Eyes of Noah

My name is Noah, and I’m almost thirty-six years old. I live alone; I have no pets. I don’t even have any plants. My days are very routine. I get up at six in the morning and have breakfast, usually a piece of fruit with hot tea or coffee. I put milk in both of them, and I have no idea why I pick coffee on some days and tea on others. I always brush my teeth right after, and I shave while I’m in the shower. By seven o’clock, I’m backing out of my driveway and headed to work.

Unless something prevents my getting to work on time, I park the car at seven-thirty, I’m at my computer by seven forty-five. I’m a programmer, and I’m on a team that is moving a program from a desktop version to version that will run in a browser. It’s tedious; it’s monotonous; it’s just like the rest of my life.

When I was a teenager, I loved to write programs. This job has sucked the fun right out of that. But I thought that programming was always going to be as fun as it was then. I also thought I would marry Kathleen Baker and have four kids. But when I asked her to go to the homecoming dance in ninth grade, she announced to the whole cafeteria that she would not be going to any dance with a queer. I never asked another girl out. I never noticed a girl having any interest in me, nor any guy for that matter.

At that point in my life, I didn’t consider myself gay. In fact, I had a very small sex drive. I masturbated from time to time, but to listen to the guys in gym class, they jerked off twelve times a day, and probably did it in their sleep as well. Sometimes, I would see a photo of a guy in a magazine and would wish that I were that handsome, so I sometimes jerked off while looking at that picture. Honestly, there were no guys at school that I secretly pined for; there were no guys I tried to get a sneak peek at in the shower. There was no one that I wished would teach me the ropes.

As I reached my senior year of college, I took a real hard look at myself. I began to wonder if I were asexual. I hadn’t met anyone I wanted to spend my life with. I hadn’t met anyone I wanted to sleep with. I didn’t hang out with anyone. I really didn’t find anyone interesting. I didn’t avoid people, but I didn’t go out of my way to be with people. I didn’t enjoy drinking, so none of the parties really drew me in. Even the computer science club had been a bust. Too many people who wanted to play video games. I figured that I would have been a mountain man if I had been born two hundred years earlier.

My first job was with an insurance company that wanted to streamline its data processing. I found the job challenging; it took up a regular forty hour week; there was no overtime, no weekends, no impossible to meet deadlines. Suddenly, I was thirty, but I still enjoyed the work. Then the company sold to a larger one. I still had a job, but the departments changed, the goals changed, and I was in a job with a horrible, monotonous routine and deadlines that were impossible. The supervisors in charge did not understand the realities of good programming. They demanded things be on time rather than bug-free. I spent extra hours to do the job right; they weren’t paying me for the extra hours, but I knew I had to do what was ethically right.

One day, a supervisor came in and basically yelled at the entire programming team because she didn’t think we were going to make our target deadline. The stress of working so many hours and still getting lambasted resulted in my clenching my fists so tightly, that I broke the earpiece of my glasses. After work, I headed to the nearest optician shop to get them fixed or replaced.

Christopher met me at the door. He quickly found out what I needed. He looked up my records, found out that he could order a new earpiece, which he called a temple, and found an identical pair of frames in the store. He quickly switched out the temple from the new frame, and told me he would put the one he ordered on the store’s frame. Within a few minutes, I had a pair of glasses I could wear. I paid him for the temple. He smiled and said it was his pleasure, and I went home.

I stopped on the way home to get some Chinese food. I liked Kung Pao Chicken and hot and sour soup, but this time it seemed that the clerks at the restaurant seemed friendlier than usual. When I got back to my apartment and began eating, Christopher’s face popped into my head. I kept seeing him smile at me, and I realized how comfortable I felt talking to him, even though we hadn’t spoken for very long. As I ate, I tried to imagine how I could see him again and how our conversation would go.

I decided that I could go back the next day and tell him the glasses felt just a little too tight, or maybe just a little too loose. Maybe if he weren’t busy, we could talk, and I might find out something he was interested in that I was interested in, too.

The next day at work seemed really long. I raced through my work, and I left comments in the code for things I thought I could improve if I had more time. This seemed to satisfy my need to do a good job with my employer’s desire to get the job done fast. Finally, five o’clock arrived, and I headed out.

I walked straight to Christopher’s store. I didn’t see him when I went in, but I told the clerk at the front that I wanted Christopher to adjust my frames as they seemed to be just a little tight. I was more than disappointed to find out that it was Christopher’s week to work on Saturday, so he wasn’t there that day. The clerk offered to adjust my frames, but I lied and said that Christopher had been the only optician who seemed to get them just right for me.

I was surprised when she told me that she understood. “Chris is a very talented optician. A lot of people prefer to have him adjust their glasses.”

