The Troll Whisperer (6 page)

Oscar paused. “Okay?” he asked.

Noah nodded his head vigorously. “More than
okay,” he said, laughing a little. Noah fumbled with the buttons of
his own shirt, but Oscar batted his hands away. The short sleeved
button-down shirt Noah wore was incredibly dorky, but Oscar was
really into it now— it had a lot of possibilities. He unbuttoned
the top button, then paused before going after the second, and then
the third. He snaked a hand inside Noah’s shirt and flicked a
nipple. Noah bit his lip and moved into the touch.
Sensitive
nipples— good to know.
He unbuttoned the fourth, sliding his
hands in to caress Noah’s sides, his thumbs brushing against Noah’s
nipples again. By the time he finished all the buttons, Noah was a
panting, writhing mess. Oscar congratulated himself at a job well
done. He finished the task he’d started earlier, pulling the jeans
from Noah’s legs and tossing them aside.

When his pants were off, Noah sat up to shrug
off his shirt. He pushed Oscar with surprising force, kissing him
fiercely as he switched their positions. Oscar was now on his back
with Noah straddling his hips. Oscar thrust upward, grinding their
cocks together; Noah moaned into his mouth and thrust back. They
kept at it until Noah pulled back abruptly, supporting himself on
his hands to keep their bodies apart.

“Need to catch my breath,” he said.

“Sure, no problem.” Oscar was panting
himself. He ran a hand over Noah’s shoulder, then down his back.
Noah’s eyes were screwed shut. Oscar didn’t like that. “Open your
eyes,” he murmured.

Noah shook his head. “If I look at you, I’m
going to come,” he said.

Now ITthat ALICSwas a compliment. He took his
hands off of Noah’s skin and laced his fingers behind his own head.
He could wait. They had all night.

When Noah had calmed himself sufficiently, he
gave Oscar a brief kiss on the lips, then moved downward until he
was level with Oscar’s cock. He took it in his mouth and shoved his
head downward— then pulled off with a sputter.

Oscar raised himself up on his elbows. He
tugged at Noah’s shoulders. “Come here.” Noah moved back up until
they were face-to-face. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say
that you’ve never done this before.”

Noah didn’t turn pink this time; his face was
a full red. “Yeah.”

Oscar gave him another kiss. “Hey, it’s cool.
Don’t worry about it. How about I go first and show you how it’s
done?”

Noah nodded his assent. They shared one more
kiss before Noah lay back. Oscar moved over him, taking a moment to
drink in the sight of him. There was very little hair on his chest—
just a dusting of faint curls around his nipples, then a bit at his
belly that trailed down to his crotch. He had a nice body— not as
toned as he generally liked his partners, but there was something
appealing about the softness his hands encountered as he moved them
over Noah’s chest and stomach. He took Noah’s rigid cock in his
hand and stroked it— lightly, since he knew that Noah was already
on the edge. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he said, just to see if he
could get that face to flush even more; it worked. “I can’t wait to
get your dick in my mouth.”

Noah gasped. He shut his eyes and dug his
nails into his own thigh. Oscar smirked as he lowered himself to
Noah’s cock. He started with Noah’s balls, lapping at them until
they were wet and then moved up to grasp the base of Noah’s cock.
“Open your eyes.” It was a command, and Noah obeyed. “You don’t
have to get the whole thing in your mouth right off the bat. You
can take your time. Start with a lick.” He demonstrated, running
his tongue over the head, tasting the salty precome that was
leaking there. He licked down to his balls and back up again.

When he glanced up at Noah, his eyes had
fluttered shut again. Oscar decided to let it pass. “Then you can
take in the head.” He did so, giving it a little suck. He pulled
off again and began to move his hand. “You can work the shaft with
your hand and just keep the top in your mouth— it’ll make me come
either way.” Oscar demonstrated for a few minutes while Noah moaned
and writhed beneath him. Oscar popped off again. “Of course, once
you get some practice, you can do this.” He dove in for a deep
throat, taking every last inch of Noah inside him.

