Noah and Ben

[brasilboy1]

Noah fidgets nervously with the key in his hand, trying to figure out why it won't unlock his apartment door. He inserts it into the deadbolt, but it stubbornly refuses to turn. Noah turns to his friend Ben and asks if he's been back to his apartment today.

Ben shakes his head, looking just as perplexed as Noah. "No, I haven't been anywhere near your place," he says, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Noah pulls the key out of the lock and inspects it carefully. It's definitely the right key, but he can't figure out why it's not working. He tries again, jiggling the key a little and turning it with force, but it sticks once more before finally turning.

"That's never happened before," Noah mutters to Ben, his heart racing and his mind filling with worry.

As he steps inside, he takes a quick look around, checking for any signs of a break-in. Everything seems to be in order, but Noah can't shake the feeling that something isn't quite right. He decides to call the landlord to report the issue, just to be safe.

Noah's landlord, Mrs. Pringle, is notorious for being a difficult and unhelpful person to deal with. He dreads having to call her but knows he doesn't have a choice if he wants to get the lock fixed.

Noah pulls his cellphone from his pocket and find's the number to the leasing office. He taps the screen, and it begins to ring. On the third ring, the automated system picks up.

"Thank you for calling Sunset Shores Apartments, beach side living at its finest, with amenities like our on site fitness center, in unit washer and dryer hook ups, walk-in closets, and heated pool, to name just a few. If your interested in renting with us please press (1) now for availability or to speak with our leasing agent. If you're already a tenant and have a maintenance request, please press (2) now."

Noah presses two on the dial pad.

"If this is a regular maintenance request for issues a like a minor leak, air filters, or other small issues, non-emergency key replacement, please press (1), for all other maintenance issues, please press (2) to be connected to our 24/7 answering service."

Noah pulls the phone from his ear once more and presses one on the dial pad.

"Please briefly describe the issue you are having, making sure to provide us with your apartment number and good call back number should we need to reach you related to this issue."

"Mrs. Pringle, this is Noah Ballard from apartment 107. I just got home from work, may be five minutes ago, it's 4:07 right now. It looks like someone has been tampering with the dead bolt on my apartment's front door. Can you send Lester over to check it out? Please give me a call at eight-oh-one, five-five-five, one-seven-seven-three to let me know if you need me to be here when Lester comes to fix it."

Hanging up the phone, Noah turns to Ben and says, "I'm going to get out of these dirty work clothes and take shower. Here's my phone, would you answer it if the leasing office calls?"

"Sure," Ben replies, as Noah walks into his bedroom, shedding his clothing piece by piece as he makes his way past his bed. The small of his back glistening with sweat from a hard day's work. His pants drop to the ground as he passes the threshold of the bathroom, obscuring his nakedness from Ben's view. "Is there anything specific I should tell them?"

Noah replies, sticking his head out of the bathroom door, "Yeah, let Mrs. Pringle know that my key was giving me a lot of problems unlocking the dead bolt and that it looks like someone may have tried to force their way in. Find out if they can fix it before we leave."

"Will do."

Noah's head disappears as he pulls it back into the bathroom, closing the door as he does so. He reaches into the shower, turning its single knob so that the crack in its face points strait out the shower door parallel to the floor, his comfort zone, letting it warm before stepping in. He looks into the mirror over the lavatory as he waits, studying the small imperfections on his face, trying to avoid looking into his own eyes. It's no use. His eyes link with their reflection in the mirror. Noah's mind stills, the racing thoughts fade into silence. A voice from deep within rises to the fore, "What do you want for yourself, Noah?"

Tears begin to well up in Noah's eyes, as his gaze falls into the depths of his eyes' reflection. "To know love. To be loved. To love," Noah slowly says, mouthing the words, to the voice within, still staring into the reflection of his eyes as they are slowly obscured by condensation forming on the mirror. Noah takes in deep breath and closes his eyes, slowly exhaling through his nose.

He steps into the hot shower, closing it's glass door as the warm water washes over his body. He puts his face into the stream, the heat of the flowing water soothing the soreness and swelling in his eyes. He stands there in the warm flow for a few moments allowing the tiredness and ache a long day to wash down the drain.

Instinctively, Noah reaches, with his eyes closed, for the shower poof and pumps two dollops of shower gel onto it. He works the shower get into a thick lather and begins to scrub the sweat and stench of fish from his body, beginning with his face and working his way down the length of his body. As he touches himself, he imagines Ben there beside him, reaching out and touching his body softly, delicately tracing his body with the tips of his fingers, rolling his nipples between his fingers. Noah's member starts to grow has he imagines Ben's hands gliding down his body. He caresses it as he washes, which encourages it to grow. He moves on to his crack and legs, scrubbing gently.

