A gay story: Surface Deep “You don’t have any food allergies, right? I told her no, but she won’t shut up until I ask you. She said better safe than sorry,” Noah asked on the other end of the line.
“Nope, I have an iron stomach.” I smiled, as I pictured Noah’s mother busying herself over the stove for ‘her boys,’ as she called us.
‘Us’ being Noah and Noah. Yes, we have the same first name. And we even kind of look alike. Okay, not kind of… we do look alike. Not identical, but it’s enough that it compels people with poor social graces to ask if we’re brothers.
No. We’re not related. It had really bothered me when people had the gall ask us this, in public. It’d never bothered Noah. But it had happened once while we were HOLDING HANDS. I still don’t know if the person who asked that was genuinely curious, or just rudely pointing it out to us.
Annoying questions aside, we did acknowledge at the beginning of our relationship that we looked alike, had the same name, and it was kind of weird. We didn’t psychoanalyze it though. We laughed about it, and then it disappeared from our relationship, and was never a problem. I called him Noah, he called me Noah, and we had our nicknames too.
“That’s exactly what I said.” He laughed. “I’ll tell her again.”
I heard him put down the phone to yell at his mom through the house. “Noah SAID NO.”
He picked back up, I thought I heard him gulp, and his voice got lower. “Hey, baby, so, I, uh… you think I could try topping you tonight?” He sounded hopeful.
I winced. I’d tried bottoming only once, years ago, before we met. I wasn’t able to relax, so it was painful, and I didn’t enjoy it. When we started dating, he knew this, and said he loved bottoming for me. It became the norm. But he said he wanted to fuck me eventually. And he’d been asking with increasing frequency. Our six-month anniversary had just passed, so I knew it was past time to give it up. I took a deep breath.
“Okay, yeah,” I breathed out. Despite myself, I began grinning from the idea, and couldn’t hide the sound of it from my voice. “You can fuck me tonight.”
I heard a smile mirroring mine as he inhaled sharply, and said, “Fuck yes, baby. You’re gonna love it. I can’t wait. I’ve got lube and poppers. It’s gonna feel so good. Just remember to clean up.”
Oh, yeah. Bottoming (at least on short notice like this) comes with prep work.
“Oh, right. Um, I don’t have a douche here, babe,” I said.
I was saved one more night from bottoming.
“I’ve got one here,” he was quick to point out.
“One you’ve used on yourself…?”
“Uh, Noah, your tongue has been in my asshole. So don’t get squeamish on me. But don’t worry, I clean it good, so it’s safe to use. You’ll finally see what I do for you — every time we fuck!”
“Alright, alright, I get it. I can’t wait to use your douche. I’ll clear the runway for you.”
We laughed, said bye, and hung up.
I got up from the couch and put away the bong. I was too stoned. Oops. I began stripping off my clothes as I walked to the bathroom for a shower.
I stopped at the mirror. Damn, I looked good. I started checking myself out.
My dark-brown hair was longer on top, buzzed on the sides near my neck, with a fade up. I had bright, silvery-blue eyes that made girls fall for me throughout grade school. My facial hair was thick, but trimmed and short, and added even more angle to my jawline, which I was already proud of. I had a killer smile, with straight, white, shiny teeth. My torso was lean-muscular from regular running and working out. Moderate hair on my chest, and a happy trail that covered my six-pack abs, and led the way to every man’s most precious bits.
I kept my pubes trimmed short, and my big balls completely hairless, because Noah loved sucking on them. My dick hung four inches soft, and was a bit over seven inches hard. Average to above-average thickness. I’d been told by more than a few guys that I have ‘boyfriend dick.’ It was a compliment most times, I think.
As I turned to step into the shower, I couldn’t help but check out my ass. There’s that bubble butt that I did so many squats at the gym to maintain. I couldn’t blame Noah for pining after it. I squeezed my cheeks to feel the muscles. They were firm but soft, like newly ripe peaches. And a layer of soft, fuzzy hair to match.
I faced the mirror again and marveled at my appearance. I was so good looking. I made a mental note to thank my parents for the genes.
I’d fuck me. And I was getting fucked tonight. Would it be uncomfortable like my first-and-only time? Noah seemed to love it. And our dicks were almost exactly the same in size and shape.
He took it like a champ that first time — with nothing but my spit as lube. That was the night I fell in love with him, not only for the fantastic sex, but for the connection I felt.
I looked at the time on my phone. Shit, I’d wasted ten minutes fucking around and staring at myself in the mirror. The dinner was in less than an hour.
I stepped into the shower and let the hot water pour down my head, over my body, and relax my muscles. My stoned thoughts wandered away, and I remembered meeting Noah…
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It was over six months ago; we were twenty and twenty-one, he being slightly older. We met at a party near our college campus, where everyone was drinking and smoking. Noah and I kept looking at each other through the haze. As we went along with the flow of the crowd, through the living room, kitchen, patio, and into the night, we found ourselves kissing sloppily in the host’s upstairs bathroom.
The stranger was running his hands up my shirt as we made out. I grabbed and manipulated his ass cheeks, pulling them apart. He whimpered into my mouth a little each time I let go, like he didn’t want me to stop. My horny, drunk, caveman brain told me I’d scored, and found a hungry bottom at this party full of straight people.
His hands wandered down, until he was rubbing my dick through my pants.
“Fuck, I can’t take it anymore,” he groaned, as he bent down and began undoing my pants. It had only been like ten seconds, but I leaned back against the sink, and let the handsome stranger from the party downstairs do his thing.
