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COA: Wesley's Adventures Ch. 01

By: munku



Nervously, Wes glanced around the corner into the shower room and saw exactly what he figured he would see, something he almost wished he would not see. There, under the steaming hot shower, stood a young man with an older, middle aged man kneeling in front of him with the young man's hard cock half in and half out of his mouth.

The young man, if he was out of his teens Wes would be surprised, had his eyes closed, his head tilted up towards the tiled ceiling covered with condensation with his mouth partially dropped open. He looked decently strong with small defined pecks unspoiled by chest hair, arms and legs of a medium thickness toned quite nicely and the thick muscle currently being suckled by the man in front of him. His hands started to intertwine with the older fellows short brown hair as the man took more and more of his thick cock further into his mouth, and then he paused before slowly pulling his mouth back up the shaft towards the young man's head.

The young man was not particularly endowed lengthwise, however his thickness made up for that small infraction. Wes could not take his eyes off that scene, it was one thing watching two men sharing oral pleasure on the internet but when it came to seeing two people really engaging in the carnal pleasures of a blowjob it seemed somehow so much better, especially that the two lovers were not aware of his presence. 

The older man moved back down the young man's cock with his lips faster, pushed down as far as he could and pulled back up. The young man gave out a shuddering gasp full of lustful pleasure feeling the lips of the older man wrapped around his cock and his tongue trailing along the underside.

"Oh yes, Dan..." The young man whispers as the older man pulls back against his head and stays on that spot, pushing his lips forwards to cover the head and drawing back with light suckling sounds, ignoring the young man's shaft for the moment. "Oh god..."

Wes tried to tare his eyes away again thinking that the couple must want their privacy, in the back of his mind that Afterdark was not a place of privacy in creation, equally the fact that Dan and the young man were engaged in oral sex in the open showers did not cross his mind, again his eyes would not leave the engagement. He had received oral sex on only one occasion, one of his first sexual partners but even that only lasted a few moments, anyone who he slept with was not interested in giving oral sex. 

Dan reached around the young man's hips with one hand and placed his palm against his ass and started pumping his mouth up and down the young man's shaft faster with increasing urgency as if he had only moments before he had to stand up, shower and leave. The young nameless man cried out in pure pleasure as Dan increased his speed, his head dropped down and his eyes opened looking down at the top of Dan's head, and still Wes went unnoticed. The young man moaned agreeably with the warm and wet pleasure of Dan's mouth working quickly over his hard cock as he started petting his current lover's neck. 

Wes watched as Dan seemingly pulled the young man's hips towards him, at that moment the young man felt one of Dan's fingers press against his asshole trying to push itself through. He hissed in ecstasy, his head rolled to the side with his open eyes and say Wes standing in the doorway.

Wes, virtually frozen in mid-place before, completely froze up seeing the young man staring back at him. The young man's light smile broadened as his eyes trailed down Wes' form, down over his sleek stomach to the white towel he wore around his hips to hide his maleness. He licked his lips as Wes looked down and held his throat tightly around a squeak of embarrassment that wanted to escape. He had an incredible hard-on under his towel which showed everything, the humidity of the Afterdark helped make the cotton fabric pliable and thus the towel molded around his hard-on defining every curve and shape. 

The young man suddenly closed his eyes and let out a small cry, unseen by Wes the finger pressing against the teens ass pushed beyond his glory hole and into his medium sized body. His eyes opened, Wes thought he might have time to escape and tried to move unsuccessfully, instead he watched as the young man brought a hand up and beckoned Wes to come closer. Below him, Dan mumbled something unintelligible, the young man muttered a pleasurable groan in response as if he knew what the man said when Wes did not. His eyes opened up, through the corner of his peripheral vision he spied Wes, pulled back off the young man's cock and smiled with a line of drool or precum oozing down the corner of his mouth.

"If you watch, you either join or take the towel off." Dan stated. "Right Josh?"

Even before Josh, the young man, could answer Dan swallowed the hard cock jutting out in front of him and pushed back down the length of the shaft as if he was a young child eagerly suckling on a Popsicle on a hot summers day. 

Josh nodded, "Yes. Show us that cock of you—" He could not finish the sentence, a bright flash of pleasure engulfed him as he felt Dan slowly starting to fuck him with his finger. "—going to cum s-soon."

Wes' hand complied before he had a moment to ponder what the pair were asking, before he knew what was happening he held his white cotton towel off to the side showing his erect cock pointing straight out at the sexually aroused couple further in the shower. 

Josh gasped and managed to speak before biting down on his lips and setting his hands on Dan's shoulders. "V-Very nice..."

Wes gave himself a brief glance. His hard on protruded outwards just over seven inches, though his thickness was unknown to him he gathered it was somewhere around one and three-fourths of an inch. His foreskin had pulled itself back and under the dull luminescence of the artificial lighting he saw a tiny glint of precum on the tip of his pinkish-purple head.

His attention whipped back to Josh and Dan as Josh blurted out "now" as his breath started to come in quick, deep gasps. Wes watched as Josh went rigid, his legs shook for a moment and he let out a strangled gasp, in front of him Dan groaned deeply and instantly started to slow down over Josh's cock and swallowing quick and frequently. Josh constantly groaned and sighed as he kneaded Dan's shoulder blades. Dan stopped taking the whole erection into his mouth and concentrated on the head with slow and loud suckles until he stopped altogether and just suckled on the head.

Wes could almost smell Josh's wonderful orgasm as it came watching with a certain vividness as Dan took the full brunt of the first few shots of the orgasm into his mouth just to swallow them quickly only to slow down and relish the seed as if it were a delicacy. He watched as Dan pulled back, Josh's penis popping out of his mouth bobbing up and down for a moment before quieting and shrinking. 

"Want to go to my room for some more fun?" Dan asked. "I'd love to feel you around me."

"Please." Josh whispered almost whimpering.

*****

Wes sat in the hot tub at the back of the room, the one raised a good three feet above the first hot tub. The water churned and bubbled around him, the heat relaxed him and allowed his mind to wander astray back to the sight of Dan giving Josh a blowjob. The hard-on he acquired without his knowledge lasted a fair length of time after the couple wandered out of the showers, after Josh gave his cock a quick grope and squeeze and him a sly wink.

Now he seemed alone in the huge two level complex with the basement was mainly public rooms for people to watch consensual sexual acts or fetishes while the first floor was mainly private rooms and the two hot tubs, three shower rooms and two saunas. At first he found himself in the hot tub wishing for a young man about his age to come to the hot tub, sit down and start a nice conversation and maybe ask him if he wanted to fool around but no one came, maybe that was for the best.

The more he thought about the incident in the shower room the more aroused he became, and the more aroused he became the more afraid he found himself to be. He had never been with a guy before for anything sexual, not even a kiss. He originally came for the bisexual area but the hot tubs were down for cleaning, and being male he decided to come to the men-only area. He always knew he was not straight as an arrow, he eyed over both of the sexes almost equally, yet he could never dare himself to actually hit on a person or go for something more than just a casual peck on the cheek in greeting. 

His eyes opened moments after hearing movement from somewhere in the close vicinity, a man in his late twenties or early thirties dressed only in his white towel wrapped around his midsection walked up the first set of stairs onto the deck holding the first hot tub. He smiled, with courtesy in mind Wes returned the smile, closed his eyes and went back to his thoughts and the relaxing feeling of the hot water surrounding him. 

Not more than a few moments past before he heard the man say: "This one is so much warmer." The voice was close. Wes opened his eyes and saw the man's foot half in the water. He pulled it out and set it back on the deck. "Would you mind if I joined you?"

"Not at all." He said.

Whether or not Wes wanted the man to join him was irrelevant, this was a public place and anyone who wanted to come into the hot tub could just slip in, of course the new comer was just trying to be polite. He gave the handsome man a smile, closed his eyes and set his head back against the perimeter boundary of the hot tub again.

"May I ask your name?" The man asked. "I'm Brent."

"Nice to meet you, Brent." Wes said. "I'm Wes."

Brent was a nice name for a handsome man. He was not quite as athletic looking as Josh but built fairly well with only a minor belly, a small line of hair went between his small hairless nipples, stopped and from what he saw before Brent sat down his belly was surrounded by light brown hair leading down to his groin in a treasure trail. Unlike Wes' overgrowth of pubic hair, Brent's hair was nicely trimmed even and short. Brent also had a little bit of stubble over his face.

"I don't think I've seen you down here before." Brent stated.

Wes nodded, "I've never been down here before. I came for the men and women portion but the hot tubs seem to be closed for a couple hours."

