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I look perfect! Noah thought, checking himself over in the mirror one final time, making sure his neckline was low cut enough to show off his collarbones.
He hurriedly left his room, bounding down the stairs and almost hitting his mother who was leaving the kitchen with a large pot in her hands.
“Noah!” she admonished him, before taking another look at his outfit, “dammit boy, are ya really going out dressed like that? Some vagrant is gonna think you’re a damned fag and then you’ll regret it.”
His ears reddened at this, and he was thankful they were hidden beneath his shaggy hair.
“Ma, I’ll be fine, you know I aint one of those gays anyway,” he lied through his teeth, just wanting to leave the conversation. His mom’s only answer was a shrug and a “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya boy!” as he raced through the front door onto the street.
The conversation repeated in his head as he walked through the rapidly darkening streets, watching over his shoulder in paranoia the whole way. He turned onto the street he had arranged to meet his date for the night in, and saw a large tree in the centre of a grassy field that looked like a good place to wait.
Sitting down he felt a slight chill, despite the warm air around him. He shifted uncomfortably and scanned his surroundings, trying to pinpoint the source of his unease. The street was quite devoid of life, aside from an elderly man mowing his lawn, a young woman pegging out some washing and a group of three people who he suddenly noticed were eyeballing him. Noah’s heart sank as all three of the men locked eyes onto him and stood, making their way over to him. As they drew closer he was able to make out more details, like the tattoo’s covering every inch of exposed skin, and the very mean looks on their faces.
“Well well boys, looks like we got a queer,” the leader drawled with a sneer, “ain’t ever seen a boy this pretty round these parts before.”
“Fuck you!” Noah spat back, hoping his bravado would hide his terror.
“Well he’s got some fight in him!” laughed the guy on the left, who was sporting a large swastika tattoo on his arm, “makes it way more fun to break em in.”
Noah craned his neck around the three meatheads to try and get the attention of the two residents, but both simply looked at him in pity, before sharing a look and walking back into their respective houses.
Noah stood, attempting to hide the tremble in his legs.
“If y’all dont back the fuck off, my boyfriend lives right down the road and he’ll be back soon,” He said, hoping there was more conviction in his voice than he could hear.
“Ah so you is a queer then,” the leader replied, “we know everyone on this road boy, aint none of em likes cock.”
“Then why do you?” He replied, earning him a sudden punch to the gut. Noah keeled over in pain, coughing as the wind was driven out of his lungs. The punch felt like it was delivered by a ton of bricks, making his head spin and vomit rise from his stomach.
Through the roaring in his ears, he could vaguely hear the group’s laughter being cut short by the sound of a motorbike pulling up on the curb. Through blurry vision he managed to see a tall man dressed in black walk up the group.
“Oh god, what now?” He wondered, blinking away the tears that had formed in his vision, trying to get a better look at what was happening.
Through the haze of pain he was shocked to see the stranger throw a punch, scarlet blood spraying from the leader’s mouth as he hit the floor in front of Noah, clearly stunned for the moment. He watched in amazement as the stranger swung his arm around to block a clumsy punch from the swastika guy, before grabbing his arm and swinging him round into the final guy, knocking both to the floor.
As the thugs struggled to rise from their predicament, the stranger reeled back, delivering a forceful kick to the side of the skinhead's skull. He then glowered down at the final thug and spoke the first words Noah had heard him speak.
“Now boy, you’re gonna stay down there and wait for your buddies to wake up, yeah? You’ll forget my face, and the face of my friend here too, if y’all know what’s good for you.” His voice was rough like old leather, settling on Noah like a warm blanket and allowing him to exhale a breath he didn’t even realise he’d been holding. The stranger offered a hand to Noah, and he gladly took it.
“Liam,” the stranger introduced himself, “and If I ain't mistaken, you’re my date for tonight, what a coincidence.”
Blinking away the haze, Noah saw he was right. The worn face and brown beard perfectly matched the photo the dating app had shown him.
“Wow, I didn’t realise you made a habit of saving young men in distress, you even have a noble steed,” Noah snorted.
