I walked up to him, looking into his eyes, and kissed him, in front of everyone on the street. It didn’t matter. He was in love with me.
“What… what are you doing? People can see us.”
“I don’t care. I’m in love with you too.”
Wesley stared into my eyes and then laughed with a sense of relief. I was glad to see his smile. “You just turned the worst day of my life into the best day ever.”
I looked around and noticed people staring at us. My face turned red and I looked at the ground. Of course they were staring; two boys were kissing in the middle of the street at three o’clock in the afternoon. My posture shrank with embarrassment, and I couldn’t bear to look at Wesley. I felt his fingers lace with mine, and I knew he had a defiant smile on his face.
“Mommy? Those two men were kissing,” a little girl said. She was staring at us and I felt my heart sink. I tried to pull my hand from Wesley’s, but he held tight.
The mother looked down at her daughter and smiled. “That’s what two people do when they love each other,” she explained. She smiled warmly at us as they passed us on the sidewalk.
My heart instantly felt lighter and I gripped Wesley’s hand tighter. It was exactly what I needed to hear at that time. This insurmountable barrier I erected between me and “normalness” didn’t seem as large or as forbidding anymore.
We hurried to my apartment and Wesley grabbed my rear end with both hands while I was trying to get the key in the lock. I jumped a little and Wesley licked my ear.
“You better hurry up. My zipper’s about to break,” he whispered, lowering his lips to the cradle of my neck and shoulder. He leaned into me and I could feel him against my backside. I swallowed hard and told him to stop, but he pushed his hand down the front of my pants and began to grope. “I told you to hurry up. See? You’re almost as hard as I am.”
I moaned and finally the door opened. We stepped over the threshold, slammed the door shut, and kissed inside for a couple minutes. He pulled my shirt up, but I stopped him.
“Wait. Let’s go to my room,” I said, out of breath. Wesley smiled and led the way back, holding my hand. He unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and sat me down on the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees and rubbed my thighs before taking me in his mouth. He bobbed his head slowly and let his fingers roam all over. My head was spinning, and I was panting when Wesley moved his mouth to my balls and frigged me with his hand. My legs trembled and I was on the verge of climax, calling his name as I came in three short torrents onto his face and neck. Wesley slowly let me go and leaned back, wiping his hand across his cheek. Despite gasping for air, I quickly grabbed some tissues and wiped his face and neck.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered shyly, feeling embarrassed.
Wesley smiled at me and licked the cum off his fingers. I took a deep breath. He’d never looked so unbelievably sexy before. I stepped out of my shorts and boxers and pulled my shirt off. I crawled onto the bed and rested the side of my face and shoulders on the mattress with my ass high in the air. Wesley’s eyes seemed to glaze over, and it actually looked like there was a little drool at the corner of his mouth. I giggled, blushed, and asked what he was waiting for.
Wesley shed his clothes and grabbed the tube of lotion from the drawer in my nightstand. He drizzled some on my backside and rubbed some on himself. I looked back at him as I felt the first of him.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he said, pushing his way inside with slow, short thrusts. He grasped my hips as he plunged in deeper and I rocked against him. When he was fully within me, he stopped. “I love you,” he whispered and began to pump again. “I love you,” he repeated, grunting each time he said it.
“I… love you. God! I love you,” I whimpered, gripping the sheet with balled fists. Of all the times we had sex, this was the best. It never felt so good. We were really making love.
Wesley came first, which triggered my intense orgasm. I exhaled completely and Wesley collapsed, pushing me down into the mattress. He was breathing heavily in my ear and I bit my lip; even that was sexy. He rolled to his back and slid his hands under his head. I remained on my stomach and propped myself up on my elbows.
“Wow,” I sighed quietly, happily.
Wesley looked at me with a grin. “I take it you’re satisfied?”
“Of course, but it’s just so amazing to be able to say I love you,” I explained, staring at the sheet with a shy smile. Wesley brushed the hair from my eyes, then touched my lips with his finger and nodded. “You know, I’ve wanted to say it for a while now,” I confided, casting my eyes downward.
Wesley slid his hand behind his head again. “Why didn’t you?”
I looked at Wesley and blushed. He was incredibly handsome. He made my heart beat faster just by looking at him. I rested my head on his chest and breathed in deeply. It was the smell of Wesley, not the smell of soap or shampoo, but the smell of Wesley himself.
“I was afraid to,” I said at last, taking another deep breath. “I thought maybe it was too soon. And because I was scared you might not say it back.”
Wesley’s chest muscles tightened and I could hear his heartbeat speed up. “Why would you think that? I fell in love with you the moment I saw you.”
I lifted
