Chapter Seventeen
Spencer
I was two seconds away from exploding as I gripped my dick tightly, my hips thrusting up into thin air as I watched Noah jack his gorgeous cock. His words were sweet and smooth, sliding inside me and making me beg for more. I wanted to come so fucking badly, but I didn’t want this to be over.
Or if it was going to be over, I wanted Noah to know what I sounded like when I came.
I was all up for a bit of teasing, especially if it got me what I wanted in the end. Which was Noah with me, spread out across my bed with my head between his thighs and his cock in my throat.
After the gym, I’d ended up doing an Alice in Wonderland down a gay-porn rabbit hole, and now the mental list of things I wanted to try with Noah was overflowing with options.
I might not have been interested in some of the really kinky stuff I’d seen, but given how hard I’d gotten watching some guy called Austin Carter use a thick, ridged dildo on this gorgeous, chubby guy before pounding him so hard his partner came untouched, I was more than sure that I was definitely bisexual and more than desperate to get naked with Noah.
I watched Noah’s video again, trying to work out what I should send in response.
Another voice note would be good, but I wanted to show him what he was doing to me, so instead, I pulled up the video app and hit Record.
“I’m close too… Shit… This is what you do to me, Noah,” I said, awkwardly spitting in my hand before starting to jerk my cock again. I groaned at the sudden addition of slickness, a new surge of heat rushing through me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so turned on.
“Your voice… your cock… Fuck, I want you so much. Just thinking about you… Shit, I can’t wait to touch you tomorrow. I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you.”
I twisted my hand over the head of my dick, then slid my fingers down to my balls, giving them a quick caress before I went back to my shaft.
If I had two free hands, I might have tried playing with my hole, but I’d need a stand for my camera for that.
The one I sometimes used in the gym would do, but that was in my gym bag, and I wasn’t getting up now. Fuck that.
Desire coursed through me. There was so much I wanted but no time left to experiment. I felt my balls tightening as my body tensed. I was so close, and nothing was going to change that.
My hips jerked, pushing my cock into the tight, slick tunnel of my fist as I thought about fucking up into Noah’s ass. That was all it took.
“N-Noah, fuck… I’m… Shit… Gonna come…” I struggled to get the words out between panting breaths as I came, my cum shooting across my skin.
I had to move the camera quickly to avoid covering my phone because that would be a nightmare to clean up, but I made sure to keep my cock in the shot.
I wanted Noah to see what he was missing and what he’d be getting tomorrow.
Because I already knew I’d be pulling him towards the nearest sofa as soon as he walked through my front door.
When my cock finished twitching, I turned my phone around, hoping my face was still in the frame. I grinned at the camera and shot Noah a cheeky wink. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”
I lifted my thumb off the screen to stop the recording and hit Send, wondering whether Noah had come already or if he was waiting for me.
Was there some sort of sexting etiquette that said I should have waited?
Usually, when I’d done this with women, I’d always wanted to make sure they came first because it was gentlemanly, but now…
Was it totally different with a man? Had I fucked up somehow?
I didn’t know why I was suddenly so worried.
I’d never been an overthinker. Alex had always described me as a barely look-before-you-leap person, and I fully admitted to doing things before I’d thought of the consequences, but it had never really blown up in my face, so I’d never felt like this before.
What was it about Noah that made me so nervous? I didn’t think it was because he was a guy. That didn’t bother me at all. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I really liked him.
Now that I thought about it, every time I started dating someone I really liked, I always felt like a bundle of nerves. Only this time, I’d actually noticed them.
Another voice note came through followed by a couple of pictures.
I hit Play on the note while I looked through the pictures.
They were all of Noah’s perfect-looking cock, spent and covered in cum.
I felt a small pang of sadness because I wished I’d been able to see Noah come.
Then I brightened because I realised I could see it for myself tomorrow.
“Fucking hell, Spencer,” Noah said, his voice thick and breathless.
“Fucking warn me next time. I think… Fuck, I think I stopped breathing. God, you look so fucking hot when you come. You sound it too. I wanted to send you another video, but I was too distracted by watching you. Fuck, you’re just…
You’re amazing. You made me come so hard. ”
I let out a soft chuckle, a pleased glow filling my chest. Another note popped through, shorter this time.
