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A Very Ordinary Boy (Part 1)
From Chapter 10:
I heard Noah say that I needed to turn round so we would be face-to-face, but I ignored him. Maybe he'd think I was already asleep. He didn't. He said it again and this time, when I didn't respond, he put a hand (not a very warm one) on my shoulder and began to gently pull me towards him. I wanted to resist, I really did. But I didn't. Once I'd got as far as lying on my back Noah spoke again. I was sure at the time that he was trying to be reassuring (though I had second thoughts later) when he said he had a boner too and that it was no biggie!! Okay, so yes, I laughed and so did he and somehow the tension that had built up in the previous few minutes completely disappeared.
Chapter 11: Wham! Bam! Thank you, ma'am!
Be aware that this chapter includes details of non-consensual sexual activity.
I can feel Noah's breath warming the side of my face between my ear and my neck and the hand that had been pulling on my shoulder is suddenly stroking my other ear, one finger gently outlining its curve from bottom to top and back again. Shivers (not of coldness) are rippling through my body and I am very, very aware of my cock throbbing with a sledge-hammer beat. It's been hard for so long and I'm amazed that it hasn't spontaneously combusted or, at the very least, produced a gallon of involuntary cum. But I don't have time to dwell on that thought `cause the finger (along with the hand it's attached to) is on the move, travelling from my ear and making its way carefully across my face, under one eye and then down the ridge of my nose before taking an outline tour of my lips, first along the top one and then the bottom. Noah asks if what he is doing is okay (is it okay?!!!) and, as I open my mouth to reply, the finger slips inside and begins to explore the warm, wet space within. Fuuuck! I know this isn't what's meant by oral sex but it seriously should be. I can feel the pre-cum beginning to build.
Words, now, are pretty much impossible (and not just because of the finger in my mouth) so when the next question arrives -- can he kiss me? -- my reply comes out like an excited whimper. Noah is turning my face towards his (not that I can see it in the more or less complete darkness of the back of the van) but I can definitely feel his breath and then his lips making contact with mine, lightly at first but with more and more pressure. But not in a bad way. I've never been kissed anything like this before (let's face it, I've never been kissed like anything before) but some sort of instinct kicks in and my response is loaded with all of my years of pent-up closeted gayboy longing and frustration. Noah obviously feels it too and his tongue is probing my lips, urgently requesting that they open to allow it inside. Request very, very happily accepted! I've always been really turned on when I've watched guys making-out on porn, but the real thing? Incredible. If I never do anything else, this is enough sex for me. That, of course, is a total lie. Now that I've started I want it all.
(It'll only be later that I reconsider that thought.)
Even though I am way past the point of being able to say anything sensible, Noah more than makes up for it. Apparently I'm not ordinary at all, in fact I'm incredibly cute and sexy, phenomenally intelligent and amazingly sweet and he has been dreaming about this moment since that day when he knocked me flat on my back onto the floor at FfT. As he's saying all these ridiculous, but also wonderful, things about me, his hand is moving again, down my chest towards first one nipple and then the other. I know (not from personal experience, naturally) that some guys have a direct link from nipple to cock, stimulate one and the other responds like an enthusiastic puppy. It turns out that I am not one of them. I'm not saying that it doesn't feel pleasant, but there are no stars, no fireworks, no instant tingling in my cock head. But who cares? This is Noah Richmond's finger that's circling my nipple and that's way sexy enough for me. But, oh shit, his tongue flicking around and over it? Fuuck! That's a way different scenario. Now there seriously are explosions going off down there between my legs, in my belly, all the way down to my toes. It's like the puppy is on speed. Fuuuck!
Hey! The lovely warm wet licking and kissing has suddenly stopped. No! Noah please don't stop. Don't stop with your tongue. Don't take it away, don't .... Aaaagh!! Oh my fucking G-O-D! That's his breath on my cock. ON MY COCK! He's breathing onto my cock. He's dragging his tongue up and down it. He's kissing my balls. MY BALLS. Noah Richmond is kissing my ... No, he's SUCKING my balls. Just like on High Schools Jocks, first one and then the other. I thought having my nipples sucked was beyond amazing but this is a whole other universe. Now his tongue is licking back up the underside of my cock. And now he's kissing it. Yes, really, little nibbly kisses like a little kid with a favourite toy. Or maybe a pet kitten. But no little kid would put their pet kitten in their mouth but I'm 99% sure that's where Noah has just put my cock.
His hand is around the shaft, thrumming his fingers like it's a piano keyboard. I can feel nothing except that hand and the head of my cock, soaking in a warm wet bath. Hang on ... now there's something new - waves that are a sort of cross between off-the-scale pleasure and gut-wrenching agony are flooding outwards from my cock, up into my belly and down my legs. Shiiit! I can feel my unimpressive excuse for abs tightening and my toes curling and butt muscles clenching, pushing my cock further into the heat of Noah's mouth with each rhythmic thrust. And my balls ... my balls are ...