I left knowing that he would be working both Friday and Saturday. I went home and reheated my leftover Chinese food. I watched “Star Trek” on Netflix and then went to bed. I tossed and turned for at least an hour as I replayed scenario after scenario of conversations I might have with Chris. I finally fell asleep and woke up the next morning feeling groggy.

On Friday, I was given a new assignment, so I spent the day going over the specifications and formulating questions I would need answered before beginning. I was done early, and since there wasn’t anything else I could do on my project and no one else needed my help, I left early and headed to the optician’s.

Chris was helping someone when I got there. I saw the same clerk from the day before. I noticed her name was Leslie. She told me that she would let Christopher know that I was there for an adjustment.

I started looking at sunglasses while I waited, and I tried on several pairs. I found it rather confusing, because none of them seemed to make a difference in how I looked.

“Are you thinking about some sunglasses?” Christopher moved in front of me.

“I was thinking about it. But I’m going to need help picking a frame that looks good.”

“You shouldn’t have any trouble with that. Leslie tells me that your frames are giving you trouble.”

“Just a little. I think you got it almost perfect the first time, but can you help me pick a frame for my sunglasses first?” I asked him.

“Of course. Except for making you look good, is there anything else you were wanting specifically?”

“No,” I told him. “I’m going to go with what you recommend.”

He walked over to the display, pulled a pair of frames from the shelf, and put them on me. “I like those.” He said it with such confidence that I agreed right away. He asked me to sit at a dispensing desk, and began filling out the order. “It’s Noah Anderson, right?”

“That’s right. How’d you remember?” I felt my heart beating a little faster.

“You were in just the other day.” He smiled.

His eyes were a beautiful shade of dark green. I felt my dick get hard. What was happening to me here. Guys didn’t make me have erections. But then neither did girls.

This guy was definitely giving me an erection.

“Is something wrong?”

“No. Nothing’s wrong.” I looked at his handsome face.

“What is it then? Wait, I need to adjust your glasses, don’t I.”

“About that,” I hesitated. “I lied about needing them fixed. They’re just fine.” I could see Christopher bite his lower lip. In my mind, I played out a scene that I dreaded. He’s had guys come onto him and turned them down because he has a girlfriend or a wife. Just my luck, the first guy in my life whom I find attractive has someone else.

“So.” He waited for my explanation.

I just looked at him. I was ashamed of lying.

“Do you want the sunglasses?”

“Yes, I do,” I told him. “I’m sorry for the lie. I wanted to talk to you; I wanted an excuse to do it.”

“I’ll forgive you. Will you forgive me for lying to you?”

“About what?” I couldn’t imagine what he had lied about.

“When I told you how I remembered your name.”

Now it was my turn to smile.

He turned to Leslie. “It’s almost time for me to leave. I’m going to go a little early. Leslie nodded at him. “The sunglasses should be ready by the middle of next week.”

I reached for my wallet.

“Let’s take care of that when they come in.” He put the paperwork in a tray and placed it on a shelf behind him. “Now, let’s go and talk.”

We walked out of the shop and into the afternoon sunlight. None of my scenarios covered this situation.

“On Fridays,” I told him, “I always get pizza and get a movie from Redbox.”

“You always do that?”

“For as long as I can remember.”

“Let’s talk about that, too. Maybe it’s time for a change.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “Which way do you go home?”

Pointing toward the north, I said, “Hamilton Avenue.”

“And I go east on MacArthur. So let’s go south.”

“I don’t know where that goes,” I admitted. “I’ve never needed to go that way.”

“It’s a new way for me, too.” Christopher smiled.

I smiled back. “It’s a new adventure.”

“That it is,” Christopher returned. “Now, talk to me.”

As we walked, I told him that before meeting him the other day, I had never really had an attraction to another person, and since meeting him, he seemed to pervade my thoughts. I told him that I needed to talk to him, to get to know him better, and that my brain kept telling me that he could be the one I’ve been waiting for; although up until now, I never realized I was waiting for anyone.

Christopher Bond, thirty-two, never married, one serious relationship just out of college, failed because his boyfriend couldn’t keep it in his pants. The information came spilling out; more information than I think I wanted to know, but at least he was honest. He hadn’t had sex in over a year, and that was with a friend of his cousin while on a trip to the beach. He had a master of library science, but he had been lured into the optical business by his brother-in-law.

At that point in his story, we were standing in front of a Burger King. We went inside, and I bought a Whopper with cheese, chicken fries, and a Dr. Pepper for him. He bought me a Whopper with cheese, no onions, onion rings, and a Coke. It seemed rather manly that each of us paid for the other’s meal and that we didn’t go dutch. We took our meals to go, and as we walked back to my apartment (because it was closer), we talked about our favorite childhood memories.

