DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction that contains graphic sexual content. It is purely for entertainment so please enjoy safely and legally. Resemblances to real people, places and events is unintentional (but would be really cool).
A Series of Embarrassing Events Chapter Thirty-Four: A Big Whoop
SUNDAY 06TH JUNE 2021
Noah had to remind himself he was only sixteen.
After Ronan had confessed his secret, about hearing a voice in his head, he had grown quiet and withdrawn. Noah hadn't really known what to say and didn't know how to offer advice, the only things he knew about "hearing voices" came from movies and he didn't want to trust them as a reliable source.
They talked about it on and off for the next hour, backing off when Ronan seemed overwhelmed, and Noah started to build a picture of why his friend was so distressed and distracted.
"Is it saying anything now?" Noah asked.
<<It has a name, you cunt! You're a cunt, Ronan!>>
"His name is Herman and he's mostly berating me for telling you. He thinks you're a cunt and so am I and..." Ronan said.
<<Ice cream! I want ice cream!>>
"...And he wants ice cream," Ronan concluded.
"That sounds nuts," Noah commented; "I mean, not that you're nuts... I mean hearing... Does Herman know he's just a voice inside your head or does he think he has a body of its own?"
"I don't know, Noah," Ronan complained; "It's not like I can interview him. He just talks and sings and quotes and helps me with my homework sometimes. Mostly distracts me from my homework."
"Right..." Noah replied.
<<You're going to regret telling him. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.>>
"Can we talk about something else for a while?" Ronan asked.
They talked about movies - predicting the next five years of the MCU - and Ronan visibly relaxed. Just telling Noah had unloaded a burden even if it didn't change the problem. Noah asked Ronan to sleep over – platonically – but Ronan was adamant about going home.
It wasn't just that Herman kept making troubling, insulting or frustrating comments because that was normal (for Ronan) but Ronan himself felt the need for space to breath. He wanted fresh air and a long walk. It was only as he was leaving that Ronan returned to the elephant in the room.
"I don't expect you to fix me, Noah," Ronan said.
Ronan realised this wasn't quite true - he had literally said "help me." What Ronan really felt was alone and sharing what was happening to him was the start of a way to deal with things more effectively. He couldn't bury his head in the sand forever.
"I want to help if I can... I just don't know how," Noah admitted.
Noah had to remind himself he was only sixteen, which was why he felt helpless to really help.
"Thank you for being there for me and for still being my friend," Ronan said.
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"Of course your still my friend," Noah replied and pulled Ronan into a hug that only ended when Ronan wriggled uncomfortably free from it.
Yet, as Noah watched Ronan leave, he was worried. Psychological diagnoses and treatment were outside his area of experience; this wasn't a problem he could fix. Noah circled closely towards suggesting Ronan talk to a doctor, but it greatly unsettled Ronan and Noah was afraid to alienate his friend.
TUESDAY 08TH JUNE 2021
Noah, Ronan, Mateo, Samir and Toby spent the day studying - they had an exam on Tuesday. There was a strange dynamic between Noah and Ronan now because Noah was Ronan's only confidant and yet they couldn't talk about it while the others were around.
Noah wondered if it was awkward between them but it was hard to tell because the group dynamic felt so routine and they were both focused on studying and talking about school. Neurotically, Noah felt like a bad friend for knowing Ronan's secret but being unable to talk to him about it. Ronan on the other hand was glad he had told Noah and did not regret it but there was a limit to how comfortable be felt about exploring it further with Noah.
After the exam on Tuesday, Noah headed home to spend time with his dad. He felt like he was abandoning his friend but Ronan not only understood, he was relieved. Ronan didn't want to spend all his time talking about the head pest that was Herman.
Noah's dad was flying back to the USA on Wednesday so they didn't have much time together. Bruce McNelis was a consultant laparoscopic surgeon and had taken a two-year secondment that primarily based him in America. He had returned on Friday to visit Daniel, Noah's big brother, ahead of his birthday. Bruce would see his boys later in July but he was going to miss Daniel's actual birthday on Independence Day.
The house was empty when Noah returned from his exam - Daniel and his best friend/ lodger Jamie were at work and his dad was nowhere to be seen either. Noah stripped off his school uniform and stepped into the back garden.
Noah was totally naked as he stepped outside.
Noah had grown increasingly comfortable with his own nudity around the house, as had Dan and Jamie. Dad was still slightly squeamish but was trying to be supportive so he never complained. Noah's comfort persisted despite being caught a few times by the family who clean the windows but few people conspicuously caught him. That only left the people who had seen the teenager naked but not revealed themselves which was an exciting thing to think about.
There was a house for sale across the street (now, promisingly, announcing UNDER OFFER) and Noah daydreamed about the possibilities of a sexy new boy neighbour who could catch him and fuck him in the back garden.
Sunbathing in the back garden was a new development but his nudism was still new – it was only in the last year that Daniel had encouraged Noah to broaden his nudist interests. Noah put out a deckchair and settled in to relax for a while. The all over tan would look great the next time he had an EMARP or other crazy adventure.
Less than an hour later, Noah heard the back door open and saw his dad standing with a bottle of water. He was wearing a sweat-stained t-shirt and shorts, his legs had furry blonde hair that stood up as if it had just been fluffed with a towel.
"Hi dad," Noah said.
"Son... can we talk?" Bruce said.
Noah didn't like the sound of that so he hefted himself out of his chair and went inside.
"If you think I should be studying, my next exam isn't until next week. I'm meeting the guys tomorrow..." Noah started to say.
"I know you work hard, Noah. I'm not worried about your exam results," his dad said; "How was the exam this morning?"
"Good, I think," Noah downplayed his confidence: he thought he'd get an A.
"Good. Good," Bruce said.
They had wandered into the living room where Noah flopped down on the sofa, casually spreading his legs. The teenager had no concept of modesty, which in some ways Bruce admired. His son was beautiful, as he had been at that age, but Bruce would never have been confident enough to display his penis around the house. Bruce's parents were born again Christian - they'd have had heart attacks if he had exposed himself.
