Page 64 of Summer Lessons

Terry nodded, dreamlike, but he sat up a little and took charge of his own body again. He wrapped his fist around his girthy cock and squeezed hard enough to turn the head purple. Then he stroked slowly up.

Watching the slow progress of that stroke while Mason was rabbit-fucking him from the bottom was one of the most excruciatingly awesome moments in Mason’s sex life.

“Don’t slow down,” Terry begged, going back for another stroke.

“Killing me!” Mason breathed, but what a way to go.

Stroke by slow goddamned stroke—and Mason’s stomach muscles burned and his ankle ached, and God, he just wanted to feel that clench around his cock. Terry’s cock was swollen, weeping precome, and it was murder to see it so close and not to taste it.

But Terry kept begging for Mason to keep fucking, and Mason wouldn’t stop unless his heart exploded.

Then Mason shifted his angle just… right…there. Damn! His cock hit the spot,thespot, the magical prostate spot, and Terry’s throaty, gutsy scream reverberated around the first floor of the house. He convulsed, asshole tightening around the base of Mason’s cock as come spurted, hard and hot, across Mason’s stomach, chest, and chin.

Mason closed his eyes at the last minute—you only made that mistake a couple of times before you just gave it up—but the image of Terry’s face, wanton, unguarded, lost in orgasm, seared across his eyelids as he exploded into climax.

Ahh—augh!He could not seem to stop coming, even as Terry collapsed across his chest, limp and mewling for breath.

Finally—finally—Mason stopped rutting inside that slim, fine body, and Terry gave an exhausted whoop and let Mason fall out.

Come leaked out of Terry’s ass and began to trickle down Mason’s balls, and Mason made a mental note to clean the throw pillow under his hips before anyone else sat on the couch. It was the only thought he had for a few.

“Thought I was gonna have jizz spurting out my eyeballs,” Terry panted into the silence.

“That was impressive,” Mason admitted. “You know we’re arc-welded together with spunk, right? When you sit up, all my chest hair’ll rip out.”

Terry laughed helplessly. “Well, I’ll have to stay here awhile.”

“Fine with me—you’re the one who’s going to get cold.”

“Damn.”

They breathed together, their bodies remembering what to do after the cosmic reboot of orgasm, and then Terry nuzzled his ear. “That’s another first,” he whispered.

“Riding a guy like a show pony?” Mason asked, smiling.

Terry shook his head, unexpectedly serious. “Getting to boss someone around,” he said, regarding Mason with his squirrel-bright brown eyes. “You… you let me have power, you know? I didn’t know I could be that guy. It’s great.”

“I enjoyed it too,” Mason said weakly, and Terry pushed up for the kiss.

Mason wrapped his arms around that narrow back and took him in, kissing back, allowing Terry to take the lead while protecting him from the chill.

When they were done, both breathless again, Terry pulled back and grinned. “I’m going to need another shower.”

“Me too. And I need to clean the couch.”

Terry winced. “Yeah—don’t want someone sitting on that cushion. Awkward. How ’bout you limp upstairs, and I’ll clean up this shit here. I’ll join you in the shower and we can watch some more soccer in your room.”

“You make good plans,” Mason said sincerely. “I couldn’t get much past ‘I just had sex and it was awesome.’”

Terry tilted his head back and laughed, and then kissed Mason thoroughly one more time for good measure. “Itwasawesome, right?” he asked, suddenly worried.

Mason nodded with all the enthusiasm in his soul. “Definitely. Why?”

Terry shook his head and looked down, studying Mason’s ear with great intensity.

“What?” Mason prompted, jiggling them both.

“I just… I’ve never done that either. Had sex that got better. Usually I get hot for someone, and we do it, and… then that’s it. And if we try again, it’s awkward and suddenly I want more from it. But you? Every time has been more. Every time we’re together, it’s different. And you look at me….” Terry shook his head and then buried his face against Mason’s neck.