Noah cried out and bucked his hips upward. He
spurted in Oscar’s mouth, shooting pulse after pulse over his
tongue. Oscar sucked it all down; he didn’t usually let guys come
in his mouth, but he’d make an exception for Noah. When he was
finished, he let Noah’s wet dick slide from his lips. Oscar sat up
and looked down at Noah; he was an absolute mess. He had both hands
fisted in his own hair— Oscar guessed that he might have been
trying to stave off his orgasm by distracting himself with a little
pain, but no amount of hair-pulling was a match for Oscar’s amazing
cock sucking skills. His own dick got harder as he watched Noah
pant through the aftermath of his orgasm; Noah’s dick even let out
one last little spurt of come. Oh yeah. That was about the hottest
thing Oscar had seen in recent memory.

He couldn’t help but stroke himself a little,
as he gave Noah the chance to recover. When Noah opened his eyes at
last, his gaze went directly to Oscar’s dick. He licked his lips.
“Okay,” he said. “I think I’ve got it down. You are a fantastic
teacher.”

Oscar laughed. “So you want me to lie down,
or do you want to get on your knees?”

Noah let out a moan. Oscar loved this—
everyone he hooked up with was so used to the script that it felt
almost mechanical, but this meant something to Noah. This wasn’t
just sucking dick; this was the culmination of a journey that had
lasted years. He quickly diverted his mind away from what Noah must
have gone through with his family. He focused on Noah here and now,
coming undone at just the thought of getting Oscar’s dick in his
mouth.

“I want—” Noah broke off and shut his eyes
again. When he opened them, he met Oscar’s gaze straight on. “I
want to be on my knees, sucking your— your cock.”

“Sounds great to me,” Oscar said with a
wicked grin. He kissed Noah before he stood, making sure to lick
deeply into his mouth so Noah could taste the residue of his own
come. He got to his feet as Noah sank to his knees. He took Oscar’s
cock in his hand and guided it to his lips. Once he’d taken in the
tip, he switched his grip to the base and began sucking.

There were a few jerky movements, but
eventually he fell into a rhythm. Oscar ran a hand through Noah’s
hair, keeping his touch gentle. He did his best not to thrust, but
as time went on, he couldn’t help but rock forward a little.
“Yeah,” he said in a throaty voice. “Yeah, you are so good at this.
When I first saw your lips, I thought about how great they’d look
wrapped around my dick, and I was right.”

Noah let out a muffled moan around his cock.
Oscar noticed that he’d moved a hand between his own legs. “Is
sucking my dick making you so horny that you’re going to shoot your
load twice?”

Noah moaned again and sped up his sucking.
Right before he was about to come, Oscar pulled out of Noah’s
mouth. He hauled Noah off his knees and pushed him back to the
couch, kissing him as he thrust their cocks together and jacked
them with his hand. Noah did indeed come again— just a very thin,
little spurt, but Oscar was still surprised he managed that much.
Oscar followed soon after, coating their hands and bellies in thick
spunk.

Oscar managed not to collapse on top of Noah,
but his head did droop until his forehead rested against Noah’s as
they fought to catch their breaths. Oscar thrilled at each inhale
of the scent of recent sex— the salty mix of sweat and come.
Eventually, Noah squirmed out from under Oscar and disappeared into
the bathroom. Oscar lay back on the couch, awaiting his return.
Several minutes passed, and he still hadn’t emerged. He heard water
running; it stopped after a few minutes, but Noah went straight to
the bedroom.

ITAShitLICS, Oscar thought, unable to stop
himself from scowling. Closeted dudes were all the same— all hot
and panting for it, then fleeing the moment their dicks were soft.
He should have expected as much, but he’d gotten caught up in the
moment. Well, he’d wanted to get Noah out of his system. Mission
accomplished. He got up and retrieved a paper towel from the
kitchen to wipe himself down and then got dressed and knocked on
the bedroom door. “Well, guess I’ll head out,” he said. “See you
around.”

The door flew open. Noah’s hair was wet. He
was dressed in sweatpants, no shirt. In one hand he held a wet
washcloth; in the other a videocassette.

“You’re leaving?” He looked crestfallen. “But
we haven’t had dessert.”

Oscar was taken aback. “I thought you maybe
needed some space.”

