__School Boy Memories__
By Criss Moody
Wesley Wyndham-Pryce shifted nervously on his Italian
leather clad feet. He had used the small brass knocker on
the door, but as of yet no one had answered. He was quite
sure he had the right time; after all, he had checked it so
many times that Cordelia had started making jokes about his
'little black book'.
Just when Wesley had decided to go back to the car and
check his 'little black book', Mr. Giles finally answered
the door. The older man said nothing. He calmly took Wes
apart with his eyes, starting at the supple leather shoes,
then up the cream colored trousers, and lingering a bit at
the groin. Wesley felt his stomach tingle, and his penis
stirred slightly. The cool green eyes traveled on, up the
matching jacket, curving into the pale neck, then finally
to rest on Wesley's eyes, which nervously flitted around.
Mr. Giles continued to look into Wes' stormy gray orbs
until the anxious man gathered the courage to meet the
other man's eyes. Something, approval perhaps, flickered
in Rupert's eyes before shuttering. He turned and walked
into the apartment, saying as he strolled,
"Please, do come in, Wesley."
As briskly as possible, the oh-so-refined Mr. Wyndham-Pryce
entered the apartment, moving around the couch to stand in
front of Mr. Giles, who leaned upon the mantel. The more
casually dressed man, in jeans and a black button up shirt,
untucked, took his glasses off and began to clean them with
a crisp white handkerchief.
"Strip, boy."
A familiar thrill swept through Wesley when he heard the
issued order. Automatically, he first jerked off his tie,
then made short work of his jacket. As Mr. Giles finished
with his spectacles and turned to regard Wesley, the
younger man began to take more time. His fingers nimbly
slipped buttons out of holes, and the soft white shirt
slipped off slim, pale shoulders to fall onto the floor.
Then, he undid the clasp to his trousers, quickly slipping
the zipper down. The pants met the same fate as the shirt
and he stepped out of them to stand before Mr. Giles in
nothing but silky white skin and paisley silk boxers. At a
curt nod from Rupert, he edged his boxers down, almost
whimpering when the scratchy band slipped past his rising
erection. Stepping out of those, Wes' eyes drifted down,
his hands at his sides, as he waited for orders.
Two warm hands suddenly appeared at his neck, snapping a
black, studded leather collar onto his neck. Mr. Giles had
hold of the leash leading from the collar and he lead the
nude figure across the living room, and up to his bedroom.
Wesley shivered in nearly unbearable anticipation. This
was only the second time he had been allowed into the
'inner sanctum', if you will. On his last visit, he'd
barely made it past the door. His stomach and ribs still
felt a bit tender, to be perfectly honest.
The first thing Wesley saw as he entered the cozy loft was
the small bottle of oil resting next to a small mountain of
pillows. With a sharp tug, Mr. Giles guided the nude body
onto the bed. The younger man shifted so that he kneeled
on the bed, just in front of the pillows and oil, facing
the stairs and the man who still held his leash.
"Now, Wesley, I haven't been entirely pleased with your
performance as of late. I think that perhaps you have been
distracted you from your studies. And I think that boys
who neglect their studies must be punished, don't you?"
Studious green eyes regarded the nude, trembling figure on
the bed.
"Yes, sir." Punishment sounded delicious, though a tad
perilous.
"Now, if you perform adequately, you'll be given a bit of a
treat, but only if you do well." Giles paused, reaching
over to pull a small wooden chair over to where he stood.
With great precision, he sat himself in the chair and
leaned back into it, spreading his legs wide. Under his
lowered eyelids, Wesley gazed hungrily at the spread
fabric, knowing very well what lurked beneath it.
"Alright, first off, boy, did you see the bottle and the
pillows behind you?"
"Ah, yes, sir."
"Right then, take the pillows and arrange them under your
body so that your hips are properly displayed.don't forget
to give your arms a comfortable resting place."
Within mere minutes, the lean-hipped figure had the pillows
placed to his satisfaction. Wesley laid down on the
pillows, sighing at the soft feel of the beige flannel.
