Noel

Author's Note: I really just wrote this on a whim. Feedback is much appreciated, especially if you'd like me to continue writing more.

If Oceanside Academy had given me anything over my past four years of attendance, it was a near total desensitization to sex. Sure, I was on track to graduate with a good degree in something trivial in order to whittle away the remainder of my days until retirement (or an accident on a bus involving a drunkard and a knife), but even that, apparently, felt like nothing more than more emptiness to look forward to.

When I had arrived, almost four years ago, I had not been assigned to a dorm, as apparently was Oceanside’s tradition. Students could tour (at their own leisure), the dorms and see if they found one they were particularly drawn to.

I had heard whispers of the notorious “House Incubus” when I had first arrived. A shared house of sex-crazed men who apparently spent all their time in pursuit of carnal pleasure with one another. Its reputation clearly made it seem like the place one should visit for a party, unless one really enjoyed that sort of thing constantly. Mind you, my fellow freshmen weren’t prudes; they just seemed to possess the notion that they’d come to the school to study and learn.

I didn’t really know why I was there outside of the full scholarship. I had been scouted and brought in, despite my constant feeling that I was a remarkably unremarkable man.

So naturally, I avoided House Incubus as best I could, checking in on some of the other dorms, where musicians and artists and poets liked. I enjoyed writing – perhaps some like-minded people would be good for the creative juices.

And, of course, as the story goes: They had no available beds. But as I was leaving somberly, I bumped into a tall, dark, and handsome upperclassmen. Bills. He gave me one look over, smiled a handsome, crooked smile on his olive complexion, put an arm around me, and invited me to House Incubus for a tour.

I remember thinking, this is it. I’m living in a porn. This is how those erotic stories normally turn out. Average kid taken in by stunningly handsome upperclassmen and all his desires are met forever. The end.

Jared Bills. His name is still so sweet on my lips. I followed him there, anxious to spend more time with HIM specifically, but found myself quickly in the company of so many other amorous, beautiful-in-each-their-own-unique-way men.

Bills and I dated, until he graduated at the end of that year; he was moving home, and asked if I’d join him, and I honestly said I wasn’t sure. That’s where, I suppose, the fantasy life ends. Bills was a great lover, and confidante, and my best friend, but I somehow couldn’t picture a life with him.

But back to House Incubus: House Incubus lived up to its reputation. It looked like it had been a former warehouse of some sort, repurposed with a rather urban chic that I’d only seen in movies that took place in New York. A beautiful mixture of industrial and residential aesthetic. Bare brick walls fading seamlessly into sleek wallpaper. Kitchen stools that could either exist at an extremely posh factory, or at a bar. Furniture that seemed both functional AND comfortable. It was evident that someone had taken a lot of thought into this design. As Bills had led me through the doorway, along with a few other good-looking freshmen, we found ourselves smacked in the face with the most beautiful duality of mundanity and sex ever. At the TV, two young men were calmly playing a video game, seated on the couch. Next to them, in a single seat, a completely naked Latino Adonis was riding the dick of another equally beautiful Korean stud beneath him. (I’d meet them shortly thereafter. Viktor Estrada and Eric Park would become good friends of mine, whose company I shared frequently, either individually or together.)

All about the house there was much of the same – some men studying, cooking, eating, reading, while others engaged in raunchy displays. The place reeked of sex, but otherwise looked fairly well tended. I wanted badly for Bills to show me his room, but, of course, as freshmen, we were all shuffled off to our new rooms once we signed our contracts, and were welcomed by our new housemates in singles, doubles, or more. The only rule that I could ascertain at the time was that consent was always given.

I would, in the future, engage in those welcoming parties, learning that we selected which freshmen got visited, and that the older men were more than happy to switch if a new arrival seemed to be light on the numbers. I found myself beaming with pride; I’d had a steady slew of men. Apparently something about my aloofness, long hair, and resting-bored look made me popular the moment I walked in. I welcomed my fair share of young men to House Incubus. Every day was an exciting day of sex with new partners, ranging from vanilla and loving, to raunchy and hateful. If you did your chores, did your part to keep the place clean and running, then you stayed off the “No Fly List”. (Punishment for not doing your part was a reduced amount of time spent with the other men. They had tried to enforce a strict “no fly” policy, but apparently it never seemed to take.)

Guests would visit for parties, or if they’d taken some interest in one of the residents. Infrequently, a young woman would walk in on the arm of one of our housemates, as, well, sometimes our bi-friends needed a few things not provided to them by their kin.

