A fictional story Hi friends, and other visitors of my profile. I recently left a comment to a video from flabbergastedfish1 and he there in his reply asked me a question. Instead of writing there a single boring sentence as a response, I decided to provide a more elaborate reply here, in a form of a story (if anyone can send him a message, I would appreciate it). I will start with saying that the story below is totally fictional; I have never met the author of the video and nothing described here ever happened (not that I don't wish it to happen, though, some time in the future :-)). So please treat it as such - pure fiction, a product of imagination, only inspired by the video I linked above. Since I have to have some name for the "other guy", I will call him Noah. I would like to encourage all visitors who read this story, to leave a comment bellow. Do you like it/dislike it? If you like the story, please like this post. Would you change anything? The story is written from my perspective - a gay human being, bottom through-and-through, burning from desire to do things like the one I described there. Also, if you have some inspirational videos you think it would be good for another shorted or longer story, feel free to link it in comment. I can't promise I'll do it, but I will certainly consider it, taking into account the amount of my free time. Also, this story is my work, so you can read it (and enjoy yourself while doing so), but you can not modify it, sell it, claim to be the author of it and so on. Finally, English is not my native language, so I apologize for any grammatical errors, or sentence constructs that are not in the spirit of English language. Noah's story It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, 27 degrees Celsius with a bright Sun shining on a perfectly clear blue sky. I couldn't believe that today is the day, but I was so happy for it. Today it will just be a great day. I was still thinking about it, as I entered the apartment, pulled off my shoes and socks in hallway near the door, and continued barefoot walking along the hallway, toward the bedroom. The door were wide open, and the moment I entered, I froze. My lungs simply refused to work, refused to take another breath, mesmerized by the vision in front of me. He was there. Noah. He was laying on the bed, his beautiful lean body on full display. His medium sized hair was disheveled, giving him such a unique and natural appearance. His brown eyes were shining, his gaze fixed on me. His mouth were slightly open, showing just a hint of his white teeth and wet tongue. Around his neck was a necklace that looked as though it was just made for him. It was composed of a brown looking string with plate-like pendant having intricate metallic patterns raising from its surface. The string was just long enough, reaching to the middle of his chest and finding a place for a pendant between and slightly below his pecs. His pink nipples on the left side and the right side of the pendant framed the whole picture. His left arm was lifted in the air, providing a view to the otherwise hidden armpit, and a trace of dark hair there. "Simply edible," was the only thought my frozen brain was able to supply. My gaze finally went a little bit lower, tracing the path over the miles of the bare skin of his lean belly, his teasing abs, his belly button and lower still, over a hint of pubic hair and finally reaching to his hard cock, his balls and his long legs. Noah's right hand was wrapped around his cock, and he was slowly stroking it. "Ahhhh, fuck..." Noah moaned, and my heart started to beat just a little bit faster. "Oh God..." was next moan leaving his throat, as he closed his eyes and continued to play with himself. I stood there, frozen, and just watched him stroking his cock, moaning, dirty talking... I had a feeling the time had stopped, and there was nothing else in existence, but Noah, his cock, and all the beautiful sounds he made. Then he opened his shining eyes again, his gaze colliding with mine, and penetrating into the depths of my soul. "You said in the comment to my video that the video was pushing you into the mode where you start to think about all the different ways to make the expression of pleasure permanent on my face, to make my body shiver and my cock pulse cum after cum... And I asked you what are those. Care to show me some?" Noah asked then, and I could feel my face flushing with red, from the desire, from the yearning to show him, and from the knowledge that I really meant every single word I wrote there. My brain finally found the way to reset itself, and I smiled to him, my lungs drawing a breath of fresh air. I moved across the room toward Noah, and climbed on the bed, and over Noah. His thighs were between my legs, and I leaned down, onto my elbows, feeling his cock over the fabric of my jeans