His neck lay on the edge of a pillow so that his eyes
looked at the ceiling rather than his own body or that of
Mr. Giles.
"Use the oil on yourself, Wesley, I want to see you to use
your education." Wesley's hand fumbled amongst his bed of
cushions for the bottle. Quickly, he grasped the glass
container and popped the top. Smooth and silky, a stream
of strawberry scented oil poured out onto his fingertips.
Oiled fingers glided up taunt skin to circle flat, pinkish
brown nipples. Wesley groaned as he caressed the nubs with
his slick fingers before flicking the tips until they
resembled tiny kernels of corn. One oiled hand continued
its ministrations on one hard nubbin as the other traveled
down again, this time past the stomach, to the edge of the
dark, heat moistened curls. The rising cock felt the heat
from the hand and jumped, eager for the well-known touch.
His hand tightly gripped the warm, solid piece of flesh
between his thighs and began to pump it, slowly, as it
jerked and pulsed, mindless in its desire. Losing himself
in the velvety heat of his hand, Wesley almost forgot where
he was, for what purpose he gripped his penis with such
fervor. He may as well have been in his hovelesque
apartment in LA, or on his estate in England. For nearly
15 minutes, nothing existed but the slick crush of flesh
moving around his throbbing penis. The warm come soon
shuddered from his penis, shooting all over the bed,
Wesley, and the wall the bed rested against. Wesley pumped
the nearly flaccid penis one more time before releasing it
with a soft groan as his hand fell to his side.
"Bravo, Wesley, not entirely terrible. I think that your
finish could use some work, but there'll be plenty of time
for that later. In the meantime, I do believe you've
earned a treat. Take the collar off and sit up." Wesley
struggled to rise from the pillows, seeing Rupert rise as
well, not missing the bulge pressing against the tight seam
of the jeans.
Wesley sat on the edge of the bed, nearly drooling as he
watched Mr. Giles strip off the black shirt, revealing his
firm, lightly furred chest. Then came the jeans, button
fly, each released button revealing a bit more of the
fabric covered mound underneath. As the pants came off,
Wes groaned when he saw exactly what covered his lover's
raging erection. The unmistakable sight of a jockstrap,
with its tiny bit of covering in the front, had long been
one of Wesley's turn-ons. The easy access to the ass, the
sweet sweat of the front pouch, it all drew the Englishman
right back to his school days, when he had first been
introduced to the pleasures of male sex by the older boys
on the football team. Wesley looked on in delectable
anticipation as Mr. Giles kicked off the jeans and leaned
back against the wall, shoving the chair to one side for
the moment.
"Come get your treat, boy." The lust evident in Rupert's
tone caused Wes' legs to shake as he rose from the bed to
kneel before his fleshly temple. His head came just above
the tightly packed pouch, and Wesley inhaled deeply,
smelling sweat, heat, and a hint of sandalwood. Nuzzling
the damp pouch with his nose, he felt the cock twitch. He
lowered his head a bit and began to tongue the sweaty
fabric, delighting in the involuntary thrust of Mr. Giles'
hips. When Wesley gently scraped his teeth down the front
of his lover's fabric-covered cock, the other man hissed
and finally grabbed his head, bruising thumbprints into the
skull. Eagerly, Wesley set to work with his tongue,
slurping, nibbling, and sucking the engorged cock through
the fabric, thoroughly wetting the white triangle in the
process. The continued jerky thrusts of Rupert's hips told
the younger man that his actions were giving the other man
pleasure.
When Wesley felt his own penis begin to stir, he thrust his
hand down between his legs and begin to pump into his fist,
rapidly bringing his penis to renewed hardness. Now, his
favorite part of the treat. He rose from his position on
the floor to look at Rupert eye to eye. The two men swayed
there for a long moment, transfixed by the lust they saw
reflected in each other's eyes. Silently, Wesley backed
away from his lover's sweaty body, his eyes still devouring
the luscious expanse of skin. Rupert moved away from the
wall a bit, grabbed for the chair, and shoved it against
the wall. Trembling, the older man grabbed the back of the
chair and presented his ass to Wesley.
