CHAPTER FIVE
"OK Noah, you can stand up now".
He had stayed down well beyond a count of ten, seemingly reluctant to stop obscenely presenting his hole and return to a merely lewd display of nudity.
I slapped a cheek, and he stood upright, startled out of his lustful stupor.
"OK, another round of drinks for everyone please, and you can fetch yourself one too. Off you go now".
He wandered round the room collecting glasses, his still-stiff cock bobbing like a little metronome in front of him.
As Noah left, Seb gave me a slow, ironic hand clap.
"Very good Master Graeme, very good. I'm not sure how much further you can take this short of throwing the lad down on the rug in front of us and buggering him silly. And while I for one wouldn't want to see your sorry old arse in action, I don't think Noah would stop you. I may be getting on a bit, but I can still recognise a horny boy when I see one".
"Thanks Seb - what about the other two of you - I'm not going too far for you am I? I've got another couple of tricks in mind before we go to the pub if you're not too freaked out?".
They all nodded their assent, as I moved on to the grand finale of the public part of tonight's show.
Noah returned with the drinks in two trips, and we all settled back down, eager for the fun to continue.
Our naked little house guest looked so sweet with his ever-present stiffie bobbing about for the world to see, nestled in it's little ball of light-brown pubes, but I wondered if there was one further step to Noah's denuding that I could nudge him towards.
I gestured to the floor at my feet, and he sat cross-legged on the cold wooden floor. Stunning as his naked arse was, I wasn't sure I wanted it on my fabric sofas. On my face for sure, but not on my sofas.
The grown-ups made small talk, as if having a stark bollock naked teenager at my feet whilst we gossiped about mutual friends and acquaintances was an everyday occurrence. I grinned, thinking that I was bound to be the subject of tomorrow's gossip.
As I chatted, I absent-mindedly placed my hand on Noah's head and ran my fingers through his light-brown curls, stroking the nape of his sweet little neck and tracing the top of his spine. I leaned over to sniff the contents of his glass, taking a sip to confirm that the cheeky little bugger had poured himself a neat double gin on the rocks. Oh well, I suppose I couldn't really begrudge him some Dutch courage.
Speaking of Noah's position, I decided it was time to move things along again. Returning his glass, I left my hand dangling in front of him, gently stroking his hairless chest and teasing his nipples.
The others carried on talking, but conversation gradually dried up as they spotted that my hand was moving lower and lower over his tight little abs, through his downy little treasure trail and towards his ever-stiff cock.
I did lightly run my finger over his knob, smearing the built-up pre-cum over the head, but that wasn't my real target. Instead, my sticky digits ended up nestled in his boy curls, in that lovely warm junction between his belly and the base of his jutting cock.
I wasn't actually touching his member, just gently teasing the pubes, tugging on them slightly and twirling them in my fingers. He was breathing more heavily now, to the extent that this was the only audible sound in the room. My hand slipped lower, cupping his ball-sac, and again teasing and playing with his pubes.
He gasped a couple of times, presumably when I tugged a little too hard for comfort.
"Sorry about that", I finally said, breaking the silence. "You've got a lovely little cock and balls, but all this hair does seem to be getting in the way of my enjoyment of it".
He looked up at me, puzzled by my remarks.
He didn't immediately say anything, so I prompted him, "Is there anything you think we could do about that Noah?".
I left the remark hanging there, watching as the cogs again turned in his mind, waiting for them to align in a jackpot-winning combination.
"Um, well yes, sorry about that. I guess I could go and do a bit of what do they call it - 'manscaping' then?".
His eyebrows were raised in question, wanting to please me.
"Well, that might be a start I suppose, but I wonder if there perhaps might be a more thorough option. I do like things to be nice and smooth if you get my meaning?".
Again, there was that biting of the lower lip as he processed what I was saying, followed by an audible 'gulp'. So fucking sweet. I could eat him.
"Erm, well I've never done that before, but I could borrow a razor I suppose? Is that what you had in mind?".
Fuck, this was hot, sitting in a room with my lover and a couple of friends whilst a naked little fuck-boy offered to shave himself bare for me.
"That does sound nice Noah, but it might be a bit tricky if you've not done it before, and I'm sure that some of those nooks and crannies might be difficult to get into. Why don't I come and give you a hand?" I said as if I was doing him a great favour.
He smiled, somewhat wistfully I thought, as if he recognised that he was about to surrender the outward signs of his short-lived manhood, and return to being a boy again.
"Up you get then. Bring our drinks", I instructed him.
"Gentlemen, will you excuse us for ten minutes please. Do talk amongst yourselves while I prepare a scenery change for Act III".
I made a rather spectacular exit from the living room, leading naked young Noah off by his very, very erect cock.
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