Chapter Nineteen #2
I focused all my energy on making Noah feel good, squeezing and working his cock as he fucked into my mouth.
Groans, gasps, and muttered words filled my ears along with the slick, wet sounds of me sucking his dick.
It was sexy and fun and everything I’d been missing in my last few hook-ups, not to mention my life in general.
My own cock strained painfully inside the confines of my clothes, and I wished I had another hand so I could jack myself off at the same time.
But then I’d probably lose my rhythm, and that wasn’t fair to Noah. He was my focus right now. I could have my turn later.
“S-Spencer,” Noah gasped, his hips giving a stuttering thrust as his cock stiffened. “I’m… fuck, I’m going to come.”
I hummed and kept going, not wanting to be the reason he suddenly lost his orgasm. I wasn’t there to edge him like that. That would just be mean.
Noah’s body tensed before he cried out, his cock pulsing on my tongue as he filled my mouth with cum.
I struggled to swallow it, the hot, salty liquid spilling out between my lips and running down my fist. I let Noah’s dick roll out of my mouth, his cum dribbling out as I looked up at him.
Noah’s face was flushed, his lips slick and open, his eyes gazing down at me with an expression of awe and adoration like he’d never seen anything like me before.
His chest was heaving as he leant down to kiss me, his tongue sliding across my bottom lip as he licked some of his cum out of my mouth.
“Fucking hell,” I murmured. “That was hot.”
“Yeah? You liked it?”
“Yeah. I really did.” I licked my lips and frowned. “Not sure about the taste, but I guess I’ll get used to it.”
“You don’t have to,” Noah said.
“I know, but I want to. I know that probably wasn’t, like, the best BJ you’ve ever had, but luckily for you, I like practising. I’m dedicated like that.”
Noah chuckled darkly. “I can’t wait.” He kissed me again, deep and slow, spreading his body out on top of mine. “But first, I’m going to repay the favour.” He kissed down my jaw and my neck, drawing happy little noises from me as I relaxed into his touch.
He quickly disposed of my t-shirt, dropping it onto the floor with his clothes before slowly working down my chest and stomach, exploring the ridges of my muscles as he went and trailing his tongue down the dips in my hips as he reached my jeans.
My dick was screaming for relief, desperate for even the barest hint of touch, and I was afraid I’d jizz in my boxers if I wasn’t careful.
That totally wasn’t what I wanted from this moment.
I sighed in delight as Noah popped open my jeans, lifting my hips so he could tug them down my thighs.
Pulling my jeans off like this wasn’t the sexiest thing ever, but who gave a fuck about that.
I watched as Noah tilted his head down and pressed his lips lightly to my straining cock.
My underwear felt like a vise, and I was two seconds away from just ripping them off with my bare hands.
Noah must have realised how desperate I was because he didn’t torture me any further. He just grasped the waistband of my boxers and gently pulled them down, releasing my cock from the confines of its fabric prison.
I groaned as Noah ran his thumb up my shaft before wrapping his fingers around me. There was a devious smile playing across his face. “You have such a nice dick, Spencer,” he said. His voice was quiet, but every word sank into my soul. “I can’t wait to have it in my ass one day.”
“Yeah… Fuck, that would be so hot,” I said, losing the ability to form words as he began to jerk me slowly. “Fuck, please, Noah. Will you… Fuck, I’m not going to last long…”
“Are you asking me to suck you?” he asked coyly. “Do you want to know what it feels like to have my mouth around your cock?”
“Mmmhmm.” I nodded so hard it made my head hurt. “Please.”
I watched as Noah shuffled down the sofa, then lowered his head, wrapping his perfect, plush lips around the head of my cock. His tongue flicked out to collect the beads of precum that had gathered on the swollen head before he sucked me down, slowly taking me deep into his mouth.
“Fuuuck!” I cried out at the intense rush of pleasure, my hand shooting out to grip one of the back cushions on the sofa so tightly my knuckles were almost white.
Noah’s mouth was perfection, and everything became a haze.
It felt like the world had slowed and dialled every sensation up to a hundred.
I couldn’t focus on anything except the overwhelming feelings flooding my body.
I knew I hadn’t gotten laid in a while but still. Nothing had prepared me for how amazing this would feel.
“Noah… I’m… Fuck, I’m close,” I said as heat coiled in my muscles like a prepared spring. Noah hummed around me, his fingers caressing my balls as he sucked me deeper, pushing all my buttons as if he already knew exactly what I wanted.
My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, and I came with a shout, my hips jerking off the sofa as I pumped my release into Noah’s mouth.
