In this gay erotic fiction story, Connor offers to help Nathan move, without knowing it’s actually a request to help Nathan’s brother, who Connor never got along with, until today.
Connor loved owning a big, fuck off Ford ute. Not only because it worked really well for his job and his lifestyle, but because nobody expected a young gay man to rock up with that kind of car.
The only downside was that every single one of his friends asked for help whenever they were moving house. Without fail. Most of the time Connor was happy to help, with his close friends at least. He was surprised by the number of acquaintances who considered themselves close when it came to a house move, though.
Today was a weird one. Connor’s oldest friend, Nathan, had asked for his help. They had been friends since their first year of primary school together and they had ended up standing in front of each other while their mothers talked. Bored with their parent’s conversation, they had run off to the playground and had been fast friends ever since. Nathan was the first person Connor had come out to. Once Nathan had gotten over the initial shock, there had been no problems at all.
The main conflict in their relationship came due to Nathan’s little brother Wesley, and that was the reason today had been a weird day of moving house. Nathan hadn’t mentioned the moving was for Wesley. Connor knew he had done that on purpose.
“If you’re free next Saturday, would you mind helping move some stuff out of Mum and Dad’s place?” Nathan had said.
Connor had immediately agreed. A couple of days before, after a couple of pints during their regular pub trivia, Nathan had added the information that it was Wesley’s stuff they were moving. The kid was 19 and moving out of home into his own apartment. He didn’t have enough stuff to warrant movers, but just enough to fill Connor’s ute. By then it was too late to back out and he had begrudgingly agreed, still trying not to give away how pissed off he was. Connor had just told Nathan that he owed him big time. Nathan sheepishly agreed and nothing more was said on the subject. He knew not to ask what it was that annoyed Connor because it would add an element of stress on their friendship that they didn’t need. Nathan was Connor’s oldest and best friend and a constant source of support as other people around him had either dropped away or stepped back as Connor had come out.
It was now 4:00pm on the Saturday set for moving. Connor and Nathan were in Connor’s ute, driving to Wesley’s new apartment. It was the second load of stuff they had taken and Connor had already mentioned that it was meant to be a small move, less than a moving truck’s worth. Nathan had agreed, blamed his brother and offered to buy dinner at the next two pub trivia nights.
“And maybe I need to buy a third,” Nathan added. “Because once we get to the apartment I’ve gotta go.”
“Nope. No way.” Connor shook his head firmly.
“I have to. Kayley’s on me that I didn’t spend last night with her so I have to take her out tonight. I’m sorry bro.”
Connor shut his mouth.
“I didn’t think it would take this long. I’ll make Wesley buy dinner at the pub next week okay?”
Connor raised his eyebrows.
“Or I’ll at least make him give me the cash to buy your dinner.”
“Better.” Connor finally let his held breath out.
“There isn’t much stuff in this load and the shit that’s in Wesley’s car you can just tell him to move himself. I know you don’t like him and I know not to ask about it. But this will be it, I promise. With Mum and Dad away you’re the only one we could call on. This is it, I swear.”
“Okay.” Connor turned and followed Wesley’s car into the driveway of the apartment building. “We empty the ute and then I’m off.”
The cars parked either side of the front door and Wesley stepped out of his car. He opened the door as Connor and Nathan moved to the back of the ute to open the tailgate.
“Okay Connor, you got this. Thanks again.” Nathan hugged Connor firmly, seeming to try to make his gratitude physically transmit to his friend, then he turned to Wesley. “Brother, I’m off. Connor’s going to help get the shit out of the ute, then the rest you’ve got yourself okay?”
Wesley started to protest but Nathan cut him off. “Connor’s helping me help you, so if that’s the last thing he’s doing that’s it. You said one trip and this is 2.5. Be grateful and be good.” Nathan pulled Wesley into a hug before walking to where his car was parked on the street.
Connor and Wesley looked at each other. Connor tried to think of something to say but came up short. He turned to the ute and grabbed the box closest to the tailgate.
Wesley followed and grabbed another box. They moved most of the stuff in silence, only occasionally talking when they needed to carry something together and coordinate turning corners.
