and felt Mike's searing hot dick press up against mine. The soft flesh of his hard cock felt so good against my member. I glanced over at Mike and could tell that he enjoyed the feeling too. Even though there was a third party involved, I felt closer to Mike than I had in a long time.

"You like this little whore's mouth on your dick, Prof.?" Mike asked me.

"Fuck yeah," I grunted.

"Fucking little boy slut. Picking up studs at the bar." Mike said. He grabbed Josh by the hair and pulled him off our cocks. "You're a real whore, you know that? How does that make you feel?"

Josh paused for a minute. I could tell he was trying to think what to say. Then he looked back at Mike and said, "I love this." 

Mike grabbed Josh's head and pressed his face up behind my balls. "Lick his ass, boy." Mike said. Josh started to tongue my taint, running his mouth over the base of my balls. He was sticking his tongue as far up my crack as he could, and I opened my legs a little bit to give him a chance to get deeper.

"Fucking lick it, boy." Mike said. He shoved Josh's head in between my legs, practically knocking me down. Before he moved away, Mike slapped him on the back of the head. It wasn't a violent slap, but it sent a message.

Josh started to suck at my asshole with abandon. It was like he turned into a complete pig almost immediately. His tongue darted around my hairy hole and pushed into my ass. I squatted down as he pushed up against me, grunting and growling as he licked. Mike bit down on my nipple and then pushed me into a chair. Josh fell away for a second, but Mike grabbed onto his hair and pulled him into my nuts.

"You keep sucking." Mike said to Josh. Then he looked to me. "You want my ass, Prof?"

I nodded and licked my lips. Mike planted his knees on the arms of the chair. He had taken off his pants and his dick was right in front of my face.

Mike slapped me across the cheek with his rock hard dick. I could feel the wetness of his dick head slid over the bridge of my nose. Then he pulled his foreskin over the tip of my nose. Mike knew that I got off on his skin, and he let me sniff and then suck on it for a minute or two. Then he turned his body around on the arms of the chair and pushed his ass into my face.

He leaned over and his cheeks pulled apart. His tight, puckered hole popped into view between the mounds of muscle. I licked across his ass crack quickly, taking in the sweaty, musk of his ass. Then I tongued at his hole. He pushed his butt back against me, pressing my head into the back of the chair.

Suddenly, I felt his mouth come down on my dick. I now had Josh working my balls and Mike's expert mouth working my dick. He made love to my cock with his mouth, tonguing the shaft and letting it slide across his face. The contrast between his soft mouth and the harshness of his stubbly chin kept me on the edge of orgasm. Every so often, Mike and Josh's mouth would both leave my genitals, and I could hear them making out. Josh was groaning more and more loudly as he got into giving me oral with Mike.

After a while Mike crawled off of me. He stood Josh up and started to strip the boy's clothes off. Josh was too horned up to even think about what was going on. He just stood there limply as Mike pulled his t-shirt up over his head and then yanked his jeans down. Underneath, he was wearing bright blue, expensive looking briefs. They hugged his ass and hard cock amazingly well. There was a dark spot on the front.

Mike snapped the elastic of Josh's briefs and let out a low whistle, "Looks like someone wanted to get fucked tonight."

Mike turned Josh around so his ass was facing me. He pulled Josh's undies down over his fat, bubble butt. Both of us groaned a little. While Mike and I both liked guys who were more rough around the edges than Josh was, his sexy ass was begging to be torn apart.

"Pull those cheeks open and show us your pussy, boy." Mike said.

Josh reached behind himself and pulled his ass open. His hole was completely hairless and looked tight. His big balls hung between his legs, and I imagined myself sucking Josh's balls while I watched Mike's cock drive in and out of the boy's ass.

"I gotta take a piss, then I'm gonna fuck you hard, OK?" Mike said.

Josh said OK, and then hesitated a little bit. It sounded like he was going to say something else. Josh was standing now and Mike licked a finger and then plunged it into Josh's ass.

"You're all horned up now, probably hornier than you've ever been. You've been licking ass and sniffing my jock cock and all your fantasies are coming true. And you're getting new fantasies, new things you want to try. Right?" Mike asked. He plunged his finger in to hilt when he asked this.

Josh nodded.

"Then just ask." Mike said, "Don't pass up your chance."

