CHAPTER FOUR
As I walked back alone into the living room, the conversation stopped dead. Clearly they'd been expecting Noah's return.
"Don't look so disappointed guys, this evening's entertainment will be back with the drinks in a moment. Let me just sort this first though", and I picked up the TV remote control and placed it on the floor in front of the telly.
"What the ...?", began Dan, puzzled, but I shushed him.
"Wait and see my lover. Wait and see what drama Act II brings us".
Noah returned to the living room carrying the drinks which were distributed to the others.
He stood in front of me expectantly, clearly steeling himself for the next phase of his public display. And speaking of 'steel', the front of his shirt was tented, where his cute little spike pushed out the material. In fact, the pre-cum dampness was beginning to make the white cotton transparent, so it looked like he was trying to conceal a large raspberry in the folds of his shirt.
Again though, I mixed things up, not going along with whatever script was in Noah's head for how things would unfold.
"I thought we might watch some TV - would you mind passing me the remote from over there please Noah", and I nodded to where it lay on the floor.
I could see the cogs in his head turning. He was working out where the remote was, and what he'd have to do to retrieve it. He grinned as he joined the dots and finally made sense of my earlier strange lesson in the kitchen where I taught him how I expected things to be picked up in my home.
He was blushing again, but the dirty little bugger seemed almost keen now to complete his task - he was definitely getting more and more into this.
Wearing nothing but his shirt, Noah turned and walked over to the front of the telly. Facing away from us all, he slowly moved his ankles to be about three feet apart.
With a deep breath for courage, he bent smoothly from the waist, and reached down to pick up the remote, causing the shirt to rise over his pink, peachy globes, and presenting the room with the most beautiful view of boy bum.
What a sight.
Only a couple of yards in front of us, sweet little cheeks parted by his splayed legs, his boy-hole was clearly on display for all to see. It was surrounded by a few wisps of dark-blond hair, but was otherwise pink and unblemished. His ball-sack too hung sweetly - presented for us and also framed by light-brown wispy curls. There was no sign of his cock though - that was clearly standing straight up in front at the moment in testament to his excitement.
Seb let out his trademark low, dirty chuckle, and Dan a nervous giggle, while Noah held the pose for the count of ten seconds as previously instructed.
Beaming, he returned to me and presented the remote and asking "Is that what you wanted, Sir?".
I grinned at him, pleased both by his double meaning, and by his reference to me as 'Sir'.
"Yes boy, you did very well. Given that little display though, I'm not sure you have much need for the shirt any more. Come here".
I pulled him to me, undoing the shirt's remaining two lowest buttons, allowing his torso and crotch to escape the confines of the garment. He held on to the remote as I turned him to face the room. Lowering the shirt from his shoulders, I finally unveiled him - starkers now in front of four other horny guys, all of whom were around twice his age.
"Very nice young Noah" interjected Dan.
"Umm, thanks" said our nude house-boy, cock wagging in the breeze.
He was presented joyfully to the room, his back to me as I'd positioned him, delicious bum about eight inches from my face. I was stiff as a board (and I suspect the others were too, given the amount of crotch-adjusting that was going on), and it was taking all my will power not to just reach out to part his cheeks and shove my tongue up his sweet little shitter. ("Still, there's always later", I thought).
I noticed he still clutched the remote, clinging on to the one piece of domestic normality in this otherwise fucked-up little scene.
"Actually Noah, I've changed my mind about watching TV - after all, we've got something much better to look at now, haven't we?", I said, swatting him gently on the arse so there'd be no doubt that I meant we'd all be ogling him for the rest of the evening.
"Why don't you just put the remote back down please?".
He went to take a step towards the telly, but I grabbed him by both hips.
"No no, putting it down where you are will be fine - on the floor in front of me please. And remember, putting things down is just like picking things up, only in reverse".
Sure enough, arse still only a few inches from my face, he spread his legs to the pre-instructed three feet apart and bent over from the waist, placing the remote on the floor.
If the view was magnificent before, then this close-up it was spectacular. Every detail clearly visible in front of me and this time with an extra sense in play, as a hint of boy-musk hit my nose - a clean but oh-so-dirty scent filling me with lust and wetting my mouth with saliva.
As he held his ten second pose, I seriously considered just immediately chucking our guests out of the house to drag him to bed and ravish his sexy little frame. But no, I thought, good things come to those who wait - there's more of this game to be played.
Level as his hole was with my mouth, I leaned forward slightly. Again, the scent was overwhelming - not dirty, but a delicious earthy, musky odour of teen arse that just made me even stiffer.
I'm sure that the others thought I was moving in to rim his cute little hole, but instead I just blew a gentle stream of air onto his offered pucker. He groaned loudly and lewdly. From my close-up vantage point between his legs, I was rewarded with the sight of several drops of pre-cum falling to the floorboards at my feet.
I grinned and thought to myself how well Act II seemed to be going.
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