It wasn’t that Connor really disliked Wesley, it was more that he had a sense that Wesley disliked him. Wesley was three years younger than Connor and Nathan and through their teen years, whenever Connor had been at Nathan’s house, Wesley had avoided him. He only ever spoke to him when he needed to and never seemed to be in the same room as the other two boys. At first, it had confused Connor. Nathan and Wesley seemed close, but as they grew older Wesley was just never around when Connor was. At first he thought it may be jealousy, maybe Wesley thought Connor was taking his place. But there had never been a time where Connor had done anything to make Wesley feel unwelcome, at least not from his point of view. Connor wondered if that would continue now that they were both adults. If today was anything to go by, Wesley was still holding onto whatever his issue was. He had hardly spoken to Connor all day, most of the instructions relayed through Nathan.
“I’ll take that one.” Wesley stepped past Connor to get to the ute to grab a box labelled bedroom before Connor did. “That next one goes to the kitchen.”
Connor did as instructed, stopping himself from reacting to Wesley’s tone. He picked up the box and moved it into the apartment, stepping around other boxes and the table and chairs they had already hastily moved into the open plan space. He placed the box next to an Esky on the floor.
“Help yourself Connor.” Wesley said as he stepped out of the bedroom. “I thought I’d be having a beer with Nathan once we were done but I guess you can have his share.”
“How gracious of you.” Connor turned away from Wesley before he rolled his eyes, then bent down to retrieve two drinks from the cooler. He turned around to hand one to the younger man, who was now standing and leaning on the kitchen bench. As Connor straightened up, Wesley turned to look around the room. Connor took another step forward to hand over the drink.
“Oh. Thanks.” Wesley quickly opened the bottle and downed half of it.
“There’s just the mattress to go really. The last big thing anyway.” Connor sipped on his beer, more slowly than Wesley did.
“Yeah. Some boxes in the car too. Thanks for your help. I know-” Wesley paused before pouring the rest of the beer down his throat. “Another? It’s kinda hot yeah?”
Wesley walked around Connor and back to the Esky, before Connor could protest another beer was placed on the bench next to him. “Thanks,” he replied as Wesley opened his second drink and continued to look around the room. For a moment they both stood in silence.
“It’s a nice place,” Connor said, hoping to make conversation and ease at least a little tension between the two of them.
“Thanks. I was pretty lucky with the job and the location. Lucky too that Mum and Dad were replacing some of their furniture.” Wesley laughed a little before taking another sip.
“At least they didn’t try to give you their secondhand mattress.” Connor joked.
Wesley almost spit out the beer in his mouth. “Nope. I don’t wanna think about that, thanks.”
“Sorry.” Connor finished his first beer before he looked at the second waiting for him. Wesley had almost finished his second, downing them pretty quickly. “Everything OK?” Connor asked, noticing a light sheen of sweat on Wesley’s face.
“Yeah. Just needed a break from the moving and the heat you know. Been hard work today.”
Connor only shrugged. He hadn’t found it that hot as they had moved, but he was a little fitter than Wesley. Maybe it was just excitement or nerves about moving into his own place.
“Shall we get on with it?” Connor asked, pushing himself off the bench.
“Yeah. Could we grab the stuff from my car?” Wesley asked. Connor noted the change in tone. The younger man seemed to be genuinely asking for Connor’s help, for the first time today.
“I guess. I was kind of hoping to be done soon.” Connor checked his watch, it was already past five. He didn’t have other plans, but didn’t necessarily want to spend more of his day in this level of awkward social tension.
“It won’t take long. It would be great to have you help with those things. They’re kinda heavy that’s all.” Wesley smiled. “You didn’t just build up those muscles to impress the boys did you?”
Connor couldn’t help but laugh at the first joke Wesley had made to him since he was probably twelve years old. “You noticed did you?”
“Uh, well, you know, you obviously work out,” Wesley stammered his reply, before walking past Connor and out of the apartment.
Connor followed and joined Wesley at the boot of the car. “So which is the heaviest?”
Wesley pointed to a box labelled books and they each grabbed an end. The box wasn’t large, but it was heavier than most of the others. They walked side by side and they moved away from the car.
“Hold up.” Wesley stopped and shifted his hand. As he moved along the base of the box, his fingers brushed against Connor’s. Welsey flinched away, pulling his hand out from under the box. Connor tried to correct the imbalance but couldn’t and the box fell from his hands onto the path outside the door.
