Page 63 of Summer Lessons

Terry pulled back enough to stroke Mason’s cock and say, “Youlike that!”

“Yesssss….” Oh, Mason wanted more. He did. He wanted to be fucked, reamed, taken—but nobody had wanted to do that for him.

“I’ve never topped before,” Terry said, pushing up on his elbows to pull the crown of Mason’s cock into his mouth. He sucked hard once and then let Mason pop out, wet and dripping precome in the faint chill of the air.

“Nungh….” He couldn’t even make the words.

“And Ireallywant to sit on this,” Terry said, squeezing his cock from the bottom to the bell.

“Nungh….”

“And I brought lube.” Terry reached to the tangle of clothes and pulled a small bottle out of the pocket of his sweats. “See?” He punctuated that with a lick across Mason’s cockhead, digging his tongue into the slit as he went.

“Ohh….” Mason’s whole body was shaking and on fire. He didn’t care. Something—something—had to give.

“So I’m pretty sure I can—nungh!—sit on your cock without hurting you,” Terry panted, and Mason opened his eyes in time to watch him reach back, fingers coated in lube, and start to prep himself.

“Can I watch you do that?” he begged.

Terry smiled wickedly, but he didn’t do what Mason asked. “Do what?” He grunted, humping backward, probably fucking his own fingers, damn him. “Watch me stretch my asshole out?”

“Yeah.”

“Does that turn you on?”

“Yeah!”

“Well, tough,” Terry moaned, his hand moving quickly. “I’m going to get up and sit on your cock and fuck myself on it, and all you can do is thrust up when I tell ya!”

“Oh God,” Mason moaned, loving Terry taking charge, loving his dirty talk, loving that he was at this man’s mercy. “Yes. I’ll fuck you on command, you little shit. Just sit on me, dammit,please!”

Terry laughed and scooted up until he was straddling Mason’s hips. He sat, catching Mason’s cock in the cleft of his bottom, and rocked back and forth, taunting them both.

Mason arched his head back and thrust up, knowing he was being teased and enjoying it. Terry’s entrance, slick and open, caught the ridge under Mason’s bell, and again, and again, until Mason groaned.

“I’m gonna come,” he threatened. “Gonna make you a big mess, and you’re gonna be left high—ahh….”

Terry rose on his knees and positioned Mason’s cock at his entrance, the lube and the stretching giving them purchase. Terry slid down slowly, his face slack with concentration.

Down… down… so tight, warm and satiny—oh, to be inside somebody, it was almost sacred.

Not almost.

It was glory.

Terry came to a trembling halt flush against Mason’s body, and for a moment they regarded each other soberly. Terry’s hair, clean and soft, fell over one eye, and his lips were parted as he breathed in quick pants. Mason ran his palms up Terry’s thighs, his soft-skinned stomach, his tender ribs, and Terry gasped, falling forward and rocking in small, controlled movements.

“You feel sogood,” Terry moaned, rocking faster. Mason cupped his shoulders, his neck. For a moment he held his bright-eyed harlequin face between both hands. Terry started to hump frantically then, losing his rhythm, and Mason seized his hips and took over.

“Stay right there,” he gritted, using his good foot for leverage and his core for strength. With Terry suspended above him, he started to rocket his hips up and back, not low enough to fall out and not high enough to really smack into Terry’s ass.

Terry lowered himself just enough and sobbed, “Mason, harder.”

Oh yeah. Harder.

He pumped his hips with everything he had, and Terry’s cock flopped on his stomach, leaving a wet smack mark with every thrust. Terry was leaning slightly forward, hands on Mason’s ribs as he steadied himself. Mason thought that if his stomach muscles held out, they could do this all day, but he only did so many crunches in the morning, so they’d better wrap it up.

“Terry,” he gasped, not slowing. “Can you jerk off for me? I want to see it, baby. Just stroke it. Come on my stomach, okay?”