Brent nodded, Wes caught a glimpse of his kind, soft blue eyes and saw something behind them but suddenly yawned and dropped that thought. Brent stretched out and let out a yawl as he gave out his own yawn, apparently they were contagious, and set his arms at full length over his half of the tub before sinking down into the water.

"Ah, so I take it you are straight but open minded." Brent said, at least Wes thought it was just a statement.

Wes made a face, in essence he was only bi-curious because he had never explored his sexuality when it came to other men, not out of a lack of chance to explore but because of his fear. His best friend Greg is gay, once when they were drunk he suggested that he might like to help Wes with his predicament in finding out if he was bisexual or straight, he also hinted that he might love to pleasure Wes when a need was there, if he was actually bisexual. Of course, those could just be the ramblings of a drunk man. Right.

"I dunno." He said honestly. He never had a knack for lying and therefore tried to avoid lies whenever possible. The truth sometimes proved far more strange than fiction. "I've thought about playing with a guy but..."

A short pause went by before Brent nodded. "I see."

The conversation died right there, after a while Brent started to look around as if in a daze, a few minutes after that Wes closed his eyes and set his head back down on the metallic blue siding of the hot tub and fell into a silent, thoughtless state of relaxation. Slowly his mind went from nothing to a slightly altered perspective of the scene between Dan and Josh in the shower room, in that scene he was still watching but from a closer vantage point, a much closer vantage point. He could see Dan's saliva coating the flesh over Josh's stone-under-skin erection that just itched for the brutal pleasure of an orgasm, and in that scene playing out in his head Josh did have an orgasm. Instead of taking the orgasm in his mouth, Dan pulled back moments before Josh came and watched as Josh's seed exploded out and landed on his chest in a gooey mess. 

That was one of the pleasures Wes found a long time ago, he liked the play to be wet and messy and yet no one liked to be came on let alone have his seed smeared out over their chest. That was one of the many things he would love to have someone do to him: cum on his chest and allow Wes to smear it over himself, or better yet, have the man smear it all over his chest for him. The other reason he wanted to have the cum splattered on his chest was the same reason that most women did not like to swallow, the taste. He highly doubted he would like the taste of the male orgasm.

Deep in the playful thoughts on one of his fantasies played out by Dan and Josh coupled with the relaxed state he was in, Wes did not feel the vibrations of Brent pushing his back away from the wall of the the metallic blue hot tub and glancing around neither did he feel the currents of Brent's movements as he shifted closer. Brent waited for a moment and moved closer cutting the original distance between them in half, still Wes did not move or even acknowledge that he knew Brent was moving. He set his hands back on the side of the hot tub and debated whether or not to make his move now, or move closer to the handsome male beside him obviously in his twenties but not very far in. 

He found Wes very attractive and with the confession that he might want to try something with a man, like Greg might want to help him with his bi-curiousness, he wanted to help as well. He knew what it was like coming out when he was about Wes' age and understood that he had to move slow and thoughtfully if he wanted to get anywhere, if he made any sudden moves or went too far he could easily scare the boy away from him or for that matter any other male.

He decided to move just a little closer and cut the distance between them by another half and set his arm that was on the opposite side of Wes back onto the bordering wall of the hot tub. This is far enough, he told himself and allowed his hand to sink into the water. He correctly gaged how deep the water was and where Wes' leg would be and stopped three or four inches above as he had a sudden thought on whether he should get to know the boy a little before trying to seduce him. What he did not know was the erotic scene running over and over in the young mans mind and just how much it aroused him. He felt something bump against his hand very lightly from the side, pulled his hand away a few centimeters and waited.

The scene running through his mind had changed somewhat, the players were different but the scene was the same, almost. Instead of Josh receiving the blowjob it was Brent, instead of Dan giving the head and receiving the orgasm it was him. He knew he had an erection and felt the head of his penis lightly touch up against something but payed little attention to it, in his fantasy Brent was just about to cum—He felt a sudden jolt of pleasure and surprise as something traced across the very tip of his head, out of the shock and fear he froze in the water even after the illusion of his fantasy shattered into the sudden blackness of his mind. He felt the same thing rub across his head the other way, towards his left and just as it should have gone away he felt something rub down from the rounded tip down the side to the bottom edge. 

He opened his mouth as if to say something and then he felt two somethings running over the head of his hard-on very lightly as if barely touching him, like fingers. He forced his eyes open, beside him about two feet away was Brent with one hand on the blue perimeter of the hot tub and the arm closes to him in the water stretching out towards him.

Brent smiled handsomely, what he did not know was the fact that Wes did not move because he did not really perceive the gentle first caress and not because he actually wanted it like Brent thought. He pulled his two fingers down Wes' head, over the little hump at the bottom and down onto his shaft. Wes' mouth dropped open in surprise and shock mistaken as pleasure, after that Brent lightly wrapped his paw around the shaft and pulled down to Wes' base. He did not give a moment of pause for Wes to say something instead he drew his hand up his shaft, over his head and went back down in a long, slow stroke.

Wesley could not believe what was happening to him! Brent was sitting very close with his hand wrapped around his shaft stroking him in light, long and slow strides with his hand, even beyond that he was shocked to feel pleasure running down his groin into his balls and behind into his hips, a small warm feeling. The hand firmed around his cock and continued the same slow stroke up and down over his shaft, yet the tightening brought a more intense pleasure and excitement. 

"Oh, you like that?" Brent whispered both pleased and amused on how easily it was to get Wesley's attention and his cock in hand, a nice cock with good length and decent girth. A well rounded cock. "How about this?"

Brent's hand suddenly jumped in speed, instead of a slow and firm grip he took a stronger grip and doubled his pace. Wes' mouth opened and he let out an astonished choke of pleasure as he inhaled deep at the same time, more than enough to let Brent know he really enjoyed what he was doing. He was intent on giving the young boy his first orgasm with a male. 

"Oh my god..." Wes whispered feeling the divine pleasure roaring through his penis and the heat that it brought.

He turned to Brent, a broad lusty smile had crept over his face showing his beaming pleasure for being the first male to stroke such a lovely cock, especially one attached to such a handsome fellow as Wesley. Brent slipped closer to Wes and dropped his other hand down into the frothing water, found the young man's hand and gently squeezed trying to affirm Brent meant no harm and only good. Even though Brent had been terrified the first time he was with a man that memory was dim and he wondered how someone could be so scared of such a pleasurable experience, though Wes had not verbally consented to this act Brent took the look on his face, the small quivers running over his body and the simple three word comment as a "go ahead".


Wes moved his hand out from under Brent's, no because he did not want to be touch but because he was unsure of his next move half frozen with the pleasure of Brent masturbating him in the hot tub and the fear and the knowledge that one of his fantasies was being realized. His hand moved away from him and stopped above Brent's invisible leg, a few inches down and to the left he would find the older man's penis and straight below the palm of his hand he would find Brent's leg, which did he want to go for?

"Sit up on the lip." Brent whispered and pulled his hand away at the same time.

Wes found himself slightly disheartened as Brent pulled his hand away, in that disheartened feeling he found confusion on both why Brent wanted him out on the lip of the hot tub and why Brent had pulled his hand away. He nodded anyways, pushed himself off the seat of the tub and set himself down on the lip all too conscious of the fact that he was naked and had a raging hard-on in front of Brent though he was also quite aware of the actions Brent preformed moments before. 

As soon as Wes lifted himself out of the water and sat himself down on the ledge with his legs closed and his cock sticking up in the air, Brent pushed himself from the wall and turned around straight in front of the young twenty-something year old handsome man, leaned over and down and opened his mouth letting out a soft sigh.


COA: Wesley's Adventures Ch. 01



The warm air of Brent's sigh stroked along the head of Wes' sensitive head, he gripped the lip of the tub against a shudder roaring through his being, breathless he watched as Brent leaned further down and flicked his pink tongue down n his cock. A shock of surprisingly heavy pleasure roared down the shaft of his cock that felt almost like the boom of fireworks as they exploded high in the sky, softly he let out a small moan as the tongue explored down the side of his head, down past the lip separating the sensitive uncut head to the shaft, down the shaft and finally stopping at the start of his pubic hair. Brent reached up with one of his hands, grabbed his shaft and pushed it up against Wesley's chest. His tongue slid to the underside of Wes' shaft and down onto the swelling underside of his sack containing his testicles dying for a release. 

He felt Brent's tongue gently stroking the underside of his sack, Brent started to stroke in slow, firm strides up and down his shaft as his tongue lapped over the underside of Wes' sack drawing pleasure from the chlorine taste mixed with the natural taste of Wesley's skin. He pulled his whole body back and dipped his head lower, his tongue slid down lower along Wesley's sack, down to the lower section normally facing his tight, virgin tailhole only inches away. Brent had a curious thought and wondered what Wes would do if he pushed the young man down onto his back and lapped a long trail between his legs and over his tailhole. Quickly he set that thought aside, that might be in the realms of Going To Far for the moment, he did not want to scare the poor boy to death on his first "play". 

