Page 17 of Something Like Hail
George brought his face near, and their lipsmashed together. Noah felt uncomfortable. He tried thinking of themoney. That didn’t do anything for him. He thought instead of hisdreams. No dice. His dick remained dormant, a tiny slumberingserpent. How long before George noticed and was disappointed oroffended? Already he was unbuttoning the checkered shirt Harold hadpicked out for him.
Harold.
Now there was something worth thinkingabout! George slid a hand inside the shirt to rub a nipple. Noahused this as an excuse to close his eyes. “That feels good,” hesaid.
“Yeah? You likethat?”
His eyes almost shot open again, because itwas Harold’s voice he heard. Noah kept them shut. He’d always had agood imagination. Not having access to television, video games, orthe internet for most of his childhood, he had been forced to honethis skill. When he had played on the farm, the barn was his pirateship and the fish pools his sea. Or he’d read books, letting thewords become images in his mind. He could do this!
Noah opened his eyes, keeping themunfocused. The blurry form shifting in front of him and working ongetting his jeans open, that was Harold! “Oh man…” he murmured,cock swelling in response. Then he stepped forward, no longerpassive. He kissed George, touching his body, mind working overtimeto convince him it was hard muscle he felt instead. He shovedGeorge’s hands away and tore at his clothes. He wanted Harold,needed the comfort of being close to someone physically again. Soontheir bare chests were pressed together, Noah grinding his crotchagainst another. His cock needed more room. He undid the top buttonof his jeans, grabbed George’s hand, and stuffed it down there.
“Wow! Oh wow,” Harold wassaying. Or was it George?
No matter. The pleasure was intense. Noahwanted to return the favor. Their pants came down and their cocksrubbed together. Then Noah fell to his knees, eager to taste,longing to please. He listened to the gasps, picturing Harold’slazy smile transformed by ecstasy, lips tense against bleachedwhite teeth.
“I need more. I needyou!”
Welcome words. Noah rose, walking forwardand forcing Harold back back back until he bumped against the bedand tumbled into it. “I know what you need,” Noah said, crawling inafter him.
“You do?”
Noah nodded, bringing his dick to thoselips, forcing them to part. They were tight and moist, causing himto moan as he inched himself in slowly, then out again. He did thisrepeatedly, teasingly, before he finally picked up the pace. Thenhe had to rein back, because it had been a long time since he’dfound relief, making it all too easy reach the threshold. Besides,he wasn’t here to fulfill his own needs. Not in this way. Noah’seyes focused and he saw George instead of Harold suckingdesperately on his cock. That made it easier to calm down. So howwas he supposed to make this man’s dreams come true? He couldn’tjust piss all over the bed. Could he?
The sheets around his bare knees felt alittle weird. Noah reached down as casually as possible to touchthem. One side had a rubbery coating. Waterproof? George hadbrought him in here for a reason. The floor was covered inlinoleum, the room devoid of anything personal that could beruined. That suggested it served one purpose.
Noah pulled out and got to his feet,standing on the mattress with one foot to either side of George. Heremembered when someone had done the same to him, how huge andpowerful he had appeared, especially with his cock swinging around.Lying in bed had provided one hell of a vantage point! Georgeseemed to think so too, his face rapt with wonder.
“Piss on me,” hepleaded.
“I’m not sure you deservethat,” Noah said, buying for time.
“I do!” George responded.“I’ve worked hard. Really really hard!”
Noah’s bladder hurt from holding back. He’dhad to go bad enough when entering this room and that had beentwenty—maybe thirty minutes ago. He pointed his cock at George, whoopened his mouth eagerly. Okay. “Here it comes!” Noah said. Nothinghappened. This wasn’t a promise he could keep. Peeing on peoplewasn’t acceptable! You didn’t kill your neighbor, steal theirstuff, or covet their wife. There might not be a commandment aboutnot pissing on your fellow man, but maybe there should havebeen.
“Please give it to me!”George pleaded. “Soak me to the bone!”
Working on it. He could do this. Somehow.Noah closed his eyes, imagining it was Harold begging to get wetinstead. No good. That made him want to pee even less. Then hetried a different tactic. Noah pictured a urinal. Not just a normalceramic one but a giant steel trough like they had at stadiums. Heimagined he had drunk too many beers while watching a game and hadto piss so bad that it hurt. After stumbling to the restroom and upto the metal trough, he found relief at last.
He heard a splattering sound and opened hiseyes. George was writhing in pleasure, lost in absolute bliss as agolden stream hit him right in the chest. “Yes!” he was declaringover and over again. “Oh yes!”
Noah adjusted his aim, moving backward tobring the stream lower to where George was still pumping himself.This felt good! A little erotic, yeah, but mostly it was a reliefto finally go. He was wondering if he could get away with spellingout his name when George spoke again.
“I’m so thirsty!Please!”
No sense in being squeamish at this point.Noah aimed higher, spraying him right in the mouth and held backlaughter when the man started gargling. Then he was finally spent,and grateful for all the fruit juice he had consumed, because thesmell of citrus helped mask a more natural odor.
“Give me the rest!” Georgepleaded. “Please! I’m really close!”
Was he serious? What was Noah supposed todo, run back to the kitchen and chug more juice?
“Those balls look full!”George panted, still pumping himself.
Oh. Duh! Noah joined him, returning to hisprevious fantasy. Harold was squirming beneath him on the mattress,muscles glistening with moisture from the tight pecs down to thenarrow waist. Every inch of him was perfect, but it was his facethat drove Noah wild. He wanted to stare at it, kiss it, hold itclose to his own. He even wanted to…
Noah dropped to his knees, pointed his cockright at the handsome visage, and shot load after load, soaking itwith his seed and marking it as his own. Then he shoved his dick inthe open mouth, wanting just a little more pleasure. A minutelater, he felt warm spurts blast against his lower back andass.
“Sweet Jesus!” Haroldbreathed when Noah finally pulled out. “You make me feel twentyyears old again!”