And so it went, day in and day out. After Bills, I dated two lovely young men, Wilcott and Parker, simultaneously. We made a lovely trio, sharing a wide bed. We ended on amiable terms when Parker and Wilcott graduated. They, too, moved away, and asked if I’d join them. I said I wasn’t sure. The boys always spoke of the future, and I constantly wished that I shared their enthusiasm for it.

And now here I was. A graduating senior, walking down the hallway, listening to the sounds of perpetual ecstasy coming from the rooms. Dirty shouts. Unfathomable names. Groaning, moaning, whining, pleading, triumphant climaxes. It was a veritable, if muffled, symphony of all the pleasures men could inflict on one another. I rounded a corner and voila, two freshmen, clearly enamoured with one another (both of whom I’d visited during the welcome earlier in the week), were passionately making out against the wall. For a moment, one caught my eye, and blushed sheepishly. I mustered a charming wink and nod and carried on.

“Join us?”

I paused and looked back. They were both gorgeous men in their own rights, and I admit I felt my cock harden as I took the moment to examine their half-naked bodies in the sunlight, but I felt that hunger was prevailing over lust.

“Maybe another time.”

“Looking forward to it.” They smiled brightly at me, then immediately resumed the unbridled exploration of the others’ body.

I made my way down the stairs, seeing a few of my fellow seniors studying at the breakfast table (a quick glance revealed that one of them was receiving a very spirited blowjob underneath the table), and I moved to sit down at the counter.

My best friend, Jakes, lay on his back, bouncing with the thrusts from Evans on top of him. They smiled and waved to me, inviting them to join as I sat down. I leaned over and kissed Jakes on the lips affectionately before withdrawing.

“Maybe later.”

“You’ve been joining in less and less recently.” Jakes shivered slightly, managing to speak through his soft moans of pleasure. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” I smiled, “Just haven’t been in the mood lately.”

I sat down with a bowl of cereal, next to Jakes while he took Evans deep inside him on the kitchen counter. He and Evans would smile at me seductively, positively purring at me to join. I admit, I admired the way their bodies looked together; Jakes’ thick muscles, his taut, dark skin showing off his every curve, his thick member bouncing about as he reverberated from Evans’ relentless pounding. His long dreads and colourful beads shifting around on the marble countertop. Evans, in turn, forming a sweat along his leaner, beautifully defined body. His cute, pale ass jiggling a little as he drove himself into his morning fuck. I watched as his hair started to fly out a little from the loose bun he’d tied it into. They were both so beautiful, fucking there without a care in the world before their first classes.

I felt them pick up the pace, listening as Evans’ grunts intensified until he let out a long, satisfied moan, spilling himself deep within Jakes, who writhed and groaned with pleasure underneath him.

And I felt nothing.

I felt a tap, and looked over to see Jakes smiling at me.

“I didn’t finish yet…you sure you don’t want to join in?”

I polished off my cereal, allowing myself what felt like my first genuine smile of the morning. Jakes was irrepressible and incorrigible, with his sweet smile, bright teeth, and charming green eyes. I leaned down and kissed him again on the lips before he slid off the counter. He pulled me close to him, slipping his hands down my pants and wrapping his strong fingers around my already thickening cock.

I closed my eyes, feeling his warm chest pressed against mine, and soon felt the slightly sweaty chest of Evans pressed against my back, his lips gently caressing my neck with soft, tender kisses.

Jakes turned me around slowly, putting me face to face with the brightly smiling Evans. I felt my pants come down, and a talented finger rubbing the unmistakable texture of cum into my hole. He’d taken Evans seed and was lubing me up, and I couldn’t help but let myself shudder in both pleasure and anticipation. Evans, meanwhile, kissed his way down my body, paying excellent attention to my chest, my nipples, my stomach, my sides, and finally, my loins, though he tantalizingly kept from touching my now aching cock.

I felt Jakes slowly slide his way in me, his hands holding my hips firmly in place as he worked his way into me. A slow moan escaped my lips as I felt his warmth filling me up, his excited breath rushing over my neck and shoulders. As he entered me, Evans’ lips gently encircled my dick, slowly taking me into him. I screwed my eyes shut and let myself be taken away by the expert touch of my two housemates.

Jakes’ stamina proved impressive; even after the luscious fuck he’d received earlier, he still had the willpower to hold himself back.

I felt him slip out for a moment as Evans slacked, imagining that the two would be trading places, but I reached back and grabbed his hips, thrusting forward into Evans’ mouth a bit.