“Shit.” Connor muttered, bending down to pick it up. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just. Sorry.” Wesley stood while Connor righted the box. It was a little bent out of shape, two of the corners were crumpled.
“Lucky it wasn’t fragile.” Connor pushed his knee onto the box, lifting a corner enough so that he could slide a hand underneath. He angled it up for his other hand and then stood, his t-shirt lifting as he held the box tight against his chest. “Where do you want it?”
Wesley’s jaw dropped. “Oh. You just got the whole-”
“Yep. But it’s still heavy.” Connor gritted his teeth as he walked into the apartment. “Where do you want it?”
“Shit. Right, on the dining table I guess.” Wesley stepped in close behind before overtaking Connor to make space on the table. Connor placed the box down and stepped back. Now he was the one sweating.
“Looks like these muscles do impress.” Connor laughed before lifting his t-shirt to wipe his brow. As he looked back at Wesley, he saw the younger man still standing slack-jawed in front of him.
There were only four more things in Wesley’s car. Connor took it upon himself to take the two heavier boxes, leaving Wesley to move the big bags of clothes. As they worked, Connor occasionally felt Wesley’s eyes on him. Clearly the younger guy was impressed with Connor’s strength.
“Maybe you should start to hit the weights,” he said as he placed the last box down in what would be the living room.
“Huh?” Wesley looked confused.
“Well, you’re clearly impressed or jealous or something. You keep watching me lift these boxes.”
“Yeah. You’re right.” Wesley avoided Connor’s eye contact now. “Another beer?”
“I think we should get the mattress done.” Connor had barely finished the sentence before he heard Wesley open another bottle. Connor glanced at him as he drank, noticing the slight flush in his face and the shine of the sweat on his forehead. Either this kid was really unfit or something had him nervous. Maybe he was worried about being alone with Connor, after so many years of avoiding him and disliking him.
Wesley let out a sigh after the first big gulp of his beer. Connor decided now might be a good time to clear the air. He stepped over to the kitchen and grabbed himself a drink. As he bent into the cooler, a drop of sweat ran down his back and between his cheeks. Connor instantly regretted wearing jeans with no underwear. He stood and faced Wesley, whose eyes darted away to the living room again.
“So Wesley. I just wanna say I get it.”
Wesley’s head snapped back to Connor. “What?”
“I get why you and I haven’t really like connected.”
“Oh no. It’s just-”
“It’s okay. I noticed that you kind of avoid me whenever I come over. And don’t worry. I understand why.” Connor placed a hand on Wesley’s shoulder, aware of the younger man tensing up as he did so.
“You mean. You know?” Wesley gulped down some more beer.
“Well, I kind of worked it out, or maybe assumed.”
“Assumed? Oh shit.”
“But like I said. It’s okay. We’re adults now. We can move past it right?”
Wesley raised an eyebrow. “I guess so. Yeah. We’re both old enough now is what you’re saying?”
“Yeah. I guess now could be a good time to get it out in the open.”
Wesley took another sip of beer, more slowly this time. Connor could feel him tense up a little.
“I think Nathan would be happy if we worked out whatever we need to work out. Don’t you?” Connor continued.
“Nathan knows?” Wesley sounded surprised.
“Well, yeah. I mean he knows there’s something between us.”
“Oh shit.”
“So, should we get it out in the open?” Connor turned to face Wesley, placing his bottle on the bench.
Wesley’s eyes widened. “Do you want to?”
“If you want to.” Connor smiled.
“Uh. Yeah.” Wesley finally matched Connor’s smile.
“Good. So why-” Connor couldn’t finish the sentence. Wesley moved quickly, his lips mashing against Connor’s and his tongue thrusting forward. Caught off guard, Connor responded by opening his mouth, allowing Wesley’s tongue to enter and fight against his own. A deep breath escaped the younger man, Connor feeling the hotness against his face. Wesley pushed forward, his tongue working frantically, his lips open wide, the kiss sloppy with inexperience.
Connor regained his composure and lifted a hand, placing it on Wesley’s chest and gently moving him away.
“What was that?” Connor asked.
“What? You said you knew about-” Wesley’s jaw dropped. His face flushed red. “No. No you said. You mean. You didn’t.” Wesley turned away dropping his head into his hands.