He pulled my clothes down in one swipe and fell backwards when my hard dick surprised him with a whack to the face. He grimaced in pain and rubbed the back of his head, which had smacked against the wall.
I stifled a laugh as I helped him up. “Shit, are you alright? You okay…? Damn, my dick isn’t THAT big,” I teased.
He was flushed red with embarrassment, fading lust, and whatever he’d drank throughout the night.
“I’m fine, doesn’t hurt, just lost my balance, I’m just drunk,” he said quickly, without looking at me. He rubbed his head awkwardly and glanced around the bathroom like he didn’t know what to do next. I grabbed his wrist, pulled him close again, and returned my hands to his firm ass.
“I’m sorry my huge monster cock scared you. I promise it won’t hurt too bad when it’s in you,” I joked, as I pulled his cheeks apart.
The stranger laughed and made eye contact, and for the first time that night, I got a good look at him up close.
His face was practically shining at me, from a few inches away; dazzling me with teeth as white as pearls, and the same silvery-blue eyes as my own. He was incredibly handsome. I felt butterflies in my stomach, and a deep ache in my chest. That face was doing something to me, hypnotizing me, burning its image into my mind.
Was it love at first sight? The cheesy shit pop artists sing about? No, we’d been making fuck-me eyes at each other all night, right? Maybe it’s acid reflux, or whatever, from the booze.
He also looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him in my drunken state.
He broke eye contact, bringing me out of my trance. We both looked down at my cock, which was pointed up toward his face, gently bobbing up and down with my heartbeat, and leaking a river of pre-cum. He wrapped his hand around it.
“Such a gentleman,” he finally responded, as he began kissing and stroking me again.
My breathing became shallower. I resumed squeezing his butt, this time under his clothes, making my way to his hole.
The stranger moved downward, and I was disappointed that my hands were taken away from his ass, but glad when he was on his knees, and began licking the head of my cock. I inhaled sharply when his tongue first ran across the sensitive skin. He made a few slurping sounds as he mopped up my pre-cum with his tongue and lips.
He began toying with me by flattening his tongue out and rubbing it on the underside of my head, and up around to the top. Then he switched to just popping the tip in his mouth, sucking, and flicking at my piss hole. He went back and forth with these techniques for several minutes. I wanted so badly to grab his head and shove it all the way down his throat, but I restrained myself. He seemed to know what he was doing.
He moved down to my balls and took the left one through his lips. He held it there, sucking it, carefully rolling it around in his mouth, like a big gobstopper. His blue eyes opened and he made a happy sound. He continued for a few seconds, then let it fall out of his mouth, and began giving my right ball the same treatment. I ran my fingers through his hair, and did my best to stifle the sounds trying to escape my throat. He went back and forth, spending equal time on both balls.
He was sucking and playing with them longer than expected. Normally, guys just say hello to my boys, and move on. This stranger, on his knees before me, was worshiping them, giving them the attention they deserve, getting them ready.
After my balls were sopping wet, he came back up to my raging hard erection. There was another long stream of pre-cum running down the underside, and starting to drip on my balls. He flattened his tongue and started at the base of my cock, right above my sack, and slid up, collecting all the pre-cum in one movement. He held it in his mouth, so I could see. I was impressed.
But he didn’t swallow — he spread the pre-cum around his mouth, and then deepthroated the full length of my cock in one try. He stayed still for a moment, to let me enjoy the feeling of his throat constricting around my cock. His hand came up and massaged my balls. I felt a tickle on my pubes as he breathed through his nose. His mouth was so very warm, tight, and slick.
Wait, did he use my pre-cum to lube his throat? Holy shit. I was dealing with an expert cocksucker. I need to get his number after this, I thought to myself.
He pulled my cock out of his throat completely, and then put it back in. He kept up this routine of totally removing me from his mouth and then deepthroating. I didn’t think it could feel any better, until after a minute, he added his hand. His grip followed right behind his lips, twisting slightly and squeezing every time he went up and down my shaft. It felt fucking amazing. I was stupefied, staring at him mindlessly, probably drooling like an ape.
I felt myself getting close, and reluctantly pulled his head off me.
“Turn around,” I said, more aggressively than I intended. I was amped up. Every brain cell in my head was screaming at me to get my hard cock in this man’s ass, right now, immediately.
The stranger grinned through the slobber and pre-cum covering the lower half of his beautiful face, and dripping onto his clothes. He stood up, pulled down his pants and underwear, and turned around. He placed his palms flat on the wall, stood with his legs apart, and stuck his ass out for me. As if he was preparing for a cavity search in prison.
The piece he presented was grade-A meat. Two round, perky globes covered with a fine layer of soft, light-brown hair. I stopped ogling and moved toward him, kicking off the pants and underwear from around my ankles. I slapped his ass once, hard, just to see it jiggle and bounce. He squealed. It left a red handprint.
I knew I should rim him, to get him wet. But the wordless voices in my head kept getting louder, screaming at me to mate with this person — right now.
As I pulled one cheek back, I stopped when I got the first glimpse of that little pink hole. It was so tiny, I wondered if this guy had even bottomed before. It looked like he’d never had so much as a finger in there. It moved and squeezed as I stared. It was inviting me in.
I let a gob of spit fall straight from my mouth and onto the puckered hole. It reacted to the moisture by loosening for a moment, then squeezing tight again. I spit on my fingers, and rubbed the outside of the little nub in circles. He started moaning. I pushed one finger through the opening, just enough to get some of my spit in there.
