Page 59 of Something Like Hail

Noah eagerly took a seat. Harold’s demeanorwas self-assured now. He held his body in a way that made the mostof his build, rolling back his shoulders to make his chest appearlarger, and when he reached up with one arm to scratch behind hishead, flexing casually while his other hand yanked the jeans loweron his waist…

“How often have youpracticed that pose?” Noah asked.

Harold let his arms flop to his sides andlaughed. “Way too often. Stop calling me out. I’m trying to put ona show here!”

“No sense in trying so hardwhen you’re already perfect,” Noah said affectionately.

Harold grinned at the compliment, lifting afoot to take off a shoe. “So you’re the type that likes to keep itsimple.”

“I’m hopelessly vanilla,”Noah confirmed. “I just want to see you naked. Isn’t thatenough?”

“I sure hope you think so!”Harold continued grinning as he got his shoes off, then his socks.He wiggled his toes, winked, and started working on his jeans. Bothof them were laughing now. Harold wore designer boxer briefs thatcupped his bulge, enhancing it, when in truth they were already toofull. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, teasingly moving itside to side and a little lower, flashing skin and carefullytrimmed pubes. Then, just as he pulled them down, he turned around.His butt was breathtakingly beautiful—a nice firm bubble that Noahwanted to squeeze, lick, and slide inside of. He nearly drooled asit was shaken back and forth, and almost cried out in protest whenHarold starting turning again, because he wasn’t done looking. Ofcourse doing so would deny him the privilege of seeing another parthe was desperately curious about.

Harold faced him, a shit-eating grin on hisface, hands on his hips. His cock was fine. While it was just asflawless in shape and tone as the rest of him—straight and hardenough to stand upright—his length and girth were average at best.Actually, the longer he stared, Noah decided it was on the lowerend of the spectrum. Borderline average.

“Okay,” he said. “So you’renot perfect after all.”

Harold’s grin faded. Then he sulked. “Whatare you, a size queen?”

“Maybe,” Noahteased.

“We can’t all be monsters!”Harold’s arms dropped to his sides. “I’d like to know what they fedyou back on the farm.”

“Lots of meat,” Noah said,standing and stroking himself through his jeans. “Lots and lots ofbig hard meat.”

Harold bit his bottom lip. “Can I see itagain?”

“Now who’s the sizequeen?”

“Call me whatever youwant,” Harold said. “Just get that bad boy out.”

Noah walked closer so that Harold could dothe work for him, gasping with relief when his cock was free. Intruth, size didn’t matter that much to him. At all really. Hewasn’t sure he could handle anything as large as himself anyway.What mattered most was Harold’s kind spirit. When it came to thephysical, his handsomeness was enough to make most guys envious,but even that couldn’t compensate for a cruel personality. He likedto think that the magnetism between them didn’t rely on anything sosuperficial as appearance, although the carnal was quickly takingprecedence. Harold was stroking him now, but what Noah reallycouldn’t wait for was to drop to his knees and start sucking, sothat’s what he did.

Harold responded with whisperedencouragement, occasionally pulling his dick free to slap Noah inthe face with it, as if to chastise him for making a size joke, orto prove his masculinity. As he worked, Noah let his hands wanderto that magnificent backside, squeezing its firmness and sliding afinger between the cheeks. This reminded him of a client who hadrecently done the same to him. That had felt good, and Noah hadn’teven liked the guy.

Noah stood, accepting a few kisses beforespeaking. “There’s something I want. Not a fetish, but a specialrequest.”

“Shoot,” Harold said. Thenhe snorted. “But not yet, because I’m still way intothis.”

“Me too,” Noah said,matching his gleeful expression. “Do you think you could… I don’twant my first time to be with some random guy who’s paying memoney.”

Harold searched his eyes. “You want me totop?”

“I think so.” Noah washorny enough that anything sounded good, but when he searchedhimself emotionally, that’s when he felt certain. He wanted tooffer something to Harold that nobody could ever have again. Noahwanted him to become a permanent part of his history. His presenttoo, but this way Harold would always be the guy who took hisvirginity. “Yeah, I’m totally sure.”

“Okay,” Harold said. “Itcan be a little complicated at first. There’s someprepping.”

“Lube and condoms. I’ve gotthem if you don’t.”

“More than that,” Haroldsaid. “Follow me.”

They didn’t stop in the living room, orproceed to the bedroom. Instead they ended up in the bathroom. Fora shower? As it turned out, Harold really did want to make sure hewas clean, but in a different way. “When’s the last time you uh…One thing to learn, is that bottoming isn’t always convenient.Timing. Get what I mean?”

In other words, if Noah hadn’t sat insteadof stood recently, there might be nasty surprise. Luckily he waspretty regular. Same time twice a day, and both had alreadyhappened. He should be good until morning. “No need to worry aboutthat,” he said.

“Yeah, but some movementsare more solid than others, or there’s a little bit of a mess leftbehind. I don’t want to get graphic, but trust me when I say it’s agood idea to use one of these.”

He pulled a small instrument from a drawer.One end was a thin plastic tube, the other a rubber bulb, like anold bike horn used. The sort that clowns were always honking. “Whatdo you expect me to do with that?”