The realisation dawned on Connor as Wesley walked away, closing the door to the bathroom behind him. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as the realisation of Wesley’s crush hit him. But he dropped his head and took a deep breath before walking over to the bathroom door, recognising he had made the wrong assumption about Wesley through all these years.
Connor stopped by the closed door.
“Hey Wes. You okay?” He asked quietly.
No reply came.
“You feel shit eh? Trust me I know.” Connor leant against the door, deciding that he needed to push forward to help Wesley anyway. “Remember Reece, on your brother’s footy team? The party you hosted after they won the premiership. I’d had a couple too many beers, so had he. I did what you just did. The guy bolted. Literally ran out of your house. Hasn’t said a single word to me since, except to introduce me to each of his girlfriends. At least you made a move on a guy who was into guys.” Connor hoped the humorous approach would open Wesley up a bit.
“Reece was hot though. You have good taste.” Wesley spoke softly through the door.
Connor’s laugh burst from him. “He was right? Not the hottest on that team but Dylan always had a girl on his arm so I had no chance there.”
“Yeah well, Nathan said he was hung like a horse so that’s no surprise.” Connor could hear Wesley relaxing as they spoke.
“You ever try to sneak into their change rooms when you went to watch Nathan play? I did.”
“Nah. I was too scared to.”
“I never got there. Turns out that coming out gets those guys to put their guards up big time. Not your brother though. He was always cool.”
Wesley didn’t reply to that comment.
“He’ll be cool when you tell him too.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
Another moment of silence through the door.
“So, Wesley. What you did is not the worst thing that’s happened to a young guy in your position. I was honestly convinced you hated me. Want another beer? We’ve still got a mattress to move.” Connor glanced out the window and saw that the sky was darkening. It was getting late now.
“Sure. Promise you’re not freaking out?” Connor heard Wesley grab the door handle.
“Promise.” Connor walked back to the kitchen to allow Wesley room to exit.
The door opened and the younger man stepped out, his eyes firmly planted on the floor. Connor stepped forward and held out the glass bottle.
“Thanks.” Wesley spoke softly and lifted his head to sip at the drink. He still avoided Connor’s eye.
“No worries.” Connor looked Wesley up and down, for the first time in his life. He noticed that the young man had grown into a pretty good looking guy. He was as tall as Connor but slimmer. His skin was smooth and his clothes fit well over his body. He had Nathan’s blonde hair. On Wesley it was slightly longer and a little messier. His eyes were a deeper shade of blue than his older brother’s. Wesley’s lips, which had been pressed against his own only moments ago, were full and plump, even pressed around the neck of the beer bottle. Connor shook his head, realising he was checking out his friend’s younger brother with more intent than he should.
“I’m sorry about that.” Wesley broke the silence. “When you said you knew and you understood, I thought you meant you know about the, you know.”
“About the gay thing.”
“Bi.” Wesley quickly corrected.
“Sorry. Bi.” Connor smiled. “I didn’t. Sorry. I mean, you hardly spoke to me for the last five years. I assumed you hated me.”
Wesley shook his head. “When you came out, it made me think, well, I made me realise that I had been kind of looking at you in more than just a looking up to you kind of way. If that makes sense.”
Connor nodded but said nothing, giving Wesley the time to speak.
“Anyway. I didn’t know how to be around you after that. So yeah, I avoided you. For a little while I thought I did hate you actually. But I guess that was just the fear thing.”
“I get it. Before I came out to your brother, I went through this stage of hardly speaking to him. I was worried I’d give myself away or he’d work out my secret. In the end he bailed me up and called me out on avoiding him. That’s when I let it all out. Told him everything.”
“And he was cool right?”
“Totally. He’s a great wingman even.”
“Eww. No thanks.” Wesley laughed and some of the tension between them released.
“Was that your first-” Connor stopped himself. “No. I shouldn’t ask. We should move this mattress before it’s dark eh?” Connor put his empty bottle down and stepped away from the kitchen bench.
“Uh. Yeah.” Wesley did the same and Connor noticed the blush that was probably caused by his half-asked question. “Are we, you know, cool?”