The sight of the muscled ass set off by two white straps
made Wesley's eyes cross and his knees shake. Rupert's
body had just enough tan that that the strips of
elasticized fabric were beautifully set off. Luckily, he
still had some degree of control left. Somewhere. He tore
his gaze away from his treat and grasped the bottle of oil
laying on the bed. Careful to not spill, Wesley poured a
hefty amount of oil onto his hand. He sighed as the liquid
met his penis, and he made short work of preparing himself.
With the excess, he slowly slid one finger into Mr. Giles,
up to the knuckle and stopped.
~SNAP~
The muscles in Rupert's ass flexed as the elastic snapped
against the soft skin there. Wesley could feel his lover
trying to bring the finger in further by manipulating his
inner muscles. Sliding the rest of the finger in, Wesley
smiled as he heard a soft sigh come from the older man.
With each finger he slid in, he popped a strap, a little
harder every time, loving the way it made the ass muscles
jump and move. Three fingers spreading the tiny, dark rim
of flesh, Wesley flexed his fingers, found the hidden
nubbin, and flicked it. Mr. Giles howled as the fingers
played with his prostate, his inner muscles desperately
flexing around the intruding digits.
Sweeping his hand over the broad back below him, Wesley
straightened his body. He placed one hand on Rupert's hip
and used the other to place his nearly bursting erection at
the entrance to his lover's body. He popped the head of
his throbbing penis into the sweet silken tightness,
resting there. When Rupert's hips thrust back, eager to
envelop more of the hard shaft, Wesley once again snapped
an elastic strap, harder and sharper this time. The snap
made the loveliest noise against the other man's skin.
Wesley pressed forth, biting deep into his lower lip as
Rupert's ass crushed his cock in a vise-like grip. Finally
in, his balls up against the exposed ass, Wesley leaned
forward and twisted a nipple with his fingertips. The body
beneath his undulated its approval. Delicately, Wesley
licked at the sweat beads scattered on the back,
luxuriating in the saltiness. Then, he drew back his hips,
withdrawing from the tight glove, and slammed back in.
Little mewls and cries rent the air as the two men began to
thrust against one another, desperate to be closer. As if
this act could somehow envelop him in security of his
lover, Wesley rammed deep into Rupert's ass, gripping his
hips with both hands, growling as his orgasm approached.
The intense contractions around his eager shaft and the
musky smell of lust rising from their bodies drove Wesley
over the edge, and he shot his seed deep into his lover.
Gasping as the contractions inside Mr. Giles milked his
penis, the younger man brushed his hand over his lover's
nipples. The groan that action produced brought a deep
feeling of contentment to Wesley. In every other way,
perhaps, he was a raging failure. But he could still make
this man howl and beg.
He slowly withdrew from Rupert's body and eased him into a
standing position, once again leaning against the wall.
Bracing his own arms against the wall, he swayed into
Rupert, watching the chest heave with the need for climax.
Wesley nuzzled the arched neck so enticingly displayed
before him and took pity on the older man. Wouldn't do for
him to expire, after all. He slid his groin into contact
with Rupert's, the sweat and the remaining lube making
their pelvises glide together. With quick, fast thrusts,
Wesley ground his pelvis into Rupert's, bringing him to a
hard, violent orgasm. As he eased his thrusting, he felt
the warm come seeping from the front of the jockstrap.
Unable to resist, he dropped to his knees and licked at it,
cleaning the excess oozing out.
Strong hands grasped his shoulders and hauled him up, and
Wesley mewled in intense disappointment, licking his lips.
Their lips met in a short, sweet kiss as Mr. Giles tasted
his own essence inside that of his lover.
"Shower, luv?"
"Yes, quite."
Hand in hand, the two men sauntered down the stairs,
satisfied for the moment with their positions in life.
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