Josh looked at the floor. There was some sort of battle going on in his head. Mike stood next to him and rubbed his shoulder, still thrusting his thick finger in and out of Josh's ass. The boy's cock was bobbing and dripping precum.

"Will you piss on me?" Josh said. He instantly looked relieved and embarrassed.

Mike removed his finger from Josh's ass and pulled him to his feet. They walked toward the bathroom. Mike looked positively giddy. Josh knelt in the bathtub and stared up at Mike.

"Is this your first time?" Mike asked.

Josh said yes.

"Then just let it happen," Mike said.

Mike's huge cock, which was now half-hard, swelled up and suddenly a thick stream of light yellow beer piss blasted out. I'd seen Mike piss a bunch of times before, and I'd once before seen him piss on another guy. More and more, over the past few months, I'd been wondering what it would be like to feel that hot stream blasting across my chest, maybe even into my mouth. I hadn't had the courage to talk to Mike about it yet.

Mike's piss splattered over Josh's body and ran down his torso as he jacked his hard cock. Mike initially directed his stream lower, splashing against the boy's cock, but then brought it up until he was pissing on Josh's neck. Eventually Josh bent his head forward and took some of the piss into his mouth. He pulled away almost immediately, but made a satisfied sound as he swallowed it.

"That's right, whore, drink my piss." Mike growled. His dick was getting hard and his stream was sharpening. Josh was moaning and Mike brought the stream up and wet his hair. "Look at that piss-pig, Prof." Mike said when he turned to me.

I looked, but I also imagined myself in that position.

Mike's stream started to die off and then he clamped down his flow. In a flash, I bent down and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked the tiniest bit of piss off the tip. Mike's big hand wrapped around my neck and held me close to his body. Then he let loose a little bit of what was left. For the first time, I tasted another man's piss. It was salty and bitter. I wasn't sure how if I liked it, but my dick was hard as a rock.

Mike pulled me up by the back of my neck and kissed me. He pressed his face against mine and opened my mouth with his lips. He shoved his tongue into me and moved it around, trying to get a taste of whatever was left. His mouth moved across my face to my ear.

"You always surprise me." he whispered. He grabbed his hard dick and pushed it in between my legs, humping my body and sliding his shaft along my balls. "I'm so hot for you."

Mike and I necked for a few minutes at least. Our hands were all over each other and our cocks stabbed into each other's stomachs and thighs. I finally noticed Josh, kneeling in a pool of piss, and I broke off the kiss.

"That was like the hottest thing I've ever seen." Josh said. "Seriously."

Mike grinned at Josh, grabbed onto his shoulder, and then looked up at me. "C'mon lover, we've got a slut to fuck."

Mike pulled Josh to his feet and briefly toweled off his hair. I started to walk back into the living room and Josh followed me. As he walked, Mike made comments about how fuckable his ass was.

Mike pushed Josh down on the couch, and the boy instantly lifted his legs into the air. He spread his cheeks and his tight, hairless, pucker winked back at me. Mike knelt down and took a long lick at the boys crack. Then he played with Josh's boy-pussy for a few seconds. He pulled it apart and leaned back so that I could see .

"You want to fuck him while he's still tight?" Mike asked me. He was running his ten inch dick up and down Josh's ass. Precum was leaving a shiny trail on the teen's cheeks.

"You fuck him." I said. "Put on a show for me."

Mike grinned at me and then looked down at Josh. "You ready?"

Josh nodded. Mike lined the head of his lubed cock up with Josh's asshole and started to push into him. His dick slipped in with a pop and Josh groaned loudly. He had a look of complete ecstasy on his face, like Mike's dick was what he had been missing all of his life.

"Look at that Mike," I said, "He's a total bottom slut."

"Fuck he's tight" Mike groaned. "Beg for my cock boy."

Josh just kept groaning. His own dick was hard again and bouncing up and down on his abs. Mike slapped him across the face, not hard but firm, and Josh snapped out of it.

"Beg for it." Mike said again.

"Please let me have your cock. Put it all the way in." Josh moaned.

Mike started to push his way into Josh. As he did, the muscles of his torso rippled. Not one to sit on the sidelines, I started to lick Mike's sweaty body. The smooth skin of his shoulders was salty. I worked my way down to his nipple and bit at it a little. Then, finally, I went for the real prize. I moved my face up to Mike's hairy pit and started to lick the sweaty, musky, skin underneath his arm.