"Do you ever feel embarrassed, Noah?" his dad asked cautiously.
"About my body?" Noah replied casually; "No. I like the way I look."
Noah absent-mindedly ran a hand through his thick blonde hair - revealing his sparse armpit - while resting his other hand just above his penis. None of his actions were provocative, sexual or deliberate which was what made it so... sexy.
"I need to talk to you about the weekend," Bruce said and he could see his son look bewildered; "I don't want you to think I'm invading your privacy but..."
"But?" Noah prompted.
Noah's heart was hammering as he remembered his dad had caught him naked, hard and getting bathed by Scott before his big sex-ed demonstration. Noah recalled he had said: "We were just talking about a health class ." Had his dad inferred more from that comment? Perhaps his dad just thought Noah was dating Scott but the last thing he wanted was to have a sex or boyfriend talk with his dad.
"I overheard you talking to your friend Ronan," his dad said.
Bruce had been drawn by the sound of distress - Noah's friend saying something like "stop shouting at me," even though his was the only raised voice the man had heard.
"Oh fuck... dad... it's not what you think..." Noah said.
It was a hot day and Noah was naked, but his body flushed as he sputtered his response. Noah had told Ronan all about the sex-ed demonstration. Every disgusting detail about being stripped and exhibited to a group of boys, demonstrating sexual practices and then getting caught by more boys... if his dad had heard all about that, no wonder he was worried.
"It's ok, Noah. I just want to talk because I'm concerned," Bruce said.
Bruce had taken his time to think about what he wanted to say about his son's friend. He knew there was little to no danger from Ronan so his concern was not for Noah's safety; rather, Bruce was worried about how Ronan and by extension Noah were coping with a severe mental health issue.
"You don't need to be. I'm careful, I trust the people I'm with when I do it and... it's fun," Noah replied.
Bruce was confused.
Were they talking about the same thing?
"I wasn't coerced into getting naked for the health class," Noah launched into an explanation; "It was planned in advance. I pretend to get picked at random and then get naked because the model who was supposed to do it cancelled and... ok, the dildos and the masturbator were a surprise but I enjoyed it."
Bruce was even more confused.
They were not talking about the same thing.
"Noah..." Bruce started to say.
"It's not the first mad adventure I've had," Noah confessed; "Dan knows about them... mostly... and the nudism thing is real but I like the other stuff too."
Noah talked so animatedly that Bruce was drawn off track and besides – his son had gotten naked in front of people in a scenario that had involved dildos (plural) and a masturbator? He had to learn more!
"The other stuff? What other stuff?" Bruce asked.
Bruce would need to circle back to "Ronan hears voices?" later but this was starting to sound like a worthy conversation in itself.
Noah wasn't sure how much to admit - he certainly didn't want to tell his dad about the EMARP events but he could talk about them without calling them by their name. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
"I kinda modelled naked for an art exhibit," Noah said semi-truthfully.
"And I role-played a medical exam that involved getting naked and aroused," Noah added semi-truthfully.
"And I dressed up in a school uniform until some guys tied me up and then stripped me," Noah continued semi-truthfully.
Noah recalled his non-EMARP adventures too and guiltily he added them to his hasty confession.
"And I went to Jamie's Halloween party naked," Noah said - that had been a fun way to spend his sixteenth birthday.
"And once I let boys at school cum all over me while I was still in my school uniform. Then I went back to class and jerked off and came in my trousers," Noah added.
Bruce wouldn't help imaging his son masturbating in class.
"And I also let some boys I know strip me on the way home from school and then I got caught totally naked in the street by boys coming home from school..." Noah elaborated.
Bruce's mind was racing.
"And another time... are you ok, dad?" Noah asked.
"This is quite a lot to take in," Bruce said.
He turned away for two reasons:
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Noah was still totally naked and his penis was in full view and not entirely flaccid anymore. He knew the boy couldn't help it and maybe hadn't noticed but watching his own son's dick get bigger was... confusing.
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Bruce himself was getting slightly aroused by the description of his son's adventures. As with nudism, Bruce would never have been brave enough to explore his sexuality in that way when he was a teenager. He would have been jealous of Noah if he wasn't so concerned and apprehensive.
"Noah... I know you think you're being careful..." Bruce said when he turned back to his son.
Bruce hoped his semi-erection wasn't too obvious in his shorts.
"I am being careful," Noah emphasised, too distracted to look at his dad's groin.
"You're having incredible adventures," Bruce said; "But some people might try to take advantage of your enthusiasm and naiveté."
Noah couldn't counter that - Mr Godetia (Mason) had lied to him when Noah had started his role-playing in the EMARP events. Noah reflected that he no longer minded the manipulation... perhaps his dad had a point?
"I'm with friends when I do it dad," Noah said.
"Even friends can record you on a mobile phone," Bruce imagined; "If they upload pictures or video, that's online forever. You're sixteen Noah, you don't want naked images of yourself online."
Noah grew quiet - best he not to tell his dad how many times that had already happened.
"You're right. I'll try to be careful," Noah agreed.
"Are you just saying that to shut me up?" Bruce asked.
Noah chuckled; "I can't promise I won't stop having sex and playing games with the boys I like... but I will be careful."
Bruce accepted his son's promise.
"Tell me something," Bruce prefaced; "How do you not get embarrassed doing the things you've described. Naked in a class or modelling or going to a party in your birthday suit?"
Bruce could not believe he had asked the question. He could not believe his youngest son was such an exhibitionist. He was pretty enough for it but Bruce remained amazed Noah didn't die of embarrassment.
"I do get embarrassed. But I like feeling that way. Sometimes..." Noah thought for a second; "Sometimes the boys will say things. They mock me or laugh and point at me but I love it."
"Is that why you sit around the house and garden naked?" Bruce asked.
"No. No, I really am more comfortable being naked than clothed and it's not sexual," Noah answered.