He started to hear Wes relax, instead of the more or less silence punctuated with dots of moans and whines Wes gave out a long hard cry as he pushed a little harder against the young man's scrotum with his tongue keeping his strokes over the hard, decently long cock slow and steady. He traced his tongue over to the other hidden ball and up over the underside and pulled his hand away allowing his tongue to trail back up Wes' hard shaft all the way up to his pink tasteless head and up to the small slit. He felt something warm and wet against the slit, a second later he could taste a droplet of semi-salty precum trying to escape the tiny slit and quickly lapped it up with his own soft moan of pleasure listening to another astonished gasp from Wes.

Wes watched all of this and felt his nervousness beginning to pass, with that the pleasure started to increase, even Brent's hand felt so much better as it traveled in steady strokes up and down his member, and with a tremendous wave of pleasure forcing a exclamation from a forced, deep inhale of breath he watched as Brent took the head of his maleness into his mouth. He felt Brent's mouth close around the head of his penis and the start of a light suckle, instantaneously his heart slammed into his chest and his breath came in quick gasps as the pleasure heightened to something he had never felt before. The pleasure was definitely not as pleasurable as intercourse, yet it was almost better in a different way, a short time later all of his thoughts seemed to slip away as Brent started wandering down his cock sucking harder on his shaft with his tongue licking around his shaft as he wandered towards Wes' base.

Brent stopped his descent with only a few inches to go and started to wander back up, Wes' small cries of pleasure started to raise and become more frequent and even more urgent as he felt his orgasm starting to build deep in his balls. The astounding pleasure of the unwarranted blowjob from the handsome man was starting to drive him crazy just as fast as it started, and as Brent went back down on his cock taking another inch of his cock into his mouth it seemed that he would not be able to last too much longer. He felt like he was fifteen again in his seventeen year old girlfriends room feeling as if he was about to cum like a three pump jump. 

Brent pulled back up and quickly slid back down Wes' shaft suckling harder, lapping at the sides of his erection making his own lusty sounds of pleasure. His own hand went down to his cock between his legs under the water and gripped the long and thin hard on he had, as he stroked his cock he matched the speed with his mouth pumping up and down over Wes' shaft waiting for his first male with male orgasm. He wanted Wes to take hold of his cock and give him a blowjob but expected nothing, this was just his version of a 'Hello and Welcome to Afterdark. You're Cute'. He could always enlist the help of someone else for the other pleasures he wanted to experience tonight.

"S-Stop!" Wes cried feeling his orgasm about to explode. The cry was a natural reaction to his approaching orgasm, whenever his girlfriends were starting to give him a hand job they always wanted him to give out a warning so they could stop, people just hated messes. "Going to cum!"

Brent almost stopped to ask why the hell Wes wanted him to stop, that question crossed his mind and vanished just as fast. After the question kindly vanished, Brent reached up between Wes' legs with one hand and gripped the base of his hard, ready shaft, closed his eyes and pumped even faster on the beautiful cock buried in his warm, wet mouth.

Wes watched him for a very quick moment wondering if Brent was even aware that he cried out the warning. The moment passed and he was about to pass the point of no return, the point where his orgasm would not stop for anything and explode into Brent's mouth possibly without warning. He firmly pulled Brent's head away from his cock, closed his eyes and shuddered as the ferocious pleasure of his orgasm hitting the base of his member. Inhaling sharply he tried calming himself until he could feel his cum receding back into his body, as that happened Brent asked why he had stopped him.

"Because I don't think you'd appreciate me cumming in your mouth." Wes gasped and opened his eyes forcing his hand to stay in place and not grab his member and cum that way.

"Actually, I think I would appreciate that." Brent stated matter of fact-like and forced his head from between Wesley's hands down towards his penis once more, the word green in relation to Wesley's seemed to be too light of a word. He wondered if Wesley had ever had sex before, that thought vanished just as quickly as the question that popped into his head moments earlier as he retook Wesley's cock-head into his mouth. 

Wes gasped and watched as his cock vanished back into Brent's mouth, though his orgasm had receded back into his body fairly far in a matter of seconds he knew it would definitely be long before it welled back up and shot into Brent's mouth. Brent's eyes were tightly closed as he pumped up and down over Wes' sensitive head and hard shaft, as expected Wes' orgasm quickly started to build back up. 

He dropped his hands to the lip of the hot tub, his fingers gripped the metallic blue sides slick with water constantly being splashed around by both the motor fueling the jets and the motions from Brent as he rocked up and down on his cock. And then his orgasm roared into his shaft, as his creamy filling pushed up through the small vein he closed his eyes and let out a long, hard groan. The feeling was as tremendous as it was powerful, the feeling was something like too much liquid stretching a small rubber tube, on every single micrometer surrounding the small overfilled tube are nerves. As the hot, pushing feeling of the overfilled vein pushed forwards the warmth spread over his whole shaft, the nerves tingles and reflexively he pushed down as if trying to hold the orgasm down. That was where the pure explosive pleasure of his first male-on-male orgasm started to blow his mind. He shuddered and his cry broke as the nerves in his cock were pushed back from the thick, viscus liquid forcing itself through his vein. His eyes threw themselves open and oriented down at Brent, for a moment everything seemed utterly silent as he felt his cum pushing into his head.

He forced his hips not to move, they wanted to buck forward deeper into his mouth. He gave out one massive cry and gripped the side of the hot tub with every ounce of strength his arms could give. He felt himself cum, his orgasm roared through the last tiny length of his cock and exploded out into Brent's mouth. He heard Brent grunt and felt his tongue roll over the tip of his head as he stopped his pumping and orientated right there. Wes swore he was about to have a heart attack from the pleasure, the organ slammed so hard against the backside of his ribs he almost thought it would break through, and then he felt his member starting to pulse in the hot warmth of Brent's mouth allowing more and more of his cum to shoot out into his lovers mouth. 

Brent suckled and continued to groan with every renewed shot of cum escaping Wes' cock like an escaping prisoner he had to catch, above him Wes went silent after inhaling a deep breath holding it tightly in his lungs, and after that moment went by Wes allowed the breath to escape as the last bit of his cum oozed out of his head down onto Brent's tongue. The unrestrained pleasure of his orgasm faded into a auric ring of warmth quickly expanding around his whole midsection with the epicenter being in his sack below his hard, cum and saliva sticky shaft. 

His head dropped down against the back of his neck, his vision went from Brent up to the ceiling as he gasped for breath both unable to move from the divine pleasure and shaking hard. His legs, arms and his hips quivered and felt as if every single ounce of strength had been tapped and then sapped by Brent's tongue and his tight lips still wrapped around his head pumping up and down without touching his shaft. 

After what seemed like minutes, Brent pulled back from his cock and allowed his head the freedom of the air around them, freeing Wes' penis from the arousing prison of his mouth. His hips jolted as Brent's lips pulled back over his super-sensitive head into the cooler air around them, turning his attention from the ceiling back down to Brent he smiled, paused in the silence and gave out a slight nervous chuckle at a line of cum dribbling down the left corner of his mouth. Brent opened his mouth and lapped up the thick line of cum and quickly swallowed it all down into his stomach. Wes chuckled again, still the chuckle had a slight edge of nervousness about it as he wondered if he came too fast or tasted unappealing or...

Brent pulled himself up out of the water, lines and waves of the clear blue washed down his nice chest, over his hips and down passed his pubic area showing his own long, thin hard-on with his head facing Wes almost as if demanding his attention. The water ran down his thick trunks back into the water or dropped from his pubic bone back into the churning, hot water. He leaned forwards and two unexpected events happened: Brent pushed his hand onto Wesley's thigh, up towards his softening member and over onto his hand with a light squeeze, as the second surprise he leaned down and gently kissed Wes on the lips. The kiss was quick like a peck, but for Wes time seemed to slow down enough to make the peck seem as if there might be meaning behind it, like always time sped back up and the moment vanished into a memory.

Brent pulled the pliable hand belonging to Wesley forwards towards his crotch and gently laid the palm down over his stiff cock hoping and praying that Wesley would take that as a sign to help him out with at least a hand job though he would prefer a blowjob any day, again he knew Wesley was new (not even new was quite the right word) and did not want to scare him off. Wesley, still looking nervous, wrapped his paw around Brent's shaft and slowly began to stroke. He stiffened up, the pleasure of the young virgin (to males, maybe) hand starting to 'paw' him off felt good, not great but good. 

