School Daze

School Daze Chapter 3 -- Starbucks and a Dream

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My class, "Introduction to Dialogue" was on Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning and Jacob arrived nice and early, too. He was dressed pretty normally for him, tight, tight black jeans, a tight black long-sleeved t-shirt and an oversized black sweater that he took off when he got to his desk. The classroom was set up with two long tables that seated 8 each on both sides, but there were just 24 in the class, usually with some kids absent.

I made sure that I'd teach something not provocative, not sexy, something butch. We read from a scene from "Mutiny on the Bounty." I went back and forth between "Mutiny" and "A Few Good Men." I've taught that before and I love when they play the big line, "You want the truth? You can't handle the truth."

He followed the parade of actors-to-be of the classroom and waved a discreet goodbye, but then he came back in. "Professor, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, come in. Have a seat." He pulled up one of the chairs. "Whatsup, Jacob. I guess it's not `Jake?'"

"God no. I like Jacob. Jake is awful. Except for Jake in `Chinatown.'"

"I am sorry a few other admirable guys who went by `Jake.' Jake Gyllenhaal? There's a Jake Tapper on television news. The boxer Jake LaMotta. Jake Owen is a country singer. All admirable people."

"I don't aspire to admirable."

"I won't ask what that means."

"There's a porn star name Jake Dolce."

"There you go."

"Let's keep it Jacob."

"What can I do for you," I said, with some ominous tension in my voice. I am an acting coach, after all.

"I don't know if you noticed this, but I have trouble playing that I am happy when I am reading a scene. Angry, sad, tense, mad, I have no problem with that."

"I never noticed it, Ja-COB. But if you feel that's a problem, you are the best judge of that. And we're always trying to do better."

"Could I get some outside help."

"I guess we could meet some time."

"That would be great."

"When and where?

I thought about this. I wanted to do it in an open place. Even the classroom would be a bad idea. There are no windows on the doors.

Finally, we agreed to meet at the Starbucks on the main drag, because "I have errands to run. A prescription to pick up at CVS. Dog food for the dog." We would meet the coming Friday afternoon at 4 pm.

"You have a dog?" He sounded stressed.

"Do you not like dogs?"

"They are OK. I am more of a cat person."

Really, I went home because the outfit I wore to class was perhaps to flirty, very tight jeans like Jacob' and what the other boys wear. I changed into a pair of loose fitting slacks and two pairs of underwear and an old sweater that would be a good competitor for a holiday ugly sweater contest.

Jacob was already there and sitting in a table in the corner. He hadn't ordered anything so I didn't sit down and asked him what he wanted.

"A cappuchino, please. Two percent milk."

"Sure."

There was a little bit of a line. I turned and nodded at him, holding my arms in that "Whatever" way. He mouthed back, "No worries."

I carried his drink and my decaf latte over to the table and sat down. There were only two chairs and of course they were placed as close to each other as possible. "Hi," he said.

"Hi, back to you."

"What did you think of class today."

"It was good. `Mutiny on the Bounty' seemed out of character for you. Very butch."

"Well, sorry it wasn't `Brokeback Mountain.'"

"I would love to do that. `I wish I could quit you.'"

"You'd prefer the Heath Ledger part?"

"I dunno. I could do either. I guess my coloring is more Jake Gyllenhall."

"That's Jake Gylenhaal, not Jacob."

"We shouldn't try to replicate the movie version of a story or the actor in it. Like today. It's not a good idea to try to be Marlon Brando as Mr. Christian. No one can be Marlon Brando."

"Got it."

"Let's talk about your problems with acting out being happy, and similar emotions. But I'm sorry I have to go to the bathroom." I walked to the back of the store where the bathroom was and realized I needed a password. I went to the counter to get the password and noticed that Jacob was watching every step I was taking. Thankfully, the two pairs of underwear were hiding my boner. I also thought about how it was fortunate that Starbucks has individual bathrooms so I would not have to show my hard-on and my difficulty peeing until my dick settled down. I walked out of the bathroom with my cell phone on my ear, acting like I was talking to someone. As I sat down, I said, "OK, cool, see you later."

