Noah reassured Rob, "Bro! I am okay and you don't have to beat up Alex!" Gave him a smile but no more details of the night and bid him goodnight.
Noah had scoped his room and knew where everything was kept. He felt for his textured duffle bag and neatly folded and packed the clothes he was wearing. He then took out a t-shirt and shorts from the smooth vegan leather bag and dressed up to get a bit of sleep. As soon as he laid his head on the pillow, tears started to flow, he felt like a slut for liking being used, just like the first time he had lost his virginity to an unknown boy in the state dormitory he was living in.
Until 17, he was bounced off from one foster home to another. He was living out the last three months till 18, before he could move out to Kay's outhouse, since now he had a steady income from singing in the bars five times a week and was enrolled for his bachelor's degree in English from the community college on full tuition scholarship, preparing for an educator program to pass the certification to become a teacher.
That warm July night, he felt someone touching him, this was not uncommon for him and he didn't fight back. After sometime, the person got into his bed and spooned him from behind, which had never happened before. Noah, against all his will, liked it, he yearned to be touched... he wanted to be loved.
The person pushed his shorts and underwear down and inserted his slick fingers in him, making him moan involuntarily. "Shut up!" he whispered in his ears and closed his mouth with his hand, with the other he grabbed Noah's hard dick. "You like it?" He whispered and Noah nodded a yes, feeling aroused and guilty at the same time. He struggled to enter Noah's small virgin hole and grunted when his head finally popped in. Noah whimpered in pain, in return his mouth was pressed harder, "Shut up!" He whispered again as he started moving and inserting his dick deeper into Noah. It took not more than a minute for him to fuck Noah with a condom and cum quickly and quietly, he jerked Noah off to climax, who bit his lower lip to stop from making any sound.
He kissed the side of Noah's face, "You are really very cute... but this is it, don't come looking for me!" He whispered and disappeared. Noah laid there on his side, his thighs wet with his cum, his asshole buzzing with pleasure and pain, his mind in a whirlwind of guilt and an overwhelming feeling of disgust towards his sweaty body. He cried himself to sleep, still aroused by the experience. The person may be unknown, hadn't asked for his permission and had used Noah but he was gentle and ensured Noah also felt good, and what he said in the end confirmed that he didn't come to Noah's bed because he is blind. Still Noah couldn't shake off the feeling of shame for enjoying it. A feeling he carried all his life.
Noah's cluttered mind refused to rest and sleep eluded him, he fast-forwarded six months to the time he was living as a paying guest in Kay's outhouse.
Kay's elder brother who was 5 years their senior was visiting after getting his civil engineering degree before moving to Dallas to start his career in a commercial construction firm.
Though Noah hadn't met him for almost six years, he remembered Greg, 5 '10, state swimmer and track & field champion. He had gotten his college scholarship on his track & field merits and went on to represent and win awards for his college and state.
Greg had a warm voice, pleasant disposition, an overall caring personality and to Noah he smelled nice... very nice, like spring... orange and lemonade. The outhouse was previously Greg's room and Noah offered to crash on the couch till the time Greg wanted to stay in his room, which he refused. He kept his stuff in the outhouse but slept on the futon laid in the living room by his mother.
Greg, from the get go was extremely nice to Noah, even when they were young, but now he was extra caring and attentive. He ensured to open the door for him or helped him if he was carrying anything. He invited Noah for his morning run when he realised Noah was an early morning person and quietly jogged around the backyard for exercise. Noah didn't have any additional pair of shoes besides his blue Goodwill sneakers, Greg bought him a new pair of running shoes.
They would talk non-stop as they jogged together, Greg would run a lap in the park and come back to a slowly jogging Noah, without even breathing unevenly, jog and talk with him for some time and sprint again.
After two weeks of them spending all their mornings together, on their way back, Greg stopped Noah by holding his wrist, "Noah!" He started and moved his hands and interlaced their fingers, "I want to ask you out!" His voice uneven with nervousness and not the exercise.
"Greg! I am... you know I am...uhh..." Noah stammered.
"If you are seeing someone then that's okay... or having second thoughts about being gay or you don't like me like that. Uhh, just tell me!" He asked moving a step closer, even with his deep sweaty layer, to Noah he smelled nice... comforting... familiar.
"No! It's not that... Why me?" Noah as always felt he didn't deserve good things.
The statement made Greg laugh out loud, "Why you? I know you can't see yourself, but I can! And you are super cute, with a banging body, that's driving me crazy." He came very close to Noah, filling his senses with the intoxicating fragrance, "Straight or gay, you are the only person I have met with whom I feel so comfortable talking to and love spending time with... and cant get enough. And I don't want to leave without giving us a try!" Greg touched his lips to Noah, he held Noah's pouty lower lip between his and nudged him to open his mouth slightly before moving to the upper lip and then proceeded to kiss Noah slowly, like they had all the time in the world.
