Date: Mon, 28 May 2018 21:55:43 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Wesley Chapter 1 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions between a teenager and an adult male. Other males may appear in later chapters. Feedback is very welcome. Please send comments to colin4men@gmail.com and I will reply as quickly as possible. Bill WESLEY Wesley met the man who was to transform his life in the lobby of a condominium in an upmarket area of Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Wesley, a 14 year old from a Chinese family, had just returned from school and was looking at his phone while waiting for the elevator. He sensed someone arrive behind him but didn't look round. Behind Wesley stood Chris, a 40 year old Caucasian businessman from Australia. Chris thought the slim, 5ft 6in (168 cm) tall boy looked cute. He then cast his eyes over the school uniform worn by the teenager - white short-sleeved shirt, long white trousers and white canvas shoes. "White seems like an impractical colour for a school uniform but it is entirely suitable for a young virgin like this one," he said to himself. He simply assumed the boy to be a virgin. The elevator arrived and Wesley walked in. As he turned around he saw the man for the first time and was stunned by his rugged good looks. The muscular man was 6ft 3in (191 cm) tall, blond and dressed in a very smart business suit. Wesley suddenly realised the man had spoken to him. "Oh, sorry. What did you say?" Chris smiled at the youngster. "I asked you which floor you wanted." "Eighteen, thank you." Wesley could feel himself blushing slightly. He lowered his head but then sneaked a look at the man. "What a hunk," he thought. "I've not seen him before." As if reading Wesley's mind, Chris said, "I'm on thirty-two. Just moved in." Wesley nodded, too tongue-tied to speak. They rode up in silence and then the elevator `dinged' to announce the arrival at floor eighteen. "Maybe see you around," said Chris as Wesley stepped out of the lift. Wesley turned and muttered, "Yeah." The elevator door closed as the man smiled and gave him a wink. Wesley smiled back and then found himself becoming erect. He hurried home to take care of the problem. Chris meanwhile was wondering whether he might possibly get into the boy's pants. *** "G'day, neighbour." The smile and friendly greeting took Wesley by surprise when he entered the elevator the next morning. "Erm, yeah. Good morning," he said in response. "Off to school?" Chris asked. It was pretty obvious since the boy wore a school uniform and was carrying a large bag but he wanted to get the boy talking. "Yes, sir. To St Xavier's," replied Wesley. "I like the "sir" but you can call me Chris." He held out his hand. Wesley shook the man's hand, feeling small beside him. "I'm Wesley." "I'm pleased to meet you, Wesley. You are my first friend in the condo." Chris gave Wesley another beaming smile. Wesley felt himself go weak in the knees. "This handsome hunk wants to be my friend," he said to himself. Chris was disappointed that the boy didn't say anything so he added, "Well, I hope you will become my friend." "Oh yes. I'd like that," Wesley quickly responded. "Great! See you around." The pair parted in the lobby, Wesley going to the left where he would walk outside and catch his school bus and Chris going towards the car park on the right. After about three steps both turned round and smiled at each other, although Wesley felt a bit guilty at being caught. It was two days later before they met again. This time Wesley was coming out of the elevator as Chris stood waiting to enter. "G'day, Wesley. Good to see you again, mate," said Chris. Wesley smiled at the man and said, "Good to see you too, sir. I mean Chris. I'm just going for a swim." Wesley was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and Chris glanced at the boy's smooth legs. "Now that sounds like a great idea on a hot day like this. I think I might join you," Chris said. "Can't wait to get out of this bloody suit." Wesley giggled. He wasn't used to hearing anybody swear and he wasn't sure how to respond. "You'll wait in the pool for me?" Chris asked. "Sure. Take your time," replied Wesley. "The pool is never busy and I'm not in a hurry." Wesley was resting in the water by the side of the pool when Chris arrived wearing sandals and a short bathrobe. "Hiya, mate. Is the water warm?" Chris called out as he approached. "Quite warm but very refreshing," Wesley answered with a smile. Then his mouth fell open and he stared when Chris opened the bathrobe to reveal that he was wearing a pair of black speedo-type swim briefs. Wesley noticed the smooth well-defined chest, the bulging biceps and muscular thighs but his eyes focused on the bulge in the black swim briefs. It looked huge! Chris smiled when he saw Wesley's reaction. "Yes, the boy is definitely interested," he said