Wesley straightened up on his knees and kissed me, rejuvenating the passion and bringing me back to reality. I reached down, unbuttoned his shorts, and slid my hand inside his boxers, frigging him gently. He stepped out of his pants and I scooted back on the bed, pulling him down on top of me. He rested on my stomach, between my legs, and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nibbled on his ear.
“Fuck me, Wesley.”
Wesley pulled back and looked into my eyes with a grin at the corner of his mouth. “I love it when you talk dirty with that cute, innocent face.”
He leaned back and pulled my backside up, my thighs resting on his. He leaned over and took a tube of lotion from the side pocket of my bag. He dribbled some on his hands and some directly on me. He positioned himself and pressed into me, gently yet persistently. My body reacted, accepting him, and soon he was deep inside and I felt every molecule respond to his presence. He moved slowly and grasped on to me, staring into my eyes as he made love to me. His movements became deeper and I bit my finger to keep from screaming.
“Go ahead. Be as loud as you want,” Wesley urged, taking my hand from my mouth. He smiled then gritted his teeth as his thrusts became stronger.
“Ahh! Oh God!” I cried, finally letting my voice free. “Please…. Wesley!”
Wesley leaned down and kissed me, then with a final thrust, came inside me until I was overflowing. My life was drained from my body, but I wrapped my arms around him and held him as close as I could. I stared at the ceiling, and a smile came across my lips. I was on a romantic getaway with my boyfriend, and I couldn’t be happier.
WESLEY HAD thought of everything. He brought a blanket, beach towels, a radio that used batteries, and a cooler that we filled with ice from the motel. We stopped at a deli and bought sandwiches and cans of soda for later. The sun was out and the sky was cloudless. It was a perfect day.
The beach was really crowded when we got there. It was a little disappointing that there were so many people, but it was the Fourth of July weekend after all. We found a little spot between two groups of girls around our age. Wesley laid out the blanket and then took his shirt off while the girls ogled him obscenely. It made me proud that they thought he was cute, but it made me a little uneasy too.
I sat down on the blanket and took off my sandals. Wesley stretched his arms over his head, and I looked up at him. There was a small red mark on his stomach, above and to the left of his belly button. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I realized exactly what it was. I told Wesley to sit down and I whispered to him about the mark. He looked down and laughed, but it was a little too high up for his swim trunks to cover it.
“You were just marking your territory,” he said and laughed. He pulled at my T-shirt and I stopped his hands quickly. “C’mon, I’ll put some suntan lotion on you.”
“That’s okay, I can do it myself,” I said, shyly pulling my shirt over my head. I noticed that the girls didn’t look at me like they looked at Wesley.
“C’mon, I’ll just do your back. And your inner thighs,” he whispered, squeezing some lotion into his hand.
I shot him a look but turned my back to him. He gently rubbed the sunscreen on my back, and I had to concentrate to keep my body calm. Wesley then handed me the lotion and turned around.
The water was cold even though it was such a hot day and it felt really good. Wesley and I swam far from shore until our feet didn’t touch the sand anymore. We floated on our backs and splashed each other and then back on the shore, we jumped over incoming waves like little kids. We had so much fun: running into the water to cool off, looking for seashells. We even built a sandcastle. We ate our lunch and then I went and got us some ice cream as a treat.
“Hey, if you wanted ice cream, you should’ve told me. I would’ve went and got us some,” he said, licking at the soft serve that was quickly melting.
“I wanted to do it,” I said, leaning back on one hand. I knew Wesley meant well, but at times, I felt like he forgot that I was a boy too. I didn’t want to be taken care of all the time; I wanted to take care of him too. I had already decided that I was buying dinner tonight, even though Wesley would argue with me about it. But that didn’t feel quite right either. It was money that Mom gave me. I wanted to take him out for a night with money that I earned. Then, I felt, we might be equals.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, brushing my chin then licking the ice cream off his finger.
“Wesley! Don’t do that here!” I said, looking around. Some of the girls on the blanket next to us saw the whole thing. I blushed down to my toes.
“Then don’t stare off into space like that,” he teased.
It was getting late and a lot of people had packed up their things
