The Country Star & The College Student

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my most favorite story that I have ever written, and let me tell you, this one was a long time coming. I first thought of this idea months ago and, after many scrapped drafts/rewrites, I bring you the final version. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you guys think, as your feedback will determine whether or not a second chapter is written. As always, feel free to e-mail me with any questions or concerns! Thank you!

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Zach liked many things: motorcycles, the color green, cheeseburgers, working out, social media, running, and the beach. Zach also hated many things, and at the very top of that list was country music.

If you asked Zach why he hated country music so much, or where his dislike originated, he wouldn't be able to tell you. The truth is he didn't know why, he just knew that he did. Anytime a song would come on that featured plucking banjo strings or a shrill male vocalist, Zach would physically recoil, and switch the song as quick as he could.

This was all in stark contrast to his roommate and best-friend, Eli. Eli loved country music, and seemingly never stopped listening to it. Eli listened to country music while walking to class, driving, working out, cooking, and even showering. Eli had purchased a waterproof speaker for the sole purpose of listening to music in the shower, much to Zach's chagrin.

Of course, this never amounted to actual conflict. Zach wasn't very vocal about his dislike for country, and typically kept that opinion to himself. This seemed like a good idea to Zach until one day, when Eli came bursting through the door, cellphone in hand, beaming with excitement.

"Dude! You're never gonna guess what?" Eli shrieked, flailing his phone in the air.

"What?" Zach said, not looking up from his own phone.

"I just won two free tickets to that Noah Ryan concert this Saturday!" Eli beamed.

Zach cringed. He was very familiar with Noah Ryan. After all, he was the biggest country music star for the time. It was practically impossible to have not heard of him. Sensing the direction that this conversation was headed, Zach twisted his face to try and show his displeasure with the aforementioned artist. "Great..." Zach groaned, obviously displeased.

"So, you're coming with me!" Eli said with a smile, assuming his roommate was sharing his excitement.

"Oh, I can't." Zach responded immediately. "I have to be at that thing, remember?"

"What thing?" Eli inquired, not taking the hint.

"I have a party-thing Saturday morning. Sorry, can't-" 

"Perfect!" Eli interrupted, "The concert is at night! We'll make it just in time."

"You can't find anyone else to go with you?" Zach asked carefully, trying his best to not offend Eli. "I'm really not the biggest Noah Ryan fan."

"It's about the experience, dude. Have you ever even been to a concert before?" Eli responded. The question stuck with Zach, who actually had never been to a concert before. "Come on." Eli began again, "Just come with. They'll have beer, and food, and tons of cute girls to talk to even if you don't like the music."

"Fine. I'll come" Zach said, slumping back.

"Great! Saturday night, don't forget it!" Eli said, zooming back out the door.

SATURDAY NIGHT

Eli and Zach ventured side-by-side into the outdoor venue. Eli had dressed himself up in his finest country attire - complete with a blue flannel, cowboy hat, and stereotypical cowboy boots. Zach was dressed the same, with the only difference being that his flannel was red, and he was lacking the energy and enthusiasm that Eli wore proudly.

It didn't exactly take a genius to realize that Zach didn't want to be there. But he had been dragged along nonetheless, and it was too late to turn back now.

While everyone else at the venue was busy loading up on alcohol and merchandise, Eli dragged Zach by the elbow right to the stage. "What are you doing?" Zach asked, "I want beer!"

"You can drink anytime!" Eli said, still dragging Zach. "There's only ONE chance for us to be at the barrier for this show. I'm not missing it, and you shouldn't either."

After a bit more walking and pulling, the pair eventually reached the barrier. Zach glanced upward, only now realizing that he was mere inches away from the stage. The only thing separating him from it was a stainless-steel barrier, and a few rough-looking security guards.

"Isn't this great?" Eli said, about ready to explode. "Your first concert, and you get to be at the barrier! That's not common these days."

"Definitely." Zach said, catching eye of the giant speakers lining the stage. "I assume that part of the 'barrier' experience is getting your eardrums ruptured?"

"Relax, dude. It's country, not fucking death metal. You'll live." Eli said, slightly condescendingly.

As the minutes passed, more and more people began to pile up behind Zach and Eli. They were really trapped now. With nowhere to go, Zach would be forced to sit here and listen to this redneck orchestra until the final note was played.

And around thirty minutes later, the show began...

Blinding white lights danced to life and a low hiss began emanating from the speakers. The crowd grew still, eagerly awaiting the arrival of their idol. Pre-recorded guitar chords began blasting from the speakers through the audience, causing some audience members to cheer. A low fog spread across the stage, followed by a male silhouette popping into view: Noah Ryan. The crowd erupted, Eli included, as the show finally began.

Acoustic guitar in hand, Noah began his set. His hypnotic accent and powerful vocals burst from the speakers and travelled across the audience, enticing each one of them as if he were a drug. And of course, he looked absolutely amazing. He looked good in pictures, but even better in person.

The 27-year-old star had originally captured America's hearts through his stunning good-looks. Noah first popped onto the scene as a wide-eyed 22-year-old man, fresh out of the Navy, with nothing to his name except his guitar, the clothes on his back, and a wilted notebook full of songs he had written from his time while deployed.

Noah began recording the songs he had written on to his old iPhone, produced them using any free app he could find, and then sent them out to any label or agent who was willing to listen. It was a grueling task, but it worked. Before he knew it, Noah was getting record deals thrown his way from each direction.

Videos of Noah performing his acoustic demo's soon began to spread like wildfire online. This was in-part due to the fact that Noah was an incredibly attractive young man -his musical skills were simply an added bonus.