“Put it back.” I growled. He laughed in return, reaching his arms under mine and gripping my chest as he slammed back into me, eliciting a rough gasp from both myself and Evans. He went at it with renewed vigor, his hips smacking against my ass with each powerful thrust. Before long, I felt him whisper “I’m close”, and I merely moaned my approval back at him. Picking up speed, it became our usual game of who would finish first, both of us panting our approval back and forth, taunting smiles crossing our faces as we met eyes. The tension in my body was unbearable, however, and I quickly spilled into Evans’ waiting, hungry mouth. Hearing me cry out in satisfaction, sharp shrill notes of pleasure, Jakes lost it as well, gripping me tightly as he fucked his load deep inside me.

Slowly, we rode our orgasms to completion, resting against one another with happy smiles plastered on our faces. We kissed, left a few lingering touches on one another, then put on our pants and went about our day.

Coming down from the high of my two current favourite lovers at House Incubus, I found myself once again sighing as I stepped into the shower to clean up a little. It was all so…accessible. So easy. I could have sex with any number of astonishingly beautiful men literally almost whenever I wanted; this was the dream, wasn’t it? Why was I so deeply unsatisfied with it? I let out a soft smile as someone slipped into the shower behind me.

“You looked so beautiful down there, I wanted you for myself.”

I felt his hands encircle my waist, slick from the hot water running down.

“Salem,” I placed my hands on his, whispering his name, “here I am.”

This was an old song and dance too, as Youssef Salem loved following me into my shower, where we’d passionately fuck one another. I’d have him other places too, but the shower was our favourite getaway.

He spun me around, and I leaned in to kiss that lovely face, with the thick beard. I ran my hands down his hairy chest, loving the feel of his body under the steamy water. I had just finished not too long ago, and wasn’t quite ready to get it up again, but he didn’t seem to mind. We kissed and embraced, rolling around in the stall, until he pressed me firmly against the wall. Pinning both my hands with his, he fucked me, relishing in the sounds reverberating off of the walls. Once he was ready, he pulled out and forced me down, feeding me his big, veiny monster before unloading down my throat, only to pull me back up and share a passionate kiss once more with me.

We cleaned in earnest after that, toweling off and putting on clothes (he wore a tight, black t-shirt today, showing off the exquisite definition of his body, with his school shirt, tie, and blazer draped lazily over top). With a last kiss, we parted, and I slipped out of the house before I caught the attention of another horny resident.

Earbuds in, generally aloof face still on, I walked across the campus, making a bee line for one of the coffee carts. Even with the charge bestowed upon me by three loving housemates, I was still someone who enjoyed a morning coffee and a morning cigarette in tandem.

Sidling up to the cart, I poured myself some medium roast (whimsically, as I never really had a preference in coffee so long as it was caffeinated). I handed the barista lady a few dollars, and moved to the side to light up.

As I did, I saw another fellow sitting there. Long brown haired tied up in a relatively neat bun, scruffy features, golden-rimmed glasses, open brown eyes (almost like those of a doe), and the perpetual hint of a smile on his face. How did I not see him at the Freshman Orientation? I would’ve scooped him up in an instant.

He looked up and saw me gawking (though I’m told that my “gawking” is nothing more than my usual blank stare).

“Oh, I’m sorry…is this your spot?”

“No.” I blinked, owlishly, unaware that I even had such a thing “I just…haven’t seen you around before. Freshman?”

“Senior. Transfer student.” He shrugged.

No wonder, I found myself thinking. Poor thing. Transfer students were not treated particularly kindly in their first weeks…or even months here.

“Cool. Where you staying?” I asked, genuinely interested.

“Oh, uh…House…Holiday?”

Lucky bastard had gotten into the house I’d originally wanted to get into.

“I’m jealous.” I smiled as I sat down next to him. Instinctively, he leaned over with his lighter, flicking its flame up for me. “Thanks. I wanted to live there when I first got here, but there were no openings at the time.”

“I lucked out.” He grinned “I got pulled over for my senior year here to help bolster some numbers in the orchestra.”

“Orchestra?”

“Cellist.” He nodded, earnestly.

“Lovely.”

I mentally struck myself. I had a habit of saying “lovely” as if it were the furthest thing from it. I quickly did a rewind to see if I had used my usual tone, but to my surprise, it came off as genuine.

“Hey, uh, it was nice meeting you, but I’ve gotta go in and take my first class.”

I glanced at my phone, standing up as he did.

“Ah, yeah. Me too.” He smiled and started to leave, but I instinctively reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. We both stood still for a moment, jolting at the touch, then he slowly slipped out from under my hand, and stared at me, confused.

Finally, to break the moment, I asked the only question I could think to ask:

“What’s your name?”

“Taliesin.” He averted his eyes, then quickly added: “my friends call me Tal. What’s yours?”

“Noelani.” I placed my hand on my chest and gave a little bow. "But you can call me Noel.”