It was obvious to Brent that Wes was green in every sense of the word when it came to males including the apparent nervousness, because of that he had a difficult choice to make and now that he was starting to step on the bridge they might need to cross he had to choose one of three ways: yes, no or do nothing. He wrapped his hand around Wes and squeezed hoping that Wes would get the idea to take a stronger grip as he slowly pushed down and pulled up along his own uncut shaft. Wes learned quickly from the quick tutorial, his hand gripped Brent's shaft harder and started a little faster, Brent bit down on his lip and let out a small, almost forced gasp. Having someone else's hand on ones cock always felt good, but Brent knew even a hand job could feel a little better than this from someone at least with a little bit of experience, which obviously Wes did not have. He would have been able to tell that Wesley had never been with a man even if Brent was not made aware of that fact verbally.

Wes saw the look of pleasure on Brent's face, but that was not enough. What he saw between Dan and Josh seemed much better, a great deal more pleasure than he was giving Brent. He knew from the gentle nudge Brent gave him that he was not doing all that he should, and that was not good enough. He had never been with a person he had not pleased fully and completely, that was a record he did not want to break. He took a harder grip, a grip that he would use when masturbating himself down in his room at his parents place or in the shower and went a little faster, almost instantly the small amount of pleasure in Brent's face that he could detect became more full, more potent and completely obvious, even a light groan that escaped Brent's mouth whispered the awesome increase in his pleasure. Seeing the obvious increase in the pleasure he was giving out to Brent, Wes started to relax and quickened his pace staying at a decent rhythm a little slower than Brent had given him a blowjob to. 

Brent jerked and quaked as his mouth worked open and closed under the pretense of closed eyes. His pleasure at least doubled after Wes gripped harder and went faster as if he were masturbating himself without the fear of hurting him, this is exactly what he wanted to feel; thankfully the Gods smiled on him and allowed Wes to find some courage to do what he wanted. 

"Brent." A voice from behind them sternly growled.

Instantly Wes pulled his hand away from the penis as if it was ready to jump off Brent's body and bite him between the forefinger and the thumb, that little tender bit of flesh doubling as a pressure point and turned to the new voice with a look of utter terror figuring they had done something wrong, unknown to him they had. In front of him, Brent sighed and turned his head around, in front of the two hot tubs stood an older man in his mid forties, fully clothed with his arms crossed in front of his stomach.

"This is the second time I've caught you today, you know what that means." The old man said and turned to Wes. "Did you happen to read the sign as you came into the hot tubs?"

To be honest Wes shook his head and glanced around, against the left wall was a plain and obvious plaque that anyone with two eyes could see, yet somehow Wes did not. Acts of sexuality are strictly Prohibited. blushed furiously sitting on the side of the hot tub as he shook his head. The clothed middle aged man nodded.

"Alright, this is your one and only warning for the day." The man said and turned back to Brent. "The rule is that if you are caught twice in a day, or break the rules frequently you are banned for a full week from the upstairs hot tubs and exercise rooms. You, of course, are allowed in the basement."

Brent nodded and sighed, already his hard-on slowly started to fade. He turned to Wes and shrugged, not that leaving the young boy was something he was not terribly unhappy about, now he could find someone with experience. Oh, well, Wes might be cute but he's not specifically good.

Brent and the middle aged man left moments later, Brent wiped himself off and turned around only once to Wes who slipped back into the hot water trying as hard as he could to be invisible and therefor unnoticeable. That was all that happened that night, the pickings were slim to begin with and just about died after that, the only people who tried to coax him into sexual activities were the fifty-some year old people who had let themselves go fifteen years back, and even though he wanted to try more—and finish the hand job he was administering to Brent—there was nothing to do except sit in the hot tub for another hour and vanish from Afterdark soon after that.

Copyright 2005 ©, Nathan Peterson.



COA: Wesley's Adventures Ch. 02



He stood outside of the Water Spot, the bar that took the two and a half floors above the bi-level bathhouse called Afterdark. He thought after last Friday entering Afterdark would be easier, or at least the decision to enter Afterdark would be much easier to make, but in reality the choice he had to make was harder, much harder. The last time he went into the Afterdark, also the first time, was as easy as the decision he made to go into the gay section of the bathhouse upon finding that the straight/bisexual area hot tubs were closed for maintenance. What followed on that fateful day was a surprise, something that he could not have controlled.

Control. That was what the choice was about, control. Whether he knew what he was deciding or not is irrelevant, but it was the control—or possibly the lack thereof—that he found himself terrified about. Control is a double edged sword, one edge promised only events that could further a person emotionally, spiritually and even physically but on the other side, the other edge, there was always something that one would miss—or on the flip side, gain. Last Friday Wesley let go and the fantasy from being touched by a man was realized by Brent, a hand job and a blow job was given and yet in that loss of control after giving himself over to pleasure, Wesley and Brent were caught and Brent vanished from his life.

And it was Brent that was the other side of the double edged sword named Control. He gave himself up to Brent, not completely but just enough, and in giving himself up to Brent there was something gained, a tiny little thing that neither he or Brent could have foreseen, something blistered and popped, flared and flamed. And thus his lust was born, a lust for a hand and a mouth of a man, a particular man whom Wes doubted he would ever see again. 

Brent was the first man to touch him, the first handsome man to show him just how much he had been missing over the years, and that lead to dirty thoughts in the middle of the day, in the depths of the black night and everywhere in between. He could not get Brent out of his mind, even in class he could not escape the silent fantasy his mind concocted just to torture him with. His mind taunted him with pictures of Brent naked and sitting in various positions with that wonderful hard-on standing at attention in front of him, with images of Brent pleasuring him manually and orally; even worse than that, his mind gave him images of Brent sitting with his hands behind him, his head up towards the darkened ceiling with his eyes closed and mouth open; his legs slightly opened and Wes leaned over with his arched back and his mouth posed over the wonderful head connected to an aroused, hardened shaft.

The images of Brent sitting on the side of the churning water of the hot tub with steam smoking up towards the ceiling with his legs open and his hand softly caressing his own hard member while Wesley just watched from the other side that made his pants tent in the middle of Computer Programming 1A while the teacher droned on about polymorphism and inheritance of classes in regards to C++. The images of Brent with his hand down under his groin gently stroking his sack with his other hand reaching out and caressing Wesley's shaft made the erection under his blanket impossible to resist. It was the image of Brent kneeling behind Wesley in the doggy position with his finger pressing into his tight, virgin ass that made Wesley probe his tailhole with the tip of his finger.

It was those images combined with the unfulfillable lust and arousal that made him think of returning to Afterdark on this Friday night at almost three in the morning after drinking lightly with a few friends at the Other Side club for Alternative Lifestyles and heterosexuals with open minds. He had a chance to get laid, a young lady wanted to take him home and ride him until he could stand it no more, but that was not what he wanted. What he wanted was a nice man to pleasure him both with his hand and his mouth, and if he felt adventurous or lost Control maybe a little more...

That was doubtful, though he lusted for a finger or something else in his backside he could not see himself involved in that, not yet at least. That lust was what brought him to the Wet Spot which contained the entrance to the Afterdark both inside and at the back of the building, but it was also the attraction to Brent that made him wonder if this was such a good idea. 

Not everything he thought about was sexual when it came to Brent, in more than one fantasy he thought of him and Brent down at the Endsville Cafewhere all they did was talk, learn and eventually start to understand each other. He also saw them at dinner, over at Brent's place watching movies and a host of other relationship-type things. The images of him and Brent down in Afterdark under the Wet Spot aroused him with the unavoidable thoughts of entering the bathhouse; yet the images of him and Brent on a date, or just at coffee warmed his heart and demanded him not to enter, thus the majority of his predicament.

So he stood in front of the Wet Spot pondering his situation and the solution for each, both ended on a positive note but each had the undercurrent of something not as positive below the warming pleasure. He knew the risks of going inside, he may find someone and have a sexual encounter and thus he might feel a little guilty giving himself up to someone else. On the other side of the coin he had no idea where Brent worked, lived or played beyond Afterdark, therefore if he did not go in there would be absolutely no chance for them to see each other again. Another intrusive thought entered his mind, what if he did see Brent inside of the bathhouse? What if he wanted to go at it again (in a proper, sex allowed location) and all he wanted was to get off? Naturally he would feel used and low, but maybe that was what he needed.

*****

He wandered aimlessly through the dark halls of the gay section, after a short while he found himself in the hall between the porn television room to his right and the pair of showers to his left where he saw Josh and Dan. The event that started everything that had happened the Friday previous. 