Noah was a perfect all-American guy, standing at a proud 6'1". His rugged, beefy body was enough to satisfy any swooning woman (or man) who had the pleasure of viewing him. Furthermore, his ocean-blue eyes, giant smile, chiseled jaw, stubble, and straight blonde hair only exemplified his already amazing composition. His fair skin was usually tanned, or sunburnt, but never pasty. Apart from a few patriotic tattoos, he kept his appearance clean.

Back in the present, Noah knew he had "made it". Looking out at the crowd of adoring fans (...and Zach) was enough to almost make him cry. Everything he had done, everything he had worked so hard for, had led up to this moment. He fought back tears as he continued singing, not wanting to break his "tough guy" persona.

When the song finally concluded, and Noah heard the audience begin cheering for him, he couldn't help it. A bright, pearly smile spread across his face. "Thank you for being here." Noah said into the microphone, genuinely meaning each syllable of that phrase. Noah was eternally grateful for his fans, and it showed in his demeanor. After all, they had completely changed his life.

Zach continued watching as Noah began his next song. Even if he wasn't a fan of the music, Zach adored Noah's authenticity and energy. Noah was a natural when it came to performing, and knew how to keep his audience excited and engaged.

Song after song, chord after chord, note after note, Zach found himself beginning to actually enjoy the music he was hearing. The upbeat songs had the entire crowd jumping, screaming, and ready for more. The slow songs cut like a knife, but in the best way possible. With each passing verse, Zach was converted from a hater to a lover. He simply couldn't get enough.

As Noah sung out his final song, Zach felt the most ecstatic he had in a while. Never in his life had he imagined that an artist, especially a country artist, would have such an impact on him.

The final note played, the last chord faded out, the lights dimmed, the show was over. Noah waved to the crowd, beaming with joy. "Thank y'all!" he said with his signature southern-drawl, before turning away and disappearing backstage.

As the crowd behind them dissipated, Zach and Eli began making the journey back to their car, ready to head home for the night. Unlike when they had entered, Zach wore a giant smile, and happily hummed the melodies to Noah's songs as he walked.

"Wasn't that awesome?" Eli said, sensing his friends newfound joy.

"Oh my GOD! That was amazing! I never knew he was so good!" Zach proclaimed.

"Really? I play his music all the time." Eli responded.

"I usually tuned it out." Zach admitted honestly.

"Whatever." Eli laughed. "So would you say you're a fan now?"

"Oh, absolutely!" Zach shouted. "I'd be an idiot not to."

"Well, we can listen to him more on the drive home. Come on." Eli said, fishing his car keys out of his pocket.

"Wait, I need the bathroom before we go." Zach said, stopping abruptly in his tracks.

"Good luck." Eli added sarcastically, pointing in the direction of the port-a-potty's. Despite the concert's massive attendance, the venue had only provided a measly five toilets for people to use. As a result, each one had a line of about 30-35 people waiting to go.

"There's no way." Zach said, glancing around anxiously. "I've gotta go now!"

"Maybe someone will let you cut?" Eli advised.

As his eyes darted around, Zach spotted a large, white building near the back of the venue. "There's gotta be a bathroom there, right?"

"Probably." Eli said, "But I don't know."

"I'm gonna check it out. Even if there isn't one, I'll just go on the side of the building or something." Zach said, running off.

"I'll meet you in the car!" Eli called out, watching Zach take off.

Zach made it through the front doors of the building in no time. At first glance, Zach concluded that this was likely just some storage building, or maybe some kind of maintenance place. Whatever it was didn't matter, so long as it had a bathroom.

Zach spotted a long hallway lined with several doors. Surely one of them had to be a bathroom. Zach began making his way down, checking each door that he passed.

He opened the first door to discover the room on the other side was completely empty. Weird, but whatever. No time to dwell on it. He moved on to a second door, and this one simply led to a bunch of fuse boxes - not the kind of place you want to go to the bathroom. Third door led to nothing, as did the fourth door.

The fifth door was a different story, since the fifth door was locked. Zach was about to rush off to the next door, when he heard something... someone was on the other side of that door. In a moment of pure desperation, Zach began knocking on the door.

"Hey, is someone in there? Do you work here?" Zach called out. After a few seconds of no response, Zach knocked again. "Please! Is there a bathroom here? I need to go, can you just tell me where one is?"

Zach heard a deadbolt twist, then the doorknob click. The door opened a millimeter, and an unseen male voice began to speak. "What's wrong?" the voice asked.

For a moment, Zach was taken aback. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't figure out why. "I really need a bathroom, can you show me where one is, please?"

The door opened a bit more, enough for Zach to see a muscular male arm adorned with a bald eagle tattoo along the bicep. The arm lifted up, and pointed to a separate door in the back corner of the room. "That's a bathroom. Go ahead." the voice said.

"Thank you!" Zach blurted out, instantly rushing into the room and making a beeline directly to the door that the man had pointed to. Within a minute Zach had done his business, washed his hands, and was ready to leave. But as he was exiting the bathroom, the same question popped into his head: "Why was that voice so familiar?"

Zach opened the door, and immediately felt his heart sink from his chest. Noah Ryan, the country stud whom he had just watched perform, was sitting on a sofa located in the center of the room. Zach stood frozen, unsure of what to say or do next.

"You okay?" Noah inquired, finally breaking the silence.

"I- I'm sorry. I didn't know this was, like, your dressing room." Zach said shakily. "I wouldn't have burst in here had I known that."

"No worries. I could tell you were desperate." Noah laughed, pulling a pack of cigarettes out from his pocket. "Did you enjoy the show?" Noah asked.

"How did you know I was at the show?" Zach asked foolishly.

"I saw you at the barrier." Noah confirmed. "You looked less than interested when I first came out. Just wanted to see if your opinion has changed?"