Connor searched for the right words. “Yeah. We’re cool. I’m super relieved you don’t hate me. A little surprised that you’re into guys to be honest. And shocked that you wanted to make out with me so badly.”
“It’s not the only thing-” Wesley stopped himself and hid a grin behind his hand. “I’m glad we’re cool. Leave it at that?”
“Deal.” Connor offered his hand to shake, which Wesley accepted with a smile.
Both men walked out of the apartment and saw that both of their cars were wide open.
“Shit. I’m glad you live in a safe place.” Connor closed the driver’s door of his ute as Wesley closed the boot of his car, then they walked around to Connor’s tailgate.
They stopped and looked at the mattress.
“I’ll jump up and push the mattress back. You hold onto it until I jump down and then we’ll take it off.” Connor felt more comfortable with Wesley now. The kiss had made things awkward, but in a different way. Some of the air had been cleared between them.
“Sounds good.” Wesley stepped aside to give Connor room to move up.
“This one I definitely won’t be able to carry myself. So no pulling out this time.”
Wesley and Connor’s eyes met before they both burst into laughter.
“No pun intended. You know exactly what I mean.” Connor stepped on the tow ball and pulled himself up into the tray. He was aware of Wesley’s eyes on him as he moved and as he began to push. A swell of pride rose again. He couldn’t help it.
The mattress moved to the edge of the tray and Connor gave it one more push. Enough of it hung over the edge that they would be able to grab it and drag it down. He hopped off and stood next to Wesley.
“You ready?”
Wesley nodded before the pair of them grabbed the edges and pulled. They adjusted their position as more of the weight came off the car. Connor moved to the other end to take the last of it off. With an end each they turned to move into the apartment. Getting through the front door was easy, but the turning and bending of the mattress through the bedroom door proved trickier.
“No. Turn to your right.” Connor instructed as the mattress wedged itself in the door frame.
“I can’t turn more. We’ve gotta bend it further.” Wesley pulled at the corner, which only made the mattress stick more.
“Hang on, I’ll come through.” Connor dropped down and crawled through the gap under the mattress. It was stuck diagonally across the door frame. As he moved through the small space and stood, he noticed immediately how close he was to Wesley, without much room to move. Both of them were starting to sweat now and Wesley’s t-shirt clung to his lean frame.
“What do you think?” Wesley asked.
Connor reminded himself that he was asking about the mattress. “I just think we both need to give it a good pull and we’ll be right.”
“You still talking about the mattress?” Wesley winked.
Connor laughed and nudged the younger man. “Yes and you don’t need to get five years of dirty jokes out in one night Wes.”
Wesley held his hands up in defence. “Okay okay. So we grab a corner each and pull?”
“That’s it.” Connor reached up and grabbed the top corner with one hand, with the other he curled his fingers about halfway down. Wesley moved into a similar position.
They were close now, Connor could feel the heat from the younger man’s body and as they moved into their final position Wesley’s hip pushed against his own. He wasn’t sure if it was Wesley who shivered slightly or himself.
“You know I always thought-” Wesley started.
“Don’t get any ideas.” Connor laughed and then pulled on the mattress. It budged slightly.
Wesley joined in the next pull, sliding more of the mattress along the floor. After the next, most of it was through the door and they were able to turn it a little more.
“One more and we’re through I think.” Connor said, still painfully aware of the younger man’s body against his own. He took a deep breath to calm himself.
“Ready?” Wesley asked.
“Go.” Connor confirmed and they both pulled. The mattress slid loose from the door frame and began to topple. Both men tried to hold the weight from one end but it proved too much. The mattress went down and took them with it. Connor tripped over Wesley’s tangled feet and landed flat on his back. Wesley failed in steadying himself and landed on top of Connor.
Each of them let out a deep breath before laughing.
“Was that part of your plan?” Connor asked, feeling Wesley’s chest heaving against his own.
“No, but now that we’re here…?” A smile spread slowly across Wesley’s face before he licked his lips.
Connor felt the growth between them, both his own and that of the younger man. There was no denying that, at least physically, both of them wanted this. But what about Nath-
Connor was again interrupted by Wesley’s lips, with even more urgency behind him than before. Connor responded instantly. His lips opened. His tongue darted into Wesley’s mouth. The younger man shifted his body, straddling Connor and pressing even more firmly against him. Both of them sensed the physical need between them and, without speaking, agreed that it was too late to deny it.
