Page 125 of A Quick Buck

It was hard to move when his brain was the consistency of sponge cake, but Noah managed to wiggle his way back to the floor. His ass and his hole were a little sore from the workout, and he looked up from between Alistair’s thighs to await his next command.

Alistair scooted to the edge of the couch, grabbing a hold of Noah’s hair and jerking himself off rapidly. “Open your mouth, my dear boy. Stick out your tongue.”

God, yes.

Noah watched the head of Alistair’s dick, wet and shiny with lube and precum, and he stuck out his tongue expectantly. He tasted Alistair’s load before he realized he was coming, and soon his mouth was flooded with cum. He sucked around the head of Alistair’s dick, loving how he could feel it pulsing against his tongue.

As he swallowed, Mickey and Roger clapped.

“Bravo! Nine out of ten!” Roger cheered. “Would totally watch you guys bang again.”

The magic of what they had shared was fading fast, and Noah swallowed down everything Alistair gave him before quickly pulling away. He wanted to get his clothes on and deal with the shame now burrowing in his gut. He wiped his cum off his stomach and licked it right off his hand, eager to clean up and be done with this.

He’d only managed to fix his shirt when Alistair grabbed his arm. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Just, you know.” Noah didn’t know what to say. He glanced sideways at Mickey and Roger, who were now headed over to raid the bar. “It got kinda weird for me.”

Alistair let go, gesturing for Noah to finish getting dressed. He’d already straightened himself up and showed no sign of their earlier debauchery. His brow was now stitched with a concerned wrinkle, though he at least waited for Noah to have his pants on before speaking again. “The watching or the performing?”

“I don’t know. Both?” Noah scrambled to get his belt buckled, and he flopped beside Alistair. He was grateful for Alistair’s strong arm around his shoulders, quickly snuggling against his side for comfort.

“There is nothing wrong with what we did,” Alistair soothed.

“Yeah, you say that, but I don’t like how… I don’t like how I feel right now.”

“Talk to me. Why?”

“I don’t know!” Noah didn’t mean to snap, but he was getting frustrated with not being able to explain the knot in his stomach.

Alistair paused, seeming to be thinking over what he was going to say next.

Roger and Mickey were making out over a bottle of vodka, and Noah didn’t dare look their way.

Everything was awkward now, and he didn’t know how to repair the damage.

“It can be very uncomfortable to expose yourself like that,” Alistair said at last. “Not just your body, but to confront something unconventional that gives you pleasure. The important thing is to make sure you understand that your shame is misplaced. You’re allowed to enjoy these activities. But.” He clicked his tongue. “Should you not want to experience them again, we do not have to.”

“That’s it?” Noah narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“That’s it.”

“You wouldn’t make me do that shit again?”

“Not to this extreme, no.” Alistair smirked. “It is a bit unusual to find another couple that’s as passionate as Mickey and Roger, so this is not exactly a situation we’re going to run into often. I will still punish you as needed, but I’m not going to push something you do not like for the sake of pleasure.”

“I liked it,” Noah confessed. “I did. I like all that stuff. Like when you did all that other stuff to me while people are watching.”

“So did I.”

“This was just… whew. It was a lot, I guess. I feel, like, kinda dirty.”

“A normal reaction, and one I intend to alleviate.” Alistair gently lifted Noah’s chin so their eyes could meet. “You are beautiful and sharing how sublime you are performing carnal acts pleases me. I enjoy letting others see it, just as surely as I enjoy their envy.”

“Envy?”

“Who could look upon you and not feel it, hmm? They either want to be you, be with you, or perhaps even both.”

Noah smiled. “I really look that good, huh?”