Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2008 10:29:33 +0000 (GMT)
From: andy carmichael <andycarmichael1966@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Wesley (gay male)

Wesley

by

Andy Carmichael (andycarmichael1966@yahoo.co.uk)

This is a work of gay erotic fiction. Enjoy!

Wesley

The final boy I sent off that afternoon was an African American named
Wesley. Like the others he was sixteen but slight and not that tall for his
age. He was quiet and polite with deep, dark eyes and thick lips. His
features were rounded and he had an easy smile, and he was unusually
articulate. The others I had seen that afternoon had difficulty making any
conversation at all.

I got him to remove his clothes down to his briefs, and I noticed he folded
them and placed them carefully on the chair, again unlike the others. His
body was lean and muscular, like a runner's and his skin was dusky and
smooth. I moved behind him and ran my hands down the back of his neck and
across his shoulders, then asked him to stretch his arms out. The muscles
of his arms were firm and well defined and his hands were slim, with long
fingers. As he put his arms down I moved my hands down his sides, then down
the two ridges of his back. I pulled the waistband of his briefs out and
slid my hands in to feel his backside. The mounds were firm and lean. I
asked him to spread his legs a little and ran my right hand in underneath,
pressing my finger gently against his anus. He didn't flinch and I could
feel the crinkled hairs and the soft wet skin of his hole. I removed my
hands from inside his briefs and continued down his legs. His thighs and
calves were strong and shapely and his legs were hairy compared to the
smoothness of his upper body.

I moved round to the front and held his face in the palms of my hands. He
smiled and I stroked his neck, then splayed my hands across his chest. His
nipples were large and rubbery and I pinched one, which made him draw a
quick breath. My hands explored his abdomen, first down the sides then
across the ridges of his stomach. His navel protruded slightly and a light
trail of hair began here, leading down to his groin. I ran one hand over
the front of his briefs and could feel his cock was long and thick, and his
scrotum firm and warm. I continued down the front of his legs, quickly
moving to his feet, then asked him to spread his legs again. My hands moved
up the insides of his calves and thighs, meeting at the underside of his
briefs. I slipped my fingers inside and felt the warmth of the skin under
his crutch, then moved them slightly forward to brush the underneath of his
balls.

I stood up and pulled his briefs down to the middle of his thighs, the
white cotton in contrast to the deep brown of his skin. His cock was
surprisingly large for a boy of his age. He was uncircumcised. I took the
shaft in my hand and fondled it slowly and I could feel the flesh beginning
to swell and distend. I put one hand on his balls and moved them around
slowly and I could smell his musk as he began to get aroused. I pulled back
the foreskin and looked at the pink smoothness of his glans, continuing to
massage his cock as it stiffened in my hand. It didn't take too long for
him to get fully erect and when I told him how impressive his cock was he
smiled sheepishly.

I got him to bend over the desk and moved behind him, drawing up my chair
to sit down. I moved his legs further apart and had a clear view of his
hole, nestled between the firm muscles of his buttocks. His balls and
thickened erection were visible underneath and I kept stroking his cock
with my left hand as the fingers of my right prodded his anus and massaged
their way slowly in. His rectum was hot and damp and I probed my fingers in
slowly. I could feel the muscles inside pulsating as I continued to work on
his stiffened cock. I took some gel from the desk and worked it around his
anus and inside him, then dropped my trousers and let loose my erection.

On a whim I pulled his briefs back up, then pulled the right side across to
reveal his hole. I pressed my hard-on against him and I could feel him
relaxing as I slowly nudged forward and began to push into him. His rectum
expanded to allow me in and I pressed steadily until I was fully inside. I
could hear him breathing slowly and deeply, and when I asked he assured me
everything was all right. I began to fuck, moving back and forth in a slow
rhythm as we got used to each other. As it became more comfortable I
slipped my right hand round into the front of his briefs and continued to
masturbate him as I ploughed away from behind. The writhing of his body
inside his briefs and the sight of his lean muscled body as I pumped away
was unusually exciting. I am normally much more matter of fact about these
occasions.

It wasn't long before I could feel myself coming to orgasm and my right
hand masturbated him ever more furiously as we both reached a climax. I
shot my load into him with a series of deep groans and felt his cock
explode in my hand, shooting his hot sperm into his briefs. The orgasm
lasted for longer than usual and I was truly spent at the end. We both had
to catch our breath before I carefully withdrew from him and cleaned us
both up.

I can hardly remember any of the other boys that afternoon, but Wesley
remains firmly in my memory. I don't know what became of him after he was
released from custody and I never tried to find him again, but every so
often I remember that afternoon and re-live every precious detail.