“Oh, my god, I need it right fucking now. Fuck me. Come on.”
Now my instincts, and the stranger, were demanding it. I didn’t need any more motivation.
I planted my feet wide, and aimed my cock at the quivering asshole which was shiny and slippery with my spit. My head pressed against it. I met resistance. This thing I was trying to enter was tightly closed shut. I kept poking at it, putting more force behind each push. I gave it another wad of spit.
The stranger groaned in frustration.
“Come on, harder. You won’t hurt me. Just put it in.”
All my reservations and worries about hurting him fell away. We both needed this. Now.
I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down on me, while pushing up into him. I slipped past the barrier keeping me out, and was completely inside.
I expected the sound of pain. Instead, I heard a sigh of gratification. He must’ve really needed cock in his ass.
I was also relieved. The din in my brain had finally quieted. It was replaced with the rhythmic slapping of my skin against his, as I began thrusting in and out. The stranger’s moaning increased until it was too loud, in this house full of people. So I grabbed a hand towel from nearby and shoved it in his mouth. He understood what I was doing. His sounds morphed into whimpers of pleasure and quiet grunts as he tried to keep it down.
His hole was like a vice. I was careful to not fully pull out, afraid I wouldn’t be able to easily get back into this little pleasure chute. I could feel the stranger purposefully squeezing his muscles around me. He was creating random knots of resistance inside him, which required me to push a bit harder to get past. Each time my cock slid through the tighter parts, the stranger let out a loud, uncontrollable moan. The towel fell out of his mouth, and I barely noticed. We both stopped caring about sounds. The only thing that mattered was how fucking good this felt, how badly we both needed to nut.
After a while, I noticed his legs were trembling — probably from being in this position for so long. I stopped thrusting and begrudgingly pulled out. I grabbed him by the neck and took us toward the bathtub. I set him on his knees, on the bath rug, and had him lean forward, his body draped over the side of the tub. The used, gaping asshole was now pointed up at me. I planted my right foot in the tub, my left on the bath rug, and moved my cock over his waiting hole. I crouched down and entered him from above.
This angle was much better, because I could really drill him. I used the downward force to reach further depths. Slapping skin, his moans, and my grunts weren’t the only sounds anymore. My thrusts were creating a thumping noise that thundered through the room each time I bottomed out. If anyone were standing under the bathroom, they’d think someone was jumping up and down. I was certain people nearby would hear us, but I didn’t care. I was close to finishing.
The stranger looked up at me from the bottom of the tub, his mouth hanging open in silent screams. We locked eyes and I increased the speed of my pumping. We were nothing more than thoughtless, rutting animals taking care of our most primal needs.
His eyes rolled back, eyelids flickered, and his ass spasmed around me. I realized he was cumming. I focused on the puffy, pink hole swallowing my cock, and felt pressure build in my balls. I let out a long moan, and throbbed inside him, shooting thick ropes, drowning his ass in cum.
I pulled out most of the way, but left just the tip inside, and used my hand to squeeze out any residual cum. Then I slipped out of his ass, and admired my handiwork. The hole was slowly shrinking back to normal, but I could still see the white of my load inside. I slid a finger in and played around with it. Then I stepped out of the tub, leaned down, and put my tongue in the sloppy mess I’d created.
The stranger made gasping noises as I licked him, and dug my tongue inside to try to taste my seed. I couldn’t reach far enough down, though. Maybe another day. Oh, right, I gotta get his number.
I helped him to his feet and held him steady as he regained his balance. My cum started dripping out. I heard it splash on the tiled floor. Good thing they were white.
As we picked up our clothes and put them back on, I looked him over. The familiarity of his handsome face was nagging at me again.
“So, what’s your name?” I asked the stranger.
He giggled at the implication that we’d fucked without even knowing first names.
“Noah. What’s yours, sexy?”
I paused, my pants halfway on. I couldn’t hide the disbelief from my face.
“What?” he asked.
“MY name is Noah,” I said.
We laughed at the coincidence, and finished putting on our clothes.
“You know what else is strange?” he asked, as we stood re-clothed before the mirror, and made eye contact in the reflection. I felt those butterflies in my stomach again.
“What’s that?”
“We look alike too,” he said matter-of-factly. The familiarity made sense now. I recognized MY face in his face. Especially those beautiful blue eyes. I wrapped my arm around his hip and brought him closer.
“Yeah, you’re right. We do. A few differences here and there, but pretty close. Alright, this can’t be a coincidence anymore. The universe wants you to put your number in my phone,” I said, pulling it out of my pocket, and handing it to him.
While he was adding “Noah #1” to my contacts, I asked if he had a man.
“Not yet,” he said, without looking up.
…
The hot water ran cold — and jerked me out of my memory.
Fuck, I’d been daydreaming about fucking Noah for so long that I’d used up all the hot water. I looked down at my raging boner. This cold was a good thing, I didn’t need to be horned up for dinner with my boyfriend and his mother.
I let my erection wither then turned off the shower. I grabbed the towel, stepped out, and felt anxiety bloom in my gut.
I’d met Noah’s mom dozens of times, and spent the night in Noah’s room at least three nights a week, because we rode together to our college classes. We even all had dinner sometimes — the three of us.