A feeling of utter bliss washed over me, wringing me out until there was nothing left in my muscles but jelly.
I glanced down my body, trying to focus on Noah.
I realised he’d swallowed my cum, which was ridiculously fucking hot, and he was smiling at me as he released my spent cock from his mouth.
“Good?” he asked, and I snorted.
“Don’t… don’t ask stupid questions,” I said, and Noah laughed. He crawled up my body and into my arms, the two of us lying naked and content on the sofa as I tried to come back to myself.
“I’m glad. And you’re not freaking out, so that’s a bonus.”
“Why would I freak out? I told you, I want this with you.” I tilted his head up to look at me.
“I’m not going to suddenly freak out and run away just because you’re a man.
This isn’t some experiment for me. I like you, Noah, like a lot, and that was fucking amazing.
” I kissed him softly, then grinned. “I can’t wait to do it again. ”
“Me too. Just give me some time to catch my breath.”
“Same,” I said and pulled him closer to me.
I loved how warm and soft his body felt against mine.
Noah was so perfect for cuddling that I just wanted to hold him forever.
My mind began to drift as we lay there, and suddenly, I remembered what I’d told myself I’d do when I saw Noah again.
I didn’t know if this was the best time, but if I didn’t do it now, I’d either forget or chicken out. “Hey, can I ask you something random?”
“Sure.”
“A couple of guys at the gym are putting a five-a-side football team together for the league they run down at the leisure centre, and they asked me if I wanted to join them.”
“That sounds fun,” Noah said, twisting slightly in my arms so he could look at my face. “Are you going to do it?”
“I don’t know. That’s the problem.” I sighed.
“When I retired, I was told not to play again because it could really do me damage, but that was, like, nearly eleven years ago. And they were talking about professional-level stuff, not just a kick-about league. So, I mean, I have a legit reason to say no, but…”
“But you don’t want to.”
“Yeah, I really want to play again. But I left that behind me,” I said, feeling a swell of unexpected emotion rise in my chest. “I had to. Because giving it up was the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done, and the idea of playing again, even casually, is making me feel all… ” I waved vaguely with my hands.
“Discombobulated?”
“Yeah, that. Just all confused and stuff. Because it could be awesome and give me a chance to do something I thought I’d never get to do again, but also, like, what if I get injured again and make everything worse?
What if all I can focus on is how shit it is that football isn’t my life anymore?
That everything should have been so different, and it’s not, and…
” I cut myself off before I could ramble any further.
“Sorry, it sounds so stupid to get so worked up over this. It’s not like it’s a big thing. ”
“It is, though,” Noah said gently. “At least it is for you. Football was your whole life, and a professional career was something you’d worked so hard for, but the decision to stop wasn’t one you actively wanted or chose.
It was forced upon you, so of course that’s going to have ramifications for how you feel.
And you’ve spent the last ten plus years not playing at all, and now this offers you the chance to play again, but it’s also opening up all your old emotional wounds. ”
“That’s what it feels like. I tried to forget about it all, but now it’s just all come rushing back. And I just feel so weird. Like I want to play, but also, I never want to look at a football again. Ugh, I wish I could just make a decision.”
“Did you ever talk to anyone when you left?”
“Like a therapist?” I shook my head. “Not really. I mean I had a few transition things through the club, but that was about it. I didn’t really think I needed it. Maybe I should have talked to someone, though.”
“You still can if you want,” Noah said. “There’s no time limit on this.”
“Maybe.” I wasn’t convinced, mostly because I thought it might make me feel worse. “But I do need to decide about the league soon. I promised Chris I’d let him know by next Friday.”
Noah thought for a second. “Why don’t you give him a tentative yes and say you need to get your ankle checked by a doctor—because that’s probably something you ought to do anyway—and then that’ll give you a bit more time?
You can warn him you might have to drop out or only be able to play a little. ”
I nodded. “Yeah, that would work. I’ll ring the doctor in the morning too and see if they can squeeze me in at some point to get it checked.
” I looked down at him and smiled. My heart kind of felt like it was purring, which was nice but weird.
I’d never felt this way about anyone before, but there was something about Noah that just felt right.
“Thanks,” I said, “for letting me vent to you.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” he said, kissing me softly. “I’ll always be here to listen to you and help however I can. You’d do the same for me. Besides, you saved me from utter baking embarrassment, and I owe you a lot for that.”
“I don’t wanna keep score,” I said, returning his kiss. “No points, only… kisses.”
He chuckled and brushed his lips against mine. “I’m on board with that.”