Page 4 of Summer Lessons
“You are telling me.”
Seventeen years ago
TODD SLEZCYKwas so damned hot.
Tall, but not taller than Mason, and rangy, with dark blond hair and eyes the color of a butane flame, he dressed casually in loose 501s and tight athletic T-shirts and often let his beard grow to an adorable stubble. He was a member of all of the civic organizations, including the newly formed GSA and the Tree Huggers’ Club and Young Liberals Are Us.
Mason followed him willingly into all of those organizations, because Todd’s reputation for putting out after a really stirring political meeting was legendary. Mason’s friend Corbin actually told Mason that Todd’s dick got bigger during the announcement of the winner of the presidential election, right up until he found out it was Bush, when he came prematurely and shriveled like a raisin.
Since Corbin started dating a guy from Stanford then—someone who didn’t get all limp and sad when Bush was on TV—Mason took that as license to move in. He’d play old Clinton footage if he had to, but he was going to suck Todd Slezcyk’s penis if he had to fail poli-sci to get his attention!
His move came in late spring, when he and Todd emerged from a meeting defending the need for the GSA to the dean of students. The dean had seemed like a nice enough guy—middle-aged and conservative, but once he met Todd and Mason and realized they were human and not the gay stereotype from every bad disco movieever,he told them he’d accept their petition to be an official club during Rush Week for the fall semester.
Todd wasstoked, jabbering all the way across the quad to the dorms, his body throwing off heat as he capered to the time of his driven political drums.
Mason nodded excitedly, throwing in his two cents when Todd would let him, but inside, his groin was buzzing and his cock was at half-mast and even hisnipplestingled with excitement.
Oh glory be and hallelujah, Mason Hayes was getting laid!
He’d been waiting through two years of college for this!
“So,” Todd said, bouncing on his toes like he yearned for a soapbox, “did you see how that worked? The political process at its best—we followed the protocol and whoop! There you go, social change!”
“Yeah, Todd, you were awesome!”
“I mean, it was incredible, right? And with that one act, we can give a place for gay and bi and questioning students to feel safe, and for their friends to ask questions and not be afraid of censure—wedidthat, Mason! Wasn’t that a rush?”
It had bored him senseless. “Such a rush!” he agreed, wondering how often he was going to have to go to meetings like that in the course of his life. When he grew up and got a real job, he wasdefinitelygoing to find ways to ditch out on meetings where one person talked and everyone else in the room tried not to nod off, because that was theworst.
But right now he’d just like Todd to stop bouncing on his toes because he was pretty sure that, like Mason, Todd was sporting a semi.
“So are you ready for next week?” Todd asked, his blue eyes sparkling in the light from one of the streetlamps.
“We have to wait until next week?”
“Well,yeah. That’s when we elect officers for next year’s student council—Mason, you’ve been helping me campaign all semester!”
This was true. Mason was actually a top-of-the-line banner painter—he could come up with a campaign slogan at the drop of a hat. He was, in fact, thinking of making a banner for hisbedthat read “Mason Hayes! Get him laid!” because nothing else seemed to be working.
“Oh,” Mason said now in a small voice. “I remember. In fact, you know, maybe you wanted to come up to my room and talk about the campaign?” He gave a flirty smile—or what he thought of as a flirty smile—and maneuvered so Todd was back against the wall of Mason’s dorm. They were kissing distance—kissing distance—away.
Todd looked away and blushed. “Mason, that’s really sweet, but, you know… I get really….” He bobbed his head and thrust his hips playfully. “Excited, you know?”
Oh yes! This wasexactlywhat Mason had been hoping for! “Well,yeah,” Mason said, nodding, leaning, nodding. “That’s… you know… maybe we can go up to my room and… get excitedtogether?”Please, Todd—please, let’s get excited together. Let’s touch each other’s penises together, oh my God, let’s lose my virginity together!
The look on Todd’s face was kind and tender.
And most definitely not yes.
“Oh, Mason—I’m sorry, man. But I’m bi-questioning, remember? I’ve experimented with men, and I have a woman waiting in my room to further the experiment.” He smiled like Mason should be happy for him. “This could really further my career as an activist, you know?”
Mason gaped at him, trying to put this all together. “But….” He reached down and cupped Todd gently, massaging, feeling Todd respond to his touch. “But… but you wantme, right?”
Todd’s eyes rolled back in his head and he thrust forward, clutching Mason’s shoulders. “Wellyeah, Mason, but I’ve got someone back at my dorms, man, and….”
Mason kissed him. He’d become the make-out king in the past two years, but somehow he just never seemed to get past second base. That didn’t mean he didn’t know how to kiss, though, and he pillaged Todd’s mouth with every bit of expertise he had.
Todd moaned and bucked against his hand, bringing his arms up and wrapping them around Mason’s neck. Oh, oh yes. His taste, oh! And the feel of their chests together, yes! And his cock in Mason’s hand… oh God… please….