About Trey

Chapter 2

About Trey
Chapter 2

"Here are different topics for this month's research response logs. Remember, they must be at least one page, typed, and double spaced.

As Professor Mitchell is talking to us about our monthly assignment, I tune her out completely. Lately my mind hasn't been focused on my classwork. As Professor Mitchell moves on to the next subject, my mind wanders off to the encounter I had with Zeke last semester.

*FLASHBACK*

"So wassup Trey?"

"Huh?"

"Man don't play dumb. I know you feelin a nigga"

"Nah man....it ain't even like that."

"There you go with that. I catch the way you check me out during practice. I notice your dick gets a little hard, just like it is now, when you get around me."

I look down at my sweats, and my dick is indeed semi hard.

"So show me what's good."

"Zeke man...I-"

I was cut off by Zeke pulling my face towards him and tonguing me down....
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As hot as that session was, I still have this strange feeling it's gonna happen again. The nigga has some good ass, I can't even front, but he has a girlfriend who I used to have feelings for. This shit is about to get messy real soon. I could feel it. Eventually, the clock strikes 12:45 pm, and we are dismissed from class. As everyone is leaving the classroom, I'm still gathering my things. For some reason since high school, I'm always the last one to leave class. As I'm getting ready to head out the door, Professor Mitchell calls me.

"Mr. Davis may I speak with you for a moment? This won't take long."

"Yeah, sure. What's going on?"

"That's what I would like to know. What's going on with your recent work?" She asks me

I look down as Professor Mitchell pulls up all of my recent assignments on her computer. All I see are low C's, and an F that truly crushed my spirit.

"Awww man..."

"Awww man is right. I don't know what happened. It seems as though all of your work has been way off course. Is everything alright? Is the work too hard for you?"

I place my hand on my forehead and stare at those horrible grades. I know I could do way better than what I'm doing now.

"Oh no, the work isn't really hard, I just- I just have a lot on my mind right now."

"Well lately, you seem a little distracted. I barely see participation from you during my lectures. Last semester, you were one of my best students."

"I know."

"Look, I need you to get it together quickly. I know you're busy with your fraternity, but you know in order to be part of that, you need to keep your grades up, right?"

"Yes ma'am. Is there any extra work I can do to bring my average up?"

"Just resubmit some of your assignments by next week and you'll be fine."

"Sure thing. I'll get on that soon."

"Mr. Davis, just know that I don't do this for everyone. Don't make me regret my decision." She says to me

"Thanks again Professor! Have a good day!"

"No problem Mr. Davis. Get that work turned in as soon as possible."

I wave at Professor Mitchell and walk out the classroom. As I walk through the hallway, I pull my phone out to see if I have enough time to grab a snack from the cafe before I head to the frat house for yet another meeting. Pretty soon I feel a small tap on my shoulder that makes me jump. I look behind me and see Kenny laughing his ass off.