Chapter 6 #2
Noah squeezed Carmine’s leg. “Uncomfortable? Hardly. You’re gorgeous. No, I mean I wanted to hold out until date three or even four. I’m aware of the reputation footballers have.”
Interesting. He can’t help himself.
That was a major boost for Carmine’s confidence.
“Sorry to ruin your plans.”
Noah grinned. “I’m sure I’ll get over it.”
Carmine directed Noah to the car park at the side of his block of apartments. The building was a conversion from offices that had been built in the industrial revolution when Manchester soared to wealth and prosperity.
He’d been drawn to the classic architecture rather than being in one of the modern glass boxes that were being relentlessly thrown up.
As they walked up to Carmine’s third-floor home, butterflies fluttered around in his system.
He was about to take his clothes off in front of a much younger and much fitter man.
In his day, Carmine had been a gym bunny like anyone else.
Yet exposure to his mother’s constant overfeeding, and lack of time had given him a softness that he’d bet his life savings Noah wouldn’t have.
He’d even found a grey chest hair the other day.
He pushed the thoughts out of his mind. It wasn’t a competition. What he might lack in physical form he more than made up for in technique. On that score, he had no worries.
Carmine had quite liked the flat when he’d first rented it.
Now, seeing it through Noah’s eyes, it looked pokey and dark.
Plus Carmine hadn’t unpacked most of his stuff from California so he fretted that it didn’t seem homely.
After all, he was supposed to be in the business of creating beautiful homes.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked, throwing his coat off. “Coffee? Beer? Oh shit, you don’t drink. Fizzy water?”
Noah crossed the space between them and placed his hands on Carmine’s hips.
“I’m not thirsty,” he replied. “I’m hungry.”
They kissed. Noah’s lips were soft. Carmine had been wanting to do this since he’d first met Noah.
“There,” Noah said. “That’s better.”
Carmine nodded. “There’s a whole lot more where that came from.”
“Show me.”
He led Noah through to his bedroom. Clothes were strewn everywhere after his mad mission to find the most perfect outfit for their date.
“Wow,” Noah said, laughing. “This is as bad as Tito’s place.”
Carmine frantically grabbed the items from the bed and threw them into the wardrobe.
“Sorry,” he said. “I had an outfit crisis earlier.”
“Aww. Were you trying to impress me?”
Carmine allowed himself to be drawn into another embrace.
“Of course I was,” Carmine said. “I wanted to get your boxers on my bedroom floor. No shame in that.”
“None at all,” Noah replied. “Go on then.”
“Go on then, what?”
“Get my boxers onto the floor.”
With trembling fingers, Carmine undid Noah’s belt. His knuckles brushed against bare flesh. Noah’s torso was hard as a rock. Instantly Carmine’s cock sprang to attention. Now was the moment.
Slowly he undid the belt and flipped the buttons on Noah’s trousers. Carmine bit his lip as he stared up at Noah.
Whatever happened next, Carmine would never forget this moment. His breath shallow and his heart hammering away like a pneumatic drill.
They shared a glance. Trust seemed to radiate from Noah. Carmine kissed him as he slid his hand inside Noah’s trousers. He gasped as he felt Noah’s solid cock encased in his boxer shorts. He too had a solid hard on that Carmine ran his fingers over.
Shit, it’s magnificent.
“Okay,” Carmine said. “Enough of the fucking around. Come here.”
It was as if someone had fired a starting pistol. They fell onto each other. Tearing clothes off this way and that.
In no time, Noah’s underwear did indeed end up on Carmine’s bedroom floor. They stood in front of each other. Naked and desperate to explore.
He took in Noah’s body. As expected it might as well have been sculpted from marble. Almost hairless, there didn’t seem to be a scrap of fat on him. Carmine reached forward and ran his finger down the centre of Noah’s six pack.
“Wow,” he murmured.