to himself. Chris dived gracefully into the water, swam to the far side of the pool and then back to where Wesley rested. "That feels good. Do you swim a lot, Wes?" Wesley nodded. "Most days. My parents don't get home until later so I usually swim for a while after school." Chris looked at the boy's face and at the smooth pale golden skin on his arms and upper body. He thought Wesley looked very young and innocent. However the boy's large pink nipples stood proud and Chris felt an urge to nibble on them. He resisted the urge and asked, "How old are you Wesley? Twelve...thirteen?" "I am fourteen," Wesley replied indignantly. "Well, you are a very handsome young man. Let's swim." Chris smiled at Wesley and started swimming away from him. "He thinks I'm handsome." Wesley said to himself. He smiled and then swam after Chris. When they had swam for a while, Chris got out of the pool and sat down on a lounger. Wesley followed and sat on the lounger next to Chris. "Where do you come from, Chris? I don't recognise your accent," said Wesley. "I'm from Sydney, Australia," replied Chris. He lay back on the lounger and stretched his legs out. Wesley gazed at Chris's legs - and his black speedos - and then copied his movements. "Is your...um, wife in Sydney?" he asked. "I don't have a wife. I am gay," answered Chris. "Are you okay with that?" "Em, yeah...of course," stammered Wesley while blushing slightly. He'd never met an openly gay person before. He lived in a society where being gay was frowned upon and he himself was confused about his sexuality. He had both girl and boy friends at school but recently he thought more and more about boys when he masturbated. Well, to be more accurate, he thought about men - older white men. Hearing that Chris liked other guys too caused Wesley to get an erection and he quickly placed his arm over the bulge in his swim shorts. Chris noticed Wesley's move and smiled to himself. "Do you have a girlfriend...or a boyfriend?" he asked. "I'm not...gay!" Wesley immediately responded, his voice becoming lower when he said the final word. Then he added, "No, no girlfriend." "What a waste," commented Chris in a soft voice but loud enough for Wesley to hear. Louder, he said, "You are probably too young to even think about a relationship but I am sure you get many admiring looks with a hot body like that." "You think I have a hot body?" Wesley regretted asking the question as soon as he'd said it. "Of course," replied Chris. "You have a typical swimmer's build, smooth, slim and the beginnings of a six-pack. Beautifully shaped smooth legs too." Wesley blushed but he was pleased by the compliment. "I think you have a better body. You have real muscles, a proper six-pack and a well-defined chest." "You like my body?" Chris flexed his pecs and smiled. "I guess I'm not too bad for a forty year old." "No, not too bad," Wesley agreed and grinned at the man. "I think you should get rid of those shorts and wear speedo type swimwear," said Chris. "You will move easier through the water." "I don't think my parents would approve...and I don't know that I want to show more skin," Wesley said in response. "I don't think I'd feel very comfortable." "So are you suggesting that I am showing too much?" Chris teased. "Oh no! Well, I mean...um, it's normal in your country for guys to wear that kind of swimwear," said Wesley. "Malaysia is more conservative." Chris chuckled. "Some people in Australia don't approve. They refer to them as `budgie smugglers" because the...em, lump in the front supposedly resembles a budgerigar or budgie - the little Aussie bird." Chris saw the embarrassed look on Wesley's face but pressed on. "Do you think mine resembles a budgie?" Wesley looked at the lump in the man's speedos. He could see the outline of the shaft and the two eggs underneath. Chris wasn't erect but he displayed a sizeable bulge. Wesley gulped and replied, "I have never seen a budgie." Chris laughed. Then he moved closer and lowered his voice when he asked, "Have you seen a man's cock before?" Wesley blushed and shook his head. "No? Would you like to? You seem to like looking at my bulge." Wesley's mouth fell open. He didn't know how to respond. "I can see you are trying to hide a stiff one so I guess the answer is yes." Chris reached over and gently punched Wesley's arm. Then he stood up and said, "Maybe one day I'll let you see it. Now I must be going upstairs. Are you coming?" Wesley shook his head. His cock was rock hard and he didn't want Chris to see any more than he had done already. "Not yet. I want to swim some more." "Okay. See you around." Chris left feeling pleased with himself for having established that Wesley was definitely interested in him and might eventually be tempted to play around." Wesley sat on the lounger until he was satisfied that Chris had gone. Then he wrapped his towel around his waist and rushed home to