Mike leaned into Josh. Then he used his opposite arm to press my face into his body. He knew that I loved it when he muscled my face into his armpit. It was one of our oldest tricks and probably my favorite game to play with him. He brought his arm down and trapped my head in the hot, damp space between his torso and his triceps. I licked, moaned, and grunted against his body while he continued to fuck Josh.

After two or three minutes of licking his pit, Mike moved his arm away. I stood back and watched Mike fucking Josh. Josh was almost completely quiet now. The only real sound he was making was the occasional, high-pitched, girly moan.

Mike started to long dick him to try to get a response out of him. As he did, his muscular ass cheeks spread apart. His hot, sweaty crack opened up and his tight hole winked back at me. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, I pushed my face into his ass and started to lick him. Mike groaned loudly, and with one hand he reached behind and pulled my face into his body. As he fucked Josh, he pulled me with him. When he withdrew his dick from the boys ass, his muscular butt would against me.

After licking at his sexy hole for a while, I decided to press my luck and spit on my index finger. I pushed into Mike's ass. Initially, there was no resistance to my entrance, but as soon as Mike felt my finger, he clamped down hard. I kept pushing into him, working against his tight muscles.

Mike's insides felt warm and soft against my finger. I moved it around a little and did my best to rub his prostate.

"Ah, Jesus," Mike moaned. He turned around toward me, "Fuck that feels good. Fuck me with your fingers while I plow this dude."

I pulled my finger out and grabbed the lube that was next to Mike. I greased up two fingers and shoved them back in. This time, Mike pressed down against me. My fingers slid into his ass with ease. Mike's tight asshole, completely unaccustomed to having anything go into it, gripped my fingers. I explored his warm insides with my fingers as he continued to fuck Josh. The boy had become an after thought. He was just the hole that Mike's dick was using to get off.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon." Mike groaned.

I pushed my fingers deeper into him as his butt-hole spasmed.

"Get up here, Prof. Cum with me." Mike said.

I quickly jumped on top of Josh. I straddled him and sat my ass down on his stomach. At the same time, Mike pulled his cock out of the boy's ass. He grabbed both of our cocks and started to jerk them together. The hot hardness of Mike's dick pressed against my shaft. With an iron grip, Mike pulled at both of our dicks, literally pressing them into one, thick veiny cock.

Mike leaned into me, but did not kiss me. His forehead rolled against mine as he breathed across my face. The tip of his nose moved over my cheekbone. I stuck out my tongue and licked his lips. I knew he was close.

As he worked our cocks together, I started to kiss his neck. He had a day's worth of scruff on his face, and I rubbed my smooth cheek against his rough jaw-line. I wrapped my arms around his body, which was hard and strong from the preseason regime his trainers had him on. His skin was hot and sticky against my body. As he pulled our cocks up and down, his pecs bulged against my chest and his forearm rubbed against my abs.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Mike."

Mike licked my earlobe. His tongue snaked around the rim of my ear and his mouth connected with the side of my head, "I love you so much," Mike whispered into my ear.

I melted into his body and let him support me with his free arm. I felt him stiffen against me and his cock bulged in his fist. His hot, wet cum shot up in between our bodies and then started to run over the head of my dick. He kept stroking us and I immediately started to cum as well. While Mike shot his second and third ropes of cum, my dick spewed a constant stream of thick, chunky semen. Mike pulled away a little bit and we both looked down at the mess we had made. Lines of cum, shiny and stringy, hung between our bodies. Our dicks were covered with white froth.

Underneath me, I felt Josh move, and I suddenly remembered that there was a third party with us tonight. I moved off of him and he leaned up on his elbows.

"You guys should make porn." he said with a smile.

Mike shot back, "He's too old," He reached out and tweaked my nipple with a smile.

I looked down at Josh's dick, still hard and bouncing with his heartbeat.