Zach's face ran red with embarrassment. "Oh, yeah, definitely!" Zach said. "You were amazing. I came here with my friend Eli, he's also a big fan. He was the one who introduced me to you."

"That's great!" Noah smiled warmly, "I'm glad you're a fan now."

"Of course." Zach responded.

Noah slid two cigarettes out of the pack in his hand. He popped one between his lips, and struck it to life with a lighter. After inhaling deeply and expelling the smoke throughout the room, Noah offered the second cigarette to Zach. "You smoke?" he inquired.

"Oh, no. Not really?" Zach answered honestly.

"You want a beer or something then?" Noah said, jerking his head in the direction of a mini-fridge next to the sofa. It was then that Zach remembered the beer Eli had deprived him of, a beer that he still craved.

"I would, but my friend is waiting for me in his car. I shouldn't keep him waiting." Zach said, pulling out his phone. Sure enough, he had a text from Eli that affectionately read "Hurry up dickwad - I can't sit here all night!"

"He texting you now?" Noah laughed.

"Yeah. He's mad." Zach answered.

"Come on, stick around for a little bit, man. I love talking with my fans!" Noah said.

"Alright, let me just tell my friend first." Zach answered, already calling Eli.

After one ring, Eli answered. "Unless your dick fell off and into the toilet, I don't understand what is taking you so long!" Eli growled.

"Yo, you can take off without me." Zach said.

"What? Why?" Eli said, clearly suspicious.

"Uh..." Zach hesitated, glancing over to Noah. 'Don't tell him' Noah mouthed, while simultaneously making a cutting motion across his throat. Whatever Noah meant by that, Zach didn't want to find out. "... I met this girl in here. She's really cute, so I'm going back to her place." Zach lied into the phone.

"How are you getting to her place?" Eli interrogated.

"She's driving me." Zach answered.

"That's embarrassing. You're letting a girl drive you?" Eli said, half-joking.

"Whatever, dude. I'll be back in the morning, leave the key out for me. I didn't bring mine." Zach blurted back.

"Fine. Use protection!" Eli said loudly, before hanging up the call.

The last line was loud enough for Noah to hear clearly, and he began laughing. "Your friend sounds like a character!" he said between chuckles.

"He's a great guy, he just says out-of-line things every now and then." Zach laughed.

"Have a seat! I got your beer here." Noah said, offering a cold IPA to Zach whilst simultaneously motioning towards a lounge chair positioned opposite to the sofa.

"Thanks!" Zach said, taking the beer from Noah while sitting on the chair.

After another puff of his cigarette, Noah resumed the conversation with Zach. "So, when did your friend introduce my music to you?"

"Uh... today." Zach admitted.

"Really? What made you come then if you hadn't heard my music before?" Noah inquired.

"My friend Eli is a big fan, he somehow won a pair of tickets to this show a few days ago. I'm not sure how."

"My team hosted a giveaway on Instagram, that's probably how he won. I'm glad you enjoyed the show though, even if you weren't a fan at first!

"I'm a fan now!" Zach burst.

"Thank you for saying that, it means a lot. I've worked hard to get to where I am today."

"How hard?" Zach asked, intrigued.

Noah put his cigarette out on a glass ashtray ahead of him, before telling the familiar story of his rise to stardom. Fresh out of the navy, broke and alone, writing songs and shipping them across the country. "It sorta felt like I was throwing darts at random, just praying that one of them would strike a bullseye, you know?" Noah joked. 

"Well, clearly it did." Zach smiled. Now that he was aware of Noah's story, his respect and admiration for him grew immensely. "You've got a whole lot of people that love you."

"And I'm forever grateful." Noah said, rising from the sofa to grab a beer of his own. It wasn't until Noah stood fully before him that Zach was able to grasp the size of this man. Hell, the clothes covering Noah's strong body barely fit, and seemed ready to burst with just one wrong movement. In an unfamiliar way, Zach almost felt attracted to Noah, but he quickly brushed that thought off.

Returning to the couch, Noah cracked open the beer. "You workout?" he said, deciding to spark up a new conversation topic.

Zach glanced down at himself, now slightly self-conscious. All it took was one look at Zach to confirm that, yes, he worked out. Zach's muscular physique was not attainable without a rigorous workout routine and strict diet. "A little." Zach said, trying to remain humble. Although both men were very athletic, Noah was clearly the stronger of the two, as evidenced by his beefier appearance.

"A little?" Noah laughed. "I think you workout more than a little."

"Whatever!" Zach laughed, taking another sip of his beer.

"Are you natural?" Noah pressed.

"Uh... mostly. I take creatine, which I guess could count as cheating."

"Not really. You should see some of the roided up freaks I come across at my gym!"

The two laughed. Had there been any awkwardness or tension when this conversation first started, it was all drained by now. Noah was so naturally charismatic and conversational that it was near impossible to not feel infatuated by him. Zach began to feel uneasy however, when that same feeling of attraction began to creep up on him again.

"What's your bench max?" Noah asked, moving upwards on the couch.

"250 for 6 reps." Zach said proudly. "What's yours?"

"385 for 4." Noah said humbly.

"Wow! How do you manage to do that?" Zach said in amazement.

"It takes time, you've got to work up to that point. When I was your age, I was probably benching about the same as you. If you keep working at it, you can bench as much as me one day."

"How old are you?" Zach asked Noah.

"I'm 27."

"Then I've got six years to catch up!"

"You're in great shape for a 21-year-old! I've only ever seen guys your size in the military. No offense, but usually college students ain't so big."

"How did you know I was in college?"

"Lucky guess." Noah smiled, slumping back in his sofa. "What about squat? What's your max on that?"

"About 300 I think, maybe give or take some. You?"

"450." Noah boasted.

"Woah..." Zach said, at a loss for words.