A middle aged man draped in his white cotton towel sat on one of the comfortable black clothed chairs with a massive erection hidden partly by his hand and the towel, his eyes were glued to the angled television Wesley could not see. The middle aged man glanced over to Wesley and smiled, he had a well-groomed goatee looking less than a week old. He turned back to the television and started to stroke himself slowly up and down over the towel hiding his erection.

Wesley turned away, before he made any decision for whom he might share some sort of experience with he wanted to take a full look around the place, in his heart he hoped, prayed that he would find Brent somewhere inside. He glanced into the shower room half expecting to see Josh and Dan inside with Dan on his knees suckling on Josh's cock, the shower room was empty. He reached up and tapped his mouth wondering where to go next, he had not gone to the other shower room which had the sauna's or the hot tubs yet, and he had not gone down into the second sub-level yet either.

After having such a wonderful time in the hot tub last week he decided to start there and make another full circle around the upper level of this portion, after that he could decide whether he wanted to try and have a look downstairs. Almost aimlessly, Wesley wandered through the halls with a multitude of doors leading into small rooms on his sides, out of every hallway he saw at least one light on, once in a while he saw two but no more than that.

He turned right down the final hallway before the dual hot tubs and heard a whack and a sudden cry from his left further in, almost scared he started to slowly and soundlessly walk towards the end of the hall glancing at the floor and looking for the room that he heard the whacking sound from. And then he heard another whack punctuated by a surprised cry and a short, muffled whine. Up ahead, the second last door on his right, a light on that filtered into the hallway, he could hear movement on a creaking bed inside. He walked up to the door and paused, the muffled cry came out a little less so.

"You like that, don't you?" Someone asked.

"Y-yes!" another voice whined, straining as if he was not enjoying what was going on. A moment later Wes heard the voice moan.

"A reward." the other whispered, and then another slight moan. "Further?"

"Yes!" The voice was small and whimpering. "Put it all in..."

"That's what I want to hear." The first man whispered, purring. He let out a soft moan from the other side of the door and the bed suddenly started to creak slow and rhythmically. "Oh yah...mmm...squeeze!"

Whack! 

The other voice let out a shrill cry that seemed less like pain than pleasure, the bed creaked faster and less rhythmically and the deeper voice grunted faster and harder joined by the cries of pleasure from the lighter, more subtle voice. 

"Faster!" The lighter voice whispered, though his voice seemed to exclaim, it was actually a question. "Please."

And then the darker man grunted and the lighter voice began to moan and groan constantly, before knowing what was going Wesley had closed his eyes and started to imagine what was happening. The two men inside were having sex, a large burly man with a chestful of hair pushed himself against the young man, his thick, long erection vanishing and reappearing from a thin man's ass, every time the broader man pushed in the thinner man cried out and gripped his pillow hoping and praying that this would not end.

Wesley could almost remember the feeling of his finger pressing against his tight virgin ass for the first time in his life. He remembered the exhilarated pleasure that washed through his backside as his finger circled his anus only to send a shiver up his whole back as he remembered the beautiful feeling of the tip of his finger entering his whole body came back as a wave of pleasure. 

*****

He pulled his legs up towards his hips and pushed them apart, his erection laying still against his stomach with his balls hanging low above his tailhole. He just wanted to see if he would feel anything just by touching his shit-hole, reached down between his legs and arced his arm down setting his hand down on his backside above his hole. He slid the tip of his finger down between his ass cheeks and lightly grazed the skin over his hole, with a shiver he instantly knew the answer to his question.

He slowly started to move up and down his tight, puckered anus with the tip of his finger and felt himself tense and relax with every pass, pleasure starting to warm the hole he had long since deemed 'exit only'. He reached across his abdomen with his other hand and took a firm hold on his hard on and started to stroke feeling his ass twitch with every motion up as his foreskin caressed and breached the line between his bloated head and shaft. 

He pushed down against his puckered glory hole with the tip of his finger, closed his eyes and dropped his head down onto his pillow as shock of pleasure roared up his passage deep into his hips. He opened his eyes and let out a soft, almost silent gasp of bliss and started sliding his hand up and down his member.

The slight push against his anus suddenly strengthened as his finger pressed that much harder against the entrance, without bothering to hide his gasp his back arched and he gripped his penis even harder his hand trailing up and down his shaft faster. He felt his fingertip starting to puncture through the boundaries he set forth many years earlier after realizing that he liked both women and men, and he pushed further slowly. 

He felt his fingertip sliding in a little further, and then he came. He gasped and his eyes forced themselves open, under the cover of darkness in his black room he felt his muscles bare down on his finger and a spray of warmth splashing against his upper chest even up to his chin.

*****

"Oh God! Oh God! Yes!" The lighter voice screamed.

He heard the bed starting to squeak faster, much faster and then suddenly stop. The deeper voice grunted and cried out, the lighter voice quickly whispering something over and over again, a name perhaps, like the bed that even stopped with one last grunt from the both of them. 

"Oh, that was wonderful..." The lighter man said.

Wesley looked down to his crotch and saw that the sex from the other room and the memory he had of molesting himself with his finger and hand brought a full-blown erection. He knew that the erection came mostly from the two men behind the closed door engaging in a passionate few minutes of intercourse and aided only by the wonderful feelings of his finger that pressed up against his anus.

He heard movement from inside of the room and quickly resumed his course towards the hot tubs fully aware of his hard on showed by his hot, rosy red cheeks. He decided to suspend his self-guided tour of the upstairs portion of Afterdark in favor of a dip in the hot tub until his erection subsided. 

He walked out from the hall into the open hot tub area, his eyes instantly glanced onto the wall beside him at the sign saying in bold print that this was not a sex-approved area, basically if sexual activities were going to happen they could not happen in the hot tub, a reasonable and sanitary rule. Who wanted to sit in a cum-filled pool of chlorinated water? He blushed again as the memory of him and Brent in the water, at that moment he would not have cared if he came in the pool and surely Brent felt the same. He had a brief thought and wondered how many people disregarded that rule.

He glanced at both hot tubs, the first and closest hot tub was raised by about three or four feet with the second hot tub raised about the same above the first. Both were empty and without bubbles suggesting that the tubs had not been used in some time giving him ample time to take a dip, allow his erection to subside and continue his journey through the bathhouse. He decided to go back up to the second hot tub and hide himself there, as soon as he stepped up onto the first step he heard movement from behind him, glanced back over his shoulder as he stepped up to the first tub and spied a person in his early twenties glancing up and down over his form. 

Wesley turned back to the hot tubs and walked past the first and up the steps to the second well aware of the young man's eyes trained directly on him, though he was embarrassed for being naked under the towel sporting an erection pressed tightly against his belly he did not mind. He stopped at the top of the stairs and strafed two feet to the side and stopped where Brent entered the pool and sat down. He grabbed the towel and untied the small knot at the top and pulled it away, his erection dropped down straight in front of him and bobbed up and down for a short time before stopping itself, behind him he could hear the young man's whisper of approval of his backside.

He dropped his towel onto the railing and stepped into the hot, clear water. His foot traveled down to the seat and stopped, as he brought his other foot down into the water he saw a hand enter his line of sight, both the hand and his foot stopped. The hand restarted and two fingertips glided over his hard shaft, behind him he heard the boy his age step closer (his feet made suction noises on the wood) and stopped. Wesley was about to turn around and take a look at the young man groping him and ask for his name, but one of the young man's hands gently set itself on his backside and groped his left cheek. The hand in front of him wrapped around his member and gave a good stroke, the young man pulled both hands away.

"Oh, you have a nice body." The boy said. "And a very nice cock."

"Thank you." Wesley said with his cheeks reddening right up again. The one pump from the boy over his shaft was enough to entice him for another, a few more after that and then whatever came to mind.

He turned around and saw that the boy had already taken off his dressing and placed it over the railing near his, like Wesley the young man had a full erection showing off at least eight inches (possibly closer to nine) with little girth to him. The young man was slight of build, what muscles he did have were well defined by nature, and he was without any visible blemishes.

"Cory." He stated and walked into the hot tub before Wes could turn around and place himself in the hot tub. Cory glanced under the water at Wes' erection. "Could we have the bubbles off for a moment, I want to take a good long look at your thing."

Wesley stopped his hand from touching the button to start the bubbles, dropped back into the water and showed himself off by stretching out and opening his legs for Cory in front of him, another cute boy in front of him with a nice penis himself. 

The sheer length of Cory's scared him as his thoughts suddenly turned to sex and what it might be like to have something more than a fingertip inside of him, not that penis though. Oh, no, too damned big. That thought led to another, a more mundane but still pleasurable and warming thought. He wondered what it would be like to stroke up and down that eye-pleasing member and how it would feel to have his cum dripping down over his chest and spreading around as his goo melted. He found himself starting to become very aroused and wondered if he should ask Cory back to his room for a little fun, though he would say that his hole was exit only—well, maybe not for a fingertip or a whole finger.