and his tip just reaching a little bit above the hem of my t-shirt. My lips were just several centimeters above his own, our gazes crossed, our breathing becoming faster. I couldn't help myself; my left hand reached up, brushing his face and continuing higher, reaching his hair, my fingers tangling into it. Noah shivered from pleasure, closing his eyes, and it melted my heart. My mouth continued its downward path toward his lips. And then our lips meet. It started just as a tender touch, but then it become so much more. My tongue started tracing the seam between his lips, and pushing inside. Noah groaned, parting his lips and opening his mouth. When our tongues touched for the first time, it was just as if we were electrocuted from pleasure. But then our tongues swirled around each other, probing, licking, sucking. Noah wrapped his hands around my neck, pulling me closer, prolonging our kiss, our exploration and making us both moaning so hard. When the need to breathe finally become more insistent then desire to kiss, I broke the kiss, drawing a full lungs of air, and looked at him. There was definitely an expression of pure pleasure on his face, as well as slight rose flush on his cheeks. He was gorgeous. I kissed him again, and then continue sprinkling his left cheek with kisses, going toward his neck. My lips sucked there at his sensitive skin, creating a slight mark on his neck, and making him panting hard. I continued to cherish his body, leaving a string of kisses over his collar bone, his shoulder, over his chest, finally stopping at his left nipple. God, it was a beautiful nipple. I started to tentatively lick it, sliding my tongue over it, then around it, then over it. I put my lips over it, my tongue licking it, and my mouth sucking it, feeling it becoming harder and harder. And when I finally brushed it with my teeth, slightly biting it, Noah moaned "Please... Please...", his back arching from the bed and his whole body shivering. As I went to do the same to his right nipple, and since I was still on my knees and elbows above him, I started rocking my body forward-backward. In no time there was a steady stream of "Fuck... yes... more..." from his throat, since his cock repeatedly brushed the fabric of my jeans and of my t-shirt. As I moved slightly backward, the tip of his cock found the opening between the hem of my t-shirt and the skin of my belly, and as I continue to rock my body, his cock slid inside, his head now brushing directly over my skin, finally providing that skin-on-skin contact. The first time his cock brushed my skin, his whole body shuddered. And as looked into his eyes, the expression of pure pleasure was still there, with a stream of moans, and a trace of precome wetting the tip his cock and leaving the trail on my skin. When his both nipples were hard as rock, my mouth started again moving downward, my tongue licking and my lips leaving a stream of kisses over his belly, finally arriving at his groin. I shifted my knees so that now I was between his legs, making Noah spread them, and showing me his hard cock, his balls and his hole. I leaned down toward his groin, and heard his frustrated sigh when my lips moved beside his shaft, not leaving there even a touch. Instead, my focus was on his balls. I started by licking them with the tip of my tongue; just the barest hint of touch. And I could see that it wasn't enough - he wanted so much more. I continued to lick his balls, but this time with the whole surface of my tongue, enjoying the taste of Noah, enjoying the texture of his skin there. Finally, I started to suck at one of his balls, slowly at first, but then more and more insistent, until it slipped into my mouth. Continuing the sucking, carefully and tenderly, but never stopping, soon his both balls were fully in my mouth, my tongue massaging them and licking them, my mouth tenderly squeezing and then releasing the pressure. The precome was now more insistently dripping from Noah cock, and his eyes wide in wonder and pleasure, as he looked at me, and he felt every touch and movement of my tongue, the stream of "God yes..." leaving his mouth. Eventually I moved my head up a bit, his balls popping out of my mouth. I took both of his legs and pushed them up, pressing his knees on his chest, and waiting for him to wrap his hands around them to hold them there. I leaned forward again, lowering my head to his hole. With both of my hands I grabbed his cheeks and pushed them apart, revealing a hidden treasure there. I started moving the tip of my tongue across his entrance, making his squirm. Then I blew a several breaths of warm air over it, returning to full tongue licking. Feeling his body reactions as I did that was such motivation to do even more. So I kissed his hole, sealing my lips over it, and I started alternating between sucking it and licking it, making