Noah spread his hands and opened his legs wider as if to emphasise his point. His point did not need emphasising but Bruce could not help but look at the boy dick in front of him. It was fully flaccid again, flopped over just to the left a little and tucked inside its foreskin.
"I'm a nudist and also enjoy being exposed and exhibited but that's a separate thing. Dan sometimes..." Noah didn't want to get Daniel into trouble; "Daniel encourages me. Like the Halloween party."
"You like to be embarrassed?" Bruce asked.
"Yes. Like when you've caught me hard sometimes? I like that. Dan and Jamie have caught me hard too," Noah added; "And I know you and Jamie..."
His dad's expression changed, it grew very guarded and closed.
"It's ok, I know you and Jamie have sex. I know you and Dan have talked about it. It's no big deal," Noah said gently.
"Did Daniel tell you?" Bruce asked quietly - Noah shook his head so Bruce asked; "You caught us?"
"Kind of... yes..." Noah confessed; "Dad... you like men, big whoop."
Bruce smirked at the casual dismissal of discovering his dad was gay.
"A lot of boys would think seeing their dad getting fucked by another man was a big whoop," Bruce pointed out.
"It looked quite big from where I was standing," Noah conceded but now he was making a dirty joke.
Bruce was about to object when he grinned and went along with the penis metaphor.
"Big whoops run in the family," Bruce said.
"Good to know," Noah giggled.
"I never meant to hide it from you," Bruce said seriously; "Your mother and I happened a long time ago."
"Time to move on to someone with a penis," Noah interjected; "I couldn't agree more."
Bruce laughed and envied his son's blasé sexuality.
"I never really moved on, you know? Not with someone I love," Bruce confessed and he sounded sad about it.
"No-one?" Noah asked.
His dad had a glint in his eye but he turned away and didn't want to talk about it. Noah wondered who the glint was? As it Jamie or someone else? Was it someone in his life now or in the past?
"I don't have a special someone either but I'm not looking," Noah said with youthful pride.
"You're too busy having adventures," his dad said, then added thoughtfully; "Would you be embarrassed if Jamie walked in on you and watched you..."
Bruce made a fist and mimed masturbation.
"Why wait for Jamie?" Noah said. "I'd be embarrassed if you watched me."
With that, Noah's hand fondled his balls and groped his limp dick. It was not limp for long.
Bruce stood with stunned amazement as his teenage son pinched and stroked his penis. It inflated, fattened, hardened and the head peeked out of its cover to open its eye towards the ceiling. Bruce could not believe his son was arousing himself in his company.
Noah stroked his baby smooth skin, raising his eyes to look his dad in the eye as he made himself fully erect. Precum began to ooze from the boy's cock, which was big for his age and indeed looked set to become a very big whoop if it kept growing.
Noah's skin was so silky - his legs and chest were bald; the only patches of pubes were above his penis and in his armpits and they were neat. Bruce had seen his son totally shaved - shortly after his birthday last year when he had come out as gay and as a nudist. Looking at his son now, he did not look shaved - he was just perfectly youthful. Watching Noah masturbate himself, Bruce saw his son's penis was leaking wildly - a quite extraordinary quantity of precum was leaking from Noah's cock.
"You don't look embarrassed," Bruce said mildly.
"You like watching me like this?" Noah teased.
"I shouldn't be watching you do this," Bruce admonished himself.
Noah looked at his dad. Despite his confidence, he still felt stupid and humiliated for masturbating in front of his father. His dad seeing his penis was nothing special but now he was watching him get hard and ooze and it was enough to make Noah blush.
"I promise not to ask you to be my boyfriend," Noah replied sarcastically.
For a demonstration in embarrassment at being caught masturbating, Noah managed to look very relaxed.
"It's just sex..." Noah said.
"You're very young..." Bruce said.
"Not that young," Noah interrupted. "I know what I like. I like thick cock shoved down my throat," Noah said.
He was still stroking, little ropes of precum flicking off from time to time.
"Noah..." Bruce complained but silently agreed with the sentiment.
"I like getting fucked. I like when people take pictures of me. I like getting shaved," Noah listed.
"Stop being dirty," Bruce warned.
"I think you should spank me for being naughty," Noah teased.
His heart was beating fast. He was attracted to his dad as a sexually attractive man - not because of the familial bond. Noah was turned on in spite of his dad being his dad, not because of it. The taboo added a very exciting je ne sais quoi but it was the hunky man watching his comparatively boyish physique that thrilled Noah beyond words.
And beyond reason - for there was no other explanation for his soliciting his own dad sexually.
Noah stood up - his hard cock pointing straight towards his dad. He walked towards the man, easing his foreskin all the way back as he did so. Noah was quite aware they were still in the living room and although he loved risk, Noah knew his limits. He knew even better that other people had limits and his dad would never do anything if there was a chance of someone looking in the window and catching him.
"Come up stairs," Noah said.
He was authoritative without being demanding but he turned on his bare feet without waiting for an answer and went towards the door. Hating himself, Bruce looked at his son's bare ass. It was a petite, tight little butt and from behind - from ankles to the nape of his neck - Noah was the smoothest human Bruce had ever seen.
Bruce followed his son up to his own bedroom where they closed the door.
"I won't be hurt if you say no... but it's just sex, dad," Noah said.
"You're my sixteen-year-old son," Bruce said, their eyes were locked.
"I'm old enough to know what feels good," Noah said.
Noah rushed, before his dad could stop him, to put his hand on the front of his dad's shorts and gently squeezed the meaty contents. Wow, it felt good. He could feel big balls and a fat but floppy dick inside.
"You know that punishment is an ineffective way of changing behaviour and that spanking is a wildly inappropriate way of managing your kid's behaviour," Bruce said.
Noah grinned - his dad turning a suggested spanking into a lecture almost made the boy laugh.
"Really?" Noah asked though he actually knew that from reading about Psychology.
