Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2008 10:29:33 +0000 (GMT) From: andy carmichael 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.