Noah’s cock stood proudly to attention. Fat and hard. Carmine licked his lips. He couldn’t wait any longer so he dropped to his knees for a closer inspection.
He glanced up. Noah ran his hands through Carmine’s hair. Anything was possible at that moment.
With a light touch, Carmine stroked Noah’s balls that hung low. Noah gasped.
The temptation to gorge on this man’s perfect body was strong. However, Noah seemed equally addicted to the anticipation.
He allowed his breath to cascade over Noah, eliciting a slight moan.
His own cock ached now.
Carmine took the length of Noah into his mouth. He felt Noah arch his body. Carmine grasped Noah’s ass as he sucked hard on his cock. Once again the tempo had accelerated.
Taking the lead, Noah rocked back and forth. His cock filling Carmine’s mouth then it was gone before instantly returning. Already the salty taste of precum danced on Carmine’s tongue.
The need for more might bring about an early finish. Yet it appeared that Noah had other plans. Gently he moved away from Carmine and helped him up. They kissed before falling onto the bed.
Noah rolled Carmine over and ground against him. Carmine wrapped his legs around Noah’s rock-hard thighs. His hands grasping his shoulders. Everywhere he touched was muscular and perfection.
Of course, he’d had his share of decent guys in California. He soon grew tired of them. Their egos ruled their lives. Carmine instinctively knew that wasn’t going to be the case with Noah.
Noah shifted up so he knelt between Carmine’s legs. It appeared he wanted to explore. He traced his tongue around Carmine’s chest.
In the perfect world of California, Carmine had always been proud of his body hair. It set him apart. As Noah teased Carmine’s nipple with his teeth, he ran his hands over Carmine’s body.
“Fuck,” he said. “I love this.”
Tingles overwhelmed Carmine’s system as Noah moved farther down. He planted kisses on his stomach, making him shudder.
Then he got to Carmine’s groin. Gently he took hold of his cock at the base and took him in his mouth. The warmth made Carmine moan.
God, he knows what he’s doing.
Noah sucked hard. With his free hand, he reached up and tweaked Carmine’s nipple. First one, then the other. It was sensory overload.
Before they passed the point of no return, Carmine sat up and pulled Noah toward him. They kissed. Carmine held Noah’s hips to steady him.
They shifted so Noah was on his back. Carmine lay to his side. They never stopped kissing once.
Carmine massaged Noah’s cock.
“Make me come,” Noah whispered. “I need it.”
“You need it?”
“God yeah.”
Now Carmine straddled Noah. Grinding his ass against Noah’s dick.
“How badly?” he asked.
Noah squeezed Carmine’s thighs.
“I’ll show you.”
He then took hold of Carmine’s cock and squeezed it. Carmine answered this move by bucking his hips more. Allowing his dick to slide in and out of Noah’s grip. Carmine tweaked his own nipples as he stared down at Noah.
“Faster,” Noah whispered.
Carmine obeyed. He wasn’t far off coming himself.
He scrambled backward, moving out of Noah’s reach.
“What are you doing?”
“You.”
He gripped Noah’s dick and returned the favour. After all, he was the guest. It was only fair that he should come first.
With his other hand he squeezed Noah’s balls.
Not once did they lose eye contact.
Noah spread his legs, allowing Carmine to travel farther. His fingertips tracing Noah’s hole. They hadn’t had the top or bottom conversation. Not that Carmine always fucked on a first date.
Today he solely focused on Noah’s climax.
“Oh fuck,” Noah cried out.
His body tensed. Carmine saw the muscles flexing. Then Noah came. Thick spurts of hot cum spilling over Carmine’s fingers and onto his perfect body. He writhed in pleasure underneath him.
Carmine slowed his hand. Squeezing the last drops out of Noah before he licked his hand clean.
He lay next to Noah and held him close.
“What about you?” Noah asked lazily.
“Plenty of time for that. Enjoy the moment.”
He kissed him on the forehead. They had the whole night ahead of them.