"So, are you going to the Circle?" Cory asked jarring Wesley from his thoughts back to the hot tub and the wonderfully large cock in front of him.

"The Circle?" Wesley asked.

Cory raised his brow, "First time here?"

"Second." Wesley admitted.

"Oh! A Circle Virgin!" He grinned, beaming a smile. "You have to come to the Circle then!"

"First of all, what is the circle?" Wesley asked. 

"It's great, a friend of mine was the one responsible for it." He said. "A whole bunch of people get together in the wet sauna, if everything goes right a wonderful orgy starts usually by someone like myself or my friend starting to jerk off for the older people. Some people just watch, some people give head or hand and others just fuck your brains out. It's great!" He smiled devilishly. "The only thing you are allowed to say no to is anal sex, if you are not just watching and someone puts their dick in your face you have to use it."

Wesley raised his brow, he was definitely not ready for that. He seemed to like to know the person's name that he was sucking off or being pleasured by. If he went at all it would be just to watch, not participate.

"Friend did that because of the Room—no, I doubt you'd know about the Room yet." He said and looked as if he were contemplating something. "The room is where anything goes, once you enter to the time you leave everything is fair game. That's a room for versatile people. If someone wants to fuck you then you have to let him, of course with the exception of the Five Minute rule."

That was even scarier, he would definitely not go near that room. "Five minute rule?"

"After an sexual act is done and the previous partner has gotten off you have five minutes to relax and wait for another or leave, unless you forgo the five minutes." Cory stated. He licked his lips. "But if they want anal you have to decide if they have to use a condom or not—eh, you'll see the rules sign."

"Are there any other rooms I should be aware of?" Wesley asked.

"The bareback room I guess, that one's not marked all that well." Cory said. "No condoms are allowed, just pure fucking and cumming in your ass."




COA: Wesley's Adventures Ch. 02



Nope, stay away from that one too."Any fetish rooms?"

"Tonnes!" Cory stated. "Downstairs is basically for fetishes. Got a Water Sports room, a blowjob room—great room, there are holes in the back of a wall you stick your dick through and let someone suck you off. You don't know who they are and they don't know who you are. The wet and messy room, I personally don't like being covered in cum, rather swallow it, but..."

Wesley's eyes lit up, that was a room for him! He could easily get into that room and have a person cum on him there, maybe that would prove to be a very, very interesting time. Cory chuckled seeing Wes' reaction the the wet and messy room.

Cory suddenly had an idea. "Why don't you go down there now, you have about two and a half hours before the circle starts."

The idea of him wandering down to the wet and messy room was infectious and definitely spread to Wesley, in fact after seeing Cory and realizing just how aroused he felt he would not mind giving someone a hand job—or maybe even a blow job—to feel some cum on him. However, entering the Circle was not something he felt like doing, not at this point.

"I think I'll do that." Wesley said, though he still had his erection he figured he could easily mask it enough to get downstairs to find the room. "Is it marked?"

Cory nodded. "And when you come back up maybe you and I can have some fun together, I'd love that sucker in me..."

Wes just smiled, whether that was going to happen or not was not known to him. He had received one blowjob and a partial hand job from one male and had yet to give anyone either of those actions let alone thought of having anal intercourse with anyone. That was not going to happen in the near future, or at least tonight and so he did not have to think about that activity quite yet.

"Maybe." He stated knowing that the future was never set in stone. He might get the sudden urge to have anal sex with someone and that someone might be Cory, however doubtful that seemed.

"Hope to see you at the circle." Cory said as he watched Wes start to climb up off of the comfortable seat out of the hot water into the warm air feeling as cold as a Spring morning after a bout of snow the previous nigh. Like Brent, Cory found Wes quite attractive and wanted to see him again, more of him in the sense of the look of pure bliss on his face but unlike Brent he did not actually care about how green he was. This was definitely a place for teaching and learning with as much fun in the middle as possible.

Wes slipped out of the water, the chlorinated water streamed down his legs and dropped from his genitals in long streams quickly dropping down to droplets as he stepped out and grabbed his towel. He started to dry himself off when he heard Cory splashing around behind him, glanced back and saw the young man heading towards him, as soon as Cory reached the edge of the hot tub directly behind Wes he pushed his hands down onto the lip of the tub and pushed up. Wes watched as Cory almost threw himself at him wondering what he was doing, not even a moment after the question popped into his mind Wes found out:

Cory propped himself up and pushed his head forwards, Wes felt the tip of his nose press between the crack of his ass and a moment later he felt the young man's tongue force his way between his cheeks up against his anus. Wes suddenly grabbed the railing as the tongue pulled a trail up over his anus, he thought his legs were about to give out after feeling a tremendous wave of pleasure ripple through his hips, down into his legs and up into his stomach. The tongue between his cheeks went back down, behind him Cory moaned in pleasure tasting his scent below the bitter taste of chlorine and feeling Wesley's body tense up from the unexpected action. He pulled back and knelt on the seat watching the young man gripping the black railing with his towel lying limply over the ground in the other with his mouth agape in surprise.

"Maybe that will kick-start your pleasure." Cory said almost innocently as he looked up at Wesley from inside the hot tub.

Wesley stood on the deck in front of the hot tub with his hand gripped tightly around the round railing with is mouth hanging open and wanting to say something, all that came out was a slight groan and an 'uh-huh' that sounded more confused than pleasured. He could not come to grip with the reason why Cory had taken a lick up and down his ass, maybe he was aiming for his cheek to tease him a little and missed, and as good as the lick felt he could not bring himself to realize that licking his anus was actually the whole point. That was where solid human waste came out of, at least with the penis the waste was usually sterile and overrun by the taste of natural lubrication. Yes, Cory must have accidentally hit his anus. 

"Good!" Cory stated grinning with pride. "Go play!"

Wes wrapped the dry cotton towel around his waist after adjusting his penis to point upwards and not out, tied a knot and turned back to Cory in the hot tub. He was still on his knees watching Wes, a slight feeling of creepiness stole over him and vanished as Cory pushed himself back away from the wall to the other side of the tub. He gave Cory another smile and walked down the stairs onto the first landing, down the stairs to the solid ground and picked a random hallway to follow. He had no idea where the staircase leading down to the second level was hidden.

He found the stairwell leading down to the basement after a long time of searching, men wandered back and forth checking him out making him too uncomfortable to ask for directions that would have shaved a good ten minutes off giving him that extra time to be in the wet and messy room. He passed two rooms where people must have been in the act of foreplay or sex, he heard moans and gasps of pleasure keeping his cock constantly stiff. Above the dimly lit staircase leading down into the basement of Afterdark sat a warning sign without the mention of warning. The black background was in contrast against the red pain forcing the words to stand out: Eden was full of bodily pleasures, and downstairs is Eden. Towels Optional.

That phrase was an interesting play on Eden even though he knew the words were true, but even beyond that the words were more or less a warning that the lower level was about sex all about sex. His heart started to speed up and trepidation started to build as he stepped through the arch between the first floor and the dim stairs leading down into the garden of Eden, with each step he seemed a little more afraid of what might happen to him down in the basement of the bathhouse but he also realized that every step took him closer to a room that would allow him to act out another fantasy of his and continue the current fantasy of being engaged in sexual acts with a man. His foot touched the carpeted floor of the secondary basement and he stopped, turned around and turned his head up the stairs into the moderately lit first floor as a new thought dawned on him. The thought almost made him terrified enough to run back up the steps, he went so far as to place a foot on the bottom step before disallowing himself to move. The thought was as disconcerting as it was arousing: what if more than one person wanted to have him, and what if someone tried to have anal sex with him? 

You say no. His rational side stated, apparently both sides of his mind wanted him to wander to the wet and messy room and pushed against the irrational emotions he felt. The creative side of his mind showed up. That's all you have to say.

That was all he needed, he pulled his foot off of the step and turned back around, a few paces in front of him stood a naked man with his back turned to Wes and his head resting against the wall. One hand cupped the other side of his body, his other hand was made invisible by his body but his arm showed slow movements. The man was masturbating. He pushed himself forward glancing around the long straight hall for breaks for doors or other hallways leading in different directions, quickly it became apparent to Wesley that the man was watching a scene happening in an unlabeled room in front of him. 

He moved past the door and the man, the man called: "Come on, be a sport and take the towel off!"

Not bloody likely. He thought and continued down the hall until he came to a set of two doors one on each side of the hallway and both slightly cracked open. He heard pleasurable moans emanating from the door on his left and pondered whether to stop and check out what was going on as his feet moved him passed the door towards another break in the dim hallway ten or so feet in front.