"Yes. I mean, would you spank an adult in the workplace if he made a mistake?" Bruce asked.
"Only if it was consensual," Noah replied.
Bruce laughed and freed his genitals from Noah's grasp. He sat on the end of his bed, equidistant from either end. His legs were slightly apart, his bare feet - Noah hadn't even noticed his dad taking his running shoes off - flat on the floor.
Bruce patted one of his thighs, which was muscular and sported soft blonde hair below the cuff of his shorts. Submitting for punishment Noah gingerly approached and Noah lowered himself over his dad's lap.
Noah's dick was not quite fully erect anymore and it dangled between his dad's legs. Noah's own, comparatively skinny, legs stretched out towards one edge of the bed and his chest and head towards the other.
Noah could feel his dad's shorts were still slightly damp from running. His dad slapped without warning, not too hard but it made a decent cracking noise when his hand made contact. Noah hopped excitedly, feeling his semi-hard penis hump into the mattress. Noah endeavoured to hump forwards so when he got hard so his dad would feel his thigh poked by dick.
"Tell me if it gets too sore," Bruce said.
Bruce smacked Noah again.
"A little harder," Noah urged.
Noah recalled his big brother Dan spanking him last year - in the living room and then he'd been caught by the window cleaners. That had begun Noah's closer relationship with Scott.
Noah chuckled and wriggled and cried out when his dad spanked again. Noah was starting to get hard and the next time Bruce's hand made contact, Noah humped forwards and his hard cock collided with his dad's bare thigh.
Bruce paused when he felt the poking of Noah's penis but ignored it at first. After another two strikes and Noah was giggling and wriggling and Bruce decided to change tactics.
"Are you enjoying this? It's supposed to be a punishment for being naughty," Bruce cautioned.
"Sorry dad," Noah apologised totally unconvincingly.
"Stand up," Bruce ordered.
Noah stood up, his erection level with his dad's shoulders - a little taller and his cock would have been at mouth-height. Bruce stood up too and Noah had to shuffle back to accommodate the space his dad took up. Bruce stood very close - they were literally a cock's length away - and then turned Noah so he was stood side on. Bruce put one hand on Noah's abdomen, enticingly close to Noah's penis, and another on Noah's back. He gently bent the boy over just a little and started to spank him standing up.
The hand on Noah's tummy that kept him steady didn't stay there for long. Slowly, it sneaked down until the next spank coincided with a grip of Noah's sixteen-year-old cock.
Bruce's grip of the teenage cock made his knees weak. He had had a few liaisons with younger men, like Jamie who was twenty-one, but the last time he'd touched a sixteen-year-old cock was when he had been sixteen.
Bruce felt stabs of guilt that he was sexually stimulating his own son and was ashamed of himself but not ashamed enough to stop. Afterall, Noah had gone to great lengths to tell him that this was quite simply about sex. Noah had no qualms and he was not a stupid boy. Bruce began to jerk Noah's cock and his hand was barely striking bare buttock anymore - he was groping them. Bruce gave half-hearted swats to keep up appearances.
"Oh. My. God," said Noah as he was simultaneously hit on his ass and masturbated by his dad.
Bruce's heart wasn't really in the spanking - not because he disapproved of smacking (he did) because as a sexual kink it was quite exciting but because he didn't want to spoil Noah's beautiful globes.
The excuse to stop came quite quickly - in the form of his son's excessive precum.
"You're dribbling your disgusting emissions on my feet," Bruce said.
Noah couldn't tell his dad that Daniel had once playfully spanked him too and he had leaked cock snot on Dan's foot that day as well. Bruce gave Noah's cock a hard squeeze and his precum dribbled again so a little pool started to dribble off the man's foot.
"Lick that up," Bruce ordered.
Noah allowed his dad's hands to leave his bum and his tummy so he could get on his knees. Noah admired the furry blonde legs and the sparse blonde hair on the top of his dad's foot too. He put out his tongue and liked his own precum off the sweaty foot.
It didn't smell but there was a salty taste that was more sweat than precum. Noah thoroughly licked from the top of his dad's foot to the toes.
"You know what I like best about being humiliated sometimes?" Noah asked while looking up at his dad.
"What's that?" Bruce asked.
"Being totally naked while other people still have their clothes on," Noah confessed.
Bruce understood the appeal of CMNM and reflected that he had enjoyed the implied power he had over Noah on multiple levels. Bruce was dressed, Noah was undressed; Bruce was taller and more muscular, Noah shorter and comparatively petite; Bruce was hairier (albeit his blonde pubes made him less of a bear and more of a teddy) and Noah was smooth; Bruce was nearly forty and Noah just sixteen.
"But there comes a moment when that needs to change," Noah said.
Noah had been bent over his dad's feet doggy style and now he sat on his heels, knelt in front of the man, as he reached up for the waistband of his dad's shorts. They were still a little bit damp from when he's been running.
Noah pulled them down just a little and then looked up again - this was Bruce's last chance to stop before Noah saw his cock. He nodded instead and Noah pulled the shorts down with one swift tug. His dad's cock was marvellous.
Now that wasn't a phrase Noah ever thought he'd think but he also didn't think he'd ever suck his big brother's cock which he'd only done so to appease Jamie. Jamie was like family too, his big brother's best friend and the closest thing he had to another big brother.
His dad's cock was fucking marvellous.
Noah no qualms about how many cocks he's sucked, how many cock's had fucked hum or how many boys and men he was interested in – that list was getting lengthy. The fact the magnificent cock in front of him belonged to his dad added to the appeal.
Noah leaned into the naked crotch and nuzzled the root of his dad's cock. The length of the shaft abutted Noah's cheek. Noah could smell the musky sweat on his dad's balls from his recent run. As Noah brought his face back, the erection slid across his smooth cheek; once the hard-on was in front of his face, Noah opened his mouth...
