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“Yeah. I’m great at it,” I said and got to work.
Had Hwan made me learn this drink by heart just for Wesley? Why? And what did that smirk even mean?
“Oh wow. That’s delicious,” Wesley said as if he were surprised. I thanked him and waited for him to chew the tapioca before we talked about the bug and the Barnes.
And the whole time, all I could think was how pretty his eyes looked and how cute his lips looked when he was sucking on his bubble tea.
The image and the associating sensations haunted me for the rest of the day. And so did my conversation with Parker.
What was so different about Wesley that he made me feel these…things that I’d never felt before? Not in this intensity.
I couldn’t make heads nor tails of it, but as I lay in bed that night, running through the events of today in my head, all I could feel was a throbbing need for release.
“Fuck,” I breathed and slipped my underwear down my thighs.
My cock stood right to attention, and as soon as I wrapped my hand around it, Wesley’s image infiltrated every pore on my body.
The way his cheeks hollowed as he sucked the tapioca out of his drink. The way his tongue slipped out and swiped at his lips as if they were dirty. The way his eyes reflected the light from outside, and how focused they seemed on me and our conversation.
There wasn’t a part of him I hadn’t memorized, and I recalled every part of him right now, with my eyes closed, stroking myself.
Jerking off was usually a clinical operation. Very straight-forward, very unemotional. Like scratching an itch. But this…
It felt different.
I didn’t usually fantasize about others. Not girls. Definitely not other boys.
And yet, the more I thought about Wesley, the more my cock pulsed in my hand and the more the desperate need for relief clawed at me.
I swallowed a knot in my throat and felt Wesley lying in bed next to me, with his bubble tea and sinful smile, fully dressed, watching me beat off, and he leaned in. “That’s so hot, Teddy. Keep going, sweetheart. Uh-huh. Like that. Faster, faster.”
Then he was drinking his tea again and admiring my handiwork as if it were a work of art.
“God!” I exclaimed when my stomach sank and my balls threatened to spill. I took a deep breath and paused, only picking up again when Wesley sat on my lap and bounced on my cock, fully clothed still, holding on to his tea but having the time of his life.
“Ooh, yeah, like that, Teddy. Fuck me just like that. I want you deep inside me. Aaah. Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me, Teddy. Fuck me, sweetheart.”
Precum leaked from my slit and the temperature on my body was scorching hot. I could feel the sweat soaking my sheets underneath, yet I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.
Not until Wesley told me to. Not until he was ready. He kept switching positions as if trying to keep me on my toes.
One moment, he was bouncing on my cock. The next, he was lying next to me, whispering words of encouragement. Other times, he was sitting across the bed, watching me, and other times, he was cradling me in his arms, flicking my nipples, and pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s my Teddy,” he said and lay between my legs, taking my cock in his mouth and getting a taste of me.
My toes curled as he popped me out of his mouth and cried, “Come for me, Teddy. Come for me, sweetheart. Come on. I know you can do it.”
And I had no choice but to obey.
My cum shot out of me all over my chest and sheets by the gallon. I couldn’t even remember the last time I jerked off, and especially the last time I came so much, so hard.
And even when I was done, I didn’t stop. I kept rubbing my soft cock, ran my fingers in circles through my cum on my chest, picturing Wesley doing the same.
I’d never felt like that before. I’d never been this insatiable. It was the one reason none of my relationships had ever worked, and here I was feeling slutty and free for the first time in my life.
“What…what is this?” I wondered to myself until sleep claimed me, even though I wanted—no, needed—to come again and again.
But it didn’t matter.
