43 Life is a Continuous Learning Process

Paxton stroked his cheek tenderly, then began to move his hips. The mechanic didn't know if it was a repositioning, proper hydration, or an increased frequency of intercourse between them, but his ass felt much more comfortable and felt no pain anymore, just a strange feeling of thrusting that was nevertheless wonderfully pleasant.

"Ah ...!" Martin groaned in pleasure. Steve was really gentle and you could even say affectionate. Martin cupped his lover's head with both hands and brought her closer to him. He opened his mouth, gasping invitingly, almost begging for a kiss.

Steve didn't take long to respond. After a while, their wet tongues intertwined lazily, but madly sensually.

It was their first time where there was no rush, stealth and nervousness. The first time when both of them, equally eager and equally horny, could give each other pleasure in a closed private interior. This awareness and Steve's thrusts arched Martin into an arc.

This lazy, affectionate sex was no worse than their crazy raids before.

"Cum in me," asked Martin. "I want you to fill me up completely."

And this dominant, forceful man once again heeded his lover's plea, and as he felt the climax approaching, he did not even try to pull out of it. He didn't do it until Martin was full of his cum to the brim.

Martin lay breathing hard, flushed with exertion and excitement. His little eye twitched, causing the sticky white liquid to slowly trickle onto the sheets. For Steve, it was a wonderfully erotic sight. As soon as he satisfied his eyesight, he dove his face between Martin's legs and took him deep into his mouth. It only took Martin a moment to flood his mouth like he had flooded his ass before.

Steve tossed his head back, swallowing everything without leaving a drop. Martin felt another shiver at the sight.

"I love your body," Paxton announced.

"Then let's do it again," Martin asked.

Are you sure you can do it? You look tired."

"Steve, I want you to melt my body."

Paxton looked at him for a moment, then swallowed hard and announced:

"How could I resist you?"

He couldn't, it was just impossible, so expecting a marathon of length on their first night, Steve kicked off his clothes and, naked, dove between Martin's legs, planning to undress him as well. Martin met him, and when their hands accidentally touched when their eyes met, the world outside this apartment ceased to exist for them.

Kevin Moore had two official offices - one at the college where he lectured, the other at the police headquarters where he served as a consultant, but he preferred to work in his third office in his home. It was always loud at the university and someone always came with a problem. It was no better, if not worse, at the police headquarters, where, in addition, people were bothering him with the smallest matters, as if his presence made them stop thinking themselves. The matters that really needed his consultation were few, so he found it idiotic to have his own office, but the police did not think it idiotic to have a consultant of his own. The office was usually empty. At home, Kevin had almost always peace and quiet that allowed him to focus on whether it was college, police, or his own research. Here he could focus on checking student papers, analyzing case files, and even writing his second book on criminal psychology. Kevin Moore just loved working from home.

Some people were unable to organize their work at home and required special conditions to be productive. Moore was not one of those people. In his office, there were shelves with well-marked binders in which there were organized papers - whether they were student papers or notes on crime did not matter. Kevin knew exactly where what was. Not only that, for the sake of convenience, he even used different colors of binders - the police had shades of blue and the university - pink. His own work was yellow.

Looking at the bookcase, blue was the least. Not because he had the least work to do as a consultant, but because he did not collect files. He only kept those he needed for his own research and transferred them to the yellow collection. The yellow set was quite substantial.

Kevin Moore looked up from another piece of paper and blinked in surprise. He did not live alone, but at this time of the day he did not expect anyone else to be home. Kevin saw a familiar figure leaning against the threshold in his office doorway. But it was so hazy that he couldn't be sure. Either his roommate came back earlier or a stranger came into the house. Moore lifted his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes. He looked at the door again. The silhouette waved at him and stepped inside.

"How's it going, professor?" Jack Lambert's familiar, cheerful voice greeted him. Moore breathed a sigh of relief - this is one of his own. "Don't overstrain your pretty eyes."

