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Naughty Noah By Justin Balancier jbalancier9@yahoo.com
Today, like most days, I wonder what interest will impart my thoughts and pollute my imagination. I don't have cronies that I can confide in, but when it comes to imagination, I'm travelling on a highway that seems to go nowhere. I am as lovable as they come only it's yet to be discovered.
I have little exposure to events like older people seem to possess. I suppose there is only pint-size wisdom for one to draw from at my age. I graduated from high school and turned eighteen last September. And like most teen agers, I think I'm cool.
I'm involved with girls but not sexually. I like hanging with them as friends. Sometimes the girls have ideas that go beyond the buddy system and it drives me nuts. I have a deep fantasy for some guy to take control of me for passionate sex. I masturbate constantly to relieve this desire. Oh sure – I'm cool alright boarding on stress or maybe simple desperation.
It was raining Thursday morning when I drove to the supermarket to stock up on dog food for our two husky labs that my older brother Carl adopted from the animal shelter.
The raining was steady but on the gentle side. The air was motionless and since the wind was calm, nothing bothered me. The radio was tuned to country and I sang along with the songs I knew, that is until I stopped for a red light.
Standing in the wet, with water dripping off a slick yellow rain jacket was somebody that looked familiar to me, shifting from one foot to another and looking uncomfortable waiting for a bus. It was then; I remembered where I knew him from. He worked at the supermarket market as a cashier.
I recognized him from the checkout line in the store. I remembered he was charismatic towards customers. People like that are easy to remember. Anyway, I suppose it was a job requirement.
The window came rolling down as if it had a mind of its own and beads of water sprayed in my face. The light turned green and I had no choice but to move.
I wiped my face with the back of my hand and pulled into the bus stop area to let traffic pass by.
"Hey dude, want a lift?" I yelled
"I'm waiting for a bus."
"I know. - You work at the supermarket and that is where I am headed, come on."
He came running over and got in the front seat. "I'm getting your car wet" he said apologizing for the rain.
"Ah, it's only water, don't worry about it. I'm not concerned." I told him.
He flipped the hood back from his head and displayed a smile that would melt ice.
"Damn, I thought to myself...I could go to jail for what I'm thinking." I never really had a `type.' I figured I would know it when I saw it. And I liked what I saw. Not that it was going to do me any good. He was so outgoing and friendly that it pained me straight to my toes trying to keep up with him.
"I'm Noah," he said to me.
"I know"
"You do? - oh my name tag, yeah sure, you know my name; but you don't really know me."
"It that a good thing or a bad thing? – uh, not knowing you." I asked jokingly. "We can fix that. My name is Josh."
"Hi Josh." He replied bubbling with life. "Humm, Noah and Joshua – great names straight from the bible." He commented.
"No doubt – that's the name my parents gave me. Everyone calls me Josh, but when my mom gets upset she calls me Joshua." I said to Noah...
"Yeah, that s funny, teachers will do that too when they want to get your attention or probably embarrass you." he added
We reached the supermarket and Noah got out in front of the store. I parked and went inside looking for dog food. Noah was nowhere in sight. He had disappeared into the employees lounge.
I was bending over lifting a 60 lb. bag of dog food when somebody touched me from behind and put their arms around my waist. I almost dropped the bag on the floor, but it slid gently back down my leg and rested on top of my shoe.
Noah had grabbed me from behind and when I turned around he was still holding me, then let go. "Josh, hey dude I didn't thank you for the lift. Guess my thoughts were elsewhere. I made it not too soaked thanks to you. Here, let me help you with that bag."
I started to say, "No, that's okay, I have it" but stopped short. Noah was wearing a red employees vest open in the front. His name was inscribed on the front of the vest. He wasn't very old, maybe around 19 or 20. When he bent over to lift the bag of dog food into my cart, his pants pulled firm across his backside and exposed a hard intense rear only inches from my face. Damn but he was nice. I imagined what it would be like to rip off those pants and bite that ass. Well, that ain't gonna happen.
When I went to check out, there was a long line waiting in Noah's aisle but nobody in the 12 items or less checkout. A store employee directed me to speedy checkout missing my chance once more to look at Noah. So I paid for the dog food and left still thinking about him.
