“How about we try something new tonight?" Sam broke the kiss to say as they sat, tangled up in a heap with Clay straddling him. A sex documentary was on but the TV was forgotten as they got lost in themselves, making out aggressively and groping each other over their clothes.

“Yup. I'm all set for a new lesson. What did you have in mind?" Clay stared at Sam's swollen lips which was throbbing, pink and wet from kissing.

Sam's eyes glittered. "I thought we could have our roles reversed and you'd fuck me."

Clay widened his eyes, thrilled with the prospect. "Um... sure I could try that if you're sure." He was surprised by the offer. So far they hadn't done any proper fucking but merely brought each other off with hands and mouths. Sam had rimmed his hole a few times and Clay hadn't imagined how it'd be like if he got to do it to Sam. He'd been content, finding the receiving end nerve-wracking but equally satisfying and Sam had never asked him to top until now.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Sam grabbed Clay's hips and pushed up against him, his cock pressed hard against Clay's.

"O-Okay.." Clay breathed.

Sam had him up in his arms, bridal-style, and once they were in the bedroom they undressed quickly with Sam taking charge. Instead of pushing Clay down on his knees, he knelt down on all fours on the bed and reached back, using his finger to show Clay how to open and stretch him. "I haven't done this before," he laughed as Clay's fingers slid in with his. "But I really want you to fuck me. Please." He turned his head to look at Clay over his shoulder, and Clay could sense the need in his demeanor and hear it in the hoarseness of his voice.

When Clay finally plunged inside, he took a deep breath and waited to absorb the feeling. He was terrified — which was surprising considering that he'd fucked Tina countless times over the course of their relationship. But the difference now was that Tina never made him feel nervous, nor was fucking her a thrilling experience but with Sam he was afraid he'd hurt him, terrified of coming too soon or doing it wrong, and the feeling of Sam's hole clenching around his cock was particularly overwhelming.

“Fuck,” he swore through gritted teeth.

Sam rocked back slowly to meet him reassuringly. "Come on, fuck me already. It's fine... doesn't hurt...God, yeah...do it!"

Clay gave in to his pleas before he could chicken out, sliding all the way inside with one long thrust until he was surrounded by that tight heat, balls pressed up against Sam's ass.

"Shit." He looked down at where their bodies were connected, his fingers curling around Sam's hips. He withdrew just a little so he cool drool when he saw the slide of his shaft where Sam's pink rim stretched thin over his swollen cock.

"Move already, dammit!" Sam urged it. "It's all good. I'm fine."

Clay pounded into Sam slowly at first, then got bolder as Sam urged him on. “You're doing great... it's fine.. good job..." So Clay took charge, gripped Sam's hips and slammed into him over and over again.

Everything suddenly seemed blurry in Clay's vision; the musky scent of sex and Sam, the incredible feeling he got as Sam's hole clenched harder around his throbbing cock, the sight of Sam propped on his elbow, ass up in the air, taking it and begging for more as Clay fucked him. Clay wanted to go on forever, but it was more than he could handle...way more.

Unable to hold on anymore, he came forcefully — his vision graying out at the edges as he spilled his semen into condom with a groan and a few jerks of his hips. "Shit! Sam I'm sorry... I couldn't..fuck!" He collapsed, panting heavily over Sam's back, his forehead pressed against hot, damp, flushed skin.

"It's okay. You can suck me instead," Sam offered, his hand working his cock under his body.

Clay pulled out and assisted Sam to roll onto his back. He knew how Sam liked it by now so he sucked and nibbled, focusing on the head while he fondled Sam's balls with his hands.

Sam tangled his fingers in Clay's hair, thrusting into his throat and groaning as he came.

Afterward Clay knotted the condom, tossed it in the bin and plopped down next to Sam, happy. Sam held him close and pulled the duvet up to cover them both. “Congratulations. You just passed your fourth test. l'd say you deserve a B."

"But I wasn't that bad. You should be more lenient when grading." Clay chuckled, enjoying the warmth surrounding them. It felt good to be held like this, wrapped up in each other.

"l am lenient." Sam's hands slid down Clay's waist and his breath ruffled Clay's hair as he spoke. "You'll never graduate at this rate."

"What, with all my B's and C's?" Clay laughed.

They lapsed into silence as Clay noticed the urgent sound of the wind outside. Blustery dusts hit the windowpane, announcing the first unmistakable splatter of raindrops with it.

"Aw, men." Sam cuddled closer. "It's gonna be one big fucking storm."

"You know you can stay over." Clay offered, not wanting to give up the warmth in Sam's arms. Of course, he'd tried sounding casual but his heart raced as he made the offer. Sam had never stayed over after their lessons. He'd gone straight home and never asked to stay. Clay never suggested it too. "You know... cause it's raining and all..."

"Sure, thanks" Sam's arms tightened around Clay. "This feels a whole lot better than getting rained on."

Clay smiled against his chest and drifted off to the steady thud of his heart.