The most thrilling night of my life, Part VI

As spring approached just at my ten month ongoing affair with Mr Evanston and in my final semester of high school, an unexpected surprise happened which changed my life forever. I came home from school one Friday late in March. When I walked in the door, my mom informed me that had I received a letter from Rice University.

I didn’t think it was any big deal at first for I had applied to a number of both private and public universities earlier that year with the help of Mr Evanston to see if I could get accepted along with a full or partial academic scholarship. And while I got acceptance letters from quite a few schools, unfortunately they didn’t come with scholarships. Even though I came from an upper middle-class family, nevertheless I still needed at least a partial scholarship if I was going to go away to school given the astronomical tuition and living costs. Otherwise I planned on attending a local public college in the Chicago area and remain at home.

Rice was both a private and well known prestigious university down in Houston. I never thought in a million years I would get an acceptance letter from the school let alone a scholarship of any kind. But Mr Evanston told me to apply there anyway. He even helped me fill out the application along with a request for a full scholarship like he did for a number of other schools that I applied for. The irony of it all was that we were lying naked in bed together on a Sunday afternoon while we filled out the school’s application after we had just engaged in a wonderful sixty-nine session that snowy day.

When I opened the letter, I was expecting to get a standard reply thanking me for applying and that they would keep my application on file for future reference (especially the part about a scholarship) like I got from the other schools. Basically, I thought I was going to get another ambiguous reply when translated meant, “No way, Jose as far as scholarship was concerned.”

But not only did I get accepted at Rice, it came with a full four year scholarship including living expenses and even my books. I couldn’t believe it! I was so excited my hand started shaking uncontrollably as I held the letter in my hand and showed it to my mom just to make sure I wasn’t imagining things. After she read it, she nearly fainted for she was beyond excited. She was ecstatic! My mom quickly grabbed the phone, called my dad at his office and yelled out with tears streaming down her eyes while she jumped up & down, “Honey, we did it! We did it! We did it! We did it! We did it! We did it!”

I knew my dad was trying to figure out exactly what the hell she was talking about by such an outward display of sheer hysteria. Finally, she got her words out as her voice cracked and she tried to catch her breath, “Honey, Collin got accepted to Rice University in Texas with a full four year academic scholarship including room, board and even books. Can you believe that?”

While I couldn’t hear my dad’s reaction cause my mom had the phone pressed in her ear, I knew he was probably more excited than she was. Of course he wanted to speak to me right away. When my mom finally handed the phone over, my dad immediately congratulated me. I knew by now tears were streaming down his eyes as well. After we chatted for a minute or so about what a distinguished and fine school Rice was, he told me to gather the troops (meaning my mom, brother, sisters, my aunt and her family, my uncle and his family and of course my grandparents) cause we were all going out to dinner for a celebration. When I asked if I could invite Mr Evanston ecause he was the one who both insisted & helped me fill out the application to begin with, my dad enthusiastically replied, “Oh hell yes, especially him--call and invite him so your mom & I can be sure thank him--and then make reversions for about twenty of us at eight o’clock down at Tom’s (Tom’s was a well know steak house)”.

After we hung up, I informed my mom that I needed to call the troops because dad was taking us all out to dinner. But first I called Mr Evanston and told him I had something I needed to show him right away. Of course he told me to hurry over if it was that important. By now my mom was so ecstatic that she just couldn’t wait to start dialing up at least ten thousand of our other relatives around the country and tell them the good news. She informed me that she round up everyone that night for dinner cause she wanted to speak to them first anyway. In the meantime I asked if I could borrow her car because I wanted to drive over to Mr Evanston’s so I could show him the letter and invite him to dinner.

Of course she handed me her car keys and told me to go while she picked up the phone and jiggled my grandparents. I grabbed the letter and jumped in her car. But just before I drove off, my mom came running out the door with the phone in her ear and said, “Here Sweetheart! Your grandpa and grandma want to congratulate you”.

After I talked to them for a few minutes, I handed her the phone back. But before she strolled back in the house, she said, “Oh sweetie, be sure you’re home no later than six-thirty. I want you dressed in your suit tonight cause you’re the guest of honor. I’ll starch one of your white shirts and pick out one of your dad’s ties for you.”

While I really didn’t want to wear a suit, I wasn’t about to argue with her. Whenever my mom told me to jump, I just asked how high cause no ever won an argument in her presence--especially me, my brother or my dad. So I quickly replied that I would be home at six-thirty so I could get dressed up as I backed her car out of the driveway.

On the drive over to Mr Evanston’s, it suddenly hit me that there was a downside to all of this for he and I would have to soon separate. But then I figured we would still be able to get together on holidays, spring and summer break so somehow everything would workout in the end. And I also knew that Mr Evanston would be very disappointed in me if I turned down such a once in a lifetime opportunity.

After I knocked on Mr Evanston door and he opened it, I walked in, closed the door and gave him a deep and very long wet kiss. Then I handed him the letter.

Immediately he asked, “What’s this?”

I just smiled and replied, “Well, read it”.

As he carefully unfolded the letter and read it line by line, his eyes got wider and wider. His face lost all expression and he looked at me in a brisk, but composed manner. Finally he took a deep breath said in a firm but comforting tone, “Collin, you know you’ve got to take this offer--no buts about it now”.

I quickly replied with a smile on my face, “I know I do, I know I do”.