I realized later that if I had more than pint-size wisdom, I would have been more outgoing with him. I should have asked him to see a movie with me. He may have said `not interested' but it was worth a try. I had a deep feeling that he was available to the right person. Who knows, maybe I could be that person. But I didn't pursue it. How friggin stupid is that?
A few days later, I went to the mall with my friend Marie to walk around. Marie was intent on looking at shoes and I was interested in looking at the men. She ran into our mutual friend from school Mary Ann and the two of them took off together hunting for shoes. It was nothing I wanted to do which was more than fine with me. I get bored fairly easy doing nothing, so I went to the food court for a slice of pizza and a coke.
It seemed like only minutes when somebody slid beside me and said. "Hey goof ball, where you been hiding?" – It was Noah.
"Hey Noah, it's first-rate seeing you. You're as energetic as ever.
"Yeah I know. First rate goes with energy, so I am told."
"Is that so?" I replied. "I haven't been hiding. Just been hanging around the house. I am waiting for my friend Marie. She`s at some shoe store buying lord knows what."
"Is she your girlfriend?" Noah asked
"Hell No, we are just friends. I don't have a girlfriend."
"I don't either." Noah replied
When Noah said that, my cock started to rise. He was really affecting me and if I stood up, everybody would know it. There is a lot down there. So I remained seated at the table sipping my drink and waiting for my stuff to go back to sleep.
"How come you didn't use my checkout line with your dog food?" Noah asked
"The line was too long and I ended up in speedy checkout."
"I know you did. I saw you checking out." Noah mumbled with his head tilted and his dark eyes transfixed on my face.
"Really?"
"Yeah, of course – really. I wanted to watch you."
"Sort of like a guardian angel huh?"
"Yeah, you might say it's something like that." He replied
By now my cock was really getting hard and the more Noah spoke and got closer to me the more excited I became, if that was even possible.
Marie and Mary Ann were coming towards us caring packages. Mary Ann looked at Noah as if he was prime rib, but Noah didn't return the same look. Instead he bumped my knee under the table and got up to leave. I'm not sure if it was by accident or intentional, I just know that I liked being touched. So, of course I had to think something hot about it."
"Got to run mall hikers, don't spend all your greenbacks. Catch ya later."
"Yeah, sure." I replied - later
Noah had scribbled a number on a napkin and left it on the table. He didn't try to hide it. He just left it there. Then he walked away leaving my cock and my underwear moist and sticky. I lifted myself and let my fingers touch my swollen crotch. Oh man, I had a toy in there needing to be played with. However with Noah out of the picture, my stuff calmed down and we left the mall.
I text Noah later and found out he was working 4 days a week at the market. The hours were screwy and constantly changing.
I was heading to college come second semester. In the meantime I had many free days with not much to do. So we began to hang out together whenever he had time. Since I didn't have a schedule, we worked around his.
Noah drove an older white pick up around town and used it for transportation and hauling plants for his mother's garden. I guess that included groceries and big items too. The day I met him in the rain waiting for a bus, his truck was in the garage getting a transmission job. That was a lucky break for me (the rain that is) because it gave me the opportunity to offer him a ride to work. We have been tracking together ever since.
We became friends in no time at all. We were close in age, liked doing the same things, and shared an attachment that seemed to go beyond the buddy system. We went to a basketball game, a couple of movies and stock car races. The movies I could handle, but the stock car races began to piss me off. It was frustrating because I wanted more than just someone to pal around with. I wanted to hold him and lay naked exploring his body being nasty. I'm sure he thought the same way. He would draw me in with those dark eyes like flies on a piece of candy. Guys don't normally look at one another that way, but we did.
Noah was a trim good looking package with an infectious smile and a sexy walk, short cropped dark hair and piercing dark eyes. He had a swimmers' body and just turned twenty. No kidding, he was good-looking from head to foot. Not drop dead gorgeous – just good looking. I was constantly getting hard whenever he got close to me or the conversation tilted toward sex. After a while I no longer tried to hide it. Noah would look at my swollen crotch and say "grr -ruff" followed by a silly laugh.