it all wet and tender and beautiful. And the way Noah was moaning each time I sucked it was a song to my ears. Finally, I grabbed his cheeks closer to his hole, spreading him again, putting my mouth back there, as my tongue started to push inside. When my tongue finally penetrated the rim of his hole and entered him and slid inside, and when I started to repeat that over and over again, Noah went wild. His whole body was moving, a stream of "More... fuck more... more..." was constantly intertwined with him moaning, his hips were pushing up trying to push that tongue deeper into him. And I was so happy, to be the one giving him all of those sensations. When I eventually rose up, a frustrated "noooo...." left his mouth, but that was only a temporary. Because when he saw me taking a bottle of lube, and smearing one finger from my right hand with it, I could see apprehension in his eyes. But that was fast replaced with a renewed stream of moans, when I took the base of his cock in my right hand, and started to lick the tip of his cock, just teasing him. I licked the sides of his cock, and then return to his tip, licking its underside. Then I put my mouth around his head, encompassing it into the wet heat of my mouth; my tongue swirling around it and making Noah to start cursing. Which was a perfect moment to touch his hole with my other hand, and to brush his entrance with my finger. God, his reaction was instantaneous, his moaning becoming more insistent. And as I held the the head of his cock in my mouth, my tongue caressing it all over, the lubed finger from my right hand found again his entrance, and it started to slowly increase pressure. Being previously opened by tongue, it took so little pressure, and the tip of my finger was entering him, and then the whole finger was inside. My right hand started to finger fuck him, while my mouth finally started to take more of his cock, licking it and sucking it. Noah's whole body started to tremble, his breading was fast and laud, his eyes were closed, his head tilted back into the mattress, his muscles were tense and a stream of "Yes, fuck, yes, I'm close, suck me, make me come..." was leaving his throat. When I could finally feel him approaching the point of no return, I stopped. As I pulled my finger from his hole and popped his cock out of my mouth, he wailed "Noooo, why.... suck me, make me come!". Instead, I climbed over his body, went into the same position on my knees and elbows I was in when I first climbed the bed, and I kissed him. I kissed him hard, battling his tongue again, making him feel the flavors of himself from my mouth, giving him the chance to cool down a little bit. He surprised me by wrapping his arms around my hips, and then going up, sliding them under the fabric of my jeans and underwear, grabbing my cheeks and sliding his hands over them, squeezing them as we kissed. His hands continue roaming over my ass, going closer and closer to my hole, and I could feel the moment he froze, at first unable to understand what he found there. I smiled breaking the kiss and looking into his confused eyes. "Is that...", he started to ask, and all I could do it to nod with mischievous smile back on face. "Yes," I said. Let me finally undress. I climbed down from the bed, removed my t-shirt over my head, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and in a single swift movement stripped both the jeans and the underwear. I climbed back onto the bed, where Noah was eagerly waiting, desire shining from his eyes, and his hands reaching toward me. I took a condom from a packet and rolled it over his shaft. Then I took a bottle of lube again, and lubed the condom that was stretched on his hard cock. I stepped over him and went into squat position. "Can I?" Noah asked tentatively. "Yes, of course," I said, and Noah again reached with his hand between my ass cheeks toward the entrance of my hole. When his fingers latched there onto the plastic, I groaned, as he started pulling it out. "Fuck, a butt-plug..." Noah said in wonder, and I smiled. "I wanted to be ready for you." I said. As Noah threw the butt-plug away, I braced myself on his chest with one hand, grabbed and fixed his cock with another, positioned my hole over the tip of his cock, and finally, oh, finally, I could apply some pressure, feeling and enjoying the moment when his head breached my prepared hole. I continued to slowly go down, feeling his cock entering me, feeling it stretching my channel, feeling it sliding deeper and deeper until he was all the way in. I held that position for a several moments, giving my hole time to adjust, and then I started to ride him. At first, slowly and carefully, going up a little, then going down a little. And them moving more and more. "I so wanted to feel your cock in me..." I moaned. "God, your channel is so tight. Fuck, that