Wesley moved first, lifting his hips to unbutton his pants. His body shuffled as he attempted to slide them off without removing his lips from Connor’s. They got stuck halfway down. Connor broke the kiss and opened his eyes to look. He saw that Wesley had removed his pants and his underwear in one move. Now the younger man’s six inch, intact dick was sticking rigid from his body in full view. Connor smiled before wrapping an arm around Wesley and turning him over onto his back. He moved down to grab the stuck pants and with one sharp tug removed them fully. A sigh of relief escaped the man laying back on the bed.
Connor stood beside the mattress and quickly removed his jeans. Without any underwear on himself the revealing of his own six inches came quicker.
“Oh fuck.” Wesley said, unable to hold himself back.
Connor smiled before moving back down. Before he had even hit the mattress, Wesley reached up and snaked his fingers around the back of Connor’s head, pulling it down to mash their lips together again. Both the men moved quickly, their tongues fighting, their lips moving. Wesley slid his tongue wildly, seemingly attempting to touch every centimetre of Connor’s mouth.
“Slow down a little.” Connor managed to force the words out between Wesley’s frantic movements.
“Sorry.” Wesley dropped his head back and panted. “It’s just. You asked before.”
Connor raised an eyebrow.
“Yes.” Wesley blushed an ever deeper shade of red. “This is my first.”
Connor smiled. “That’s good to know.” He leant down and gently placed his lips against Wesley’s. A shudder passed through the younger man and Connor felt his hot breath against his lips.
“Fuck. That was good.” Wesley broke their kiss and spoke softly before lifting his head again. For a minute they just made out, this time Wesley took the time to enjoy the sensation of their intimate contact. As they kissed Connor settled his body on top of Wesley’s, enough that they were pressed together, without pushing the younger man down too hard. He felt the erection against his hip and the steady leaking of precum.
Wesley responded to the move by grinding up to meet Connor. The slickness slid between them and the younger man moaned. Connor slid a hand down Wesley’s side before it slipped under his lower back, urging him to push a little harder.
“Oh God!” Wesley groaned, breaking the kiss as his head fell back.
“You like that?” Connor asked.
“Fuck yes. I’ve been-” A pant interrupted his words.
“You’ve been thinking about it?”
Wesley looked away. “Yes.”
“What else have you been thinking about?” Connor’s own dick twitched as the intent to take this further became clear.
A smile spread across Wesley’s face again. As he turned back to face Connor, he moved his hand down the older man’s back. Connor shuddered as Wesley’s fingers squeezed his cheek. “This.” Wesley winked before his other hand moved and both grasped him firmly.
Connor raised his eyebrows. “You want that to be your first?”
“More than anything.”
Connor smiled and reached a hand between them. Wesley resumed their kissing as Connor’s fingers slinked over the teen’s length, sliding around the wet foreskin to collect as much slickness as possible. With his fingers sufficiently wet, Connor moved up to his haunches above Wesley, removing his t-shirt as he did so. He saw the change in the boy’s eyes but as he moved his fingers back to slide against his hole, Connor noticed the realisation replacing disappointment. Wesley grinned and shifted to pull his own shirt from his body.
Reaching down with his free hand, Connor lifted Wesley’s arm. He brought the open palm to his mouth and spit. He normally wouldn’t fuck without lube but he saw the steady stream of precum leaking from Wesley and knew that he wouldn’t need much extra. Connor directed Wesley’s wet hand back to the stiff cock beneath him. As he slid his wet fingers in and out of himself, he watched Wesley stroke slowly and coat his length with the wetness.
Connor let out a deep sigh as his hole relaxed around his fingers. He paused for a moment, allowing himself the time to adjust. Wesley wasn’t the thickest dick he’d taken, but young guys fucked hard. Especially virgin ones with years of pining behind them.
“You ready?” Connor asked.
Wesley’s eyes widened. “Fuck yes. Please. Fuck.”
Connor smiled and moved up Wesley’s body. He moved the younger man’s hands back before reaching behind himself to take Wesley’s dick in his own hand. He shifted slightly, guiding the already throbbing erection toward his entrance. Wesley lifted his hips slightly, just as the head pressed against it.
