Wes and Toren by J.M. Colail

there were no beaches nearby.
    Wesley interrupted my daydream when he pulled a joint out of his pack of cigarettes. He slid it underneath his nose then put it in his mouth.
    He leaned back as he searched for his lighter in his pocket.
    “Smoke this with me,” he said.
    “I don’t know….”
    “Oh, c’mon. You already did it once, so what’s the big deal?
    Besides, you’ll probably get high this time, so it won’t be a waste,” he urged, burning the tip then inhaling deeply. He held it out to me and I took it hesitantly. “You remember how, don’t you?”
    I nodded and brought the joint to my lips, breathing in cautiously and then breathing in again. The smoke filled my lungs and I exhaled fully, watching the stream of smoke from my mouth. I smiled shyly and Wesley congratulated me, patting my back and taking the joint. We passed it back and forth and I experienced only one coughing fit. When we got to the roach, Wesley put it out and dropped it in his cigarette pack. I looked at the pond and rubbed the tops of my legs with my palms.
    “I feel kinda funny,” I said, starting to swing my legs back and forth.
    “Funny good? Or funny bad?” Wesley asked, smiling with an arched eyebrow.
    “Funny good,” I said with a giggle.
    “Yup, you’re definitely stoned, Mr. Grey,” he announced and slapped my back. Mr. Grey sounded funny to me. “You’ve been smiling since your third toke.”
    “I have?” I asked, touching my face with my fingertips. I giggled again.
    Wesley laughed softly and rested his hand on my leg. “Kiss me.”
    “Okay,” I agreed and leaned into him. He slid his tongue between my lips and when I closed my eyes, the sensation rippled through my 84
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    body. I kissed him with every sense escalated and it felt so good. Before I knew it, Wesley unbuttoned my blue jeans and pulled down the zipper.
    I jumped back and looked around cautiously. “Wait! Wh-what are you doing?”
    “Relax. There’s no one around for miles,” Wesley assured me, continuing to push his hand down my pants.
    I responded to his touch, the mere hint of it. Wesley grinned at me and I finally admitted to myself that I was really horny. I wondered if this was how Wesley felt all the time.
    “Wesley!” I protested, remembering how out in the open we were.
    “Oh, come on,” Wesley urged. “On the off chance that someone comes by, I’ll just tell them that you…were bit by a snake and I’m just…sucking out the poison.”
    “What?”
    Wesley yanked down my pants and gasped. “Oh no! It’s swelling up! And rigor mortis has already set in! I’ve got to hurry!”
    “What?”
    Wesley laughed and then licked the tip tenderly. He moved his hands to the base and then dropped his mouth around me. He sucked and licked feverishly. I moaned quietly and he pulled me closer and deeper into his mouth, moving his hand to my backside. My legs trembled and I grasped his shoulders.
    “Oh, wow….”
    Wesley stopped and looked up at me with a grin at the corner of his mouth. “Did you just say wow?”
    I looked down at him in my lap, his brown hair falling in his eyes, the grin on his lips. My whole body felt warm and tingly. “Don’t stop!” I pleaded, forgetting about the joint we just smoked, the fresh open air, the fear of being caught. Wesley was the only real thing in this world.
    “Yes, sir,” Wesley said, and then sucked hard on me until I came in his mouth and down his throat, which didn’t actually take too long.

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    I panted and gasped for air, Wesley bracing me and keeping me from toppling over. I held to his arms and sighed, the world slowly coming back to me.
    “Oh God…I thought I was gonna die,” I whispered. I took deep breaths, remembering the fevered sensations, and reached my hand out to the top of Wesley’s blue jeans and the bulge pushing out just beneath.
    Wesley held my hand steady and shook his head.
    He pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply. “Let’s go back