Having reached his toes, Noah rinses the soap from the poof and hangs it from the hook dangling from the shower head. He reaches for the shampoo and squirts one dollop in the palm of his hand. Working it into a rich later before applying it to his hair, he massages his scalp, his hair silkily running through his fingers. Turing the water to cool, he rinses his hair quickly. As the last remnants of shampoo slide down Noah's body, he adjusts the temperature of the water to warm again, turning around to rinse any soap still on his back. He faces the shower head once more and allows the warm water to run over his face before turning off the water and sliding the shower door open.

With his eyes closed and water dripping down his face, Noah reaches, for the towel normally hanging from the towel rack beside the shower. It's not there. He remembers. It's still on the floor in front of his bed where he left it this morning. The others are folded neatly on the dryer where Ben had placed them this morning.

"Shit, shit, shit...," Noah thinks to himself as water drips from his body wetting his bathroom floor. He cracks the door slightly and calls out, "Ben, can you bring me a towel. I was so anxious to get the stench of fish off my body, I forgot I left the one I used this morning on the floor by my bed." He closes the door again to keep the steam from filling his bedroom.

"Sure," Ben replies, leaving Noah's bed, to get a fresh towel from the laundry. He returns and rounds the corner to the bathroom door. Without thinking, he reaches for the doorknob and pulls the door open. Noah stands there, facing Ben, droplets of water slowly dripping down his body. His erect penis pointing proudly immediately draws Ben's attention. Ben chuckles slightly, a grin growing across his face as his eyes move up Noah's torso and chest. Their eyes meeting, Noah's face blushes with embarrassment as he takes the towel from Ben's hand, covering his nakedness.

Ben's eyes remain locked with Noah's as their gazes grow deeper. They both remain silent in this moment, pregnant with potential.

"Thank you," Noah says, taking the towel from Ben's hand, he covers himself.

"My pleasure."

"I'm sure it was!" Noah thinks to himself, not yet comfortable enough to parse the quip out loud.

Ben steps back and Noah again closes the bathroom door. Once 'safely' inside, he removes the towel and continues to dry the rest of his body. He quickly applies a few drops of grooming oil to his hands and passes it through is hair. Wrapping his waist with the towel, he exits the bathroom.

"Did Mrs. Pringle call?"

"No. No one's called."

"Would you like to shower?"

"That sounds nice, I haven't washed up since leaving Pocatello Monday evening. The box with my clothes is still in the car, I'll run and grab it."

 

[brasilboy1]

continued....



Ben takes the phone from Noah's hand, saying, "Sure," as Noah walks into his bedroom removing his clothes piece by piece, finally dropping his pants as he rounds the corner to the bathroom. As Noah closes the door behind him, Ben walks over to Noah's bed and reclines against the stack of pillows lining the headboard.

He sets Noah's phone down on the bed beside him and closes his eyes and begins to daydream. In his fantasy, Noah walks out of the bathroom nude and lays face down on the bed beside him. He arches is back, sticking his butt into the air, then lays flat on the bed stretching his legs and arms out. He goes limp, reaching his right hand out and lets it fall palm down onto ben's abs. In his dream he reaches out with his right hand gently caresses the small of Noah's back. He begins to massage, making small circles with the tips of his fingers. With each stroke he moves closer to Noah's bottom, reaching the Venus's dimples he lifts his index and pinky fingers leaving only his middle and ring fingers pressing firmly into the sensual depression. A slight cooing sound passes Noah's lips.

Driven by desire, Ben opens his eyes and picks up Noah's dirty pajamas and brings their crotch to his nose. He inhales deeply, breathing in the musty, manly scent. He closes his eyes again, enraptured by the intoxicating aroma. His hands fall to his side leaving Noah's pajamas resting on his face as he continues to breath in Noah's scent. His hands move to his own crotch, grabbing at his erect penis through his shorts, its tip protruding slightly above the elastic of his Calvins.

A glistening drop of preëjaculate oozes from its opening, wetting the tips of Ben's fingers as he begins to unfasten the button of his shorts. He reaches inside, aching for release, yet wanting to save it's pleasure for his first time. Hey lays there, his member pulsing slowly in his hand.

Ben hears the whoosh of water from the shower stop; he quickly pulls his hands from his pants and refastens the button. His heart is racing; he knows that Noah likely shares his sentiments, but he'd rather not be caught fantasizing, perhaps a result of his stringent upbringing in the Latter-Day Saints.

He hears Noah exclaim form within the bathroom, "Shit, shit, shit!" The bathroom door opens.