“Wait. Wait.” Connor panted. “First lesson, the first move has to be the bottom’s okay?”
Wesley let out a long breath and relaxed. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. But if you stick that thing in too hard it’s game over for both of us.” Connor smiled and ran a hand down the bare, smooth body beneath him. He felt the goosebumps break out over the skin. Wesley only nodded in reply.
Connor settled himself and, holding Wesley’s cock in place, slowly lowered. He breathed deeply as the stiffness opened him up, forcing himself to relax and take it. Wesley’s body stiffened and a sharp grunt escaped him. His eyes screwed shut.
“Relax.” Connor urged and the new top complied as more of his cock slid inside.
“Fuck. That’s. Oh my God.” Wesley panted the words out. His eyes remained closed with his head pushed back into the bare mattress.
Connor let out one last deep breath as he took the last of Wesley’s dick inside him. He paused for a moment, his arse resting against Wesley’s hips. He reached down and stroked the younger man’s sides.
“There you go Wes.” Connor spoke softly.
Wesley opened his eyes and locked them onto Connor’s. “It feels so good.”
Connor smiled. “You feel pretty good too.”
“Can I?” Wesley pushed his hips ever so slightly.
“Let me first.” Connor shifted a little, ensuring he was fully relaxed for what he knew would be a hard and fast fuck from the younger man. He moved his feet and lifted his body a little before sliding back down to take Wesley’s cock again. The younger man grunted and a shudder passed through both of them.
Connor could see the pleasure in Wesley’s eyes and decided to make the most of the moment of control he had over the younger man. He lifted his body, moving up and down on Wesley’s cock, taking as much of it as he could with each movement. Connor felt the hardness stretching him as the younger man panted and shivered.
“That’s so good Connor. Fuck.” Wesley moaned the words between his heavy breaths. “It’s so. Fuck.”
Connor increased the pace, bouncing on the younger man’s body. He leant back slightly, bracing himself with a hand behind him as he moved harder and faster. A ripple of pleasure passed through him as Wesley’s cock slid deep. He moaned as his own dick bounced stiff against him. He bucked again, taking Wesley deep and hitting his own prostate.
“Fuck Wes. That’s good.” Connor cried out.
“So good. I’m-” Wesley let out a long deep moan. “Fuck.”
“You like that?”
“Yes. Connor. Fuck.”
Connor pushed himself up again, shifting his legs and leaning forward. He pushed his lips against Wesley’s and the younger man immediately thrust his tongue forward. The new position lifted Connor’s hips and in the new space Wesley immediately began to thrust. He fucked hard and deep, grunting into Connor’s mouth.
Connor moved to lift his head, to regain some control over his hard-fucking new top. But Wesley’s hand moved more quickly, wrapping his fingers around his head and holding him in place. Wesley kissed him hard as he thrust into him. He grunted and Connor’s body stiffened. Wesley’s head fell back, his eyes screwed shut and without any warning, he exploded deep inside of Connor. The cock that filled him pulsed and Connor felt the warm rush of cum fire, coating his hole. Wesley shook beneath him, his grunts and moans filling the room. His tense body rippled with pleasure as he pumped his seed deep. Connor braced himself for the last few thrusts as Wesley pushed through his climax, only slowing as the last of his cum dripped from his twitching cock. Then Wesley let out a deep sigh.
Connor relaxed as well, but stayed in position, Wesley’s cock still deep in his hole. The younger man slowly opened his eyes, but avoided looking at Connor.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to, you know, so quick.”
Connor tried to stifle his laugh. “Don’t be sorry. It’s part of the deal for your first time.” He shifted a little, causing another shudder to pass through Wesley. “I think you lasted longer than I did.”
Wesley chuckled. “Thanks, I guess.” He finally looked at Connor. “So that was okay?”
“You’ve got a bit to learn, but it’s far from the worst I’ve had.” Connor leant down and planted a light kiss on Wesley. “Are all your towels packed away? I don’t want to, uh, leak on your bare mattress.”
Wesley’s eyes widened. “Shit. They are. Um. Just use this.” He reached down and picked up the t-shirt he had just stripped off. Connor lay it out on the mattress before sliding off the new top’s body and laying back. He felt Wesley’s load start to leak from his open hole.
