Clint had never felt so angry. He knew that he had to do the right thing, even if he couldn't handle the truth. But first, he had to make sure that he was quiet as he stepped inside his own house in the afternoon. He opened his front door, and the first thing he could hear was the sound of his own girlfriend moaning like a crazed witch.
Clint clenched his fists. The thirty-seven-year-old man took a deep breath and tried hard not to lose his temper. He made sure that he was absolutely silent as he walked up the stairs. As soon as he reached the second floor, he looked to see the door to his master bedroom partially open. Roxanne's loud moans echoed all across the hallway. Clint could even hear his own bed creaking. He narrowed his eyes. He never felt so betrayed. He crept across the hallway and took a peek inside his bedroom.
He already expected to see her like this. Roxanne had enjoyed herself as she stayed in bed with her younger boyfriend. From the looks of it, the other man must have been one of her own students. The thirty-five-year-old high school teacher had a young African-American man dominating her without remorse.
Clint had seen the student before. Roxanne had always mentioned him as being one of her top favorite twelfth-graders of all time. He viewed it as a harmless friendship, but now he discovered the clandestine effects that came along with it. Eighteen-year-old Lyle appeared young and youthful vibrancy. He had long dreadlocks, and his slim physique could have easily attracted someone like Roxanne.
Clint couldn't believe it. He saw his girlfriend in bed with another man. It was official. He couldn't see her as his true love anymore.
He shouted, "You bitch!"
Both Roxanne and Lyle stopped their naughty antics and quickly realized that they were being watched.
Roxanne's eyes widened. "Clint, what are you doing here?!"
Clint ignored her question. "It's done! We are over! Get out of my house!"
Lyle got out of bed and stood in the corner. He looked terrified at Clint demonstrating his wrath.
Roxanne tried to apologize. She even looked as if she faked her shame. But Clint wanted none of it.
He yelled, "Just get the fuck out!"
Roxanne grabbed her clothes that lay on the floor. "I didn't mean to!"
She just made Clint even angrier. "Just shut up and get out!"
She started to burst into tears.
Clint pushed her out of his bedroom. "Your tears aren't working. You're the one who's being unfaithful. Get out!"
He watched as Roxanne, while still naked, ran down the stairs and out the door. She slammed it shut even as she continued to sob. Clint knew that she felt awful only because she got caught. He shook his head in frustration. He felt like telling everyone living in the city of San Bernardino that his own girlfriend turned out to be an unfaithful bitch.
He returned to his bedroom. He almost forgot about Lyle, who still stood naked in the corner with a look of fear. Clint could have beaten him to a pulp right now. But first, he had to be sure about something.
"You better tell me the truth, Lyle. Did she ever tell you about me?"
Lyle almost stuttered as he replied, "No, she didn't. I never knew that she already had a boyfriend."
Clint sighed. He took a seat on his bed. He took his time calming down. He couldn't stay mad at someone like Lyle. He seemed to be an innocent young man who had just been thrust into a terrible situation, all thanks to the one woman who decided to delve right into infidelity. Clint rubbed his palms together. He was able to calm down, but something still felt strange in his body. It could have been the frustration that overwhelmed when he learned the truth about Roxanne.
He didn't say anything else to Lyle. The young black man still didn't move. He must have been scared to even be in the same room as his teacher's now-former boyfriend.
He asked, "Should I just leave?"
Clint looked at him, fully aware that the younger man was still naked. Strangely enough, his erection still didn't disappear.
Clint slowly tapped his fingers on his thighs. "You have no idea how it feels to be betrayed."
Lyle looked like he didn't know what to do next. "I, uh...I think I have an idea. Like I said, she never told me that she already had a boyfriend. She lied to both of us."
Clint knew that he had a good point. But the strange sensation from within still didn't go away.
Lyle asked, "Is it time for me to go?"
Clint slowly breathed through his nostrils. "No."
Lyle looked even more nervous. "Why not?"
Clint stood up straight. "I need to relieve a little stress."
He stepped closer toward Lyle, who was roughly just a few inches shorter than Clint.
The white man proclaimed, "I need to fuck someone."
Lyle raised his eyebrows. "Uh, are you sure about that?"
Clint ignored that question. He eyed the twelfth-grader from top to bottom. "You seem perfect for the job."
Lyle was now speechless.
Clint needed to release some tension from his body sooner rather than later. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his own cock. Lyle looked down at the older man's dick. His look of fright seemed to wither in the slightest of ways. Clint took off his pants and boxers. He showed off his own erection, its long and solid form previously a favorite instrument for a member of the opposite sex.
This became the right moment for Clint to say, "Get down on your knees."
Lyle didn't hesitate. He got down on his knees. He didn't appear afraid anymore. Now, a look of mild curiosity replaced it.
Clint continued, "Now open your mouth."
Lyle obeyed his command. He opened his mouth wide. Clint immediately grabbed him by the hair and pulled him closer to his own cock. In an instant, Clint's rock-hard dick made its way inside Lyle's open mouth. Lyle didn't even make a protest. He just went along and obeyed Clint's command.
Clint looked down as he thrust his cock deep inside Lyle's mouth, all the while keeping a firm grip on the young man's dreadlocks.
"Oh, that feels good."
Lyle grabbed hold of Clint's thighs as he kept his mouth moist. He managed to drench the cock with his warm saliva, which provided a superb feeling for the cock and the spirit within. Lyle looked up and never set his sight away from Clint's fierce stare. Clint couldn't feel mad at him. His innocuous behavior seemed suitable, especially for this particular occasion.