It's Noah's muffled voice I hear, "Cum for me. Cum for me, lovely boy."
I don't want to, I really don't want to, but how can I stop? I know that if I cum now the incredible sensations all over my body will end and I really don't want them to stop. I want them to go on forever, like the most amazing and never-ending edging session you've ever experienced. But my balls are being pulled up tighter and tighter in their sack and I know I'm only seconds away from unloading and there's nothing I can do to stop it. The pleasure in my cock head ... the pain in my cock head ... oh fuck! Oh fuck! It's like the best wank ever but multiplied by a thousand. Oh fuck! I'm gonna explode. I'm gonna cum like I've never cum before. It's amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing! It's ... it's ...
It's over. It's done, and every nerve in my body is alive like it's never been alive before. Is this what it would feel like to be electrocuted? If it is, then wow, what a way to go. I can feel my cock leaking the last of that unbelievable load onto my belly which means it isn't in Noah's mouth anymore, and that's because he's making his way up my belly one cummy kiss at a time, causing more ripples of fantastickness everywhere. Up my non-existent treasure trail, round and past my belly button, across the middle of my chest (no detour to my nipples this time), up my neck and chin. Shit! He's gonna do what they do in porn. He's gonna kiss me with a mouth full of my own cum. He's gonna dribble it into my mouth. He's gonna fill me full of my own stuff. He is. He is. He's doing it. I feel his lips on mine and his cummy tongue pushing its way inside. Hey, I'm not sure I like this idea. Yes, like most guys I've tasted my own cum but I wouldn't put it at the top of my list of favourite after-wank things to do. But there's no way I can keep Noah's tongue out and, if I'm honest with myself, I don't want to keep it out and that means I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna drink a cocktail of my own cum mixed with Noah Richmond's spit thanks to a special deposit from the boy who's just given me my first ever blow-job. How incredible is that?
Wow! What do you know? When it's delivered that way, and by the most incredibly sexy boy on the planet, sloshing your own cum around your own mouth before swallowing it down, well, it's really not too bad at all, especially when you're making-out with that same gorgeous boy. In fact, I'm pretty sure I want to do it again, but that won't be until my exhausted balls have had time to re-charge -- and that'll be at least ten minutes!
I feel the whole length of Noah's body laying on top of mine and his mouth and lips are all over my face - my eye lids, my ears, my forehead. It's super sexy and I feel like I want to be kissing him back, truly, but this is just so nice and he seems more than happy to let me just lie back and enjoy it, telling me he hopes I enjoyed that as much as he did (did I ever?) and how he can't wait to do it again (that makes two of us, three if you count my cock) and that, now, he wants to get to know the rest of me so why don't I just roll over so he can explore even more of me?
I'm so loose and relaxed that I've hardly got the strength to turn myself over but it's okay `cause Noah is helping, so now I'm lying stretched out on my front and he is sitting on my legs, half way between my knees and my butt with his hands flat on the ground on either side of my arms, kissing along the line where my hair meets my neck. Yes, I can see you looking at me asking yourself how naïve and stupid could I be? But, hey, don't forget, I was naïve, maybe even a little stupid. I admit it. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before and I was convinced that I'd found the boy of my dreams and was still floating on an ocean of first ever b-j, post-orgasmic happiness. So no, when he's kissing and licking his way down my back, shuffling his naked butt downwards so he can reach his target, I don't hear any alarm bells ringing, and, no, I don't get suspicious that in the next few minutes he's gonna push me further on my sexual journey than I want or am ready to go. In fact, I'm having such a fantastic time that my cock is already firming up and my balls are back to hanging loose in their bag, charged and ready and waiting to go again.
So, yes, I'm relaxed and zoning out and totally unquestioning when the kissing and licking gets to the top of my butt and his hands move so they're one on each cheek, gently massaging. And then the massaging becomes stronger and deeper and I feel my butt hole being exposed, but only for a split second. And then it happens again but this time it stays exposed and warm air is being blown across it and, in the words of that old cliché, I feel like I've died and gone to heaven and every nerve ending is jangling, especially the ones up inside by butt, ones that I didn't even know were there. The blowing stops, and instead of a gentle, warm breeze there's something hard and damp being dragged the whole length of my butt crack from top to bottom, pausing hardly at all before going back up, turning and returning again to my hole which is, of course, beginning to do its own thing of tensing and relaxing, almost as if it's wondering what new and fantastic sensation is coming its way next. In my head I'm just as excited to know as it is.