I unlocked the door to my apartment and let Chris go inside first. I asked him to excuse the mess, because I hadn’t thought about our coming here after meeting him at the shop. On the way up the stairs, we had decided to watch a movie together, and we discovered that we were both fans of 1950s sci-fi. We decided on “When Worlds Collide.” It was part of my DVD collection.

Chris started the movie while I got us a Coke. I placed them on the coffee table and sat at one end of the couch. With the movie started, he came and sat right next to me. He put his hand on my leg and pushed himself back. Once settled back, he put one arm around my shoulder. He smiled at me again, and I’m sure those dark green eyes made my dick begin to get hard again. I snuggled into him.

Concentrating on the movie proved difficult for me. Feeling his body next to mine, even though it wasn’t bare skin to bare skin, excited me. I glanced at his face from time to time, and his arm and pulled me more closely to him each time. One time he leaned his head over and kissed my ear; another time, he kissed my temple. I wondered what it would be like to fall asleep and wake up next to him.

The rocket landed safely on Zyra, and everyone looked out at the matte painting of the new world, and the movie ended. Chris turned his head and kissed me. I think I’d wanted him to do that since I first met him two days earlier. It was my first kiss, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I moved my body so that my head faced his. There was no loud smacking like there is in some kissing scenes in movies. Instead, our lips gently brushed together. I moved my arm so that my hand was on his pectoral muscle. It was big and muscular, and just touching it made my cock throb.

My lips were gently pushed apart by Chris’ tongue. There was the faint taste of ketchup but mostly it was a sweet taste that I would come to know as the taste of Chris. The tip of his tongue squeaked against my front teeth; I felt his tongue explore my mouth, and I sucked it into mine. Chris pulled his tongue back and then plunged it into my mouth again. Then he grabbed the back of my head and pulled our lips so tightly together that our teeth met. He began to chew on my lips.

I wanted to kiss his nipples, so I started to unbutton his shirt. He moved his hands down and helped me. Once the shirt was open, I pushed the collar over his shoulders and part way down his arms. His arms were held in place, and I leaned forward and ran the tip of my tongue around his areolas while my hands moved up and down his hairy chest. I straddled one of his legs and rubbed my crotch on his muscular thigh. Chris tried to stand up, but my body pinned him on the couch. He struggled to get free of his shirt, but he wasn’t successful.

As I began to kiss his other nipple, I moved my hand to his crotch. I felt his hard penis beneath the folds of his pants. “I hope my dick isn’t too much of a disappointment.”

I sat back on his knee and nearly slid off onto the floor. How could he think any part of him would be a disappointment to me? “Never,” I told him. I helped him remove his shirt. “Do you want to stay here on the couch or go to the bedroom?”

“Wait,” his tone seemed serious. “Before anything else happens, I want you to know that my dick is very thin. It’s the reason my boyfriend cheated on me. And the last time I was with someone, he started to call me pencil.”

“They both sound like assholes to me. What I just felt seemed big enough to me.”

We spent about a minute in silence just looking at one another. I saw a handsome man with broad shoulders and a muscular, hairy chest. He looked like the pictures of men I’d always hoped to look like, and I realized that I had been wrong. It wasn’t the man I wanted to be; it was the man I wanted. And here he was.

“You haven’t answered me. Here or the bedroom?” It didn’t matter which answer he gave me, I was prepared to give him as much of me as he wanted. I seemed to see his eyes glisten.

He began to stand up, and I let him this time. “I don’t know if what I’m feeling now is the beginning of love or whether it’s a huge dose of lust because you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met. I choose the bedroom.

My arms wrapped around him, and I kissed him deeply. He returned the kiss. I wanted him. At that moment I would have traded all my possessions to have him. His arms reached around me and lifted me by my ass. My toes dangled just above the ground. He kissed me again then let my body slide down to the ground as he pulled my shirt off over my head.

He now saw my skinny chest in all its lack of splendor, but he pulled me to him. “Lead the way.”

I took him to my bedroom. A simple full-sized bed with a small headboard and a simple nightstand were the only furniture. Wide board blinds covered the windows. “You’re the first person I’ve ever brought to my bedroom.” We stood at the doorway as we looked into the room.

“Maybe I’ll be the only man you ever bring.”

His words surprised me. I knew the feelings I had inside were stronger than I had ever expected, but I wondered if that was the result of letting myself feel them for the first time. Maybe they were this strong because of the man I was standing next to. Was he feeling things that strongly? I believed he was.

He grasped my hand gently in his and kissed me gently. “Let’s make love,” he whispered.