But this dinner felt different. Noah said she was cooking all day and had planned what to cook days ago. She’d never done this before. It felt like his mom was doing this to show that she liked and approved of me as Noah’s boyfriend. So I was feeling pressure to confirm her thoughts, and present myself as the perfect man for her son at this dinner.
My phone buzzed as I was putting on my clothes. It was a text from Noah.
// Noah: Riley’s coming to dinner too
I was still for a moment — thinking. Who’s Riley?
I pulled up Noah’s social media and looked through his pictures. I remember that name. Right. There. Woah.
When I first showed Noah’s pictures to my best friends Kate and Paulie, they landed on this photo, and teased “You got the ugly friend.” I punched Paulie in the arm for that, and we laughed. Noah wasn’t ugly by any means. He and I were both handsome, above average. But I understood what my friends meant.
Riley was stunning. He had high cheekbones, a perfectly sized nose, and full lips. Not quite movie star-levels of attractiveness, but approaching it. He had neat, short dark hair with a slight widow’s peak. Green eyes looked back from the photo of him and a younger Noah. They were at some football game in their high school days. Their arms were draped over each other’s shoulders, smiling for the camera in their letterman jackets. I wondered if they ever fooled around.
I went to Riley’s profile and looked through his more recent pictures. I felt a flash of guilt as my dick slowly started to fill with blood.
// Me: That’s your best friend from high school, right? I haven’t met him yet?
// Noah: Yep! He took a couple years after high school to backpack around Europe. He’s starting at [our college] next semester
I went into the bathroom and fixed my hair. I remembered Noah telling me about him. The rich kid who was traveling the world. I put on one spray of Noah’s favorite cologne. My eyes were still red from being stoned, so I used eye-drops.
Why was Riley coming? Seemed out of nowhere. I must’ve overestimated the importance of this dinner. It wasn’t about me — it was his sweet mom spending time with people she loves.
// Me: Cool. On my way
I checked my appearance in the mirror once more before leaving. I was wearing the blue-green, long-sleeved, collared shirt that was Noah’s favorite, because it brings out our eyes. Black pants that were loose and tight in the right places, and stretched to accommodate my ass. I felt a shiver of excitement. This ass was getting fucked tonight.
—
I pulled into the driveway of Noah’s house and parked by a black truck I hadn’t seen before. It must be Riley’s.
I looked up at the house, which was glowing brightly against the falling dark.
Noah’s mom kept the house after she and his dad divorced, when he was young. She had a good job, doing something for retail clothing stores around the country. Work often took her away on trips — for days at a time.
Noah and I tended to play house when she was gone. Like we were practicing for marriage, I later realized. We’d go grocery shopping together, he cooked our meals, I mowed the lawn and took care of the outside work, and we’d go home to the same bed after dates and nights out together. We fucked in every bedroom, christened all five; except his mom’s room, for obvious reasons.
I stepped out of my car and fondly remembered all the good times I’d had in this house. I approached the front door. It swung inward before I could knock.
“Hi, Noah,” Noah said as he pulled me in for hugs and kisses. His hands grabbed my butt and massaged it. I let out a little gasp, because it was unexpected, but felt good. The slight voyeurism of being partially outside, so anyone taking an evening walk could see him groping me, made my dick stir in my pants. He went on like that for a few moments until the sound of pans and plates being banged around in the kitchen pulled us away. He waved me inside, shut the door, and put one of his hands in his pocket.
“Hope you’re hungry. She made an entire feast.” He rolled his eyes. “She’s doing too much.”
“I didn’t have lunch, so I’m starving. It smells fucking amazing.”
“You know what else smells fucking amazing?” He cocked his head and gave me a mischievous look.
A beat passed before he smoothly pulled a small bottle from his pocket, unscrewed it with one hand, and put it under my nose. His other hand held the back of my head as I jerked away.
“What?” I said. Then I caught a whiff and recognized it. Poppers. I’d only done them a couple times before.
“Come on, deep breath.”
“Noah, I don’t wanna do this right before dinner with your mom. And your friend I haven’t met yet,” I whispered behind his hand still in my face.
“You know it doesn’t last that long. I just want to get you revved up for tonight, when I finally crack you open.”
“What if I get a boner in front of your mom?”
“She won’t notice, she’s practically blind. Come on. You’re making excuses. You can put your dick in your waistband if you’re that worried about it.”
“Alright, fine,” I said.
I took a quick, shallow breath. Noah frowned at me. He let me go and moved back, taking the bottle with him from under my nose.
“Are you already backing out on me? You’re not gonna let me fuck you, are you?”
“No, I’m not backing out. Give it.”
He handed me the bottle and I held it under my nose. I closed my eyes, sealed the other nostril with my finger, and took a deep breath — over four seconds long. I opened my eyes and saw Noah watching me carefully. A rushing sensation filled my head.
I reached out to hand him the poppers and saw the center of my vision go out, leaving me with just the periphery. I couldn’t see my arm or hand, but I felt Noah take the bottle.
The places where his skin touched mine crackled with electricity. I began breathing heavily, and felt Noah’s arms wrap around me, embracing me in the foyer of the house. I closed my eyes as the poppers brought my blood to a boil.
My heart thumped loudly in my head. Noah licked my neck and moved up to my ear. I gasped at the amazing sensations and felt goosebumps break out down that side of my body. I moaned once, a bit too loudly, but I couldn’t help it.
His arm was cradling my lower back, partly on my ass, to keep me from falling backward into the door. His other arm was supporting my shoulders and the back of my neck, to hold me close, so he could keep licking me.