“No, not at all! I just wanted to jump in the
shower real quick. I was coming out with this to clean you up,” he
said, indicating the washcloth. “And then I thought that maybe we
could watch a movie, but I couldn’t find it because I still haven’t
unpacked some of my boxes—” He handed the washcloth to Oscar. It
was warm. “I’m sorry, I should have given you this first. Or you
can take a shower…” His eyes widened. “Oh! Was I supposed to invite
you to shower with me? Have I been rude?”

“No, no,” Oscar reassured him. Something hard
in his heart gave way a little. Goddamnit. So much for fuck and
run. “No, it’s cool. I’ll stay. I just didn’t know what you wanted
to do. I thought you might be freaked out.”

Noah smiled a little. “Ever since I decided I
was going to accept being gay and leave the church, I have thought
about this day. That was two years ago, let me remind you. And
after I moved out here and had my own computer with an Internet
connection, the first thing I did was watch as much pornography as
possible. Like, seriously— hours and hours of it. I was more than
ready.” He gave Oscar a brief kiss on the lips. “It was
perfect.”

In all his life, Oscar didn’t think he’d ever
been described as perfect. That gave him feelings he did not feel
like having. He handed the washcloth back awkwardly. “I already
cleaned up with a paper towel.” Suddenly, he had a moment of
inspiration. He put a hand around Noah’s waist. “I wouldn’t mind
hopping in the shower with you, though.”

Noah laughed a little. “I think I’m
spent.”

Oscar kissed his neck. “Still might be
fun.”

Noah dropped his things as they stripped
again. They stood under the hot spray of the shower, kissing for
the sake of it as they soaped each other up. Oscar never did this.
It was a completely different sort of pleasure than the usual race
to orgasm. Afterward, they dried off and got dressed. They curled
up on the couch with their cupcakes to watch Noah’s favorite movie—
Bringing Up Baby
, an old black-and-white movie about David,
a paleontologist, who grabs the attention of Susan, a batshit
insane heiress with a pet jaguar.

When Noah first put the movie on, Oscar was
sure it was going to be boring. It turned out to be surprisingly
hilarious for an old-timey movie. He really respected Susan. In the
course of the movie, she stole David’s car; got him accused of
theft; tore the tails off his dinner jacket; tricked him into going
on a road trip with a leopard; demolished a truck full of chickens;
stole
another
car; stranded David in a room naked, which
forced him to put on a negligee to escape; got him to assume a
false identity; got him arrested; impersonated a gangster to break
them out of jail; and for a grand finale, destroyed the dinosaur
skeleton that was his life’s work. She had all the makings of an
excellent troll. And David still ended up proposing to her in the
end.

Halfway through the movie, Oscar ran up to
his place to get a corkscrew so they could drink the wine. By the
time the movie was over, Oscar had a nice buzz again and Noah was
flat-out tipsy. Although Noah had seen the movie dozens of times,
he laughed at all the jokes as if they were new, which made Oscar
laugh harder. Oscar couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so
much. He got chuckles from his trolling, but not the kind of deep
belly laughs that leave you breathless and giddy.

When the movie was over, they kissed again,
slowly, lazily. Oscar liked the sharp taste of the wine in Noah’s
mouth. There was a part of him that actually wanted to stay the
night.

But a louder part of him told him he needed
to get out. Too much, too soon. He wouldn’t be caught in that trap
again.

“I’ve got to run,” he said. “Early shift
tomorrow.” Which was true.

“Okay,” Noah replied. They got to their feet
and wobbled their way to the door.

Something occurred to Oscar. “I forgot to
bring your $10.”

Noah laughed. “If you paid me now, I’d feel
like the world’s cheapest hooker.” He put his chin on Oscar’s
shoulder, his mouth directly against his ear, and dropped his voice
to a whisper— the same whisper that he used in his ASMR video. “But
if you keep sucking my cock, I’ll still do your laundry.”

A pleasant shiver ran down Oscar’s spine. It
seemed like he’d sucked the blushing virgin right out of him.
“Sounds like a deal.” They kissed again, before Oscar finally
wandered out into the night.

He walked back to his apartment building in a
daze. He felt like he’d stumbled out of a dream. The blue light
coming from the pool added to the surreal feeling. What had
happened in there? Was that him? Really? He made his way into his
apartment. The door slamming shut behind him startled him awake. He
looked at the clock. It was eleven. He had to be at work by
seven.