have a wank. *** The following day Chris timed his arrival home to coincide with Wesley's usual time for swimming. He changed and was pleased to see that only Wesley was in the pool when he came downstairs. "G'day, mate," he said to Wesley before putting his things on the lounger next to the boy's towel and clothes and then dived into the pool. Wesley tried to put their last conversation out of his mind and swam a dozen lengths with Chris. Then he followed the man out of the pool and lay down on the lounger. "That was a good swim but it's nice to lie here in the sun too," said Chris. "Yeah," was all that Wesley said but he smiled at Chris, enjoying his company. A few minutes later Chris tossed a package to Wesley. "I bought you a little present. I hope you like it." "A present? Why?" Wesley couldn't understand. "Just because I fancied it," replied Chris. "Aren't you going to open it?" Wesley looked at the package for a moment and then ripped it open. He was left holding a small pair of red speedos. He stared at them and finally said, "Thank you but I don't think I can wear them." "Why? Are they the wrong size?" Chris asked. "No, but..." Wesley didn't want to hurt the man's feelings. "Well then, put them on," said Chris. "I can't take them back to the shop and I'd hate to think I wasted my money." Wesley looked at Chris, his mouth half open but not knowing what to say. "Go on. Put them on now," Chris insisted. "There is nobody else around so you can change here." Wesley was used to doing what his elders told him so he stood up, turned his back to Chris and wrapped his towel around his waist. Then, being careful, he slid his swim shorts off. He picked the red speedos up and slid them up his long legs, under the towel and into place. "They fit okay?" Chris asked. "Yeah." Wesley straightened up and turned round to face Chris. "You'll need to take the towel off," said Chris. "Let me see." Wesley removed the towel and dropped it onto the lounger. He felt himself blushing and couldn't look Chris in the face. "Wonderful. Just perfect. Turn slowly and let me see how it fits at the back," Chris instructed. Once again Wesley did as he was told and Chris marvelled at neat little bum. "Like two big grapefruit," he thought. "They looked great on you, kid. Turn back round," Chris said. He thought the bulge in the front looked bigger than before but he decided against mentioning it. "Let's go for another little swim and you can see how good they feel in the water." Wesley was happy to get back into the pool and away from the man's gaze. Although he liked the praise he received, he felt uncomfortable wearing such a skimpy item in a public place. After a couple of lengths, Chris pulled over to the side and Wesley followed him. "Do they feel good?" Chris asked. "Yes, they do. I feel more free in the water," replied. "Good. I shall expect to see you wearing them every time you are in the pool from now on," said Chris. "I will be very upset if you're not." Wesley didn't want to upset his new friend. "Okay." Chris smiled. "You look even sexier in them." Wesley blushed and looked away. "He thinks I look sexy. No, he said `even sexier' so he must have thought I looked sexy before," he thought. "This handsome man thinks I am sexy? He is the sexy one." "Can't you accept a compliment?" Chris asked, reaching out and tilting Wesley's chin towards him. "Sorry. Nobody has ever called me sexy before," Wesley replied in a soft voice. "Well, you are a very sexy young man. I'd love to kiss you but that would probably freak you out," Chris said with a smile. Wesley's eyes opened wide but he said nothing. "Okay, I think that is enough swimming for today. Come on." Wesley followed Chris out of the pool and quickly dried himself. He pulled his shorts on over the speedos and soon the pair were in the elevator heading to their respective homes. "Goodbye and thanks again for the present," Wesley said as he left at the eighteenth floor. "My pleasure. See you tomorrow." Chris gave Wesley a wave and the elevator doors closed. He smiled to himself, pleased at having got the cute teenager to wear speedos. "I wonder how long it will be before I get to see him naked," he said to himself. Wesley was pleased that his parents were not yet home. He looked at himself wearing only the speedos in the full-length mirror in his bedroom and thought his cock and balls were too obvious. "He thinks I'm sexy," he said out loud as he saw his cock beginning to stiffen. He turned round and looked over his shoulders at his reflection. "They are very tight and nothing is hidden. It's almost like being naked," he thought. Wesley turned back round and looked at his erection stretching the red fabric. "Would he like to see me naked? I'd like to see him naked," he said to himself. He pushed the speedos down and freed his rock hard 4.5 inch (11.5 cm) cock. He then stepped out of the speedos to stand