A thought came into my mind that I was thinking this too hard. I had to relax. I breathed in and out. "You seem nervous," he said, as if reading my mind.

"Uhhm, yeah, maybe. I don't meet with students outside of school. Maybe we should have met at school. But I am thinking that I am thinking this too hard. Let's start. Why do you think you have trouble with acting happiness or joy or in reacting to good news?"

"I have thought about it. But I am not sure I have an answer."

"When was the last time you were happy? Felt happy?"

"Remember when we were reading dialogue from Lord of the Flies?' You said I did that very well. In front of the class. And then you pulled me aside on the way out of the class. Jacob, comere.' I came over to you. Heh, Jacob,' you said. `Jacob, that was very, very good. The best we've gotten from you yet. The anger and force you demonstrated was authentic.'"

"Oh, my. I can't be your sole source of joy. That was weeks ago."

"What do you mean?"

"That affirmation from me was the last time you were happy? And that's what comes to you head?"

"That was the first thing that came to my mind. Maybe because you're here with me. There was a thing that happened a week ago where a really handsome older guy bumped into me walking down the street. We were both using our cell phones and collided. Dude," I said, sounding kind of mad, but then I looked up at him and I was astonished how beautiful his face was. A little craggy, but nice. Kind of like an older William Holden. I checked out his package. Nothing there, but . . . I looked back up to his face. I'm sorry,' I said. I should be sorry one,' he said. Are you OK?' Yeah, no permanent damage. No TBI.' I looked down at my phone which was on Grindr, and I said, `cell phone is OK. But."

"'But what,' he asked.

"It gave me something to dream about."

"'What, bumping into some guy?'"

"No. You, Sir, bumping into you. You are really beautiful. So handsome. Like you were once a model or something."

"You'll dream about this? And by the way, you're not so bad yourself."

"Were you really a model?"

"No. Silly."

"More than dream, actually."

"Uhhhhm. Can I invite you to have a drink? That B&B over there has a nice little bar."

"I won't get served. I am too young."

"We ended up going to Starbucks, the one at the other end of the avenue. He was a lawyer. At a large law firm and taught a class on environmental law at the law school. He's married to a woman, but is bisexual. I know, I can sense your skepticism,' he said. I have sex with men on a sporadic basis and look at gay porn. A lot.' I love my wife and I have a son, and it's a good marriage.' I put my hand on his knee, and I moved it up his thigh. He shuttered and moved my hand away."

"So that, truly, is the last time you felt happiness and joy."

"Yes, I was flattered that he'd flirt with me."

"Sounds like you did most of the flirting."

"Well, yes, guilty as charged."

"And the other time was me being nice to you. Telling you that you did a good job."

"Well, yes, I'm a horny 19-year-old. And I like older men. When was the last time you felt happy? You felt joy?"

"It happens every night when I turn the key to my house door and my dog Max leaps up and wants to lick my face. And then he grabs one of my legs and hugs it."

"Sounds like Max is a horny dog."

I showed him a little video of Max running around a little park near the campus and greeting all the kids. "Max loves kids. He'll run up to them, sit down and offer his back for a rub or scratch. He never goes too far, like jumping on them and licking them. And he backs off cautiously if the child or parents says `no.' Or seems scared." The joy I felt about Max was a pretty good example of the kind of happiness I wanted Jacob to feel."

"Where did you get the name , `Max.'?" A lover from the past?"

"No, it's funny because you made a reference to it earlier."

"What was that?"

"When you said that guy looked a little like the older, craggy William Holden."

"Hmmmm. Do you have a thing for William Holden?"

"No, I just liked him as an actor. He was unfairly underrated. If anything I liked the younger William Holden in `Sunset Boulevard.' That scene out at the pool when he had his shirt off. Oh, my."

"Still, older? Do you have a thing for older men?"

"No, I like guys my age."

"And not into younger men like me?"

"I like to look at them. Maybe even dream about them. But am extremely cynical that anything could last. "

"Do you like to look at me?"

"Oh, man, Jacob. Stop it. You really have it. Get over it, boy. You like me, kinda have a crush on me? Or maybe you are just acting and flirting with me because you want a good grade."