As the high of the poppers passed, I realized no one had ever held me like this before. I had always played the ‘top’ or ‘masculine’ role in physical intimacy. This was a first in my relationship with Noah, and for me, ever. It felt good.
He realized the moment had gone and stopped licking my ear. He brought his mouth to mine, and we kissed lightly a few times, until a voice from the far end of the living room spoke.
“Shit, can I get some of that?” it said.
Noah and I broke our kiss, and looked over at Riley.
Photographs didn’t do him justice. Riley was stunning.
He stood there looking like some kind of wood nymph from myth. He wore a forest-green sweater, dark brown pants, and expensive-looking brown boots. He was fairly tall, maybe six-feet-one-inch — two inches taller than me and Noah. He had a thin build, but looked sturdy enough that you wouldn’t easily knock him over. The light sweater fell on his body in flattering ways, blessing us with glimpses of the tight, defined muscles beneath. It was the kind of body one gets from hiking around Europe for a couple years.
Noah grabbed my butt and squeezed. “Wait your turn, it’s mine tonight,” he said.
I blushed. What a way to introduce me to his best friend. Like a fleshlight.
Riley laughed and crossed the room toward us. As he approached, his facial features came into better focus. His beauty was unearthly.
His face was delicate but masculine. His hair was pitch black. He had a short full beard and thick eyebrows. Below them were long eyelashes, and then, those eyes. I hadn’t noticed them like this from the pictures. They were a deep green, dotted with flecks of lighter green, and bits of gold. Two clear, glassy little pools lined by moss. As he drew near, the lights of the chandelier above us glittered in those viridescent eyes, like placid waters reflecting the stars.
The creature stopped before us, and looked at me.
“Hey, nice to meet you, Noah. Or… Noah Two? Is that what I should call you?” His voice was soft but deep.
He stretched out his hand to shake mine, and pulled us together for a quick hug.
“Great to finally meet you, Riley. I like ‘Thing Two’ but I don’t really mind.”
Our laughs were broken off by Noah’s mother’s sudden presence.
You could always feel Francine before you saw her. Her sweet, maternal energy filled the room. One of my favorite things was to be outside with her and Noah in their huge backyard, and watch her garden in her sun hat, and literally sing to the critters among the plants and the birds in the trees. A scene straight out of ‘Snow White’.
“Noah Two! You’re here! I’m glad you made it,” she said as she gave me a tight hug. “Come in, come in, are you hungry?”
“Hey, Francine! Thanks for having me and going to the trouble. Yeah, I’m starving.”
She began leading us all deeper into the house as she chattered about the meal she’d prepared.
“Good, so, I saw I had a ton of tomatoes in the garden, and I decided to make my own sauce. Then I thought, you can’t have homemade tomato sauce with tomatoes from a garden without making everything else fresh, so I made dough and bread. Got some spinach from the garden for a salad. Now we’ve got a big margarita pizza, and all the spinach and ricotta cheese ravioli you can eat. All made from hand, except the cheese, of course. And all made with love!”
“And my hands, too,” Noah piped up. “She put me to work doing manual labor. Most of that dough was kneaded by me.”
“That’s right, Noah. It was made with both our love, for the people we love.”
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I could taste the love. The food was delicious. And Francine broke out the red wine at the start, so we were all quickly full of warm food, buzzed, and happy. Not all of us… I only ate a little because I knew Noah would be inside me later that night. The things we do for love.
The conversation at the table flowed from Francine’s garden and job, to Riley’s adventures around Europe, to mine and Noah’s time at school. After we finished the food and were just sipping wine and talking, Noah got into a heated debate with his mom about what kind of jobs a political science degree can realistically get you after college.
I went to refill my wine glass and saw that Riley’s was near empty, so I leaned across the table, and began pouring into his glass. He stopped listening to Noah and Francine’s loud conversation, turned his head to me, and smiled. His eyes blinked slowly.
“Thanks,” he said softly from across the table. “Man, I didn’t drink this much wine the whole time I was in Europe.”
“Yeah, I’m gonna need a new liver soon if I don’t stop. I can’t down them like they do,” I said, as I nodded toward Noah and Francine, and began filling my own glass.
He laughed at a memory. “They’re used to it. I came here all the time in high school, and they both drank every night. It was nuts. And it looks like they’re still at it.”
I thought about mentioning that Noah drinks a forty-ounce of malt liquor from the gas station up the road every night, but realized that’s not exactly dinner conversation material. I sipped my wine instead, and looked over at Noah’s and Francine’s flushed faces. They were now going back-and-forth about whether getting an MBA degree, “Turns you into a soulless monster,” as Noah put it. It seemed like they had forgotten Riley and I were there.
As I chuckled at their argument and again brought my glass to my lips, I felt something brush against my foot.
I paused and looked down, under the table, but it was too dark to see anything. Was the cat under there? I looked at Riley.
He was drinking from his glass, head tilted slightly back, his green eyes watching me over the rim.
Something touched my foot again, and I saw the corresponding movement in Riley’s body. It was his foot. Riley was playing footsie with me.
Noah was sitting next to me, a few feet away, but was too involved with his mom to notice. I realized my tensed body would draw attention, so I relaxed back into my chair. Riley’s glass came down. He stared at me with a seductive look, his eyelids low, as a smile peeked out from the corners of his mouth. To my surprise, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I looked away.
I felt his foot again. It was lighter this time, like he had taken off his shoe.