Noah breathed on the end of Bruce's cock and the man shuddered at the sensation. Bruce could not believe his total indiscretion but though he was not powerless to stop it, he realised he was not going to. Noah had made a choice and not Bruce had committed himself to it as well. He stepped out of his shorts while Noah's eyes stared down Bruce's stiff one eye. Noah teased his dad by leaning in and touching his nose to the end of his cock.
Noah lifted his face so his lips brushed across the aching cock. Bruce felt humiliated to be turned on by his son's cock tease and gained a momentary insight into why his boy loved embarrassment and humiliation so much. Thoughts about this didn't last since they were erased by the presentation of a wet tongue that lolled out of the teenager's mouth and licked the head of Bruce's dick.
Noah raised his hands and with one he gripped his dad's meaty buttock and with the other he fondled his dad's balls. Noah used the same hand to control the root of his dad's dick, holding it steady while he used only his tongue to contact the manly cock.
Noah licked around the head of the dick and then down the top of the shaft of the erection, around the root of the penis and back up the underside of the boner. Bruce was looking down and Noah, beholding his skinny body and his son's cock still hard but untouched and leaking impressive juices that left the head of his cock shiny.
"You really do leak a lot of precum..." Bruce observed; "Is that normal for you?"
"Yea... cool, isn't it?" Noah said happily.
Noah punctuated his reply with lippy kisses to the head of his dad's cock.
"Yea... messy though... oh my fucking god," Bruce said.
Bruce was sweltering - they were indoors and it was a hot June day, he'd been out running and had returned to this sexual charade. Bruce crossed his arms over and gripped the hem of his t-shirt so when he lifted his arms, the top came off. Noah looked up at his dad and was impressed by his physique; the man had a toned torso dusted with fair hair across his chest.
Most importantly, his dad was now totally naked.
Like father, like son.
Noah pursed his lips and sucked the head of his dad's cock into his mouth. Bruce moaned gratefully, impressed by both the suction and the warmth of Noah's mouth. Noah bobbed back and forth only over the head of his dad's cock, precum mixing with Noah's saliva to make it slick and wet.
Noah slurped as he opened his mouth to breath and then dove greedily of the impressive dick. It was thicker and longer than Noah's cock; at least seven inches long and even without a tape measure Noah suspected it was eighteen centimetres or more. His mouth was too full to ask.
While Bruce put his hands atop Noah's head, Noah put his hands on the back of his dad's thighs. The hair wasn't thick - Bruce's hairiness was probably average just as Noah's smoothness was distinctly below average - but it was downy under Noah's fingertips.
Noah continued to suck his dad's cock, slurping and swallowing and then gobbling some more. Bruce could not believe how many sensations the teenager was making him feel - Noah's reports of his sexual experiences did little justice in describing how expert his techniques in pleasure were developing.
Noah released his dad's cock and breathed hard, licking his lips and eying it for the final suckdown. Noah looked up at his dad and grinned. Bruce's hands were still on Noah's head but he curved his fingertips affectionately behind Noah's ears.
"Can you put your hands on your head?" Noah asked.
Bruce almost blushed - out of embarrassment? After everything that had already happened.
"Why?" Bruce asked.
"I want to look at you while I make you cum," Noah admitted unashamedly.
Bruce moved his hands and linked his fingers behind his neck. Noah smiled happily, admiring his dad's big and sexy chest and bushy pits. His armpits, like the pubes above his cock weren't as blonde as his chest and leg hair - it was darker - but it was beautiful.
Noah descended on the eighteen-centimetre cock and looked up with his big round eyes. Noah's sweetness was punctuated by the massive cock that was pushing into his face.
Noah didn't need warning to know his dad was about to cum, it leaked a sample for Noah to taste and then gushed in a series of spurts. The shots of cum were milky and hot, slightly salty and the bursts filled Noah's greedy mouth.
When Noah spat the cock out, cum still filled his mouth, he rolled it around and bathed his tongue in the seed. Noah had tasted lots of cum in the last year but this manly spunk was different. Noah thought about how he felt about drinking from the ball juice that had made him and it made him quite happy.
Noah finally swallowed and watched as his dad's ecstatic face fell upon his son. Noah stayed on the floor, his dick was still big and hard but Noah looked small. Bruce wasn't sure what to do now. Noah helped him to decide by standing up.
They didn't kiss - this hadn't been about intimacy; it had been about sex. Instead, Noah took a hold of his own cock and started to jerk it. Bruce reached out and cupped his son's balls - Noah smiled and laughed as his eggs were fondled.
"Sit down," Noah said; "Can I shoot on you?"
Bruce sat down and nodded. Noah's continued interested in messing himself and others with cum continued and though he never imagined he's jizz all over his own dad, it was a nice moment. Noah had been excited for what felt like forever - from the living room to the luxurious pace at which he saw his dad naked and then sucked him - so he was ready to cum within minutes.
The fact Noah was a horny sixteen-year-old boy helped his orgasmic potential too.
When Noah's cock shot, he made sure to aim for his dad's chest. He would have loved to shoot in the man's face but Noah resisted - he felt they had pushed enough boundaries for one day.
The first shots hit so hard they splashed back on Noah and by the time Noah was squeezing the last drops out, they were dribbling on his dad's naked thigh.
Noah leaned over his dad and licked his own cum off his dad's chest. The man had a hot chest and his heartbeat was hard and fast. Noah imagined he could hear it and feel it though his tongue.
"Ok... I am the worst parent in the world," Bruce said guiltily.
"Nonsense, you're the best. You let me play with your favourite toy," Noah replied.
Bruce grinned and wiped his hand across his chest, smearing boy-juice in the process.
"Dad, we can talk or not talk, it's up to you. But I liked this and so did you... right?" Noah said.
"As the adult here, I feel I took advantage," Bruce said.
"No you didn't," Noah challenged. "I know who I am. I know what I want. You do too. We're adults..." Noah started to say.
"Are you an adult?" Bruce asked doubtfully.