"Look!" Noah said with a smile, standing off the couch. He spun around, aiming his backside towards Zach. He lifted up the back of his shirt slightly, before sliding his jeans down to just below his massive, muscular glutes, exposing the red boxer-briefs beneath. Zach felt his heart race as he watched Noah comedically bounce a few times, causing his cheeks to recoil like gelatin each time his feet hit the floor. Once done, Noah slid his jeans back up and returned to the couch laughing. "You don't get an ass like that without squatting!"

"No, definitely not." Zach said, incredibly distracted. He could feel the beginnings of a boner sprouting in his pants, and quickly crossed his legs to hide it. Zach simply couldn't deny it anymore... he was attracted to Noah. "I like your tattoos." Zach spurted, desperate to change the topic, "Do they have any meaning?"

"Come here, I'll show you." Noah said, scooching over on the couch to make room. Hesitantly, Zach transferred himself from the lounge chair, right next to Zach on the couch.

Noah first pointed to the bald eagle tattoo on his bicep. "I got this one in honor of my country. I love America, that's why I served it." Noah then turned his head to reveal another tattoo behind his left ear, depicting a megaphone with an 'X' through it. "This is a silly one. I'm partially-deaf in my left ear, so I got that."

Zach laughed. "I like them!" he said, assuming he had seen them all. 

"I have a couple more." Noah said proudly. With that, he lifted up a portion of his shirt to reveal a tattoo going upwards across the side of his body. The tattoo was of an airplane, but Zach was more distracted by the fact that Noah was lifting his shirt up. "My grandpa was a pilot." Noah explained, "That's why I got this one."

Before Zach could even begin to conjure up a response, Noah was fully removing his shirt. Zach felt his head rush and his heart pound at the sight of Noah's incredible upper-body, most notably his giant pectorals, abs, and arms. Noah then pointed to his final tattoo, a small American flag on his right pec. "Again, that's for my country."

Zach didn't respond. He was simply too entranced by Noah's gorgeous chest. "Hey, you okay there?" Noah asked, slightly concerned.

"What?" Zach said, snapping out of it. "Oh, I'm fine. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You seem distracted." Noah continued.

"No, yeah. I'm totally fine." Zach assured.

"Is it 'cause I took my shirt off?"

The question shocked Zach. Sure, that was the exact reason why Zach was so distracted, but he never thought that Noah was going to be able to catch on to that. "A little, yeah."

"I can put it back on if you want." Noah said sympathetically.

"Whatever you want to do." Zach answered.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Uhm..." Zach hesitated, unsure how to answer. After a bit of deliberation, Zach gave his answer. "You can keep it off."

"I figured." Noah smiled. With that, Noah shut his eyes and began leaning in to kiss Zach. In a moment of shock and panic, Zach quickly dodged Noah's incoming head. "Oh, I'm sorry." Noah said apologetically. "I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay." Zach interrupted. "It's just... I've never done anything with a guy before."

"You know what, me neither. I just really thought we were matching each others energy, you know?"

"You're not gay?" Zach asked.

"I think I'm bi, I don't know." Noah explained. "I came to this realization while in the Navy, but I've never experimented or done anything with a guy before."

"Me neither." Zach said.

"Are you gay, or bi, or something too?" Noah inquired.

"I don't know what I am." Zach said, citing his extremely newfound attracting to Noah. Noah extended his sympathy to Zach by placing his large hand on his broad shoulder. 

"Why don't we find out together?" Noah whispered, massaging Zach's shoulder gently.

With those words, Noah leaned in for a kiss once more. This time, Zach accepted, allowing Noah to place his tender, pink lips onto his own. At first, the kiss was very dry. A plethora of emotions ran through both men as they experienced this newfound pleasure together. After a few seconds, Noah opened his mouth and planted a second kiss, this time allowing a bit more saliva to enter the mix.

As their kissing continued, Zach became aware of how each of his senses were reacting in the moment. Noah tasted of mint and cigarette smoke, which would typically be a gross-out, but not in this context. Noah's stubble tickled Zach's upper lip and chin, sending a tingling sensation through his head and down his spine. Noah smelled of cologne and sweat, likely the result of the show that he had just finished.

Noah too was thinking similar thoughts. Noah quickly came to the realization that kissing a man was not the same as kissing a woman. In a heterosexual kiss, both parties are using different methods as the man is dominant and the woman is submissive. Here, in this exact moment, both were dominant. However, that was okay, as both men were adapting to the current situation and soon were kissing like pros.

Zach soon began to shift his attention from Noah's lips to his jaw. Noah had an incredibly sharp and defined jaw that was practically begging to be made out with. Zach began planting several gentle kisses on Noah's prickly chin, and soon, his upper-neck. As Zach gradually began going downward, Noah placed his hand on Zach's back and laid both of them down flat on the couch, allowing Zach to lay on top of him.

Zach sat up for a moment, looking down at the muscular man sprawled beneath him. He met the gaze of Noah's hypnotic blue eyes, which was enough to send happy-chills down his spine. "You okay?" Noah asked.

"Yes, I'm just a little nervous I guess." Noah responded in a hushed tone.

"Me too, but don't worry. We're in this together. We don't have to do anything we don't want to."

"I know." Zach said, planting another quick peck on Noah's sexy lips.

In response, Noah reached up to the collar of Zach's red flannel, and began to undo the buttons, unwrapping Zach like a birthday present. Before long, Zach too was shirtless, with his lean, chiseled upper body on full display for Noah to admire. "Fuck, you're so hot." Noah admired.

"Thanks." Zach said, again kissing Noah. The fire between the two was growing, and before they knew it, they were in the middle of a steamy make out session. Their lips aggressively collided with one another, their tongues wrestled like two snakes in the wild, and a thick sexual tension began to fill the dressing room air.