The break was a split in the hallway to the right and a door on the left; the hallway lead down and shot in a ninety degree turn back the way he came out of sight, like the door he thought about investigating he moans and alluring whispered groans. He could not resist his hand from pushing the door open slightly further.

He could see a bed and three people, one of the men lay on the bed with another bobbing up and down on his cock kneeling on his knees set on the floor almost as if praying to some sort of sex-god. The third man sat on his knees with his legs spread around the man laying down, he sat just below the mans head obscuring it from Wesley's vision and thrust in quick and almost random motions, under him Wes could make out the sounds of hard sucking and slurps as the man on top thrust back. 

The man on top must have heard the door open, he glanced back and saw Wesley standing in the doorway watching the three way blowjob in motion. He glanced down at Wes' clothed crotch and gasped, turned away for a moment and whispered down to the man sucking him off how good he was feeling. He turned back and glanced down at the kneeling man sucking the person's cock as he lay on the bed. He turned back to Wesley and back down to him with a dreamy smile and licked his lips.

For a moment Wesley did not know what he was meaning, his mind prodded him with the obvious answer. The man straddling the other wanted Wes to join and start suckling on the man praying over the hard cock in his mouth. He shook his head lightly even though he felt the urge to enter the room, shut the door behind him and start pleasuring the man like the other wanted him to, instead he just wanted to watch for a while. The man straddling the other nodded and turned his attention back to the man pleasuring him.

"Oh yah, take it..." The man on top groaned forcing his cock down the man's throat even faster without much force behind his hips. "That's right..."

The blond praying over the man's cock suddenly reached down between his legs and gripped his half-flaccid member and started to stroke and shake his shaft trying to bring it to life, intently Wes watched as his shaft started to harden. The man lying down on the bed suddenly pushed the red haired man straddling him away long enough to tell Blondy to suck a little faster, and praise him for a good job. The red haired man pushed his cock back into the hidden man's face and started fucking his mouth again. Blondy complied eagerly enough and started pushing faster on his cock now with the lustful sounds of slurping as his hand worked over his own almost hard cock.

Wesley's eyes were mostly glued between Blondy's legs and the hardening cock that was starting to leave his view. He also watched how eagerly he worked over the obscured man's cock with pleasure and pride just the way Brent worked over his the weekend before, it seemed that both Brent and Blondy relished in the pleasure of sucking another man off. Another thought started to slip into his attention. How long had he been watching this scene? A good five minutes, at least, and Red or the obscured one had not even bothered to switch at least for a short while. Did Blondy not deserve some attention, or had he already been pleasured?

He pushed the door a little farther in and stepped into the room silently, walked behind the trio caring very little if he had been detected or not and slowly dropped to his knees shaking almost violently. He was shaking out of fear and anticipation of what he was doing as his hand went between Blondy's spread legs and up towards his shaft. He felt Blondy's hand strike his fingers on a downward stroke and quickly the hand ripped itself off of his own genitals, Wes' hand reached up and cupped Blondy's shaft in a tight grip, the same grip he used on Brent at the unfortunate end, and felt the man's cock quickly stiffen up to full length. 

As soon as he started to stroke the man's shaft up and down quickly, Blondy let out an incredible sigh, glanced back to Wesley and smiled silently thanking him. Red glanced back and saw Wes, smiled and turned back to the hidden head of the man giving him a good blowjob, all of the original trio were whispering groans in the definite acceptance of delight. 

Wes quickly found the position he was in tiring to his arm and wrist, pulled back and quickly shuffled to the side and wrapped his hand around Blondy's shaft again, this time he was in a position to keep this action up for as long as it took. Wes leaned up against the bed and started feeling Red's movements go from quick and steady towards random and erratic with his sounds of approval coming faster and more frequent.

"Please suck me." Blondy whispered from beside him taking just a moment away from the obscured man's shaft. 

Wesley glanced down at Blondy's cock, the fear that started to slip away suddenly shot back up again. His cock suddenly seemed huge, so big that he doubted even the head of his cock could fit. He was not going to do that, instead he leaned down and pulled his hand down to the base of his shaft. He licked his lips and stared at the inflamed purple-pink head inches away from his face. He was about to pull back up when the thought of what he was about to do—about to suck on this stranger's cock—dawned on him. 

He opened his mouth and slowly lowered his head down towards Blondy's cock, felt the head against his lower lip and smelled a slight fragrant smell wafting off. He stopped and took a deep breath of the smell. The scent seemed a little odd at first and Wes wanted to make sure he was not going to be sick. The smell, he found out, was not all that bad!

Finally he pushed himself lower, the head of Blondy's cock slipped passed his lower lip into his mouth and closed his mouth. Above him, Blondy gasped and briefly stopped as Wes started pushing down on his cock. Wes closed his eyes and pushed down along Blondy's shaft until he felt Blondy's head pressing against the back of his throat and slowly pulled back up, in that moment his tongue slide against Blondy's shaft and almost felt the stranger melts letting out a long, moan. His mouth worked up over the head. His tongue slid over the sensitive skin up to the tiny slit and felt something slightly wet followed by a salty-sweet taste on his tongue. He paused on the tip with his tongue pressed against the slit of Blondy's head enthralled in the brand new taste, though his tongue discerned a definite salty flavor the taste was actually nice. That was the only word for the taste he could think of. 

He started up and down over his head, down Blondy's shaft as far as he could go and pulled back up, above him Blondy jerked and moaned as he worked over the obscured man's cock. In front of Blondy, Red started thrashing forwards and back randomly, gasping and groaning harder and with more abstracted sounds, after a quick shudder he slammed his hands down on the bed.

Wes worked over Blondy's shaft listening to the trio of partners moaning and lustfully working over each other as he sat on the floor with his hard-on poking against his towel giving head for the first time in his life, and loving it. He thrust himself up and down Blondy's shaft, after a few minutes his tongue lapped against his slit suddenly tasting another blast of Blondy's precum on his tongue, quickly he started loosing himself in the beautiful act of pleasuring Blondy, the taste of his precum on his tongue and the sounds of ecstasy around him. 

"Yes!" Red cried from above and in front of him. He started to gasp and force himself a little harder into the obscured man's mouth, even the man started to gasp as he sucked hard on Red's cock. His hands lifted off of the bed and gripped Red's hips and started pulling him faster. "Oh, yes! Oh man!" 

Suddenly Red's cries sounded as if he was being strangled, Red gave out one last cry of pleasure and the bed suddenly stopped shaking completely except for a low rumble as he shook feeling streams of his cum exploding deep into the man's mouth. Both Red and the obscured man shivered gasped as Red expelled his load, slowly Red's gasps turned into heavy breathes in and out.

"Mmm, that's nice." Blondy whispered above Wes.

Wes groaned in response to the pleasure he was giving Blondy, everything except the act, the pleasure and the wonderful tastes filtering over his tongue all vanished. He pumped up and down on the glorious cock he was allowed—and invited—to borrow, every drop of precum let out from the head of Blondy's penis Wes lapped up as if it was a treat, every groan given from Blondy forced a small squeal of admiration from Wes. He could not believe that he had never done this before, a simple act that brought so much pleasure to both the receiver and the giving parties.

"Cumming!" The obscured man said as Red started to pull himself off of the man, as Red pulled away the man sat up and gaped at Wes as he worked over Blondy. His eyes closed and he threw back his head, as he allowed his mouth to open he came. 

Wes pulled back to Blondy's head and suddenly felt him jerk deep into his mouth just as Blondy took the first load of the obscured man's cum. Wes pulled back and pushed down faster thinking Blondy wanted him to work over his cock with more strength and speed, his tongue worked over the head and the shaft and he suckled on the member harder, above him Blondy gasped, nearly choking on the man's seed in surprise of the sudden greedy movements.

Blondy reached down and set his hand lightly on the back of Wesley's head and gently kneaded through his hair, the increased speed increased the pleasure and his orgasm was starting to build in his balls. He whispered his astonishment at Wes' lovely blowjob and turned to Red and the man beside him who now had a face, Brent. 

Brent stared at the sight not knowing whether this was the same boy he met last week who was reluctant even to receive a simple hand job, now he was sucking gingerly on a stranger's cock with little abandon. He wondered what happened to the boy after he left for the basement, more specifically The Room. This was not the first time, definitely not the last, that he had been with Blondy—Brent knew him as Chris—and knew that he was very close to his own orgasm, as he started jerking around with his free hand Brent knew it would only be a matter of moments.

"Oh that's it..." Blondy whispered encouragingly.

"Suck him dry..." Red whispered.