I gulped. What was happening? Was Riley hitting on me? It wasn’t an accident, it happened twice, and I saw that look in his eyes. Or was it a joke? A test? Oh, shit. What if this is Noah’s best friend testing my loyalty?
I moved my feet back, out of Riley’s reach. Fear consumed me as I wondered if I’d failed the test — if I’d allowed it to go on for too long.
“Honey, whatever job you get after school, I’ll be proud of you no matter what. Okay, my boys!” She clapped her hands once. “I hope you’ve all got full bellies. I have work tomorrow, and it’s past my bedtime, so I’m off to bed. No driving tonight, any of you. Pick a guest room, and stay here, Riley,” she ended sternly.
We all thanked her for the meal, said goodnight, and began getting up from the table. I saw Riley watching me out of the corner of my eye, but I avoided his gaze. We followed behind Noah as we carried plates into the kitchen to help clean up.
“No, no, you and Riley go make yourselves some drinks and pick a movie. I’ll put stuff away here and come up in a couple minutes.” Noah said, and then gave me a big, fat kiss on the lips. He took the plates and shooed us away.
“Actually, Noah, come here for one sec,” he called, as Riley and I left the kitchen. Riley gave me a knowing smile and kept walking. I turned pale, unsure what Noah wanted, and went back.
He fumbled in his pocket, and eventually produced the bottle of poppers. I exhaled quietly with relief — this wasn’t about footsie under the table.
Noah just smiled at me and held the bottle out. I rolled my eyes, laughed, and got close. He put the bottle under my nose and closed one side for me. I took a deep breath, but shorter than that first one.
I felt the familiar eruption in my head, and leaned forward against Noah. He wasted no time in pressing our bodies close together. I opened my mouth in a silent moan, and he captured my tongue and started sucking on it. His hands rubbed my chest, traveled down under my clothes, and grabbed hold of my hard dick. He jerked me off and continued sucking on my tongue.
It passed, and Noah’s face reappeared, giving me a wide, toothy grin.
“You’re ready for tonight, baby, aren’t you?”
“Fuck yes.” I took a second to catch my breath. “I’m horny as fuck. I might end up sitting on your dick during the movie, under the blanket.”
He seemed to really like that idea.
“That’s my little bottom. Get upstairs and drink more with Riley.” He squeezed my ass with both hands. “And take the bottle with you. I want you to hit it all night. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.” I giggled at this new, more dominant version of Noah.
He spanked me as I left the kitchen, and I bit my lip as I walked up the stairs. Fuck, I was so turned on, even after the poppers wore off. The way Noah was talking to me and treating me tonight was so hot. It made me feel so submissive. I wanted to get fucked. I was nervous about it earlier today, but now I couldn’t wait to have dick up my ass.
The movie room was big and long, like their own little theater. There was a small kitchen at the back, stocked with bourbon, whiskey, vodka, gin, and rum. They liked to drink in this house, for sure.
Riley was leaning against the sink, sipping a drink. I walked over, and he looked at me with an amused expression, probably because of my obviously flushed skin.
“What’re you drinking?” I asked.
“Jack and Coke.”
I turned away, toward the bottles, and started making myself vodka and club soda.
“Romance? Or maybe a thriller?”
I hadn’t heard him move. His voice was now close behind me. I looked over my shoulder, still holding the vodka, and saw him standing less than two feet away. Much more intimate than a normal, friendly distance.
“Hm? Oh. A thriller sounds good.” I awkwardly turned back to my drink.
He reached around and put his glass down on the counter in front of me. Then he grabbed me by the hips and turned me around to face him. He held our bodies parallel, almost touching, just a short distance between us. There were butterflies in my stomach again.
Being slightly taller, his head was tilted down at me. My eyes followed his hand as it slowly reached out and took the bottle from my grasp. He put it down on the counter behind me, and leaned in closer to my face. His hands were still firmly on my hips, holding me in place, with my back against the counter.
Those unblinking green eyes — clouded red from wine — searched me, looking for a sign of consent, or rejection. His mouth was slightly open, and I could smell the sweetness of his drink. He was wearing a little cologne, which smelled like pine needles. His natural musk filtered in, stronger than the cologne, and slipped up my nose.
I swear I could feel the pheromones in his scent enter my bloodstream and swim through my body. They lit up my brain, and reached my heart, which reacted by pumping harder. I began breathing more deeply, to get more of his smell inside me. Its effect on me was similar to poppers, without any of the side effects. The front of my pants tightened as I got hard.
He saw my physical reaction, and decided that I wasn’t going to push him away, or go tell Noah. So he closed the last of the space, and brought his warm, soft lips to mine.
Tingling sensations shot through me like lightning, running down my body from my lips. His beard felt amazing as it scratched my face. I couldn’t help myself and wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him closer, so I could get more. He made a grunt of approval into my mouth and pressed his hard cock into me. He began lightly humping.
I knew, deep down, that we shouldn’t be doing this. I couldn’t blame it on alcohol, poppers, or his smell. Riley was just so very handsome, so new, so thrilling. The hard muscles in his back felt so good under my hands. I admitted to myself that I wanted it. I was so horny. Morals and good sense had left me.
We made out there, our tongues sliding over each other, making quiet kissing sounds, desperately trying to squeeze our bodies harder together. After a few seconds, we broke to catch our breath. He stared at me with dilated pupils and an open mouth, his lips wet from our shared spit.
We went for another kiss, but before we met, we heard footsteps at the bottom of the stairs.