“Sure do!” Liam grinned goofily, pulling a helmet from his rucksack “you wanna mount up or should I carry you on like the delicate little flower you are?”
A blush rising to his face, Noah grabbed the helmet and shot Liam a death stare.
“If you’re not careful, I’ll steal your bike and you can walk.” He said in as dangerous a voice as he could muster, climbing on the bike. Liam simply laughed, climbing on behind him and gunning the engine as the bike took off with a roar.
Noah grunted as he was roughly pushed up against the wall, Liam’s body weight pressed against him and keeping him pinned in midair, wedged between the firm torso in front of him, and the rough brickwork behind him. The movement and rough treatment jolted the new bruise blossoming on his ribcage, but the pain only made his hunger strong as he crashed his lips against the older man's.
“You sure nobody is gonna come here Flower?” Liam asked, his breathing ragged.
“Yup, this place has been abandoned since before I was born,” Noah replied between kisses, gripping Liam’s back and locking his legs around the thick waist keeping him pinned.
“Good, I don’t like being interrupted.”
“Oh yeah? What are you planning on doing to me that’s so private?”
“You little minx, you know that perfect ass in those tight jeans has been teasing me all night.”
“Me, daddy?” At this, Noah felt a jump in the obvious bulge pressing against his own and decided to ramp up his innocent act. “But what did I do? I was just having a fun time with a very handsome daddy, and you’re having all these nasty thoughts about me?”
Liam didn’t answer, instead opting to pull Noah’s shirt over his head and throw it over onto the bike’s handlebars, then sink his teeth into Noah’s shoulder, making him breathe out a long, guttural moan and tangle a hand into Liam’s chestnut mane.
“Drop your legs baby, I wanna see that ass,” Liam commanded in a husky voice, letting Noah down gently.
Noah grinned evilly and slowly began to unbutton his jeans, swaying his skinny hips to imaginary music as he simulated a striptease for the older man, who watched like a hawk, taking in every movement the lithe young man made.
“I swear to god, get those goddamn trousers off or I’m gonna rip them off myself,” Liam murmured quietly.
“Daddy!” Noah mock gasped in reply “The priest told me you should never take the lord's name in vain!”
“Don’t you worry boy, you’ll be saying a lot worse before this night is over,” Liam said with a hungry grin, closing the small distance between them and yanking Noah’s jeans and boxers down in one smooth movement, grabbing his waist, and roughly spinning him to face the wall.
“Hands on the wall Flower, I’m gonna work your tight little hole nice and open, and I don't want your hands to leave that wall for any goddamn reason, understood?” Liam’s voice came from right next to his ear, making Noah shiver a little and nod, biting his lip.
This elicited a quiet groan from Liam who stood up straight, towering over his tiny partner. Noah flinched a little when he felt something cold dribble down his crack, and then he moaned lustily as slowly and teasingly, Liam’s fingers began to rub the cold lube into his hole, which he was already flexing in anticipation.
Slowly and carefully, Liam worked one, then two, then three of his thick fingers deep into Noah, listening to the sweet moans the younger man made.
“Your moaning is music to my ears boy, keep doing it,” he whispered to the young boy, unsure if he had even heard through the haze of pleasure. Suddenly Noah felt an emptiness inside of him, realising Liam had pulled his fingers out, he whined and wiggled his ass, pushing backwards to try and fill the void they'd left, when suddenly he felt something very blunt and very hard pressing against his opening.
Oh lord, It’s huge.. was his first thought.
It's never gonna fit! was his second.
I’ll make it fit! was his final thought, before the blunt head of Liam’s cock penetrated him roughly, pushing its way deep inside of him. His mind exploded with pleasure and his only thoughts became how he could get more of this cock inside of him.
Liam’s deep strokes made Noah’s eye’s roll back in his head, emptying his head of all thoughts except ones about the cock currently inside of him. Noah was in fact so distracted he didn’t notice Liam’s hand, covered in a damp cloth, close around his nose and mouth, until it was too late. All the struggling in the world couldn’t stop him from sinking into the inky black void of unconsciousness