“That was-” Wesley searched for the words. “Wow.”
“Glad you enjoyed it.”
“Do you want me to…?” Wesley nodded toward Connor’s still-hard dick.
“Sure.” Connor smiled.
Wesley’s eyes lit up and with one quick movement he knelt beside Connor. He took a moment to run his fingers over Connor’s hard cock before diving down with his open mouth. The head hit the back of Wesley’s throat and he immediately gagged, pulling back and coughing before looking at Connor with his eyes watering.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Just go slow. Use your lips more than your teeth and slide up and down.” Connor ran an encouraging hand through Wesley’s long, messy hair.
Wesley gulped before starting again. He sealed his wet lips around Connor’s head and began to move, sliding the skin down. He continued until Connor flinched as Wesley pulled the skin too far.
“Oh shit.” Wesley moved back. “What now?”
“You just pulled the skin back a bit far. It’s all good.”
“They make it look so easy in porn.”
Connor laughed. “Well they’re professionals, experienced and far less nervous.”
“I’m not-” Wesley halted his own protests and flopped back on the bed. “Sorry.”
“You wanna watch instead this time?” Connor slipped his fingers around his wet, rigid dick.
Wesley moved quickly to prop himself up on one elbow. “Sure.”
Connor started to stroke. A shudder of pleasure immediately passed over his body and he knew this wouldn’t take long. He worked with intent, eager to find his own orgasm and give Wesley a good show. He moaned as he stroked, tensing his legs to work himself closer to his orgasm.
“Feel good?” Wesley asked.
“So good.” Connor panted. “You wanna help?”
“Yeah!” Wesley couldn’t hide his excitement.
“How do you feel about fingering me?” Connor’s breathing was heavy.
Wesley moved without hesitation, sliding a hand between Connor’s open legs. “Oh damn. It’s so wet.”
“That’s all because of you.”
“I know. I came so much.” Wesley spoke softly as he slid a finger inside Connor’s still leaking hole.
Connor moaned in response, his dick twitching in his hand. He picked up the pace on his own dick, pushing himself closer to his own orgasm. “Use two,” he urged.
Wesley complied and began thrusting two fingers in and out of Connor’s hole. “Like that?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.” Connor shuddered again and his legs tensed. He was right on the edge now.
“Damn that’s hot.” Wesley spoke softly, as if to himself.
“Go deeper and I’ll cum.” Connor grunted, his hand working himself furiously now.
Wesley’s eyes widened as he shoved his fingers deep. Connor’s hole stretched and as Wesley found his spot his climax hit. He moaned as his cock fired, pulsing his load over his body in thick, heavy ropes. His eyes screwed shut as he grunted, feeling his seed land on his chest and his abs as Wesley continued to thrust his fingers into him.
“Oh shit. Fuck!” The words echoed off the bare walls as his orgasm tore through his body. He panted and his body shook until the last of his seed dribbled out. Wesley slowed his movements as Connor came down. As Connor relaxed back into the bed, the younger man slowly withdrew himself.
“Wow.” Wesley sat back on his haunches and Connor felt his eyes roaming his body.
“Yeah. Is that – what you – wanted?” Connor asked, attempting a smile.
“For now.” A grin spread again across Wesley’s face.
“We can talk about that later.” Connor slowly slid from the bed, taking Wesley’s t-shirt with him to wipe the mess from his body.
“Sure.” Wesley stood beside him. “Uh, you know how you didn’t want to make a mess?”
Connor turned back to look at where Wesley was pointing. He had felt the shots of his cum against his body, he hadn’t noticed the thick rope that had missed completely and spread across the bare mattress.
“Shit. Sorry.” Connor finished wiping up and balled up the t-shirt.
Wesley laughed. “Don’t be. I had to dispose of my old mattress myself. No way I wanted Mum and Dad to see the stains on that one.”
Connor shook his head. “So you’re glad I’ve started this one off right?”
“I sure am.” Wesley patted Connor’s arse. “Are you okay with it?”
Connor thought for a moment. “Let’s have another beer and I’ll work it out.”
Wesley’s eyes widened a little. “We’re okay though right?”
“Yes Wesley. We’re okay.” Connor stepped around the mattress to move back to the living room. “Just don’t tell your brother.”
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