I was his, and I knew I would let him do anything he wanted.

He reached his arms around me and pulled me up and to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Our chests touched. I could feel the hair on his chest with mine; it made me want him more. I released the grasp I had with my legs and he lowered me back to the floor. I lowered myself down and pressed my face into his crotch. I could feel his fingers run through my hair as I undid the buckle of his belt. I pressed my lips against him. I could feel his cock twitch. Unzipping his pants, I tugged them down to his ankles. I could see the outline of his dick beneath his underwear.

I grabbed the elastic band and moved it down. His dick seemed to make it more difficult to pull them down, but then it suddenly popped loose and pointed right at me. Honestly, I couldn’t imagine anyone making fun of his cock. I could tell it was thinner than mine, but it was incredibly straight. It seemed about six to seven inches long, and it was uncut. About one-half an inch peeked out from the foreskin, and the piss-slit was perfectly centered in the opening. I leaned forward and kissed the tip; then I spread open my lips and ran my tongue over the head and massaged the slit with the tip of my tongue.

Christopher moaned softly, so I knew he liked what I was doing. With my lips around the tip of his cock, I sucked the head into my mouth. The foreskin moved back, and I ran my tongue around the head. I wanted to feel the length of his member in my mouth, but I was worried about hurting him with my teeth or gagging on its length. I began to move up and down with my lips holding tightly to maintain suction. With each downward motion, I took more of him into my mouth. I started to feel the head hit the back of my throat. He continued to moan, and suddenly my lips were at the base. Knowing his entire cock was in my mouth made my cock harden and strain against my pants. I reached around and held onto his ass cheeks as I moved up and down his dick more rapidly.

“Slow down, Noah. You’re going to make me cum. I don’t want to cum yet.”

I obeyed his wish and released him. He pulled me up and kicked off his pants and underwear. Directing me to the bed, he pushed me back and removed the rest of my clothing. He moved on top of me and covered my mouth with his. I felt his hand toying with my dick. I felt his finger run across the opening and saw it glistening with precum as he licked it.

“Just a hint of saltiness,” he said.

I smiled, and he moved down between my legs. He ran his tongue down the shaft of my penis and then began to kiss and lick my balls. He sucked one of my balls into his mouth. The pressure of it was one of those feelings that seemed a little uncomfortable and then felt really great. I felt Christopher’s finger run across my ass pucker. It felt wonderful, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of the surface of his tongue massaging my asshole. I moaned his name, and he continued to give me the most intense pleasure with his lips and tongue.

His fingers encircled my penis as his mouth left a wet trail up my abdomen and chest. He ran his tongue on my jawline and then across my lower lip. We began to kiss again when his finger circled my asshole and then slipped inside. I gasped and began to pant. I was embarrassed that I sounded like a dog on a hot day when Chris slipped two fingers inside me. Tears filled my eyes, but it wasn’t because of pain; there was no pain. The feeling gave me the desire to shove my penis into a tight hole, but I felt paralyzed by the incredible sensation.

Chris moved between my legs and with his strong muscular arms, he bent my knees up to my chest. I reached my hands up and pulled his head to mine and kissed him, then I reached down and pushed the head of his dick against my anus. I wanted him. I could tell by his face that he wanted me.

The initial pressure of his dick trying to push into me felt really good. Then I had the sensation that I was going to have a bowel movement. It was not a comfortable feeling. Then it was as if his cock popped inside me. That was a rush, as if all my nerve endings screamed for joy. Chris pushed himself all the way in me. He was gentle, and the action was filled with love and caring. He stopped pushing. “Are you alright, baby?”

“Yes. Oh, yes.” I tilted my hips just slightly and the pleasure increased.

Chris breathed out with a pleasure filled moan and then began to slide out and push in. I made little gasps as he did. Others may disagree, but this moment was worth waiting for. The motion began to speed up; my dick throbbed harder with each of his thrusts. We became one synchronous motion that reminded me of the steam engine on a train. At some point, every muscle in my body seemed to contract, and a stream of liquid cum expelled from my cock with a force I had not witnessed prior. My sphincter tightened around Chris, and he thrust with more enthusiasm, and I felt a pressure within me as he filled me with his cum.

We collapsed down. He was still on top of me. His mouth next to my cheek and his rapid breathing prevented him from talking. I wrapped my arms around him and held him to me. When our heartbeats slowed to normal, I led him to the shower. We had fun lathering up and rinsing off, and we ended up using all the hot water. Shivering in the cold, we quickly toweled and got into bed. We snuggled together, both on our sides. I held him close; I didn’t want to let go, and I haven’t. We’re still together twenty years later.

And he’s still never charged me for those sunglasses.