“By the way,” Noah said. “Can I keep that video, please? I’ve never had anyone make me anything like that, and I definitely want to watch it again. But if you want me to delete it, that’s not a problem.”
I grinned and hit Record. “Yeah, you can keep it. It’s pretty awesome that you like my attempt at amateur porn.
I’ll have to make you another one. I can get my phone stand out of my gym bag…
maybe try playing with my hole…” I tried to keep my voice light and teasing, but as I said it, I knew I wanted to try doing that.
Only not now because I was knackered.
“You’ll have to let me know what you want me to try,” I continued. “Fuck, I’m exhausted now, though. I… I loved doing that with you. I can’t wait to do it with you in person tomorrow.”
I sent the voice note, then looked around for something to clean up with.
My t-shirt was crumpled up on the floor next to the bed, so I reached down to grab it and used it to mop up most of my cum before it stuck to me.
I needed to have a shower anyway. That had been my plan when I’d gotten home, but I’d gotten distracted when I’d sat on the bed for two minutes and strolled off down my Twitter rabbit hole.
It had been fun, though, so I wasn’t mad about it.
My phone flashed again, and I grabbed it, assuming it was Noah. But instead, it was a message from Chris.
Chris
Hey, mate, sorry to nag, but have you decided whether you wanna join us for 5-a-side? No pressure and don’t mind if you say no. We already registered but I just need to know so we can ask around and see if anyone else is interested.
I stared at the screen, chewing my lip. I’d promised Chris I’d think about it, but I’d kept putting off making a decision. I’d told myself it was because I was so wrapped up in things with Noah, but deep down, I knew it was because I was afraid to consider it.
It shouldn’t have been a difficult choice because it wasn’t like they were asking me to join the England squad.
It was literally just a kick-about league, and even though I hadn’t played for years, I’d still probably be better than most people we played against. I had a valid reason to say no as well.
It would be easy to say it wasn’t worth the risk since some of our opponents would probably make shit tackles. Even if I could outrun most of them…
And it wasn’t like we’d be playing for hours. It would be two twenty-five minute halves, and five-a-side allowed rolling substitutions as well, so as long as we got enough people on the team, I could come off whenever I needed to.
But even with all that, I had to consider whether the risk was worth it.
The doctors might have told me never to play again, but I hadn’t exactly sat down and asked them to lay out in detail what I could and couldn’t do.
They’d told me to keep exercising, and over the years, my ankle had definitely gotten stronger.
I’d kept up with physio and sports massages too, and at my last appointment, my massage therapist had said it was in better shape than my other leg and ankle, probably because I’d been so dedicated to making sure my muscles were strong enough to support the area.
Deep down, I knew I should probably say no. But I couldn’t bring myself to type those two little letters.
Because if I was being really honest with myself, I wanted to play.
There was a part of me—one I’d tried to lock away all those years ago—that still longed for the feeling of a ball on my foot and the pitch underneath me. As a kid, there was nothing in the world that could’ve kept me away from football, and giving it up had been the hardest thing I’d ever done.
And now that there was a chance for me to play again, that suppressed voice had come roaring back to life, complete with drums and a megaphone.
I sighed and shook my head. My decision wouldn’t exactly change the fate of the world.
It was such a small thing.
But it felt like climbing a mountain.
Discovering I was bisexual had been a piece of cake next to this. I was pretty sure it was supposed to be the other way around.
I knew I couldn’t keep putting it off because that wasn’t fair to the rest of the guys, but I needed more time.
Spencer
Shit. Sorry. I haven’t really thought about it! Can I let you know by the end of the week?
Chris
Yeah, that’s fine! Lemme know Friday morning at the gym =)
I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that I’d bought myself a few more days. I wondered whether I should ask Noah about the whole football thing. He’d be able to give a bit more of an outside perspective, and maybe that would help me choose.
Another message from Noah appeared on the screen, easing the worry that was starting to knot in my chest like an old pair of headphones in my hoodie pocket.
Noah
I can’t wait to see you tomorrow either x