friction, that pressure..." he moaned right back. After some time, my hole was practically eating his cock, on my upswing almost leaving his cock, only to be fully impaled on downswing. I could feel him coming close to edge again, by the sound of his voice, by the curses that were now leaving his mouth, by the way the fingers of his hands were curling and kneading the sheets he was laying on, by the tensing of his whole body. And fuck, each time his cock left my hole, I couldn't wait for it to be filled again. I so wanted this to last. So I simply stopped. I collapsed from squatting position to my knees, without his cock ever leaving my hole. I sat firmly on his hips, his cock deeply engulfed into my hole, with him unable to move, to push his cock in and out, to experience that friction and pressure he was so desperate for, in order to push himself over the edge. His wide eyes and expression and astonishment when he realized I have stopped again were just beautiful. He started whining demanding more sensation, but I simply leaned down, whispered "Soon," and drowned any response in a kiss. I could feel his body relaxing as he melted into the kiss. I tilted my body back, his cock still in me, my hands reaching back and grabbing Noah's thighs for support. And then I started to ride him again, lifting and lowering my ass. After some time, his hands grabbed my ass cheeks, pushing me up and bringing me down, helping, demanding, dictating the rhythm from initially slower, to faster and faster and faster. The he lifted his hands and his fingers started tracing a path over my belly, over my chest, over my nipples... He reached then around my neck, pulling me forward, lower toward his lips. As I fell forward, our lips joined in a kiss, and his hips finally started to move up and down, allowing him to dictate the rhythm, pumping his cock in and out of my hole, making my brain freeze with pleasure, making my muscles forget how to move, so all I could do was feeling his cock moving in and out of my hole, sliding and pressing over my prostate. We broke the kiss. My throat became raw as it joined him in laud moaning; it became raw from making the sounds of pleasure each time his cock thrust deep into my hole, and from the wailing sounds it made each time his cock leaved my hole. His hands fell again on my chest, his palms cupping my pecs, his fingers kneading them. Then the tip of his fingers started massaging and pinching my nipples, sending wild heat of pleasure coursing all through my body, just as I was doing the same to him by riding his cock. His hips continued to pump up and down. My muscles then finally unlocked, regaining again the control of the movement, and I just sank on cock again, pinning his hips down, making him unable to move jet again, and he and I both just enjoyed all of the sensations coursing through our bodies... After several moments that felt to both of us like an eternity, my hands pressed his chest for support, my fingers feeling the wild rhythm of his hart, and my hips started to move again - up, down, forward, backward, doing anything and everything just to make his cock moving in my hole, making his eyes going wide from all of the pleasure and pushing his throat to make keening sounds of ecstasy. Until it finally became to much. To much heat, to much movement, to much pressure, to much thrusting, to much everything... All Noah was able to hear was the pulsing of desire in his ears, all he could see was the blurred image of male body riding him, his eyes loosing focus, and it was then that he was pushed over the edge, screaming but not hearing himself, as he thrust and thrust and thrust in me, his cock spurting wave after wave after wave of cum, his cock pulsing, his balls emptying themselves, his whole body burning with the sensation. In all that chaos, at one moment Noah felt my channel squeezing around him, my muscles tensing, milking his cock for more, prolonging his orgasm, as I started to cum, spraying the come all over his belly and all over his chest. Eventually, when the world returned to our senses, I could finally look at his face again, to check. And yes, that beautiful expression of pleasure was still etched into his face, his face and his chest was flushed with pink, his eyes were bright and shining from pleasure that still coursed through his body while his cock still embedded deep in my hole started to soften. I smeared my fingers with the cum from his chest, lifted my fingers to my mouth and pressed it inside, cleaning it, while Noah watched. I could see a spark of interest in Noah's eyes to, so I again smeared my fingers in the cum from his chest, and lifted my hand toward him. Noah opened his mouth, and I slid my fingers inside, watching as his lips closed around my fingers, feeling his tongue cleaning them and his mouth sucking. Yes, it really was a great day.