Zach began to take the descent down Noah's body once again. Noah writhed in anticipation for what was to come, unsure of where Zach was intending on stopping. Zach kissed his way down Noah's chin, over his Adams apple, past his collar-bones, and eventually to his Noah's pecs. Without any word or warning, Zach placed his mouth over Noah's right nipple, and began to lick it.

"Woah!" Noah shouted with a twitch.

"What?" Zach said, releasing the nipple as quickly as he had grabbed it. "Should I not do that?"

"No, no, you can do that." Noah said with a smile, relaxing back into the sofa. "Just be easy."

Zach bowed his head and once again began licking and sucking on Noah's nipple. Noah's breathing grew heavy as this highly erogenous zone was attacked by Zach's quick-moving tongue. Zach did his best to keep the stimulation light, not wanting to overwhelm Noah during this first-time experience.

Zach kept his movements simple. He would lick the rim of Noah's nipple for a while, simply to tease him, before running his tongue directly over the peak. Zach paid great attention to the noises and movements that Noah made throughout this ordeal, ensuring maximum pleasure for this man.

Zach soon discovered that what Noah enjoyed best was quick, tense flicks across the tip of his nipple. Zach began focusing mostly on this movement, admiring the way that it made Noah gasp and writhe beneath him. Noah swung his hands over his head in utter amazement at the sensation. Although he had been with many woman prior to this experience, none had ever done this to him. Although the sensation was unfamiliar, it was extremely pleasurable, and left him wanting more.

Noah was beginning to become hyper-aware of the raging hard-on that was concealed inside of his jeans. Desperate for his cock to finally get some attention, he placed his hand on Zach's chin and gently raised his head back up to his. Still, Zach continued to tease Noah by gently massaging his wet nipple with the tip of his finger.

"I want you to suck my cock." Noah said confidently. "Is that okay?"

"Yes. I wanted to anyways." Zach said, caressing Noah's erection through his jeans.

Without breaking eye contact, Zach proceeded to unbutton Noah's jeans, unzip the fly, and remove the jeans completely from his legs. Zach then slid himself down the sofa, allowing him to be face-to-face with Noah's cock, still encased in the red boxer-briefs, and it looked mean. Easily 7" fully hard, thick and cut, with a small puddle of pre-cum formed near the head.

Zach began to tease Noah by licking his pre-cum drizzled head through the briefs. Noah giggled and began writhing his hips, growing hungrier for further stimulation. Zach kept up this act for a while, sadistically teasing him by circling his tip with his tongue or gently massaging his ballsack, all without removing the briefs.

Growing more impatient, Noah took it upon himself to slide his boxer-briefs down his legs, allowing his monster cock to spring free and slap against his abs. Zach could now see Noah's throbbing member in all it's glory. To put it simply, it was perfect. Perfect color, perfect length, perfect girth, perfect amount of hair, perfect everything.

Zach gripped Noah's cock and began to stroke slowly. "I'm gonna do the best that I can, but I've never sucked a dick before."

"Just try your best." Noah said. "Think about it like this - what do YOU like when girls suck your cock? Whatever it is, do that to me."

"Good idea." Zach said, positioning himself above Noah's cock. After a deep breath and quick mental preparation, Zach opened wide and accepted Noah into his mouth.

Noah let out a deep moan as his cock entered Zach's mouth. Zach tried to get down as far as he could, but only made it about halfway before feeling a gag begin to creep up the back of his throat. He stopped there, and slowly began making his way back up to the tip.

Zach's head was swimming in the smell and taste of Noah's manly cock, and those emotions were only made stronger by the fact that he was the first man to get a taste of this cock. Noah's pre-cum was slightly sweet, but the aforementioned sweat added a bit of a saltiness to the mix. The smell was similar to his lips, being a mix of cologne and sweat. Still, Zach soon found sucking dick to be much more fun than he ever could have imagined. Before he knew it, his head was bobbing up and down enthusiastically, as if he had been sucking dick for years.

Noah, who was on the receiving end of this, was in absolute heaven. After the agonizing anticipation and foreplay, he was finally getting what he wanted. And he couldn't think of anyone else he would rather have slurping away at his member in that very moment.

Zach took Noah's advice, and sucked his cock the same way he would want a girl to suck his own. He circled the head, licked and tongued at the slit, and gently massaged his balls using his free hand. He tried to take Noah's entire dick in his mouth, but quickly determined that wasn't going to happen. As much as he would like to think of himself as a professional, he was still a novice at this moment. Maybe one day he would do it.

Noah's gentle sighs and moans began growing in intensity and volume as the intensity of Zach's sucking grew. Noah felt a sweat beginning to grow on his body and a building pressure in his groin, indicating a climax was coming soon. He was determined to hold off for as long as he could, but the heavenly sensations rushing through every fiber of his body in that moment made it hard for him to do so.

While continuing to suck, Zach moved his hand from Noah's sack and began gently massaging his taint, an area that Noah was not used to being touched by anyone but himself. Although he initially wanted to tell Zach to stop, his body soon welcomed the sensation, and Noah opted to just let it happen.

Noah began clawing at the sofa, hopelessly attempting to stop the inevitable. "Dude," Noah said, glancing down at Zach, "You're gonna make me cum if you keep this up."

"Do you want to cum yet?" Zach asked, still stroking Noah's cock.

"At least let me return the favor while I'm still horny!" Noah smiled.

"Alright!" Zach smiled. Zach then propped himself up, and leaned back onto the couch, spreading his legs wide for Noah to have easy access. Noah grinned at the sight, and eagerly pulled himself over to Zach and crawled between his spread legs.

