Page 29 of Summer Lessons

Mason smiled, even though Jefferson’s eyes were closed and he couldn’t see it. He kept rubbing, calves, shins, and then upper thighs.

Jefferson blinked at him, startled and, judging by the way he arched his back, extremely turned on.

“That’s… uhm—” Mason kissed the inside of his knee. “Oh! Wow, so you wanna—” Mason dragged his tongue up to the hem of his boxers. “Yeah, damn, you might wanna—” And coyly poked his tongue in the leg hole. “Take those off!” Jefferson hissed, arching his back.

“You’re bossy,” Mason murmured against the crease of his thigh. The swell of flesh under Jefferson’s boxers was taking definite, pleasing shape against the fabric, and Mason nuzzled it before sucking at the little dark spot of pre.

“You’reslow!” Jefferson gasped, and then Mason engulfed his cockhead through the cloth, and he braced his feet against the mattress and arched into Mason’s mouth. Mason chuckled with his mouth full, and Jefferson moved his hands up and down so much, Mason grabbed them and moved up so he could pin them meaningfully to the bed.

“Jefferson,” he said softly into a bare ear. “Terry.”

“What?”Terry’sbody had relaxed under his, and Mason tried to radiate warmth and protectiveness, since he’d never mastered raw animal sex appeal.

“We have time.” Gently, he licked the shell of Terry’s ear, then caught the lobe between his teeth and nipped. “Your turn to receive.”

He kissed down Terry’s jaw and stopped to nibble, enjoying Terry’s moan very much. When Terry started to fidget, he moved on to a pebbling pink nipple. He explored the flat of it with his tongue and then nibbled daintily with his teeth and then, as Terry started to thrash around, he pulled it hard into his mouth.

Terry jerked, knotting his hands in Mason’s hair, hissing. “I’m going to come from that alone!”

Mason gave another suck and let it pop out of his mouth. “That canhappen?Really? Let me try the other one!”

He pushed over a little and started to play, enjoying the salt of Terry’s skin and the peculiar pink taste of that specialized bit of it while Terry tried to protest over his head.

“But… no—if I come now, we’ll miss the—oh God, Mason, aren’t you gonna touch my… oh… oh…cock!”

Mason felt that fine, compact body tremble beneath him, and he shoved his hand under the waistband of Terry’s shorts and squeezed. The hot, silky spill over his fist rewarded him, and he grinned, moving down to strip off Terry’s boxers while he was still quivering. Tenderly he wiped the come off Terry’s cock and then off his own hand, placing a little kiss on the head when he was done.

“Good?” he asked, pleased.

“Yeah, but you never—”

Mason engulfed his cock in one big, sweeping swallow and cleaned it off in a long pull back, shuddering in ecstasy when Terry began to knead rough fingers in his hair.

He repeated the motion slowly, with pressure on the shaft and teasing on the head, and Terry let out a long, breaking groan from the pit of his balls and then, blessing of blessings, surrendered again.

His legs flopped open, splaying indecently, and his rough kneading turned gentle, accepting. The taut, quivering muscles in his stomach stopped shaking, and his cock began to harden again.

Mason wrapped his fingers around it, impressed by the girth, and then pulled back and teased the bell delicately with his tongue. Terry let out breath and murmured, “Oh, God, Mason—what you’re doing to me….”

Yes. “What would youlikeme to do to you?” Mason rested his weight on his elbow and turned excited eyes up to meet Terry’s. “Anything… uhm….” He wet his finger in his mouth and then slid it slowly, firmly, down between Terry’s brown-furred testicles, behind them, into his crease.

Terry lifted his legs and spread his thighs, using his hands to spread his cheeks apart, as wanton and as needy as anything Mason had seen, including in porn.

“That,” he demanded. “Can we dothat?”

Mason laughed softly and took advantage of his position by licking across one buttcheek straight to the dead center of the target.

“Maaaasoooon….”

He just kept licking.

Terry lost his mind, writhing, moaning, begging, but Mason wanted him that way. Wanted to show him what time and a bed could do.

Wanted him to see what a date could be.

“I’m gonna,” Terry panted. “I’m gonna… again… please, Mace—please!”

His voice, throaty and broken, hit Mason in the groin, and he bucked against the comforter.Oh God!He hadn’t realized he was that close.