Jacob put his hands together like he was praying and said sarcastically, "Oh, Professor, is there anything I can do to possibly, physically do, extra credit-wise get a good grade. Oh, sir anything." That was when, just as Ben had predicted, just like he said he did to the other man, put his hand on my knee and then moved up to my thigh. And I had to pick it up and put it away. There was silence. He moved closer and started to talk. He recited that scene from "Lord of the Flies."

"It doesn't matter who's in charge. We've just gotta work together. First, we build a camp. Energetically he said, as if he was lecturing to a group of boys. "Be careful. There's probably a lot of berries and things that look OK but are really poison. I know what's poisonous or not. My brother did Outward Bound. He learned how to survive. He taught me." He switched to a different character in "Lord of the Flies." "What we need around here is positive people, not people trying to scare people. What we don't need is you, shitbrain." I applauded and people around the coffee shop looked at us. Dramatically, he stood up and bowed. "Very good, Jacob. Very good." I looked at my watch purposely and said, "Jacob, I want you to do two things. First, I want you to keep a journal or talk it into the voice notes app in your phone. Note down every time you feel joy." "Ugh. Journaling. How corny." He ran his middle finger down my thigh, starting just under where my cock would be, and removed his finger fast enough so I couldn't react. He said, "What's the second thing?" "Oh, yes." I had to think. "What was it. I forgot."

"I have one thing I want you to do. And then I'll write it up in my happy journal."

"What's that?" "I want you to kiss me. I want you to allow me to put my tongue in your mouth." "You are hopeless." I looked at my watch. "I have to go. I have to take Max for a walk. AND YOU CAN'T COME." I stood and held out my hand, like one would do inviting a gentleman's handshake. Let's meet after school in a few weeks and go over your journal. Oh, I remember what the other thing was. A senior moment there. I want you look to look into a mirror and, with emotion, talk about something that gave you joy. Hopefully, not something having to do with me or fucking older men."

"I don't fuck them. I'm a bottom." "So am I," I lied. It was wrong for me to identify my sexual preference. I stood, took a last gulp of my drink and walked out. I turned around to see his reaction. He was just smiling an odd Mona Lisa kind of smile. . . .

I walked home from Starbucks, rather than going back to campus to get my bike. It was a fairly long walk but I needed it, I needed the time to think.

Mostly, I was thinking and wondering whether Ben was right, must I resist Jacob's seduction? Couldn't I do it with him just once? No, it wouldn't be just once. It will be irresistible. I won't be able to stop.

I imagined what his body would look like. Would he have defined abs that I could run my hands all over them, and lick them and shoot my cum onto. He probably had not hair on his chest. Maybe there was a think trail leading to his treasure. Was he circumcised? Jacob, maybe he was Jewish, and he's circumcised. That would be good. I like cut dicks better than uncut ones. It was never a disqualifier, but there was one guy once who had so much extra skin it looked like he had a tail on the front of his body. I did not like sucking it. That guy had other disqualifying qualities, like he had bad breath and body odor.

Dozens of thoughts kept rolling around in my brain, and I was in another world, so much so that I didn't even realize that I was walking through a neighborhood known for lots of crime. I was startled out of my deep, sexy thoughts when a tall, young black man yelled at me, "You lookin' for something, Mister?"

I just looked at him with my mouth open. He grabbed at his crotch. "You looking for this, man? It's for sale and worth every pound." I just shook my head no and kept walking, but at a faster pace.

I wondered if Jacob would be interested in a threesome with a black guy with a big cock. I imagined a black guy taking turns fucking Jacob and I. I imagined a black senior who majored in acting. Beautiful man, really a man. He'd make us rim him as he took turns fucking him. I thought rimming with a black guy was a special thing because it might be harder to know if his hole was clean. That made it even more sexy to me. Forbidden pleasure. I imagined a large, black bubble bobbing back and forth and me licking his ass cracking and hole. It was a little hairy but smelled delicious. His cock that was throbbing in and out of Jacob's tight ass hole was 9 ½ inches or thereabouts and his balls were big and hairless. I played with them as I licked his ass and tried to fuck his hole with my tongue. I'd put fingers up his ass and massage his prostate.