Noah pressed his nose up against Zach's clothed crotch and inhaled deeply, allowing Zach's manly scent to rush through him. Once high off the scent, Noah got to work, wasting absolutely no time in ripping Zach free from his own jeans and underwear in one single motion. Noah whipped the jeans over the nearby lounge chair, and then returned his full attention to Noah.

The same thought crossed both men's minds at the same time: they were naked with another man for the first time. There was absolutely nothing covering up anything at this point - they were both completely exposed.

Noah admired Zach's 8" cock while simultaneously stroking it. Although Zach's cock was a bit longer than Noah's, it wasn't quite as thick. Still, his cock was very impressive, and was nestled nicely beneath a small bush of hair.

Following his own advice, Noah popped Zach's cock into his mouth and immediately made it his goal to fit the entire thing in. Noah loved to be deepthroated by a girl, so naturally out of the kindness of his heart, had to do the same thing to his new friend. Noah actually did very well with the first 3/4 of the cock, but the last quarter was where the struggle began. Still, Noah didn't give up.

By clenching his fists and concentrating heavily on breathing through his nose, Noah was successfully able to fit Zach's entire cock in his mouth. "Woah, you actually took the whole thing!" Zach said, amazed. "You sure this is your first time?"

"Mhm." Noah mumbled, mouth still full. Following this, Noah sealed his lips tightly around Zach's cock and began to make his way back up the tip, being sure to incorporate a heavy amount of spit and suction into the mix. Once at the top, Noah teased the cockhead a bit with his stubble-lined jaw, causing Zach to involuntarily chuckle at the combination of sensations it brought on. After a bit more teasing, Noah enthusiastically gobbled it up again.

Zach swung his head back and moaned loudly as the muscular stud slurped and slobbered on every inch of him. Strangely, the taboo of the situation is what made this all the more enjoyable for him. He was no stranger to having his dick sucked, not by a long shot, but the fact that another athletic, masculine man was the one doing it is what really set him off.

As Noah continued his impeccable blowjob, he began humming slightly to emulate the sensation of a vibrator. Noah remembered a time when a woman had done this on him, and it drove him absolutely wild. He began to do the same to Zach, and sure enough, it worked.

Zach lurched forward as the humming began, and a rapid buzzing sensation began to rumble over his already sensitive dick. Sensing Zach's suddenly increased enjoyment, Noah began to suck faster and faster humming all the while. Zach gripped tightly onto the sofa and cried out to the heavens as he felt the pleasure spreading through his body, growing more intense by the second.

Zach finally managed to blurt out the words "HOLY FUCK!" before sitting himself up, allowing a better look at the man blowing him.

Zach admired Noah's strong, defined, muscular back by running his open hand across it. Normally, Zach would feel threatened by a man of Noah's tremendous size, but not now. Zach felt comfortable, happy, and of course, extremely horny. The sight of Noah's triangular back, heavy lats, and triumphant delts sent an increased rush to his already rock-hard cock.

Without thinking twice, Zach allowed his hand to run down Noah's back. Further and further it went, until it got a little too close to a forbidden zone.

"What are you doing?" Noah asked, pulling himself away from Zach.

"I just wanted to feel your ass, that's all." Zach defended.

"I don't know how I feel about that." Noah protested, "That might be a bit too much for right now."

"That's okay." Zach said sitting up. "What if I just start with a gentle massage and we'll see where it goes."

"I don't know." Noah whispered.

"I won't do anything without telling you about it first. I promise. Okay?" Zach smiled. "You were very proud of your ass earlier, and all the squats it took to build it. Come on, show it off!"

"You know what, you're right!" Noah said, flashing that signature smile of his. With that, he flipped himself onto his stomach, allowing his plump bubble butt to be both visible and touchable.

Had Zach given into his temptation, he would've dived in right then and there. But he promised Noah that he was going to take things slow, and he intended on keeping that promise.

Zach gently reached his left hand out and used it to grip Noah's left ass cheek. Despite Noah himself being beefy and of high muscle-mass, his ass was soft and squishy, much like a stress ball. Zach then gripped the right cheek, and began to slowly massage both cheeks together. Noah was nervous, but his trust in Zach is what set him back. No one had ever touched his ass before, the only exception being himself. He was going to have to push through the mental barrier in order to gain any enjoyment from this.

Zach continued massaging the country star's cheeks gently, and occasionally spreading them - not enough to expose the hole, but enough for Noah to feel an unfamiliar breeze creep inside. It was also enough for Zach to see that, despite Noah's mostly-hairless complexion - with his face and armpits being an exception - Noah had a sparse amount of hair in between his cheeks.

"I'm gonna spread you open a little, okay?" Zach inquired. Noah nodded silently, giving him permission.

With permission granted, Zach spread Noah's cheeks open, exposing his virgin hole to the light for the first time. The hole was incredibly tight, and a gorgeous shade of pink. Although hidden slightly by the hair, Zach was still able to see enough of it to bring his boner instantly back to life.

Noah was beginning to tackle his mental barriers and, before he knew it, was hornier than ever before. In a shocking move, Noah arched his back, allowing his cheeks to spread open naturally, no need for Zach to hold them open.

"What are you insinuating?" Zach laughed.

"What do you think I'm insinuating?" Noah responded sternly.

"You want me to do something to your hole?" Zach smirked.

"Rim me." Noah demanded.

"Someone's mind changed quick." Zach laughed.

"Yeah, and get to work before I change it again!"

"Yes, sir." Zach joked, before gently lowering his head in between Noah's globes and giving one, gentle lick to the virgin entrance that lied inside.

"Woah." Noah laughed, "That felt weird."

Zach licked again, warranting a similar reaction from Noah. Slowly but surely, Zach begin to increase both the frequency and intensity of his licks at Noah's hole. Based solely off of the sounds that Noah was making, he was absolutely loving it.