Wes continued working over Chris' cock without the faintest clue on what was about to happen after forgetting to make sure Chris knew not to cum in his mouth. He felt Chris starting to shiver and his hand jerk on his head, a pleasurable and admired feeling he prided himself over knowing Chris was intensely enjoying Wes' first blowjob. 

"Uh..." Chris whispered not knowing what to say, the pleasure of Wesley's mouth wrapped tight against his shaft with his tongue working over the side was too much. He felt his cock harden just a little more as he felt his red hot orgasm ripping down his organ.

Wes felt Chris' penis twitch and then heard Chris let out a long, hard groan and a moment later he felt the head of Chris' penis expand. He was about to stop the blowjob figuring Chris was about to cum, suddenly Chris let out a roaring cry and suddenly Wes felt him explode in his mouth. He felt the first jet of cum explode to the back of his throat, instantly the salty flavor of Chris' seed swept over his mouth, even before he could back away the second explosion came and coated his mouth in his orgasm. He could not handle the fact that he had a man's cum in his mouth and tried pulling back as he swallowed the seed with little other choice, he felt Chris' hand pressing forwards against the backside of his skull keeping him in place as he humped lightly in Wesley's mouth. Finally the salty flavor of Chris' thick cum subsided as a third and lesser blast coated his tongue, Wes knew it was useless to resist and took the rest of his seed and swallowed it quickly finding that the flavor was not as sickening as he thought, just too salty. Finally Chris' orgasm subsided and the palm of his hand eased and quickly fell from the back of his head.




COA: Wesley's Adventures Ch. 02



Wes quickly pulled away from his cock gasping for air after swallowing the last of his seed, first his attention went up to Chris not knowing whether to smile or try and kill the asshole since he just came in his mouth or leave the topic alone as he tried to digest what had just happened to him, though the taste pervaded his mouth and his senses and yet he could not tell whether Chris' semen tasted good or not. 

He opened his mouth to ask Chris why he came in his mouth without asking, Chris leaned forwards and pressed his lips against Wesley's and in that moment he had a second new encounter: a kiss with a male. That kiss was wonderful, Chris pulled back and all Wesley could do was stare at the man he did not even know the name awestruck. His lips tingled, a strange taste in his mouth that he could not tell was bad or good and still he was very, very aroused but finally he looked up to Red and the other man he knew and lusted after.

He just stared at Brent not knowing what to say, both ready to give out a cry of utter and complete embarrassment for sucking on someones member before his or to lean forwards and give him a hug. He wished that it was Brent who was kneeling on his knees in front of Chris and wished that it was his dick he was sucking. His heart fluttered in his chest with both lust and something else that he could not identify, or did not want to identify.

"Wow." Chris said breaking the silence, and chuckled. "Thank you...what is your name?"

"Wesley." He stated, his eyes darting from Brent to Chris. "A-And yours?"

Brent saw that he was becoming embarrassed and shy once more, it seemed that he might have given head before, maybe once, and possibly that he was a fast learner or a natural. It was obvious that Wes remembered Brent, and even through the uncomfortable embarrassment Wes felt he regarded Brent with a certain something; that something honored him.

"Chris." He introduced. He reached out and gently caressed Wesley's smooth, hairless chest. "You have my attention, and maybe these two, and I'm sorry but I can't leave let you leave until you're satisfied."

"I'm in." Red stated. "Though, for certain things I will need a rest."

"Count me in." Brent stated, what no one knew was that he would be willing to participate in anything that Wesley wanted—almost.

And then Wesley blushed, "Ahh, I don't know. I-I-I..." He stammered, shook his head clear and came out with the truth. "That was the first B.J I've given."

Chris and Red, who's name was unknown to everyone, just stared at Wes, neither of them believed the young man and his concocted story that he had never given a blow job before, especially Chris who received the warm, wonderful feeling from his experienced mouth. Brent was the only partner who was not too surprised, however he did seem a little surprised. He thought that something would have happened after he left, but apparently nothing happened—at least nothing that Wes gave to another person.

"What have you done?" Red asked.

Wes glanced at Brent blushing hard, "Given a blow job, received one and given a partial hand job."

Red raised his brow, "Fresh out of the closet."

Brent saw the definite annoyance in Red's body language, it was plain and obvious as his hand in the sunlight that all Red wanted was to put his cock up Wesley's ass and fuck him any way possible, and now that the guess they all had regarding anal sex being out of bounds was definitely confirmed, now Red seemed uninterested. 

"W-What were you planning on doing after...after the head?" Wesley asked.

Red licked his lips. "Anal sex."

That was definitely not on Wesley's agenda, giving a blow job was one thing and receiving a mouthful of cum was another, but having a dick shoved up his ass or his dick in someone else was out of the question, in short that was not going to happen. However—there always is a however—he was not impartial to watching the act. In the porn movies he watched he came the hardest (and the best) when he watched two men entangled in each other, one with his penis embedded nicely in the others ass.

"If I may, I would derive pleasure from watching." He said barely over a whisper.

"I could go with that." Red stated gruffly.

"But what about you?" Brent asked thinking Chris might ask the same question.

He would love to be molested in the way of a hand or a mouth over his penis, but he was technically just a visitor to the group and outside of their plans, what they had in mind had to come first before he gained pleasure, plus he had two hands that could easily give him pleasure. His blush lightened somewhat.

"I can watch." He said reluctantly. He felt like the proverbial third wheel, he came in after the initial movements and now that he was not going to be involved in the anal sex it seemed as if at least one of them did not want him there. He also figured that Chris, maybe even Brent, did not want him there.

"No voyeurs allowed." Red stated gruffly and nodded to the door behind Wesley. "You're either in or out."

Of course Wesley was not surprised, even without the surprise he was hurt. He closed his mouth tight as he always did and gave Red a resigned nod now unable to look at either Chris or Brent. If he had at least glanced at the two other named individuals he would have seen stunned and angry looks on their face, instead he stood up and whisked out into the hallway and vanished up the stairs as fast as he could towards his rented bedroom.

As he made his way through the last hallway the resigned hurt he felt turned into hot red anger not specifically aimed at Red, Chris or even Brent but the community as a whole. He had a couple gay friends and they mentioned just how elitist most people were and how easily people ditched other people to get their own way, until now Wesley could not believe that could be true—beyond the "norm" of teenagers and people in their early to mid twenties. He knew anyone in that age range would bounce from one group of friends to another, that was only natural. 

His arousal went as dead as his penis quickly after leaving the room, almost running from the room. He dressed and left the Afterdark with a good reason never to come back. He knew from the start that he was going to be a sex object to people more or less but what he did not figure was that he would be dejected in such a horrid way for not wanting a certain action, was it so wrong to just ask to watch? What Red, Chris or Brent did not know—or seemed to care not to know—was the plain and simple fact that Wesley would have loved to watch them have sex. Wesley knew that he would have enjoyed the show after a while he would have started feel himself up and eventually get off, but that did not seem to be enough.

*****

Both Chris and Brent were too stunned to move even as Wesley jumped up from the ground, pushed open the door and vanished into the hallway. They were mortified in what Red just said and how his voice was so cool and uncaring, all three of them knew what they were getting into when they met Red and all three of them wanted anal sex. Brent wanted to take Red and Chris wanted to be taken by red, but the whole scene they put together was about fun and a desire for each other and sex with a common understanding (or so Chris and Brent thought) that it would be alright if someone did not want to do something.

Brent specifically knew this, on many occasions he was not in the mood for anal sex and opted to sit out and just watch until the scene was over or he decided he was ready to reenter the play. He was sure that Chris had done the same many times, whether Red had or not was not the point. What Red had done was a gross undermining of Wesley's wants, desires and that went against everything that the Afterdark stood for, even further than that Red's actions went against what the Afterdark was made for.

"Asshole." Brent whispered and dove off of the bed and went through the open doorway after Wesley hoping and praying that he could catch up with him, and when he did not he hoped that Wesley would pop up somewhere else in the Afterdark, that hope faded away an hour or so after a vigorous search.

"What's your name?" Chris asked keeping his temper down and even showing a false smile, under the smile was a cruel intention.

"Johnathan." Red glanced at Chris, uncaring. "Are you leaving?"

"You piece of shit!" Chris hissed glowering at Red as he pulled himself up onto his feet and vanished out of the room. 

Not only had Wesley's night been ruined from Red's selfish, cruel comment to fuck or leave Brent's had been as well. Chris did not know Wesley from a hole in the wall and his night was not ruined, but he would not soon forget what happened and what was said by John. The cruel intention was basically blacklist him from a number of the rooms Chris frequently saw John in, The Room for instance was owned by a good friend of Chris' who was not too fond of John in the first place.