Page 16 of Summer Lessons
Jefferson kept up an insane patter of trash-talk-slash-encouragement the whole time.
“Yeah, see that? You toe-poked it. You see where it went? Southern Angola, that’s where it went. Now watch me run for it, ’cause you like that, you crazy bastard, yes you do. Okay, see what I did? Ipassedit. Did you see where it went? It wentstraight to you. Notice that? Notice that it went straight to you? Wasn’t that nice of me? Now can you frickin’passit this time? Oh, that’s nice—you stuck to the continental United States that time, now can youuse the side of your frickin’ footfor sweet Christ’s sake!” And so on.
Mason didn’t participate in any of the patter—he was too busy running for the ball and listening, bemused, as Jefferson bossed him around as no man had bossed him around before, in or out of bed.
Finally Jefferson got irritated and booted the ball the hell off the field. Mason gave him a weak wave and went trotting after it, dribbling it back slowly and with great concentration, sticking his tongue out of the side of his mouth like a little kid.
He got up to where Jefferson was ready and very carefully popped the ball over, using the inside of his foot, breathing a sigh of relief.
“Woo-hoo!” Jefferson bounced straight up, pumping both fists, and then he ran full barrel to Mason, arms out, so Mason had no choice but to catch him in a massive sports-guy hug.
Mason managed to lift him up and whirl him around. The feeling of his tight, muscular body so solid against Mason’s thighs did the same thing Jefferson’s laugh did.
Mason whirled to a stop and set Jefferson down, feeling giddy and a little dorky and embarrassingly aroused.
“Water break!” Jefferson crowed. Then he grabbed Mason’s hand and hauled him up the hill to the small concrete bathroom with the drinking fountain.
Hegrabbed Mason’s hand.
That was pretty much Mason’s only warning.
He found himself dragged into a freezing bathroom made of cinder blocks with a concrete floor. It must have been cleaned the night before, because it didn’t smell bad, but it was damp and wet and colder than the frosty soccer field, which at least sat in the sun.
As Mason looked around, surprised to find himself in such a place, Jefferson put two icy hands on his cheeks and the world stopped.
Mason looked immediately into an intense set of brown eyes with crinkles in the corners, while he responded to a laughing, mischievous smile.
Oh. Oh yes. It wasn’t imagination and he wasn’t being an awkward perv—this guy liked him, and he liked the time they spent together, and—
And his mouth was hot, wet, and heavenly as he pulled Mason down into a heart-stopping, ravishing kiss.
Mason had been waiting his entire life to be kissed like this. He wrapped his arms around Jefferson’s shoulders and pulled him closer, creating a warm cocoon in the shiver of the bathroom. Jefferson’s tongue grew more aggressive, as did his hands, sliding under Mason’s sweatshirt and T-shirt, shaping the muscles in his stomach, the density of his chest, and—
“Oh! Damn!”
The almost painfully engorged points of his nipples.
Jefferson laughed as Mason gasped, and pinched them again. Mason bucked up against him, mostly hard and filling fast, and Jefferson shoved a knowing hand down his sweats and grasped his cock without shame or apology.
“Oh my God.” Because…hand on his penis. It was all he’d wanted since he’d first seen the puberty video, and suddenly this nice man was doing the thing he’d always craved.
“Nungh….” And doing it well.
Jefferson squeezed and stroked and took Mason’s mouth again while Mason’s central processor completely shorted out. He didn’t think about the cold, or the fact that he didn’t know this man well, or that they were in a semipublic place. All that got through wasHand. On my penis!
And then Jefferson wrenched away from him and sank to a squat, pulling Mason’s sweats and Under Armour with him.
Mason’s vision went a little gray around the edges as Jefferson squatted there and grinned up. His hand kept up that stroke with the twist at the end and the thumb digging into his pee slit, and the other hand danced around Mason’s balls.
“Admit it,” Jefferson said wickedly. “You expected this.”
“Wanted,” Mason admitted, naked and unable to play coy. “Didn’t exp—eep!”
He wasn’t proud. Jefferson’s mouth, hot and treacherous, engulfed him, swallowed him to theroot, and then sucked back, keeping a delirious pressure on the crown. Mason had watched videos andpracticedblow jobs like this, but nobody he’d been with had ever been as grateful as Mason was now.
“Oh God,” he moaned, wishing he was comfortable enough to even lean back against the wall. They were in apublic bathroom—and that thought, of his cock out in the air, of Jefferson squatting before him and servicing him for no reason at all, made his ass clench, his taint tingle, and his balls swell.
Jefferson pulled back and fisted his cock some more, stroking hard and fast and relentless. For a moment Mason could hear nothing above his own heartbeat and rasping breaths, and then the cold air hit his wet cockhead as Jefferson pulled back and said, “Spread your legs. I want to play with your hole.”