I'm aware that I'm quietly moaning again and I can hear Noah's breath becoming heavier. He whispers into my ear that he's never had a more special and amazing time and that things are gonna get even better, for both of us. Do I doubt him? No. Do I mistrust him? No. Do I feel uncomfortable in any way? No. Do I want these wonderful feelings to go on and on? Absolutely. Yes! Yes! Yes!
The finger -- the same one that's just been going up and down my crack? - is pushing at my lips and Noah is telling me to suck it and get it good and wet. There's a moment's hesitation (will it have a shitty taste?) but then I do as he says and the next minute it's out of my mouth and is, instead, concentrating on my hole, mostly going round it in lazy circles but sometimes probing, poking, pushing just a little way up inside. As I lay there, my attention fully focused on what's going on down there where no-one else has been since I was 3 years old and potty-trained, the feelings in and around my hole are weird but not unpleasant. I'm generally not one of those guys who goes in for playing with his butt when he's wanking. Yeah, maybe I've sometimes felt around down there but it's not something that particularly interests me so I don't really do it. Besides, even if you shower every day (which I do), how can you be sure you're properly clean down there? And who wants to have a thoroughly good wank spoiled by ending up with a poop-covered finger? (Yeah, okay, I know there are some real perverts out there but I'm not one of them.)
The pushing sensation changes. The end of the finger feels sort of wetter and it's going further in and then pulling out again before going in again and out again. Wow! I think I'm being finger-fucked! Yes, I am, I'm being finger-fucked! It's not uncomfortable exactly but it's definitely strange, like taking a dump but the crap keeps changing its mind about coming out. I know there's a thing called the prostate up there and it's supposed to feel incredible if it gets rubbed. That hasn't happened yet but my cock is definitely getting excited at the prospect, even though it is squashed between the sleeping bag and my tummy. I'm sure that the head is starting to swell in anticipation and, if I'm not mistaken, that's more pre-cum I can feel oozing out. Can this get any more amazing?
Noah has moved. He's on his knees now, between my open legs. I'm still lying face down but he's lifting me so I'm half on my knees and my butt is off the foam pad and pointing sorta diagonally upwards. The wet finger is back inside my hole and it's going faster now, and deeper. It doesn't feel so good. It's rougher, more aggressive somehow, and Noah's breathing is louder, like he's been running. Oh, that's good, the finger has moved out of my hole. It's back to running up and down my crack, though it feels somehow thicker than before. I can feel the front of Noah's thighs pressed up against the back of mine and he's got both his hands on my hips, holding on with a tight and not very comfortable grip. No, that can't be right. How can he be holding me like that and still have his finger in my crack? Shit! It's not his finger. And if it's not his finger then the only thing it can be is his cock. He's dragging his cock up and down my crack and over my hole. He's doing it again. And again. Hey, it's getting really wet back there. He must be making a humungous amount of pre. No, that can't be pre - I think he must be dripping his spit onto my hole. I've seen this happen in porn. It's what the top guy does just before stuffs his cock up inside the bottom guy if he's not using proper lube. Is Noah gonna do that to me? He wouldn't, would he? I'm trying to turn my head round to tell him that this isn't cool, that I'm not ready to be actually fucked, but I can't speak. He's pushing my face down into the sleeping bag so it's difficult to breathe. I definitely can't say anything. And he's telling me that I need to relax and enjoy it. Relax? Enjoy it? Enjoy being ra..., ra... Shit! I can't even think the word, much less say it. This can not be happening. I'm really struggling to breathe and Noah's weight is pushing me further and further down into the sleeping bag making it even harder.
And that's when I feel it, feel his cock being jabbed into me, being forced through the outer muscle ring and up into my chute. Fuuck! There's a burning all the way up my hole but at the same time it's like I've jumped into an ice bath -- my cock shrinks and my ball sack shrivels to pre-puberty size. At first the pain up inside me is like a tight little knot but the more Noah pumps the bigger that knot becomes until there isn't an inch of my guts that's not on fire and desperate for him to stop. I try to call out but there really isn't enough air to do that and breathe at the same time.
"Relax," he says. "Go with it. The first couple of minutes are the worst. Believe me, you're gonna love it." (It's amazing what the mind remembers, even when it doesn't want to.) That's when my brain decides it's had enough and I pass out. Not for long, but long enough, it seems, to get past the worst of it. When I come round Noah is pulling himself out of me and rolling over onto his back. He hands me some sort of cloth and tells me I probably want to wipe myself back there and also put my underwear back on to catch any leakage. I'm trying to make sense of what just happened and what he means by leakage (doh!). I can barely believe it but his last words to me, before turning away and falling straight to sleep are, "You know kid, that was great. And I bet you're not cold any more."
I reach round in the dark and find my clothes surprisingly easily. I put everything on, including my sweats and hoodie `cause, despite what Noah just said, I am cold once again. At least, I think that's why I'm shivering.
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