We took turns fucking. And all fell back on the bed, and brought each other to orgasm.

. . .

I referred to my dog in my exchange with Jacob. He's a labradoodle. As I had described to Jacob, he jumped on my left leg when I opened the door. I peed myself and put his leash on his black leather collar. Even though I had walked him when I got home to change clothes, Max had to go really bad, and he peed and pooped quickly. I guilted myself into picking up his poo in a plastic bag.

Max pulled me back home. I fed him and went upstairs.

I undressed down to one of my pairs of boxer briefs and t-shirt, and slipped into bed. Max jumped up next to me and I fell asleep easily. I thought it would be a power nap but I slept until 10. I was so exhausted when I was through with Jacob that I didn't have a hardon and did not jerk off. Normally an encounter like the one with Jacob would have prompted me to jack off. But I had been too tired.

Then I woke up from a sex dream. And now I had that boner I seemed to have been missing when I got home. I remembered pieces of the dream. Jacob was in it of course, but there was another guy too. He was a boy from my beginner's acting class, a freshman. He was a short, compact guy with dark, middle eastern coloring and short curly jet-black hair. He also had an ass that wouldn't stop. It jutted out and it bounced when he walked. Following or stalking him in the school hallways, I imagined how the flesh of his ass crack would be so smooth moving towards what would have to be an award winning super tight asshole.

In the dream, Jacob and I were deep into our relationship, a settled couple. I woke with my cock morning hard curled up along Jacob's own fleshy ass. I pulled him close to me and Jacob said, quietly, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Who is Sam?"

"What do you mean?"

Jake told me that in the middle of the night I had yelled, "I'm gonna cum Sam. Here it is, Sam. Oh I love fucking your little body. You are my little boy, Sam." I am not sure I have it verbatim but that's the gist of it. So who's Sam?" He wasn't mad or jealous, or at least he didn't sound like he was."

"I don't know. I'm sorry."

"I think I know who it is. That freshman. It's Sam, the little guy with the crazy, beautiful ass."

"That makes sense. I have a little thing for him."

"You do, hunh? You know Sam and I are friends. And you know what would be fun?"

"No."

"A threesome. You and me and Sam. I've never done him but I think it would be a wild ride."

"Is he the only one you haven't done?"

Jacob ignored me. "He and I have talked about sex a lot. He loves a man to pull his buns apart and push his head into his ass and rim him. He said, like forever. You could be rimming his ass and I would be blowing him. I'd take the first shot at fucking him, getting him ready for you."

I pushed my dick into Jacob's ass which was still wet with my cum from the night before. "That excites you doesn't it."

"Fuck yeah," I said, quickening the pace of my fucking him.

"Let's do it. I know he'll be into it. He said he thinks your cute. He has good taste."

There was a transition in my dream and I was walking into my apartment. There they were, Jacob and Sam were lying on the floor on top of each other. Sam's head was on Jacob's ab hard stomach and there was a dildo in Sam's beautiful ass. Sam had his hand on the top of the dildo to keep it inside and when he lightly lifted it up and down Sam moaned.

They did not look up at me when I walked in. I pulled my clothes off and joined them. I pulled the dildo out of Sam's ass and after kissing Jacob on the cheek, I pushed his face away from Sam's ass. His bubble butt was everything I dreamed of when I would walk behind him in the school hallways. It was delicious, having its own taste and aroma mixed in with the odor of Jacob.

Despite how tired I was, I wanted to make this last, and milked my dick, pulling back when it felt like I was close to cumming. I looked over at Max who had a habit of watching me when I jerked off. He had an amused and curious look on his sweet dog face.

When I pushed my cock into Sam's ass, Jacob went behind me and started to lick my ass. He then moved in front of me and pressed his dick into my mouth. It was hard for me to concentrate on giving Jacob the blowjob he deserved for providing me with Sam's ass. Jacob seemed to get frustrated and traded my mouth for my ass. He pounded me especially hard. In the dream, I deserved it.

I was befuddled when I woke from the dream. As I said, it was 10. I was hungry and horny. I made a quick bowl of pasta and put myself to bed. I recalled the dream and jerked myself off.