"Jesus man, you are hard all the time. Josh, how big is that thing anyway? You need to jerk off more." Noah said to me one day coming back from the mall.
"I don't think that's the answer. I drain this dick every day, often twice and I still get hard. I know it's from being around you. Sorry man – but that's when it happens and fuck, you might as well know it." I confessed to him
"I'm not stupid Josh. I see it getting bigger in your jeans. I like looking at it too."
"Like being a little gay?" I asked testing the waters.
"How the fuck can somebody be a little gay?"
"Beats me – can't really, I suppose. How about gay for gay."
"Now you're getting me uncomfortable."- Noah said opening his legs and showing me a hefty cock growing down the left side of his leg.
"How about that..." I said teasing him. "You're getting hot looking at my crotch."
"Oh, shut up."
"Sorry...I'm just saying!!"
"Never mind, don't shut up, I'm gonna look if I want too." Noah snapped back at me.
"You like what you're seeing and you want to kiss me, don't you?" I said to him. "Yeah, I bet you would kiss me right now."
"I don't kiss friends."
"Not even if your friend is Joshua?"
"Well yeah, I suppose I could do that." Noah replied tilting his head and spearheading those dark eyes into my face. He was smiling and looking between my legs. I knew he wanted to go there. I'm not stupid either.
"Keep looking between my legs. You're getting me hot." I commented"
"Yup" was Noah's only reply. "I know I'm getting a rise out of you." He added.
Our conversation finally got around to sex and that meant exploring each other's body. At least that's what I wanted it to mean. I was eighteen looking forward to my ninetieth birthday just slightly younger than Noah. My hair is also dark but more on the brown side. My eyes are green and I am trim with a masculine bloom of youth on my face. I have a mirror so I know I'm a hot catch. I am not a silly teen ager. I am serious and mature for my age. I do have a big cock (I'm not saying how big – just big) and I love to fuck. Checking out fast cars, getting high and girl fucking is crap that never appealed to me, like others my age. Perhaps that's why I have very few friends. It doesn't matter because now I have Noah. I'm pretty sure of that.
My desire is to rip his underwear off and squeeze his firm bubble butt. I want to eat his ass and fuck him until I explode inside his warm slim body. My thoughts are constantly zeroing in on lust. It is always Noah who turns me on. I`m definitely oversexed because my cock wants to be stroked more than sleeping in my pants like a cucumber.
Noah although he seldom talks about it, goes home and jerks off. Everything considered, we are right for each other.
It's a good thing Noah was driving that day coming back from the mall, because I would have torn his pants off if I had the opportunity. He drove over Cass Road where new homes are under construction. The road dead ends with overgrown fields and trees covering several wild acres. Part of the area is still wooded but not for long. Homes were springing up everywhere along Cass Road.
"Come on, said Noah as he turned off the ignition and jumped out of the truck. I want to show you something."
He walked ahead of me until we were out of view from the truck, and stopped. He turned around and began taking his clothes off. I mean all his clothes. His body was being unwrapped like a birthday present and I actually began to feel weak. He was slim built, but smooth and above average – way above average. The last thing to drop was his underwear exposing an amazing silky smooth, straight as an arrow, hard dripping gift from the Gods. His cock was at the summit, no exaggeration.
"For me?" I asked
"Oh yeahhh" Noah replied staring at me eye to eye. "Take it."
I put my arms around him so fast that I almost stumbled tripping over vines on the ground. I held his face with both of my hands and kissed and kissed him like a wild man. His hands were working overtime unbuckling my pants, and in seconds they were on the ground. We pressed together naked cock to cock releasing precum and blending together..
I felt his hand slide slowly down my back, it stopped at my butt. He slipped his fingers against my bare flesh and massaged the firmness of my cheeks. I knew then, what Noah wanted, and it made me anxious for more. He was playing this gutsy move the same way I would do it. I knew he was willing to do anything with me. Was I fuckin lucky – or what?