Noah was legal but still young and immature. A young man at best and best not to think of Noah as a boy after what had just happened. Bruce didn't want to admit he had let his son give him a blowjob and he also did not want to admit he let a boy give him a blowjob. Bruce had let a young man choose to suck him.
"I'm old enough to make decisions. Good decisions... or bad decisions," Noah admitted; "But bad decisions don't need to be bad, you know?"
"Your logic is flawless," Bruce teased.
"I don't care that we shouldn't have done this. I wanted to and so did you," Noah said; "Let's leave it at that."
"Ok," Bruce agreed; "I need to go shower now."
"I missed a spot," Noah mocked as he prodded a blob of his own spunk on his dad's thigh.
Bruce showered alone.
Bruce spent his time thinking about two things:
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that Noah was happy and sensible and correct that they had both chosen to do something stupid. He found accepting it was a bad, or at least not good, choice oddly comforting.
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he needed to approach the real issue he had been trying to talk about when the whole tryst had started. Namely, his friend hearing voices was a serious issue.
Noah went to his bedroom and played with his semi-limp dick while browsing Sextr. Every day he added more blogs to follow; sexy men and beautiful twinks; blogs with just pictures, just video or just gifs; Instagram boys and naked selfies and naked dares; blogs of outdoor nudes or nudists; blogs with bondage...
The internet is a filthy place.
Noah preferred Sextr to other sexy blogs that had taken over after Tumblr decided to remove consensual adult content to make way for porn bots and far right cishet dickheads. Sextr had a unique blend of blogs and user interactive features. Add-Me (to find new followers or friends), Message-Me (to talk to followers and friends), Date-Me (for those seeking sex or love), Task-Me (for those seeking dares or challenges like strip hide and seek), Group-Me (for people who share similar interests to interact), Event-Me (for live events in their area, including dogging swingers parties and voyeur exhibits) and Live-Me (Noah had stripped naked when he was fifteen and masturbated for a growing number of viewers).
Noah had over a thousand followers but only personally knew a few - some boys from school or around the area whom he'd connected with one way or another over the last year. Noah noticed Will was online - Will was the twenty-year-old who had invited Noah to pay strip hide and seek. Noah had been the stripper of course but they had left with tentative plans to hook up again someday.
Noah sent Will a Message-Me...
Duke-It-Out: [Online in the middle of the day? Are you not-studying too?]
"Noah, I'm popping out for a few hours," dad shouted.
"Ok," Noah replied, almost unsettled by the return to normality after what had happened.
Will replied a few minutes later.
Will-The-First: [Taking a break. How do you know I'm studding anything? Higher education isn't for everyone.]
Noah had the luxury of going to a very expensive school and living in a very salubrious area of a wealthy city; sometimes he needed reminded that not everyone was as lucky as him. Nevertheless, he thought Will was taking the Mickey.
Duke-It-Out: [True. But I bet you're studying how to get sexier by the minute or how to seduce boys who leak precum like a fountain.]
Will-The-First: [You're a dirty boy.]
Will-The-First: [I'm studying Psychology in the library. No exams this week so taking a break and talking to sexy boys.]
Duke-It-Out: [Oh, you're talking to people besides me? Fine then! :( ]
Will-The-First: [Ha ha. What are you doing on Sextr in the middle of the afternoon? Talking to older boys when you should be studying for, I assume, AS-Levels?]
Duke-It-Out: [Taking a break. Sitting around naked. Playing with myself.]
Will-The-First: [Do you want to Live-Me?]
Noah thought about it. Live-Me could be used to broadcast live or video chat with one (or a select group) of users. A Live-Me exclusively with Will-The-First offered some interesting possibilities.
Duke-It-Out: [Ok.]
Noah selected the Live-Me function and clicked the broadcast tier; his options were public, group and direct. Noah chose direct and entered Will-The-First. A moment later, Will-The-First accepted the Live-Me and they were connected.
To Noah's surprise, he could see Will - he must have accepted mutual video chat. Will looked very nice in a wide-neck t-shirt that showed off lots of his chest; in the HD screen, Noah could see dark and wiry chest hairs. In fact, Noah could almost have counted how many but it was a cute little sprout high in the middle of his chest.
"You look good," said Noah.
"I better turn you down," Will said.
"Rejecting me already? I can't say I'm not hurt," Noah joked.
"I meant the volume," Will said with a chuckle; "I'm hiding in a corner of the library but no sense taking risks."
"Risks can be fun," Noah commented; "Like... playing strip hide and seek with strangers or sucking off a boy you've just met at a bus stop."
After playing strip hide and seek with Will's friends, Will had driven him home; they had stopped at a bus stop and Noah had cum in Will's mouth.
"That's true," Will agreed.
"Is the library quiet?" Noah asked.
"Yea... It's a library," Will said sarcastically, then admitted; "It's dead in here, everyone is outside playing."
Will panned his phone camera around to show he was isolated and there wasn't a soul in sight.
"Do you want to play something?" Noah asked.
"This sound ominous," Will replied.
"You like risk..."
"I like other people taking the risks, I just... show up to watch," Will chuckled.
"I'm home and naked. I like being naked at home. I'll go wherever you tell me if you take off your shirt and pull down your shorts," Noah said.
He assumed Will was wearing shorts because it was a hot day. Will was quiet and Noah was glad the older lad was thinking it over.
"You'll go anywhere?" Will asked.
"Challenge me," Noah said.
"Are you in your room? Is it upstairs?" Will asked.
"Yes and yes," Noah answered.
"Go downstairs, out your front door and face the street," Will challenged.
"I want to see you jerk off," Noah said.
"I want to see you jerk off," Will replied.
"I want your t-shirt completely off and shorts around your ankles and you can only put them of once you've cum on your own chest," Noah proposed.
"I want you to stand on your driveway facing the street so anyone could pass by at any moment and catch you wanking and I want you to spunk on your hand and eat it," Will countered.
"You've got a filthy fucking mind," Noah replied. "You also have a deal."