totally naked in front of the mirror. "Would you like to see me like this, Chris?" Wesley said out loud. "Would you like to see my stiff cock? Why do you make me so horny?" Wesley started wanking. "I know you have a bigger cock than me, Chris. I want to see it...touch it...maybe suck it. You can touch mine. I'd love to feel your big hand on my cock." Wesley was wanking furiously now, looking at himself in the mirror and trying to imagine Chris naked. Suddenly he gasped and sent jet after jet of boy-cream splashing onto the mirror. Then his knees buckled and he dropped to the floor. Wesley sat there for a few minutes then he looked at the mess he'd made of the mirror. He felt a bit guilty but he quickly cleaned it up with some tissues and went off for a shower. Later that night Wesley wanked off in bed as he thought about Chris and his big, strong body. At the same time on the thirty-second floor Chris was thinking about Wesley as he fucked an 18 year old Malay rentboy. *** "I have a present for you in my apartment," Chris told Wesley after they had finished swimming two days later. "Another present? You already gave me this swimsuit," said Wesley. "And you look so sexy in it." Chris smiled. Wesley blushed slightly and looked away as he said, "You shouldn't have bought me anything else though. I don't have anything for you." "I will think of something you can give me in return," Chris responded. "Something which doesn't cost money. Now follow me." Obedient as always, Wesley put his shorts on over his red speedos, picked up his towel and followed the man towards the elevator and then up to his apartment. "Wow, you have a great view from up here," Wesley said, walking over to the window. "You can see the Petronas Towers in the city centre." "I like the view," said Chris. However he was looking at the topless Chinese teenager and not the view of the city. When Wesley turned round to look at him, Chris picked up the package sitting on the coffee table and tossed it towards the boy. "I hope you like them." Wesley carefully opened the package and saw that it held a triple pack of briefs, in white, pale grey and pale blue. He sat down and pulled the pale blue pair from the container and held it up. "It looks very small," he said, looking at the low-cut briefs. "They are the same size as your swimmers so they should fit," Chris said. "A sexy boy like you should wear sexy underwear. Let me see you in a pair - the white ones." "Now?" Wesley asked. "Yes, now," replied Chris. "I want to see how they look on you." Wesley would have preferred to change in private but thought Chris would laugh at him for suggesting that. So he simply took off his shorts and then picked the white pair of briefs from the pack before turning his back on Chris to change. Chris had to stifle a groan when Wesley pushed his red speedos down to reveal his naked butt for the first time. Chris was already aware of the size and shape of the pert little bum but he thought it looked positively beautiful. There wasn't a single flaw on the soft skin and the pale colour stood out in contrast to the golden colour of Wesley's back and thighs. All too soon Wesley pulled the new white briefs into place. As the boy adjusted the front, Chris noted with satisfaction that the briefs were lower cut than the speedo. "It seems very small," Wesley said as he turned to face Chris. "It looks perfect," Chris said as he gazed at the small bulge. "You look prefect," he added as he gave the boy a smile. Wesley relaxed and smiled back at Chris. Wesley walked up and down, modelling the briefs like a professional. "You really think I look good in these?" "I do. In fact, I know what you can do for me in return," said Chris. "You can let me take a photo or two of you in those briefs." He picked up the camera which he had left out specially and began to take photos. Wesley smiled for the photos as Chris snapped away, adopting sexy poses and - almost without realising it - becoming erect and creating a very noticeable tent in the briefs. "Thanks, Wesley. You look super-sexy and I'm going to enjoy looking at these photos later." Chris grinned when he finally put his camera down. Wesley put his hands over his throbbing cock, after discovering that he had leaked some pre-cum and created a damp patch. "They are just for you. You won't show them to anyone else, will you?" "No, I won't show them to anyone else," Chris said as he put an arm around Wesley's shoulder and then gently kissed the boy's lips. Wesley almost stopped breathing when Chris kissed him. One of his dreams had come true. "I wonder what will happen the next time we are alone," he said to himself. "You'd better get dressed and head home," said Chris. "Do you fancy coming to the cinema with me tomorrow? I'd like to see the new Star Wars movie but I don't want to go alone." "I'd love to," Wesley replied with a big smile. To be continued