Zach slowly traced the outer ring of Noah's hole with his tongue, which caused Noah to react with light moans, and even an occasional chuckle. But all humor was drained from the situation when Zach focused his attention on tonguing the actual hole. That's when Noah reacted more violently, and exchanged his gentle, light moans for more intense and loud grunts, and even an occasional scream.

Zach continued munching away on the country stud's hole, basking in the scent of another man's ass and the taste of his tight hole. Noah was a great musician, but even his best songs paled in comparison to the sound of him moaning in utter ecstacy. If you put that on a record and sold it, it would easily top the charts.

"Oh my God, that feels so good. No one has ever done this to me before!" Noah groaned, waves of pleasure rippling through his entire being. "Oh my God, don't fucking stop!"

Zach reached between Noah's legs and took a hold of his still-hard cock. While continuing to tongue-fuck the man before him, he began aggressively jerking his cock. The pleasure was beginning to become too much for poor Noah, who began to panic as he couldn't take it.

"Woah! WOAH!" Noah managed to say between screams, "FUCK! OH FUCK!"

"Feel good?" Zach whispered teasingly.

"OHH! OHHHHHHHH! OH MY GOOD FUCKING GOD!" Noah screamed. Every bit of control that Noah had in his body was gone. His eyes were rolling, drool was dribbling off his chin, and his white skin had turned completely blood-red. "Holy fuck! I didn't know getting rimmed felt this fucking good!"

Zach enthusiastically smacked Noah's ass, admiring the way that it recoiled at even the slightest touch. Noah's ass was any man's wet-dream, and it was all Zach's. He was the first person to please this man anally, and no one would ever be able to take that crown from him.

Zach used his hands to spread Noah's hole wide open, wider than it had ever gone before, and gently insert his tongue inside of him. This caused Noah to let out the loudest, most animalistic moan as the already mind-numbing pleasure was somehow increasing. Each time that Noah thought it wasn't going to get better, Zach would pull out a new trick, and the pleasure would increase tenfold.

Noah was now reduced to a moaning, slobbering mess, and Zach felt like the tongue-fucking king. Furthermore, Noah's erect cock was leaking pre-cum like a fountain, and Zach found joy in teasing him by smearing it all over the head of his cock, adding to the already immeasurable pleasure Noah was feeling.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. I- I- I can't take it! I can't!" Noah panted, pulling his ass away from Zach so quickly that he slipped off the couch and collapsed onto the floor.

"Woah. You okay?" Zach inquired.

Noah flipped himself onto his back and held up a finger, indicating to Zach that he needed a moment. Zach watched with great intrigue as Noah twitched and spasmed on the floor, with his cupped hand covering his mouth. "Dude, what is happening to you?" Zach asked after watching this go on for about a minute.

Noah inhaled deeply, then let out a huge sigh. "Dude," he began, "I think you just made me orgasm."

"What?" Zach spat out, confused. "You didn't cum, though."

"I never said you made me cum. I said you made me orgasm." Noah corrected. "It felt, like I was cumming, even though I actually wasn't."

Noah pulled himself off the floor and sat himself back down on the sofa next to Zach. "That was fucking amazing." Noah sighed, fist-bumping Zach. "There's just one more thing I want to do."

"Which is?" Zach began.

Without a word, Noah flipped himself over and positioned himself doggy-style on the sofa. "You're gonna fuck me."

Those words were music to Zach's ears. "Damn, okay!" Zach said, pouncing upwards and placing himself behind the spread-open Noah.

"Go slow, and be gentle until I tell you to pick it up." Noah said, guiding Zach's cock to his entrance. "This is my first time, so be easy on me."

"Let me know when to start putting it in" Zach said, gently outlining Noah's hole with his cock.

"Go. Slowly." Noah said. With that, Zach began gently inserting himself into Noah. 

"Slow. Slow. Woah, oh fuck!" Noah repeated as Zach slid his cock inside. Zach was slow, going no quicker than an inch every 30-45 seconds, but still, Noah felt as if a broom handle was being shoved inside of him. Noah bit down into the fabric of the sofa and every vein in his body rose to the surface of his skin as he strained.

Moments later, what felt like an eternity to Noah, Zach had fully inserted himself. "Good job dude, you took it all!" Zach whispered into his ear. Noah looked back at him, and planted a kiss on his lips. "Now fuck me. I'm ready!" Noah affirmed.

Zach slowly slid himself out of Noah's hole, allowing the head of his cock to poke out, before slowly inserting himself in again. Noah was grunting, but not from pleasure. The feeling of another man fucking him was incredibly foreign and, in the moment, he was not enjoying it. He began to regret this decision, and decided that it was time to put an end to the sex.

"You know what, this isn't gon- WOAH! FUCK!" Noah's sentence was abruptly interrupted by a sudden lightning-bolt ecstacy shooting through him as Zach's cock poked something inside of his ass.

"What?" Zach asked.

"Nothing. Keep fucking me." Noah sighed.

"But you were gonna say-"

"I said KEEP FUCKING ME!" Noah growled, growing hungrier for that feeling he had just felt to return.

Zach fully inserted himself, and then on his way out, brushed over that same spot again. Neither Zach or Noah were aware, but the spot that Zach was hitting was Noah's prostate. Each time the head of Zach's cock slid over that magical spot, Noah would cry out in pleasure. It felt better than anything Noah had felt in his life, and he wanted more.

Zach began fucking Noah faster and faster, and Noah began screaming louder and louder as his prostate was now being continuously rammed into by Zach. Zach was now fucking Noah harder than he had ever fucked any woman before, and was determined to bring Noah to a point of sexual gratification so intense that he would have to come back for me.

