Wesley looked at me sharply and furrowed his brows. “Why the hell would I do that?”
“Well, it’s your first Christmas away from home, and I thought….”
“If I did, they would just yell that I wasn’t their son, that I was a fag, and that everything’s your fault. Why would I subject myself to that? Besides, my brother’s not gonna be there, so….”
“Scott’s not going?”
“No, he’s spending Christmas with his girlfr—his fiancée’s family.”
“That’s nice.”
Wesley went to the bathroom and I refocused on studying with a lighter heart and a full stomach. I wrote down a sample problem in my notebook and tried solving it, looking back at the textbook every five seconds. Wesley returned and sat down at the table, holding his chin in his palm and staring at me. I got through one problem, but Wesley’s deep brown eyes were distracting.
“Stop staring at me. Go away,” I said after a few minutes. Wesley laughed. “I’m serious. I have to study. So, go away!”
“No. I don’t wanna. Besides, you look really sexy when you’re all focused and concentrating. It kinda turns me on. Why don’t you take a break?” he said, smiling lasciviously at me.
“I can’t. I really have to study. And if you’re not going to help me, go away,” I reiterated, trying my hardest not to meet Wesley’s gaze.
“C’mon, just a short break. Say, ten minutes?”
I looked up and Wesley grinned at me. He took my breath away and I was already responding to his playful seduction. He stood up and kissed me, slipping his tongue between my lips, and what little resistance I had faded away immediately.
“Just ten minutes?” I asked, licking my lips.
“Promise,” he said, looking into my eyes as he reached down and groped the front of my pants.
I stood up and followed Wesley into the bedroom, forgetting everything I had just studied as my blood drained downward. Wesley pulled his shirt over his head as he stepped past the threshold and my eyes lingered on his wide, smooth back. He turned and smiled at me as he dropped his shirt on the floor. I felt myself get harder as he pulled me in close and looked into my eyes for a long moment before kissing me slowly. His hands roamed down my chest and rubbed my nipples over the fabric of my shirt as he dropped his kiss to my chin and neck. He unzipped my pants, slid his hand inside my boxers, and stroked affectionately as he sucked on my neck. I opened his jeans and slid them down low on his hips, enough to grope freely inside his underwear. His lips returned to my mouth and we kissed softly, yet feverishly, until Wesley pulled away and squeezed his hand around me.
“I want you on top this time,” he whispered throatily, hinting at a smile. I looked at him, feeling his firm grip, and I was unable to respond. “I was thinking about it, since we saw Kate and Lis the other night,” he said, stepping back and pulling off his jeans. He sat back on the bed, reached for the bottle of lotion, and tossed it to me. “C’mon. I want you to fuck me, Toren.”
I took a deep breath, every atom in my body awake with lust. I stripped my clothes off and joined Wesley on the bed. He parted his knees for me and I flipped the top off the lotion, dribbling some on my fingers. He pushed himself toward me and lay back. With one hand on the inside of his thigh, I leaned down and met his large cock with my tongue. I slipped a finger beneath and easily found the awaiting orifice. I pushed one finger inside him as I slid my lips over the head and pressed my tongue against his sensitive flesh. I ground my fingers against his warm ring until I was able to press in two fingers past the second knuckle. I continued sucking him off until precum coated my mouth and tonsils.
With his thighs blocking my peripheral vision, I looked up and Wesley’s expression made me so hard it hurt. He looked at me with glassy eyes, and he parted his moist lips as he gasped for breath. I pushed three fingers into his elastic hole and drowned myself in the musty smell of his balls. While I slurped and sucked them, I felt his hands in my hair.
“You’re… you’re gonna have to hurry,” Wesley panted, lifting my head and looking into my eyes.
I glanced down at his large member, glistening with saliva and precum, then back to his desperate, sexy face. I withdrew my fingers and stroked myself wet with lotion. Wesley lifted his backside up to me, his thighs rubbing against my hips and waist, and I held myself firm as I slowly pressed into him. A moan escaped his lips and his muscles tightened as I pushed farther into him. He spread his legs farther apart on both sides of me, and I grasped his slippery cock with a firm grip and stroked back and forth, as I forced myself deeper. Wesley arched his back as I felt my balls slap against his warm flesh.
“F—uck! God, Toren!” Wesley shouted, squeezing his knees against my waist.
I nearly came just from the sound of his voice calling my name, but I renewed my effort, pulling back and thrusting forward again and again. Wesley panted beneath me and I felt like I was flying. This incredible feeling even tingled in my fingertips and toes.
“Tor…. God! Tor, I’m coming!” Wesley panted as I moved above him.
“Me too. Wes…. Wesley!” I shouted, nearly pulling out then driving into him again with a desperate, delirious fervor.
Wesley exploded, hitting my chest and stomach, and I came hard inside his tender recesses until I collapsed on top of him. Panting and gasping, Wesley stroked his hand through my hair and I looked up timidly at his sexy face. I was still inside