Noah was coming up.
I quickly turned back around to face the counter, causing Riley’s hands to fall off my hips. I picked up the vodka and poured with a shaky hand. Riley smoothly reached by me, grabbed his drink, and walked away toward the couch.
Noah came into view a few seconds later. He came to the mini-kitchen, wrapped his arms around me from behind, and started biting lightly on my neck. My heart was still beating fast from almost being caught. His head craned around toward my face, searching for a kiss. I turned to meet him. His tongue slipped into my mouth for a few seconds, then he pulled away.
“Hm. You taste like Jack and Coke, but that’s a vodka soda?”
My stomach fell through my body. Oh, god. Noah just tasted Riley’s drink in my mouth. I felt panic creep up, but forced it back down. I kept my voice nonchalant.
“Riley poured me a Jack and Coke, but it was too sweet. I drank it all though, can’t be wasting whiskey.” Thankfully, Noah was still behind me, and couldn’t see my shaking hands as I stirred my drink.
His arms pulled back from around me and landed on my ass. He gave it a squeeze.
“Good boy. Get nice and drunk for me. It’ll be easier to get in,” he whispered.
“Can y’all stop playing grab-ass back there and come on?” Riley called from the couch. “I need help picking a movie.” He was flipping through titles on the TV screen.
“Yeah, one sec,” Noah said back.
I downed the entire drink I’d just made, and turned around.
“Go pick and start the movie with Riley. I’ll shower and get ready.” I grinned and kissed his cheek.
His voice was low and excited. “Yeah, good, do that. Look under the bathroom sink. And hit those poppers real good before you come back. And no underwear. Hop to it, boy.”
I made my way to Noah’s bathroom. I sniffed the poppers as I walked through the house.
When I got in Noah’s bathroom, I took off my clothes and noticed the front of my underwear was wet. I realized it was my pre-cum; from all the kissing, poppers, and manhandling I’d endured in a short time. I found the bulb under the sink.
After the shower, I went to find clothes to wear in Noah’s closet. I picked one of his white ‘wife-beater’ shirts, and the smallest, thinnest pair of basketball shorts he had. No underwear.
I checked the mirror. I was very pleased by how slutty I looked. The shirt was tight around my chest, and you could see the pink of my nipples through the fabric. My half-chubbed dick tented in Noah’s pants. From behind, the green fabric pulled tight around the widest parts of my ass.
I realized I should probably get some lube inside me, to prepare for whatever Noah planned. I stripped the clothes off, grabbed the poppers, and took a big whiff as I walked toward the bed — to where he keeps the lube. I felt the rush before I got there. Stumbling slightly, I sat down on the bed. My head was spinning a bit, my heart beating fast, but I was truly enjoying the poppers now.
Another deep breath. Another one. One more. Phew. Had to get one more inhale in. Woah, that one did it. I put the poppers on the bedside table, and laid back on the bed, riding the waves.
My blood was hot, and my skin was buzzing. The anticipation of cock in my ass that had been building all night exploded inside my brain. I squirmed around on the bed, naked, breathing shallowly, grasping aimlessly at the sheets under me. I didn’t hear, or perhaps notice, the bedroom door open.
Noah came in, and stopped to stare at me in this feral state.
Sensing a presence, I turned to look, still breathing heavily with my mouth open. I didn’t say anything, just listened to the instincts telling me to turn over, and get on my hands and knees. I dropped my head to the mattress, stuck my ass in the air, and reached my arms back to pull my cheeks apart. I made sure I was over the edge of the bed so he had good access. I stuck it out more and rocked my hips side to side, inviting him over.
There was a big, dumb smile on Noah’s face as he practically ran toward the bed. While he pulled off all his clothes and got buck naked, I leaned over to the nightstand, and found the bottle of lube. I was about to squirt some on my fingers when he grabbed it from my hand.
“Nuh-uh, no, babe. We won’t be needing that. I’m gonna rim you real good. Nature’s lube. It’ll feel better with no lube, for both of us. More friction.” He dropped the bottle on the table, and slapped my ass. His warm hands started kneading my cheeks.
“And I’m not gonna cum inside you yet. I’m gonna shoot my load on your face and rub it in. Then we’ll go watch a movie with Riley. You sit between us. I want him to smell my cum.”
I bit my lip, and felt my dick become rock hard at the idea. I’d never been treated like this before. Just yesterday, I considered myself a total top. But there I was, presenting my fresh ass to my boyfriend, about to be treated like a slut, and loving every second of it.
“I love when you treat me like this,” I groaned. I pushed my empty-feeling ass farther out over the edge. I was still face-down-ass-up on the bed, blindly trying to make contact with his cock, wherever it was behind me. “It makes me feel so dirty.”
“I always knew you were a little butt slut, deep down.”
I felt him lick both my cheeks, then trace a path along the skin to my crack. He started from my taint and licked up to my hole. He left his tongue there, quivering slightly, before pushing through.
His breath was hot, and I gasped at the feeling of his stubble as it rubbed the sensitive area. It was my first rimjob. He kept plunging his tongue in and out, and licked up from my taint again. Then he started making out with my hole, licking it with a flattened tongue, slurping on it, sucking on it, tracing the rim with his tongue, occasionally stopping to spit on it. Tingles radiated through me with every movement. I grabbed a pillow and bit it to stifle my sounds of pleasure.
His mom’s room was downstairs, so noise wouldn’t reach her, but Riley wasn’t that far away in the movie room. I looked over at the door from that low angle, my head still on the bed.