I placed my hand on his chest and I worked my mouth all over his body. I licked him wherever I could reach. Nothing was out of bounds. I cupped his balls and swallowed his hefty dick. I put my hands around the back of his legs and wouldn't let him pull out of my mouth. I finally had his cock where I wanted it. I was determined to get fed with whatever sauce Noah would shoot from his balls and it belonged to me. His meat was so straight and smooth that I had little trouble taking it completely. What a good fit it was filling my mouth. He wasn't small by any means. I'm just a good cocksucker.
"Fuck Josh" Noah Screamed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" I'm coming Josh. That was about all Noah could utter as his body trembled and he began spurting gobs and gobs of creamy nectar directly down my throat. I savored every drop and swallowed before I choked on it. I kid you not – it was a moment in time. I suppose I could have described it in a filthy manner, but this was a class act blow job, so why mess it up with untamed adjectives and phony numbers.
"Jesus Noah, I think I just got sucked off by the starship enterprise. Fuckin A buddy.
"Yeah", was all I could say." Actually I could have said more, but we were basking in the afterglow so why fuck it up.
Noah lay on the bare ground with me next to him on his right side. We both stared at the sky, still awkwardly trying to melt together into one tender body.
"I know you want to fuck me Josh and I want it too. So fuck me now or fuck me later. It's your man cave anytime you want me. Bury your big cock and lubricate my insides with Joshua milk." Noah mumbled in my ear while licking and kissing me like a starving child. "Hold me Josh – just hold me."
"You have a beautiful butt Noah, one that any guy would go nuts to get near. I'd be more than jealous if it went to somebody else." I commented.
"Do you want to pin it now"? He asked
"No - I want to save it for another time. What I want right now is jerk off on your body, and dominate you... yeah right now. That's what I want to do. I'd like to see your stomach soaked in creamy cock milk. I want to stick myself to your chest using nutt juice for paste." "Go ahead and do it. Ain't nobody stopping you?" He replied. I tried to lean my legs over Noah's chest but he kept putting his mouth on my cock. I thought to myself, if that's what Noah wants, then that's what he should have. I knew he was anxious to eat warm cum because he told me so. I shoot huge loads of stuff and he knew it from stories that I told him in the past. Now he wanted to have cock syrup fill his mouth and feed his sexual hunger. Noah began masturbating me with his firm precious hand and licking the head of my dick as he stroked away. When he got a little sticky precum from my cock, he would eat it. He was still naked and watching his lean swimmers body working on me was a vision come true. It didn't take long for clear juice to flow over the head of my cock. Watching him suck hard holding my balls and working like a whore for a load of baby batter, was more than I could handle. My legs stiffen and it felt like gooey pudding was erupting straight from my toes. I blasted off, with enough cock lava to drown in. There were a couple of wild shots that went into the air, but I don't know what happened to them. Cum landed on my chest and stomach. There was a lot of it. My balls are big producers of vanilla. Noah pumped my dick until it stopped spitting and became still. He held it in his hand and kept kissing it. His hand wiggled through the milky mess on my stomach like finger painting. He scooped some thick cum from my chest and ate it like pudding. Noah kept wiping and eating. He licked my chest and pushed his lips around in cum, slurping and eating. He put his mouth on mine and dropped some cum into my mouth and we swallowed at the same time. We did it together from pure animal lust. He had me on fuckin fire. After the dirty madness was wiped away, we dressed and went back to the truck. Noah asked, "Josh, this gay messing around...do you think its okay? I mean, are we sluts?"
"Where did that thought come from? Hell no, it isn't wrong, if that's what you're asking. Sluts? Not us – its desire that we handle just fine." I told him.
Noah began to get aroused by the way I spoke to him. It affected me the same way, if you can believe that. Maybe we are sluts. This happens a lot when we speak to each other about sex. He watched as a bulge grew beneath my jeans bringing his hand again to my cock.
"I want it." He said, pushing me against the truck mumbling and licking my arm.
"Oh fuck" I leaned back and cried out – "You slut." I unbuckled my jeans and Noah worked his hand around the warmth of my cock and clasped my balls wanting more cum. He was where he wanted to be and I was happy.
To be continued...
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