Mike and I practically crashed our heads into each other as we both went down on the boys dick. Our tongues touched as we sucked his cock. Mike moved down to his balls and but worked Josh's shaft with his hand. It was the same hand that he had used to jerk us off, and it was still covered in our cum. I licked the top of Josh's dick and sucked the cum off of Mike's knuckles. Josh squirmed and moaned underneath our oral ministrations

After about a minute of our tag-teamed blow job, Josh started to cum. Mike felt his balls pull up and moved his mouth to the tip. Both he and I caught the cum in our mouths. Josh shot at least five ropes of cum. If we hadn't been in position to catch them, I have no doubt they would have blasted over the boy's head. We made out, spitting Josh's load between our mouths and letting it squeeze out over our lips. Josh looked on in awe.

The three of us lay on Mike's bed, panting, sweating, and recovering, for at least ten minutes. Mike was the first to move. Josh got up to follow him and started to put on his clothes. At least the kid understood that this wasn't going to be a sleep-over. Mike grabbed his briefs, a tight pair of gray hanes that showed off ever bulge in his pants, and reached for his jeans.

"I'll give you a ride home." Mike said, "This was fun."

"I know I sound like a broken record, but you guys are so hot." Josh said. Then he walked over to the door. "I can walk home, it's only a couple of blocks."

Mike gave him a quick hug. I saw Josh lean into my jock boyfriend. I didn't feel jealous, but was proud. Mike was mine.

Josh left and Mike turned to me. "You wanna just stay here tonight?" Mike asked.

I moaned as I rolled over on the bed to make room for Mike. I crawled under the covers - his covers - and let his warmth, smell, and roaming hands consume me.

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About a week later, Mike was staying at my house. We had spent a good part of the evening fucking around, which seemed to be Mike's favorite after school activity. He was sprawled out on my bed in his white briefs. Mike was the only man knew who could make a shitty pair of Hane's look like an expensive pair of underwear. His skin was still a little tan and his chest hair was longer than usual.

While Mike sat on the bed reading, I was moving from one end of the house to the other picking up all his crap. It amazed me that in a single afternoon Mike could drop items, clothing, beer cans, and all sorts of shit in pretty much every room of my house.

Though it was pretty irrational, something about the situation pissed me off. Even though Mike did a lot of the cooking when we were together and generally was pretty clean, I felt like I had been waiting on him hand and foot lately. I huffed and puffed as I cleaned, but he seemed clueless.

Part of my anger was that Mike was reading through brochures about basketball programs in Europe and Asia. Though he was a minor talent in the US, he could extend his playing career for a while by traveling to one of those countries. Reading up on them had become his obsession over the past few weeks.

I didn't like the idea at all, because it meant that Mike would be leaving. Though that seemed to me to be the most important detail of the whole plan, Mike hadn't said anything about it yet.

"What do you think the weather's like in Poland?" Mike said.

"Shitty." I said in a short voice.

Mike put the brochure down and sat up on the side of the bed. "What's your problem, lately? You've been acting like a bitch all week."

"I don't have a problem." I said.

"The fuck you don't." Mike said. He grabbed his pants and started to pull them on.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm going home. I don't want to be around you when you're like this." he said.

"I'm starting to think you don't want to be around me at all." I said bitterly. I was ready to start the fight that I'd been thinking about for a while.

"What are you talking about?"

"Where do I figure into the Poland plan, Mike? You haven't even asked me what I think."

"I don't know where you fit in. Maybe you could come with."

"Come with?" I was yelling now. "So I just chuck my career and chill out in Eastern Europe while you play ball?"

"And, what, it's OK for me to just chuck my dreams? Quit playing ball and sit in this dump while you bring home a paycheck?"

"It's give and take, Mike. I've made a lot of sacrifices to be with you. What do you think my colleagues think of me shacking up with a student?"

"Yeah, well I've given things up too. My life has changed."

"How?"

"Look at me." He stretched out his body. "You saw me in the bar last week. I could pick up a guy and fuck around every night if I wanted to. Instead I sit here with you and watch TV."

"Oh. Sorry that our relationship keeps you from whoring around. I didn't realize it was that important to you. You wanna fuck a bunch of young guys, go do it."

Mike had his shirt on. He grabbed his keys off my dresser. "Maybe I will."

As he made for the front door, I grabbed his arm to stop him. He turned quickly and pushed me away against a wall. "Don't fucking touch me, Clint."

He looked me in the eyes and then looked down at the floor. "I don't know why I thought this would work. I just don't think this can work."

He was out the door before I had a chance to say anything.