Noah hadn’t shut it when he came in. It was almost closed — there was just a small sliver that looked out into the hallway. I saw movement there. I focused, trying to understand it.
It was definitely the motion of someone jerking off. Any adult man would recognize that movement, and there it was. I saw a fist going up and down a fat, hard cock. And who was the only other person with a dick in this house?
My gaze darted up the doorway, and I saw Riley’s face tilted there, looking right at me. The light was dim, but I saw a lecherous grin spring to his mouth. He began silently mimicking my noises. Every time I moaned into the pillow, his mouth opened wide in a pretend orgasm, and his eyebrows danced in an expression of lust. Then he pushed his cock forward through the gap in the doorway, so just the fat head was inside the room. He thrust into the air a few times, but pulled back as Noah stood up from rimming me.
Noah bent down and spit one last time, then slapped my cheek. “That hole is ready.”
I stopped biting on the pillow and brought my head up from the mattress, and got into the proper position for doggie-style. I stuck my ass out, arched my back, and looked over my shoulder at Noah. I wanted to watch him slide in, but I also wanted to keep myself from looking at the cracked door.
Noah let spit fall from his mouth onto his hard dick, and rubbed it around. He perched the tip at my quivering hole and smeared his pre-cum around. Then he slowly pushed in, then quickly slid through, buried to the hilt in my ass.
He held it there while I adjusted. He let out a deep sigh and closed his eyes, like he was finally home after a long day, or taking a much-needed piss. I let out a sigh too, finally having my itch scratched, and relieved it wasn’t painful like last time. Quiet moans and grunts began coming up my throat, my body’s reaction to the sudden, wonderful fullness.
I lowered my torso and returned my head to the mattress, to bite the pillow. I turned my head to the side. There wasn’t a cock in the gap anymore, but Riley’s face was still peeking through, watching, making eye contact with me. Noah was too focused on stretching open the tight hole in front of him to notice.
A strange thrill ran through me. Noah was fucking me, but Riley and I were sharing a separate moment, just between us, without him knowing.
“You’re such a fucking whore, just look at your hole hugging onto me like this.” He plunged in balls deep, then slowly slid halfway out to watch me squeeze and cling to him, as if fighting to keep him inside.
“Fuck, yes, oh, my god, I love it, baby,” I crooned. “You’re hitting my spot really good. Oh, fuck.” I felt an orgasm build quickly, then erupt. My cum shot onto the bed below. I bit the pillow and practically screamed into it.
“Good boy,” he said, between labored breaths. “You like having dick up your ass now, huh? Wish we’d been doing this from the start?”
“Hell fucking yes,” I said, between moans in the pillow. “You should’ve made me your bitch from day one. This is amazing, baby, it feels so good.” He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. I yelped in pain.
“I love seeing you like this. Acting like a cockstarved whore,” he growled into my ear. He let my hair go, and I fell back to the bed. I turned my head to the door again, and continued having sex with Riley with my eyes.
“I should sell this ass to my friends, for some extra cash,” Noah said. He began fucking me harder, like a jackhammer. It was producing loud slapping noises, filling the room. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, faggot?” He gave my cheeks several hard slaps as he continued pumping.
“Oh, fuck, baby, that sounds really fun,” I said between the spanks and thrusts shaking me. My skin blushed red. I shuddered with pleasure at the idea of my hole being shared and sold, like a sex toy, by my boyfriend. My internal muscles squeezed tighter, drawing forth louder grunts from him. The green eyes in the doorway sparkled, clearly interested in our pillow talk.
“I’ll fuck whoever you want, Noah. You can do whatever you want, just as long as I get more of this,” I said, my eyes rolling back in my head, riding the ecstasy, forgetting Riley, enjoying the complete fullness. Until it left, and Noah turned me over on my back, and moved me farther up the bed.
He climbed between my legs, I held them back, and he reentered me with a wet sound. He leaned down and made out with me. He pressed our bare, sweaty chests together, trying to connect every inch of skin possible. I couldn’t see the doorway anymore from the embrace.
The pace of his fucking was slower this time, like he was savoring it, filing it away in his memory. He left wet kisses all over my face, neck, and ears while he fucked me. His cock made me feel so full that there wasn’t even room for thoughts in my head, only the pleasure of him pumping inside me, tweaking my prostate with every thrust from this new angle.
Noah’s stroking remained slow, but became frantic, and he held himself balls deep for longer each time, until I was yelping from the forceful impacts. He suddenly stopped, pulled out, pulled me toward him by my hair, and aimed. A shower of molten semen sprayed on my face, dribbled down my lips, and rained on my chest and stomach. He grunted with every rope.
He let me go and I fell back, lay flat, breathing hard. I licked my lips as Noah fell over and lay down next to me to recover from the exertion. I turned my head to the doorway. It was empty of green eyes.
I looked at Noah and watched his toned chest rise and fall. I marveled at his beauty for a moment. He had more chest hair than me, which accentuated his pecs. It looked so manly. I leaned over and licked one of his nipples. He giggled.
His cum on me was starting to lose its warmth, so I began spreading it around on my chest. I smeared it up my neck and around my face. I ran my hands through my hair and wiped the rest off on my stomach and legs.
Noah noticed what I was doing and sat up on his elbow to watch. I rubbed the cum into my skin like lotion, until it was just a thin sheen.
He leaned in, sniffed, and grinned proudly.
“You smell like a cum rag.”
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