Without context, one might think that Noah was possessed. The sounds emanating from his gaping jaw were inhuman, and the white-eyes and drooling jaw simply exemplified the fact. But in reality, it was simply the expert dick-down that was being administered by Zach.

"OH! MY! GOD! YES! FUCK! ME!" Noah screeched as Zach continued ramming himself in and out of the eager redneck.

Zach took great delight in the noises Noah was making, the sight of his muscular body reacting to the pleasure, and the incredible feeling of fucking another man's ass. Noah's hole was incredibly tight, and felt absolutely amazing around his raw cock. The harder he pumped, the more eager he became to cum, but he knew that he had to make Noah cum first.

Noah felt like he was ascending - the dick was simply that good. Zach slammed harder and harder into him, admiring the way that Noah's fat ass bounced with each thrust. Sweat began to pour from both men, grunts and screams filled the air. It was truly a beautiful sight, something straight out of a porno, and the best was yet to cum.

Ready to cum, Noah gripped his own cock and began pumping aggressively. As soon as Zach took notice of this, he yanked Noah's hand away. "No. I'm making you cum." Zach commanded. With that, he gripped Noah by the neck, and began increasing his speed.

"Wh- Wh- What? H- How?" Noah asked, growing overwhelmed. 

Zach figured that actions speak louder than words, and began focusing his thrusts directly into Noah's sweet-spot. Noah screamed, shrieked, and trembled. Goosebumps spread over his sweaty, red skin and a tightness began building in his core. Zach continued - harder and harder, faster and faster. The tightness grew, spread down to Noah's cock. A glorious pressure beyond words began to build up inside of Noah, and felt it growing and growing...

...until he burst. Accompanied by intense, desperate moans, Noah began shooting his first ever hands-free load all over the couch. Rope after rope of sticky white cum sprayed out of his cock like a firehouse and splattered all over the fabric. Noah trembled, cried, and screeched as cum continued pouring out of him for, astonishingly, almost a minute straight.

And then it was Zach's turn. Zach fucked Noah until he was one thrust away from exploding. Then he yanked his cock out, and began spraying his seed all over Noah's back. After writhing, moaning, and cumming for a good while, Zach collapsed onto the couch directly next to an equally tired Noah. Their experiment was complete.

After a few minutes of silence and recollection, Noah broke the silence. "Thanks for sticking around, my man."

"Thanks for letting me." Zach said with a smile. "Does this mean we're gay now?"

"I don't know, but I'll tell you this: I've enjoyed spending this time with you."

"Yeah, me too."

With that, both men pulled themselves off the sofa and began to dress. Zach returned to his jeans, red flannel, and cowboy hat that Eli had provided. Noah did the same, stuffing his muscular body back into his tight briefs, jeans, and shirt.

Noah pulled his phone out, and began texting away to someone unknown. "I'm getting you a ride home, since I know your friends was supposed to be your ride."

"Thank you. I appreciate it." Zach smiled.

After sending out the text, Noah pulled out his pack of cigarettes, slid one out, and wrote his phone number along the length of it. "I'm also giving you this. I'll be expecting a text from you." Noah said with a smile and a wink.

Zach eagerly accepted the cigarette from Noah and slid it into his pocket. Noah embraced Zach and planted a giant kiss onto his lips. However, just as the kiss began to turn into a second make out session, they were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in." Noah called out.

In walked a driver, clad entirely in a suit. "There's your ride." Noah said with a smile.

"Bye, Noah." Zach said.

"Bye, Zach." Noah responded, flashing his signature smile. "Text me when you get home."

And with that, Zach left, leaving Noah alone in his dressing room. Noah followed the driver out to his car, climbed inside, and was driven home.

Thirty minutes later, Zach was back home. After tipping the driver and wishing him a good evening, he slipped out of the car and made the journey back up to his apartment. Thankfully, Eli had left the key out for him under the doormat. Zach discreetly unlocked the door, slid into the darkened apartment, and began making his way to his bed.

But of course, Eli was awake, laying in his bed, typing away on his phone. "Why are you home? I thought you were spending the night with that chick."

"No. We just hooked up, but I decided to leave after I came." Zach lied.

"Ew, I didn't need to know that." Eli shot back. "Did you get her Snapchat or anything at least?"

"I got hi- her number, actually." Zach said, reaching into his jeans pocket.

"Old school, nice." Eli said, returning his attention to his phone.

Zach continued fishing around in his pocket, unable to locate the cigarette. He checked his other pocket, and sure enough, it wasn't in there either. "Shit, I think it fell out of my pocket!" Zach sighed.

"She wrote it down? Geez, that's really old school." Eli jokes, not understanding the gravity of the situation. Zach wanted to fight back, but knew that there was no way to do that without truly admitting what he had just done. Upset and defeated, Zach crawled into his bed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed the concert, though." Eli continued, "That Noah Ryan sure is something, huh? I'm glad you grew a pair and came with me."

"Yeah, he really is." Zach sighed, sinking into his pillow.

"Do you care if I play one of his songs?" Eli inquired.

"Go for it." Zach shrugged.

With that, Eli began playing a song that Zach remembered all too well. After all, it was one of his favorite's during the concert. 

The lyrics detailed a one-night-stand that Noah had with a woman while deployed in the Navy, who he didn't realize that he was in love with until it was too late. The weight of the lyrics had never hit Zach until now, who fought back tears as he listened to them.

"In the end, it wasn't just a one night fling
  It was a love story that made our hearts sing
  From the ashes of that passionate night
  Our love burned on, forever shining bright."

The lyrics shot through Zach like an arrow to the heart. He sat and prayed that whenever Noah sung this song live, he didn't think of him.

He prayed to whoever would listen... "please let me see him again."