He looked over the letter again as if to make sure it was genuine and that he read it correctly. Then he quietly exclaimed, “Jesus Collin--this is better than we could have ever hoped for. I’m so happy for you.”

I replied, “Well, I owe it all to you”.

He quickly fired back almost as he if didn’t want to steal the moment from me and remarked,“ I didn’t do a thing for you, Collin. Believe me, you did this all by yourself. It was your grades, your SAT score and your involvement in student council that got you both accepted to Rice as well as the scholarship, not me. When Mr Pierce (the school superintendent) found out that you were actually the one who put the presentation together in Springfield for me, he called his good friends down at Rice and plugged you for a full scholarship after I told him at the administers luncheon last month at the Holiday Inn that you had just applied at his alma mater.”

At that point it really didn’t matter how I got in. I just wanted to celebrate the moment and I wanted Mr Evanston to be there with me while I did. I considered my achievement to be a team effort by the two of us. Then I told him about the dinner we were all going to and my dad wanted him there if he could make it so he and my mom could thank him. Even though Mr Evanston had plans to go to a baseball game with some of his former college buddies down at Wrigley Field , he quickly called them and explained he would have to take a pass for something important came up at the last minute.

After he hung up , he came over to me, put his arms around my waist and gave me a deep wet kiss. This time he held me tighter in his arms than ever. When our lips parted, he quickly looked down at me and asked with a huge smile on his face, “Do we have time to fool around, Mr College Bound Student?”.

I looked up at him with a smile on my face and replied, “I was kind of hoping that you would ask.”

We quickly walked into his room and took off all our clothes. No sooner did he lay on top of me and gave me a deep wet kiss when he remarked, “You’re not even anywhere near being gone yet and I already miss the heck out of you, you know that?”

I smiled, gave him another deep wet kiss and then rolled us over until I was on top. I reached over to the night-stand and grabbed the usual lubricant that we now liked to fuck with, Peach Ecstasy. I poured some all over his left hand and then went back to kissing him. While we made-out he dipped his right handed fingers into the palm of his left that he had now wrapped around my back and scooped up a gob of the love potion so he could finger my hole with the stuff.

One he had prepped my ass like he normally did, he rolled us back over until I was lying flat on my back. As he lifted my legs over his shoulders, I grabbed his cock, stroked some Peach Ecstasy all over it and guided his dick into my hole. By now we were pros at fucking. Carefully, he nudged his cock inside me and as usual, the feeling was marvelous! I let out a deep moan cause it felt so damn good each and every time he worked his erection into me. Just before he pumped me, he remarked with another smile on his face, “Gezzz Collin, I have a feeling you’re going to really miss this thing of mine.”

I just smiled and replied cause he felt so good, “I know I am going to miss that thing of yours, Steve--just like I am going to miss the rest of you--you know how good you always make me feel whenever we do this together.”

After we fucked, we took a quick shower together. As I was leaving so I could get home like I promised my mom, I told him to meet us at Tom’s Steak House at eight o’clock.

Without a doubt everyone had a great time that night. My parents were by far more excited about the whole thing than I was. My dad was in such a good mood that he got us a private room with our own personal bartender and ordered porterhouse steaks for everyone despite the cost. When Mr Evanston showed up, my parents couldn’t thank him enough. But of course he was quite humble like he always was and told them (like he told me) that all the credit belonged to me for my accomplishment.

Then of course I took Mr Evanston around the room and introduced him to every member of my family including even my little cousins. And what made it so special was that I could still feel the rewarding sting in my ass from our hot fuck session earlier that day. At one point Mr Evanston called me aside and whispered in my ear to let me know just how “damn” handsome he thought I looked all dressed up in my suit. He pleasantly added, “Hell, if your family wasn’t here, I think I would jump your bones right now, Collin.”

I almost kissed him without realizing it, but pulled back just at the last minute when Mr Evanston made me aware of what I was about to do.

When I sat down between my parents that night, a weird kind of feeling came over me. It was the first time I could sense that my mom somehow knew Mr Evanston and I were more than just friends. I don’t know what lead me to believe it, but somehow I just kind of sensed it by the way she looked at me, looked at him and then looked back at me for just a brief moment. I would later find out that my gut feeling proved right.

For the next two months up until the time I graduated, I studied hard and didn’t go out much (except over to Mr Evanston’s). But I was rewarded for my sacrifice for I ended up making all A’s on my final report card. My parents were so proud of me that my dad even sneaked an extra two hundred dollars into my hand at dinner the night I graduated with honors and third in my class.

And during our final meeting in the cafeteria together, Mr Evanston and I suddenly decided to add a little spice to our lives. Right after I revised the final student council minutes for the year, we took off our clothes and I let him fuck me while I bent over one of the lunch tables. Our little sex escapade was phenomenal! I told Mr Evanston while he slide is cock in and out of me that I kind of wished the entire student body and faculty could have been there to watch us. He laughed and replied, “Only you, Collin would think of something like that. I think that’s why I love you so much”.

Up until the time I headed off to Houston that summer, Mr Evanston (who I was now calling Steve even in front of my parents) and I got together at least twice a week if not more. By now I was hardly hiding the fact that I was going over to his place in front of my mom. I would just tell her that I needed to see him about this regarding college or that regarding college-- or he invited a group of his former students to go swimming over at his place, or we were binding all the year’s student council minutes together in a book. In essence I was using any excuse I could find.