Kevin Moore, the thirty-three-year-old professor of criminal psychology, looked nervously around the room. He still hadn't overcome his panic reflex as Jack got very unofficial.

"Relax, there's no one else here," Lambert reminded him and sat on the edge of his desk. "Do you have a lot of this left?" he pointed to the pile of documents.

"Yes. What?"

"Nothing. I just thought that maybe ... Anyway, I won't disturb you. "

Jack was considered a playboy by many, but in fact he was a very sensitive man and wouldn't bother Kevin in the middle of his work if he really didn't need it. Moore knew him well enough to know it. So he stopped Jack when he wanted to get up and walk away.

"You're right, my eyes need a pause," he said, closing it and putting down the report he was just reading.

"Seriously?!" Jack rejoiced.

"Seriously. What do you want to do? "

"You know ..." Jack sitting on the desk leaned over and stroked the professor's cheek.

"You're impossible," muttered reddened Kevin. "There is still broad daylight ..."

"You look your best in natural light."

Moore smiled. If anyone else had said similar words to him, he would have been furious, but Jack Lambert was a special man. To Kevin, he was exceptionally special.

"Oh, Jack!"

He couldn't blame the driver for the indecent audacity with which he offered him daylight sex. After all, he was the one who made Jack to be Jack, but Kevin wasn't that imprudent person.

"Something's wrong, right?" he asked Lambert.

"Yes, it is," he admitted bluntly. "That's why I need to recharge my batteries, and you are my best charger."

"Hmmm ..."

"At least let me kiss you!" Jack asked.

Kevin hesitated for a moment. If they started kissing, there was a very good chance that they would not stop on kissing. Moore still had a lot of urgent work, but ...

Kevin nodded.

Jack was just waiting for it, and with the smile of the child who had just been allowed to open the Christmas present, he pierced the young professor's mouth.

Moore was not a clairvoyant, feeling that he would not end with a kiss. He just knew Jack. And himself. He hugged Lambert by the neck.

Several things fell off the desk. Papers fluttered onto the carpet. Kevin knew he would have a headache of tidying them up, but that would be his job later. Now he had to deal with Jake. And himself.

The driver was already on the other side of the desk and, almost without taking his mouth from Kevin's, picked him up with predatory hunger and set him down on the desk. Breathing heavily with excitement, he quickly slipped his hands under Moore's shirt, stroking his hard chest and soft skin.

Jack simply adored this man's body, not as fit as his own, he was dealing with a scientist, not an athlete, after all, but Kevin was naturally beautiful, so even a little neglect was not a problem for him. The starved Lambert ran kisses down the man's torso and his dark pink nipples.

Moore played with his blond hair in response, twisting his fingers through it. When Jack started fondling him, he usually didn't stop until Kevin writhed underneath him and screamed with delight.

For Kevin, being with a man was still something new. It is true that Jack had won his heart and body a few months ago, but it was not easy for an educated man from a good family to accept such a change in life as love for another man. But he couldn't help but love the man who was absolutely relentless and didn't know the word "failure".

Lambert finally got to the zip of Moore's pants. He wanted to get them all off of him, but Kevin objected.

"For God's sake, my students' papers!"

"Right, right ..." Jack admitted frantically. "It's so hard for me to hold back ..." he added quietly. "Bedroom?"

Kevin pushed him off with his foot and the slipper fell off.

"Later," he ordered. "Now get your mouth to work."

Jack chuckled.

"Professor, since when are you so imprudent?"

Moore nudged him again with his unshaven foot.

"Didn't you know that life is a continuous learning process? You don't appreciate yourself as a teacher. "

"Such a student is proud of any teacher!" Jack announced with a twinkle in his eyes as he reached for Kevin's crotch, where his manhood clearly swelled under the fabric of his black briefs. The mere thought that there was sweet, aromatic, and tasty wonder beneath the fabric made Lambert shudder. He couldn't wait to fill his mouth with it ...