All by Myself
Part 4
Meeting Noah was completely unexpected distracting me from my current task of washing windows. "How dumb does that sound? "Extremely dumb," in case anybody is thinking that way.
Noah was bad to the bone as well as sexy as hell. He gave me more than a few fantasies rolling around in my thick cramped brain. It began when he spoke about dancing sexually and arousing me with the way he could move.
"Abruptly, I realized that I had no `type" when it came to men who were sexy and wanted to show off their moves and their body. If it glitters, it's gold alright; and Noah wanted to give me a first rate demo of glittering talent.
"This looks good," said Noah, scanning his eyes around the living room. "Why don't you sit in the middle of the couch and relax. Oh, and take your pants off, you will be more comfortable."
"I think I can handle that." I said
Standing with his back to me, Noah began by putting his arm around the back of his neck and sliding his tee shirt off over his head, then dropping it on the floor. The upper half of his body was bare and picture perfect. He ran his hand down across his body as if feeling up a stranger. He was not hard ridden with grueling muscles, only silky luscious skin rippling over his back like velvet.
He spun around fast imitating fucking the air and coming towards me. All the while the junk in his crotch moved like biscuits rising in the oven. He was not dancing, but shifting his body, using the swagger of a cowboy' for something dirty and sexy.
Noah's squatted down in front of me and spread his legs; making sure that my glance was fixated on his crotch. Leaning his body back, with his naked thighs spread eagle, he opened and closed them like a book. Noah was tempting me with "come and get it" unspoken words.
He crawled on the floor and pushed my legs apart so he could get between them with his head. I was so intent on watching him that I don't know how he managed to do that so quickly.
Noah swaggered on to my lap and our underwear covered cocks were mashing together as he wiggled his junk on top of my very hard dick. Using no hands, .he dance fucked me between my legs occasionally hitting my balls with his cock...
My shirt came off. Noah ripped it and the buttons went flying. My underwear was slid to my ankles and kicked it away. I sat there in panic like a desperate man nude, sweating and leaking like a bastard, wanting to be devoured.
Noah sleeked down over my chest, to my crotch. His mouth went straight to my balls. He licked and munched making me sloppy wet. My cock was in his mouth faster than one of those bullets that speed. It didn't last long before he was on top of me again wiggling his body and fucking the air like a cowboy bouncing on a horse and saddle.
"Holy shit, this was too much for me to take. It was madcap, the way he turned everything into lust.
Good Lord, this dude with his black trimmed beard, full lips, coal back eyes, silky body, (probably shaved) and scores of hidden talent; was about to give me a coronary.
I was close to his face and couldn't believe that I missed how princely he really was.
I had little to do but sit there bare-assed being fussed over by a naked stud fifteen years my junior. I couldn't take it any longer. I had to touch and grope my playmate. I don't remember being this hot for flesh before.
Before I could move Noah was kneeling on my right side with his left leg in back of my neck. His cock and balls were pressing into my side. He pulled me closer to him with his leg still around my neck. I fell into him like a tumbling building.
"How the fuck did you do that?" I mumbled as he crawled back onto my chest and pressed against me. He slid down my chest and stopped between my legs with my dick poking him in the face.
He ran his tongue down my cock and onto my balls, slurping and chewing in a way I had never experienced before. Then it happened...
My cock disappeared down his throat and he was able to keep it there pushing me over the edge. Noah was giving me such a powerful blow job; I thought I was going to melt.
The song Rhinestone Cowboy ended, but he continued wiggling and dry humping my chest rubbing his sweaty crotch over my face and holding onto my hair like the mane of a horse.
He stood on the sofa cushions straddling me. Noah leaned into me and rested both hands on the wall behind us for balance. His crotch was covering my face and his balls were resting on my chin.
An extreme whacked out gay man like me, had to do what comes naturally.
My hands went to the cheeks of his hard ass. All I wanted to do was touch his body like a golden child. He moaned, groaned and purred like a strange animal in heat.
He swiped my face with his cock and I caught it with my lips giving it a warm wet place to explode.
It wasn't by accident that his dick went into my mouth. Noah had placed it there; so, I caught nothing, it was brought to me for service. He was more man, than anybody would speculate, just by looking at him. . I thought "time out" would be a welcoming jester, Noah had wiggled on to my crotch and my cock slid into his body easy-peasy. He had prepared himself earlier and his hole was already slippery and arching to be plundered.
The feeling took my breath away; it was the best ever. Noah rode me cowgirl style bringing my already boiling point to an eruption. He rode back and forth until I was blasting a load of cum deep inside his talented little ass.
With cum dripping from his butt cheeks he again stood, leaned against the wall for balance and forced himself into my mouth. This time his dick was staying there.
It took three firm sucks (maybe four) and Noah was shooting gooey cannon spurts, filling my mouth with sticky sauce that trickled down my throat, like a two bit whore on skid row.
He collapsed next to me and I held him with his head resting on my lap. Nobody spoke; we just sat there like plastic.
"How you doing?" asked Noah finally speaking
"I'm trying to stay in the moment." I replied
"Told you so..." he bragged
"Do you have anything else to say?" I asked
"Can I shower and do you have any beer?
"Yes you can – and yes I do"
"Come with me and we can splash together," said Noah holding out his hand.
"You go – I'll pass. Another 20 minutes with you wet and naked, I will end up in ICU. " I replied, still reeling from the serious workout that Noah called dancing.
Noah was sparkling clean and dressed to leave. To him, it was just another day. To me, it was more tense than a tax audit.
I handed him a can of beer.
"Do you mind, if I take this with me? I want to get back there before he starts grilling some crap for dinner. I don't think Vince needs to know my business. I am leaving tomorrow to go back to the city. It has been a fast week." He said.
"Nope, not at all – take it with you. Do you really have to go?" I asked
"Let's say, I don't have to stay, that should cover it." Noah replied"
Let's say, you end up where you belong," I commented "that covers it even better."
"Same thing" said Noah
Noah disappeared on the trail in the woods, heading back to Vince's property next door. Everything was quiet, except for the "pop" sound of a beer can.
I drew myself a warm bath and slid my tired old frame into the soapy water. I liked being called "daddy dude". It has a solid ring to it.
As for Noah, he does what he does and ends up where he wants to be. Right or wrong, that is how he travels. I can't change any of it.
sherwoodm94@yahoo.com I am proud to ask once more to remember Nifty with whatever you care to share.