Page 75 of Advanced Chemistry

I opened my phone. Anton had sent a close-up picture of his and Sebastian’s dicks, both hard and touching. Their cocks were so powerful that they sent my car rolling onto the curb.

I slammed on the brakes, coming within a few inches of mowing over the flagpole and a commemorative bench. Principal Aguilar peered into my passenger window.

“Mr. Mathison, are you all right?”

“Yep! I think I need to get my tires rotated.” I sped off before he could ask anymore questions or glimpse the boner tenting my pants.

Twelve minutes later, I was buzzing Anton and Sebastian’s apartment. Thirty seconds after that, they came to the door, Anton picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me upstairs.

“Hi, sweetheart. How was your day?” he asked in a faux Sitcom Dad voice and gave my ass a hard slap.

I took it as a rhetorical question.

Once inside the apartment, he pushed me against the wall and smashed his lips into mine in a surge of heat.

“We missed you,” he said. I couldn’t tell if this was a line to increase arousal or if it was genuine. Perhaps a bit of both.

“How did your big meeting go?” I asked.

“No talk about work,” he said firmly. “We want to have hot, dirty sex with you.”

He pushed me into Sebastian’s waiting arms.

“Hiya, Teach.” Sebastian wrapped his muscley bear arms around me and kissed down my neck. He held me in place as Anton unbuttoned my shirt.

“You feel so good, Teach.” Sebastian’s tongue found my ear, while his fingers tweaked my nipples, unlocking a treasure trove of lust I’d locked away for the school day. Even after all the sex we’d been having, their hands and mouths still felt like fire on my skin.

Anton rubbed his crotch against me, like we were barely more than animals in heat. He unbuckled my belt. Cold air hit my naked body as my pants dropped.

“Fuck, you’re hard,” Anton said.

“I have two jocks kissing and rubbing against me. It’s simple friction,” I said in between moans.

Anton cracked a smile that had the smallest bit of danger hidden in his lips. He and Sebastian had big plans for my little body, but I trusted them. They would never hurt me. They would only make me feel good.

I pulled Anton’s dress shirt from his khakis. It was weird seeing him and Sebastian dressed up. Anton yanked open his shirt, buttons going everywhere.

“That was a nice shirt,” I said.

“Fuck it.” Anton tossed it to the floor. Our chests pressed together as he hugged his arms around Sebastian and me, pulling us tight, smooshing me between two virile, hungry men.

I reached between Sebastian and me and felt his erection through his pants.

“You want that dick?” he purred in my ear. “You have to raise your hand.”

I raised my hand, unsure if we were segueing into role playing.

“I was joking.” Sebastian’s breath danced on my neck as he laughed.

Anton unzipped and dropped his pants. Fortunately, he didn’t rip them off. Good quality, well-fitted pants were hard to come by.

“Seb, take your fucking clothes off,” he commanded.

While Sebastian undressed, Anton and I stroked each other. His pupils were pitch black and wide open. He was a tornado of lust, and I was the poor Kansas cornfield in his path. Yet underneath the heat was a layer of care, silently making sure I was okay. He always found moments to be tender, making my heart sing. I planted sweet kisses along his jaw.

“You’re magnificent, Anton.” I tried to convey with every syllable how deeply I felt this simple statement.

A flash of fear hit him before he launched his tongue into my mouth.

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