Noah spent a minute switching to his iPad which was more portable than his laptop. As Noah walked downstairs, he thought that perhaps he had the trickier end of the deal when it came to risk of exposure. Will could pull his shorts up if he was about to be caught – Noah was going to be totally naked on his front step.
Noah could see the library was deserted - as a result of both the nice weather outside and the fact the library was spread over four floors. The top floor was usually quiet because that's where the encyclopaedias, political biographies and tax law reside.
Noah reached the bottom of the stairs and opened the front door, stepping out into the sunshine without even looking to see if his neighbours were out, if the gardeners were around, if there was a window cleaner or paperboy or postman or even passing schoolboy.
Luckily there was no-one.
"Are you going to take your top off now?" asked Noah.
Noah saw the picture tilt and wobble as Will put his phone down and then lifted his t-shirt off; then Will could be seen lifting his ass and pulling his shorts down. He picked his phone up again and tilted it so Noah could see Will's shorts were indeed around his ankles and his dick was nestled inside a bush of pubes. The little nub of Will's flaccid penis was quite sweet and he looked forward to seeing what it looked like when it peeked out and got hard.
Will was already quite satisfied that Noah was outside bare naked. He was amazed that Noah was so bold and sincerely turned on by the image of Noah in his garden without any clothes on. Will could imagine his own neighbourhood and what he would feel if he passed by a garden with a cute naked boy like Noah jerking off in it.
Will watched Noah, who was holding his iPad arm's length, starting to stroke himself while watching Will in the library starting to stroke himself. Will already knew Noah had a respectably big cock but the sixteen-year-old was excited to see what Will had to offer. As it turned out, Will's cock was barely bigger than Noah's - perhaps 6.7 inches.
Will was listening very carefully in case anyone arrived on the fourth floor of the library but he'd had the floor to himself all day so far and only two people had happened by when he was studying yesterday. Will was not much of a risk taker himself - he enjoyed others taking the risks - so only agreed because he felt safe and because it was too good a chance to get Noah outside in the nude.
"Aren't you scared someone might catch you?" Will asked.
"Big whoop," Noah said.
The phase probably wouldn't have come to Noah if he hadn't used it with his dad a few hours earlier - then it had been a penis euphemism and now Noah just meant he didn't care if he was caught. In truth, Noah was very excited about being outside naked. He loved the hot sun on his skin and the sound of the wide world around him.
It occurred to Will that if he came on his chest he had nothing to wipe it off with. Will smiled because Noah was cute and smart and but he guessed that Noah had thought of the mess Will would be left with.
"Oh yea, jerk that dick for me," Noah encouraged.
"You like watching me pump it?" Will asked.
"Fuck yes," Noah. "I wish I was there."
"I wish you were here too," Will replied; "Dressed like you are and with your lips around my cock."
"Why stop at my lips? I'd sit on your cock until it exploded in my ass," Noah responded.
Noah was turning himself on as much as he was exciting Will. Looking at Noah, his hand was getting faster and Will followed the younger boy's lead.
There wasn't a race to finish but neither of the lads wanted to waste time. Will considered he had the best stimuli - naked sixteen-year-old in a picturesque background of green grass and hedges and bright sunshine. Will grunted as he shot his load over his chest; having not built it up, the spurts were over quickly but it was still a perfectly satisfactory orgasm.
"I also wish you were here to lick this up," Will said.
"Yummy," Noah replied.
Personally, Will liked to spend an hour or two building up to an orgasm - it was messier but much more euphoric. Will pulled up his shorts and used his t-shirt to wipe up his own spunk; then Will pulled a hoodie out his bag and zipped it up to the middle of his chest and rolled up the sleeves.
Will sat back to watch Noah who was still jerking off.
Noah wasn't done jerking off though. He was aware that his build-up was hampered by cumming just a few hours ago. At sixteen he could cum four or seven times a day but he hadn't planned on jerking off again so soon after spunking with his dad.
A group of runners passed by, headed in the direction of Barron's Woods, and a cyclist headed in the opposite direction headed towards the main roads into the city. None of them noticed the jerking boy in his own garden – a lack of curiosity or perhaps their concentration was just fixed on their own course. The brick under Noah's feet was hot and Noah closed his eyes to imagine he was on a sunny beach...
Laughing roused him back to reality a moment later.
Noah opened his eyes to see a boy his own age, plus or minus a year, watching him. He was shirtless and wearing shorts, his legs were skinny and tanned and he was standing on a skateboard. He watched Noah who hadn't slowed the pace of his self-pleasure and hadn't made a move to retreat either.
"Someone's watching me. Look," Noah said.
Noah reversed the camera so Will was looking at the boy at the end of Noah's driveway.
Will didn't dare say anything but he was very turned on knowing Noah had been caught and wasn't even trying to cover himself. The skater boy didn't take out a camera to picture Noah but he did continue to watch; after a long moment he spread his hands questioningly.
"The fuck, dude?" the boy asked.
"It's a dare?" Noah asked, hoping the boy would accept that as enough of an explanation.
Noah didn't recognise him but it was a big suburb and he couldn't know every teenage boy he saw.
"Can I watch you shoot?" the boy asked.
"Sure," Noah agreed.
If anything, getting caught was a bigger turn on.
"Hold this," Noah said.
The boy came closer again and took the iPad, pointing it at Noah to capture him in gull glory. He didn't even ask who Noah was sending the video to, he was too focused on revelling in Noah's smoothness, his skinny body and his bare feet. Noah was a seriously beautiful boy.
The interloper shook himself to attention just in time to watch Noah spunk all over his driveway. Noah lamented that he hadn't spilled his seed on the grass - he could have lied and said he had been dared to water the garden with his jizz.
Noah needn't have wondered about explaining more because the boy handed Noah his iPad back - Noah checked he hadn't sent the video to anyone but he hadn't.
"You're totally insane," the kid said before he ran back to the street and skated away.
