Wesley has an easy smile that lights up his face and accentuates his twinkling eyes. He has a compact build and an average appearance… until I got to see him naked. It wasn’t easy for us to set up a meeting, but when we finally met, we had hell of a good time.
The traffic was smooth on my drive over to Wesley’s house as it was a weekend morning. Wesley and I had been chatting for some time, first on those gay apps and then Whatsapp. He’s a real gentleman who’s good with words, flirtatious sometimes but generally well-mannered. Something about the ease of which we talked about issues, both deep and casual, made me excited to meet him for real.
I admit that I felt underwhelmed when I first cast my eyes on Wesley. There was an air of intellectual sophistication about him (not a surprise as he comes from a family who’s well-read), and he looked like a kindly, down-to-earth person - nothing sexy or attractive according to prevailing standards of beauty and “hotness”. Then again, first impressions are often misleading.
Wesley brought me into his bedroom, which was filled from floor to ceiling with odds and ends: books, musical instruments, clothes, boxes and other personal possessions. By the windows there was a single bed, where we sat and chatted briefly before he hugged me and pulled me down with him. He lay on his back, and I had my back against his tummy. He played with my hair and ears, in an affectionate way. Small talk turned into pillow talk as we gossiped about this and that, traded dirty jokes and finally, I made a move on him. I lay by his side and hugged his body close to mine. Even through our clothes, I could feel his muscles and fats in all the right places, like an unrefined gemstone with its hidden potential.
“You smell nice,” Wesley broke the lull in conversation.
“Thank you. How do I smell?”
“Slightly sweaty, somewhat sweet.” People had complimented on my scent before but I never really figured out whether it was my body’s odour or the deodorant I used. In any way, it would be weirdly narcissistic if I was turned on by my own smell.
I placed my head in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Wesley smelled faintly of shampoo and soap. His skin was baby smooth, so I kissed it to get a taste. Delicious.
Wesley’s hands were patting my back and roaming everywhere within reach. We took off our shirts and admired each other’s body. I have an average-sized body like him, but with slightly toned up chest and shoulders. His torso was compact, his pecs were jutting out and his biceps were large but not muscly. Could say that he’s a rough diamond.
We hugged chest-to-chest and I planted little kisses on his neck. He massaged me all over my shoulders and back, and then trailed his fingers down my spine (which made me tingle). He reminded me of Hugo, the guy I dubbed “gentle giant”. We were off to a good start, I thought to myself.
Wesley grabbed my ass through my shorts and massaged my cheeks gently but firmly. He did it playfully at first, then when he got bolder, he slipped his hands into my shorts and kneaded my butt through my underwear. I was quite turned on by this show of dominance.
In the heat rising between us, we shucked off every piece of clothing till we were fully nude. We made out like wild teenagers, passionately kissing like it was the last day on earth. Damn, he was a good kisser. He was watching me the whole time, to see if I enjoyed it as much as he did. I moaned right into his mouth and stabbed my tongue against his in a slippery duel. His hands groped me everywhere: biceps, arms, torso, ass and thighs. I did the same to him. My hands caressed and squeezed his upper body, while my feet explored his hairy calves and thick thighs. It felt nice to touch and knead his warm body.
“Sorry, everywhere got fat,” Wesley said bashfully.
“No need to say sorry. You’re just meaty and it’s nice to hold.” I meant it. I’d met guys chubbier than him or more muscular than him. His body was in the middle of the spectrum, just the right type for me.
I lost track of how long we had been making out, and some time later, when I broke away to get some fresh air, we were covered in sweat. In the partially sunlit room, his chest and nipples looked pleasingly inviting. I licked his right nipple, which was already hard from our exertions, then I lapped my tongue against it and sucked it like a lollipop. Wesley’s whole body was rocking with pleasure but it felt like an epileptic seizure. I stopped to check on him, made sure he was okay and continued after he assured me that he was having a good time. I teased and pinched the other nipple with my fingers but it wasn’t as responsive, so I used my mouth instead. Again, he shuddered as if being electrocuted. Boy, was he so sensitive!
I pulled out all stops and used the tricks I’ve accumulated over the years. I dragged my tongue lazily and deliberately slow along the space in between his pecs, then up his throat and chin, finally sealed it with a kiss. I cradled his head in my hands and French-kissed him. He couldn’t help but moan and grind our cocks together.
