CHAPTER THREE
We got back to our place and did the basic housekeeping bits - Dan lit the fire in the living room, and everyone except Noah took off their coats and made themselves at home. It was almost as if previous fiendish commitments had been forgotten, but I pulled us back to the plan by saying "let's get Noah comfortable, then he can sort us all out with some drinks".
We stretched out on the sofas in the living room, except for Noah who stood, simultaneously obedient, submissive and subtly demanding in front of me, basically challenging me with his cute little groin thrust out in front of my face, and a developing damp patch showing in front of his cords.
"Well then," I said, "our naturist Noah probably needs some help - Dan, could you take his jacket please darling?".
Noah shuffled over like a lamb to the slaughter, and stood passively as Dan removed the jacket, folding it carefully and placing it over the back of the sofa.
"Thanks Dan, and now perhaps Seb - could you get the waistcoat?".
"Oh, it would be my pleasure", purred Sebastian as the waistcoat was unbuttoned, removed, and placed on top of Noah's jacket.
"Now then, what's next? Oh yes, Ray, perhaps you could dispose of the shoes and socks for him please?".
I'd long suspected that Ray had something kinky going on - we might as well see if it was a foot thing. As I said, I've no interest in seeing my friends getting off, but a little toe-sucking or whatever can just be written off as basic anthropology.
Sure enough, there was a more than usual amount of effort going into Ray's removal of Noah's shoes and socks. I'm sure Ray convinced himself that he was just playing along by building the tension as he lifted Noah's feet to briefly caress the odd Noah toe. The effect however was only to add to the damp patch in the poor boy's corduroys.
As Ray finished with Noah's bare feet, I grinned at how my planned order of service now left my little fuck-toy exactly where I wanted him to be.
It was my turn now - Show Time !
Noah was now down to nothing but shirt and trousers. Given that his fragrant underwear was happily tucked in my pocket, I knew that the only thing between his proud boyhood and the outside world was a pair of corduroy britches.
Obviously, my end game was always going to be a naked Noah skipping round the living room, but I had a horny diversion on the way to achieving this goal. You see, had he still been wearing his boxers, I'd simply have stripped him, garment by garment until he was running around in just his undies; their removal being the grand finale. But those skimpies had already been surrendered to me, and that game would be over too soon so I needed another plan.
As Noah stood before me, I pulled him closer, tugging his shirt tails out of his trousers. He was clearly still 'up for it', and if I'd just stripped him bare there and then in front of my friends, I already knew that he'd go along with it. Again though, I had more of a mind-fuck agenda brewing. He, like everyone else in the room, was probably expecting me to remove his shirt - he thought he still had time to prepare himself for the final reveal.
I grinned up at him though, about to cut that time short, as with my hands under his shirt-tail fronts I began undoing his belt buckle.
He looked slightly puzzled, but shrugged and maintained eye contact with me while I oh so gently lowered his zipper. He sucked his tummy in as I let his trousers drop in a puddle round his ankles.
As he stood facing me, I caught a glimpse of his stiff little boyhood bobbing around, so I'm sure that my guests and hubby must have had a quick flash of his cute little bum when he put his hands on my shoulders to support himself and lift first one leg then the other to step out of his trousers.
"You OK?" I leaned in and asked softly. He was breathing quite quickly but still seemed to be holding it together.
"Uh-huh", he nodded back at me, ready for whatever I was about to throw at him.
"Good boy - now let's keep going shall we?".
He sighed gently and nodded again pushing himself forward, offering himself up. I felt a sudden rush of lust and sexual power as this cute nineteen year old had just agreed to me stripping him starkers in front of my friends as a prelude to fucking him senseless later.
I decided to wind it back down a notch though - I think the secret to keeping things interesting is to do things that the sub doesn't necessarily expect.
I undid the top few buttons of his shirt, pulling it apart to reveal just a hint of nipple on either side, but leaving it fastened from his tummy down.
"That'll do for now boy - you can fetch drinks for my guests like that - go and ask them what they want, then it's all in the kitchen where you'd expect".
I sat back and grinned, my job done for now, as Noah went round the room taking drink requests. The sight of his smooth, bare legs disappearing up under his white shirt with just a hint of arse cheek on display was quite breath-taking.
As he left the room to attend to his duties, there was an almost palpable group exhalation.
"Well", said Seb, "you're a dark one Graeme. 'Let's see a show' you said, but I never imagined you had this in mind. Can I just say, I'm giving it five stars so far?.
I chuckled. "Yeah thanks. I'm as surprised as you lot, but I think we're just at the end of act one - there's a lot more still to come, so do hang around for the rest of the performance".
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll just go and check on our little house-boy and your beverages".
I headed to the kitchen, arriving at just the perfect moment to see Noah on his tiptoes reaching up into the cupboard for glasses, causing the last scrap of clothing protecting his modesty to ride up, flashing me his peachy little bum.
I coughed gently to get his attention and he turned, blushing sweetly.
"All OK? You did very well in there - I want you to know that I'm really proud of you. I'm sure it can't have been easy for you".
"Thanks" he whispered.
"You do know there's more to come though, don't you? For a start, this'll be coming off next - probably as soon as we're back in the living room", I said, gently lifting the front of his shirt as it hung at his waist.
And there it was.
I paused to breathe in the beautiful sight before me, as for the first time I had a clear view of his cute little cock. Hard, and pulsing softly in time to the beat of his heart, about five and a half inches of perfect boy-meat. Framed at the bottom by a little nest of soft brown curly pubes, and topped by the bright red glans, proudly displayed with the help of his retracted foreskin. Magnificent was the only word that truly fitted it - a magnificent little penis, which, along with the rest of it's owner would be all mine to play with tonight.
I pulled him in for a hug, my right hand slipping down behind him to cup a bare arse cheek. My left hand was busy too, dropping down to his front to clutch his stiff little hard-on. I ran a finger over his cock-head, feeling the slickness as a drop of pre-cum slid beneath my finger.
I held him still for a moment, radiating his warmth into my body. He trembled slightly and his voice was quivering as he said "Thank you so much, I'm sort of scared but really enjoying this at the same time. It's just the kind of thing I had in mind, although I could never have imagined this actually happening to me. It's like one of my internet stories. If you want to strip me in front of the others, it will be fine".
I smiled at his naivety. "Oh don't worry - we're well beyond you needing to give me permission - remember? You agreed to anything and everything as soon as you walked through the door. I'll respect my word though that it's not a gang-bang. It may feel like it's heading in that direction at times, but I want this all to myself".
As I said the word 'this', I ran my finger in between the gorgeous soft globes of his arse to lightly stroke his boy-hole and make my meaning clear.
He gasped, and clung to me more tightly. "Yes of course, sorry, whatever you want".
"Good boy", I said. "Now, I need to teach you how to bend over and pick things up ...".
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Author's Note: --------------
I hope you're enjoying Noah's adventures so far. He certainly is.
He's confessed a couple of times now to exploring his kinky side by reading stories on the internet. I'm the guardian of Noah's back-story, and I can assure you that he would have been right here where you are now - checking out and enjoying the Nifty libraries.
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Nifty is my 'go to' site for one-handed reading - it's been there for as long as I can remember there being an internet in it's present form - giving me decades of enjoyment no less.
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