Noah appreciated the thin boy's smooth back and low-riding shorts; he really wished the shorts would fall down but they stayed up until the boy disappeared from view. Noah enjoyed Will's stunned expression and Will enjoyed Noah's bare shoulders and cute face which again filled the screen.
"Did you enjoy that?" Noah asked as he stepped back inside the house.
"You are fucking crazy," Will observed.
"Maybe a little," Noah agreed.
"But you're a lot of fun to know," Will added.
"Thanks," Noah replied. "I hate to cum and go like this..."
"Well punned," Will interrupted.
"Thank you. But I need to do some studding today," Noah said.
"Me too. This was fun though, stay in touch?" Will asked.
LATER
"I just wanted to make sure you were ok?" Noah said.
Daniel and Jamie were washing the dishes after dinner (a cute scene of domesticity) but Dan looked over his shoulder at Noah who was on his mobile and talking to Ronan.
"I'm fine. Nothing's changed," Ronan admitted.
<<Plus ça change, plus c'est pareil.>>
"Herman says the more things change..." Ronan added.
"...The more they stay the same," Noah completed.
"I can't remember who said that. I'm sure I know," Ronan said thoughtfully.
"Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr," Noah informed him.
<<Well, duh!>>
"Ok," Ronan agreed.
"I'm not sure how much help I'm being," Noah lamented.
"I just wanted someone to know," Ronan replied. "I don't know what I'll do next but telling someone, anyone... and you're not just anyone, Noah... telling someone feels like the start of something."
"I'm here for you," Noah agreed.
"I just don't want you to feel burdened, that wouldn't be fair. I know I asked you to help me but I was just so scared and..." Ronan tried to think what to say next but his thoughts were hazy. "I don't know what to do next but I knew the first thing was to tell someone else."
"I hope it helped," Noah responded. "We should talk more about it sometime. If you want to?"
"Maybe," Ronan agreed but he sounded sullen and detached from it all. "I need to go."
"Ok. Bye," Noah said.
"Everything ok?" asked Dan the moment Noah hung up.
Noah smiled at his big brother - his caring and protective big brother.
"It's a friend... he told me something yesterday and... I don't know," Noah said.
"Sound complicated," Jamie contributed, inferring it was the wrong time for a sarcastic comment about vagueness.
"It is but I'm figuring it out. Or trying to," Noah replied.
Noah noticed Jamie's eyes drifting over his naked body and Noah reflected that being naked when talking about personal things was a double form or exposure.
"Noah," Daniel said in a buddy kind of way as he put his arm around Noah's shoulder.
It probably meant he was up to something.
"Dan?" Noah said in return.
"There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about and I don't want you to get mad..." Daniel said.
"What have you done?" Noah asked immediately.
Noah was half joking but the other half was thinking about the time Dan left him naked on a non-nudist beach in France and kicked off days of exhibitionism, humiliation and a holiday romance for Noah. Days of exhibitionism? Those days hadn't stopped in the ten months since that day.
"It's about school..." Dan started.
"Noah, can we talk for a minute?" dad interrupted.
"Can it wait just a sec?" Noah asked.
"Dad's flight is in a few hours and I need to drive him to the airport," Dan said with practiced patience; "We can talk anytime."
"But..." was all Noah got to say because Dan scampered away.
"I should have talked to you about this when I had more time but things got in the way," dad said with unsaid meaning.
"Yes," Noah agreed.
They both accepted that what happened between them should be kept secret which almost made the whole affair even more sordid. No-one wanted to use the phrase "daddy's little secret," but that's what it was.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Noah asked lightly, a lightness that was lost the moment his dad replied.
"Noah, I heard you talking to your friend Ronan last night," Bruce said.
Noah got the strangest feeling of deja vu - wasn't this how his day had started?
"I heard him tell you he hears voices? Or a voice at least?" Bruce asked.
"Oh..." Noah responded.
This was another thing that had unspokenly agreed to be a secret. Noah felt bad that Ronan's privacy was already violated.
"I didn't mean to overhear you boys talking," Bruce said quickly.
It passed though Noah's mind that this might have been the conversation his dad wanted to have this morning, which meant... had his dad ever heard him talking about his mad sexual adventure? Had Noah confessed needlessly? Noah didn't want to dwell on it.
"Maybe I shouldn't talk about my friend behind his back," Noah said evasively.
"Noah," Bruce shot his son an admonishing look; "This is serious and not the kind of thing you or your friend should have to deal with alone."
"He needs time," Noah said.
"Noah voices that talk to you are auditory hallucinations," Bruce educated; "It is a serious psychological symptom of physical or emotional trauma, recreational drugs..."
"Ronan doesn't have any of that," Noah defended.
"Or Schizophrenia," Bruce added.
Ronan hadn't said the word and Noah wondered how much research his friend had done - had Ronan used the internet to self-diagnose or had he tried to run and hide from his problem? Had Ronan accepted it was just something that was happening or had he tried to make sense of why it was happening.
"He won't let me."
Those words came back to Noah suddenly – from Christmas time, the first time Ronan had tried to talk about his secret. Did Herman, the invisible voice, stop Ronan from learning more about what was happening to him?
"Is that dangerous?" Noah asked worriedly.
"No," his dad said unambiguously. "But it can be very confusing and your friend is more likely to hurt himself than anyone else as he tries or fails to deal with it. He needs to get help, Noah."
"I know. I know. But I think if I rush in he'll feel harassed and he says the voice told him not to talk about it..." Noah said. "Dad, this is fucked up. I don't know what to do."
"Dad, we need to get going," Daniel said with his head poked into the kitchen.
Noah knew he was trying not to interrupt but wondered how much his big brother had heard.
"Ronan needs to be able to trust me. But I need more time," Noah said.
"I'll help you help him," dad promised. "No matter where in the world I am, I'm always there for you. Ask me anything anytime, ok?"
The naked teenager gave his dad a hug. The man felt Noah's soft, warm skin and Noah felt a solid, masculine frame.
"Thanks dad," Noah replied.
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