Exhausted, I lay beside him. He threw an arm around me, hugged me and kissed my shoulder. “You’re so good,” he said. “So hot, so handsome, so good.” I smiled and gave a peck on his cheek.
Our dicks were throbbing for attention. I held his hefty penis in my hand. It was of moderate length but thick all around, nice to hold and suck. It was uncut, but unlike mine, his foreskin wrapped around his glans tightly. Wesley played with my dick and he was fascinated by how my foreskin rolled all the way down to make it look like it was cut. We jerked each other off in a slow but passionate manner. At one point, I grabbed our dicks and rubbed them in unison. Damn, that felt good.
On a whim, I asked Wesley whether he wanted to be rimmed. He agreed happily to it and told me he had washed down there. Good to know. I edged closer to his thighs and he lifted his legs to give me access. His crack was hairy but clean without any smell. His hole looked tight and beautiful, like a chocolate starfish. I asked for a pillow and put it under his lower back for support and comfort. It was also easier this way for me to rim his upturned ass. He held his thighs and legs up in the air, in anticipation. Guessing that he would also be sensitive down here, I slicked up his crack with some saliva (he began moaning in earnest), slowly twirled my tongue around his rosebud, then jabbed my tongue up his hole. His moans came in waves and reached a crescendo when my tongue poked into his tight pucker. Sweet! I alternated between shallow and deep sucks, always switching around so he wouldn’t know my next move. As I sent him straightaway to high heavens, my hands went to help him support his shivering thighs and kicking legs. Poor guy was heaving heavily and thrashing around in sexual heat.
When Wesley’s moans and squeals had died down a bit, I decided to take a break. I must’ve wrecked him, seeing as he passed out and lay with his eyes closed. I hugged his side, cuddled a bit and licked his ear hole. He shivered once more and giggled. It felt like there were live wires everywhere on his body!
After a while, Wesley recovered and volunteered to service me. I lay on my back and he showed off what he got. He played with my nipples. I didn’t feel much at first, then just as his tongue danced around my areola, electricity zapped through my body. I shivered and moaned out loud at his fine treatment. Once my nipples were wet, hard and red from his ministrations, he parked his bubbly ass on my pelvis and his cheeks trapped my hard dick. Off he went, riding me like an animal, bucking his hips and playing with my nips. I jacked his dick in tune to his rhythm and his face was aglow with pure bliss.
In what seemed like an eternity, we were lost in each other’s lust. We kissed, cuddled, sucked each other off and rested in between. I noticed that while his nipples and ass were extremely sensitive, his dick wasn’t hard all the time. I think he’s a pure bottom. His dick was only half-hard even while I was giving him the best blowjob I could summon.
Wesley was quite vocal in bed: he not only moaned enthusiastically, but also kept complimenting me on my looks and skills. His eyes were watching me most of the time, drinking me in and staring at me so intensely as if trying to commit me to memory.
“Sorry if I’m too loud,” he said.
“It’s alright. That way I know I’m doing it right,” I replied with a wink.
Once we went through all the variations we could’ve possibly done (and regretted that neither of us prepared condoms), we decided to finish with a jerk-off. Our arms were wrapped around each other, and with our free hands we wanked one another but went back to masturbating ourselves when we found out it was easier this way. Usually, by this time, I would leak pre-cum profusely and erupt with the lightest of touches. Strangely though, my dick remained satisfyingly hard during my entire time with Wesley and I was able to enjoy it longer.
“Do you want me to cum?” Wesley asked.
“Yeah,” I said and kissed him madly. I freed a hand to massage his perineum and push a digit against his hole (more moans from him). Within seconds, Wesley moaned into my mouth and shot his thick white loads onto his belly. I was nowhere near cumming, but it was getting awkward and I wanted to finish soon. I looked at his thick thighs and broad chest, urging myself on and kissing rather passionately with him. My hand jerked faster and harder, then I aimed at his stomach and emptied my week’s loads. Our abdomens were covered with sticky cum as our mouths kissed one last time.
We showered together in the bathroom. My dick was still staying hard, pumped full of blood for some reason. Wesley gave a few playful tugs and washed it with a handful of soap. We groped each other while we rinsed off our bodies, but neither of us came again.
It had been over a month since I last hooked up with anyone, and looking back on our time together, Wesley was well worth the wait.
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