Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2020 15:32:00 -0700
From: R G
Subject: Not Another Love Story Chapter 3N: Noah

None of the characters in this story are real, nor do they describe anyone
that exists in real life.  This is just a simple story that describes
male-on-male love, which can and will include sex scenes. If you are
uncomfortable with this, I advise you to stop reading.


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in any type of sexual encounter, please use the safe sex guidelines
provided by a Licensed Medical Doctor such as using a condom or not
exposing a stranger's semen to mucosal surfaces like your mouth or anus.


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(Brief Summary: Bottom POV with "Dominant" Total Top, Dark Meta-Content)

***

I hesitated. Here was Noah at my doorstep. He knows my name, he remembered
I was a teacher and looked it up specifically. There must have been
something there, some spark that I can set on fire. And I just had sex with
another man before he even told me his name. Does it count if I wasn't
"dating" him? To put my conscience at-ease, I told Noah, "I slept with
Benjamin the night before and had a beautiful time with him. But, I loved
my time with you more. I do give you a second chance if you give me a
second chance. I choose you, Noah."


My gamble worked, Noah smiled and said that he could care less. He said,
"You just learned my name today, how could we possibly have had any
expectations from each other unless you specifically say them? If you can
trust yourself to communicate openly with your loved one, I can trust
myself to communicate openly with my loved one. I am a lucky man that both
happen to be the same man."


I blush at the implication of the statement, almost as if he was proposing
(and in a way he was).  He told me he was technically an actor/model. He
came clean to me and said he was hired by that Republican booth that night
to "gently" encourage people who were coming in that direction. He said
their were 8 people in the booth so that at the very least there were 2
homosexual and 2 heterosexual of each gender defined by Republican Eyes. He
was actually swing, ironic, but he was serious about it when he was talking
with me.


He said when he was talking to me, he knew I was so clearly disinterested
in what he was saying that the only reason I stopped was because he
asked. He said that the night he left was both the worst and best night of
his life. He was just about to make some money because that was his job,
but was about to leave someone he could be in love with. He couldn't stop
thinking about it. That was why he specifically looked at each photo of the
professor directory in the school's website to find my name. Once he knew
my name, he came to me. But that was always his personality, a go-getter
and a man with a plan. He knew what he was doing, and everytime it was
exciting for our sex-life and he was always the dominant. I knew anytime I
wanted sex, he was always down and did something interesting each time, in
control and knew the perfect blend of confidence with dominance. He and I
played so many sex role-plays, which I must say has a 4th dimension when
your lover is an actual actor. Also with you playing hide-and-go seek with
the media made our sex life full of suprises.


He was telling me that in order to maximize his career, he had to stay
"single" according to his agent. He was trying to sell to both sides, so
being single means more people hoping he will be theirs. But he made the
promise to me that he and I were in love with each other only.


It was about that time that the papers came out with scandalous
covers. "Noah Right Hand Man, Noah Right Hand's Ring?" As part of his media
control we laid low for a while and everyone forgot. Some of the stories
published included some stories where I cheat, or I murdered someone, or
that I was holding him hostage against his will. We both had a good
laugh. Then it happened, that one role. He got a role in a movie that
happened to be a block-buster. We became millionaires, which we then
invested and created a very comfortable lifestyle for us. My husband is
still as handsome as the day I met him, and everytime I look into his
blue-green eyes I could get lost. He says the same, believe it or not, but
usually says it during lovemaking when he is teasing me. Because he stays
"single," he continues to get parts that require an incredibly in-shape man
capable of any acting position or role including love scenes. To keep the
"image" he always has these "brief flings" with actors and actresses. But
he always came back to me every night. We get to take multiple cruises all
over the world, I get to join him as part of his "entourage" as consultant
and meet so many celebrities and see so many fascinating things in this
world.


But life can't be that simple, otherwise everyone would be happy. While he
stayed the perfect specimen of a man his entire life because of his rigid
discipline, I did not. I was not quite as genetically blessed as I hoped I
was and aged like people tend to do and as I did, my sex drive started
slowing down. Sure, I was horny as hell all the time, but sometimes having
a good slow session with someone you love is what you want, and sometimes
you just want to have it hard and fast. I was scared because I knew he was
constantly horny and if my sex drive went down or I got to old looking, he
would drop me, but I remembered to communicate openly with him. When I did,
he listened in silence and then hugged me.


He said that he said we would communicate openly and we will. "I am
constantly horny, your presence alone gets me horny. I don't know why, but
it does. But I can't rely on masturbation and hand-jobs. I need more. If
you and I can have an open and honest relationship, I can get my sexual
needs satisfied, but always get to come back to my love. Don't worry,
though, you always get first dibs, second dibs, third dibs, fourth dibs..."
as he begins another wonder session of love-making.


I agreed because now his presence was what I wanted most of the time. But
now whenever he gets those roles that require him to be a sex symbol and he
has to do a passionate scene, I can't help but rub my hand wishing for that
ring and praying that those eyes wouldn't do to them what they did to
me. There was even one time that even though Noah was completely safe using
every guideline, there was the briefest Herpes scare because he was
swinging with other people, but it turned out negative and we were
unconcerned. We stopped using condoms ages ago with each other only and get
tested regularly.


We fast forward in life, and now here I am at the age of 83 as I watch the
ocean that is right outside the balcony in the bed. I can't believe that it
really has been that long. Noah comes in and snuggles right next to me,
wrapping his arms around me always embracing, holding me against him.  He
sighs contentedly and whispers that when I said yes to his second chance,
that he was the happiest man in the world.  I look over at him in the
moonlight and even at his age, he looks like a drop-dead knockout, and I
still don't know how he maintains the discipline. He still has to maintain
his "image'', so we are careful outside so he still remains "single." Many
times I am left feeling alone, so I branch out with my interests, which
don't quite match his. I feel the desire swelling for his body but my
ability to keep up with his energy is exhausting and cuddling sounds really
good too. You feel his cock swell in the folds in your crack, but he is not
insistent, just wondering if tonight is a "first dibs" night, and content
to cuddle as well.


I sigh internally, as I wonder as I always do if this night will be like
the first, if he really will always come back or one day will he leave with
no notice and me wondering what happened? Since he is an actor by trade, he
stars in so many roles, and he uses his sex appeal in so many ways that
critics never find him stale, I can't help but wonder if he will enchant
another person who has a stronger sex drive, better body, another actor. I
can't count the number of ways that another person would be better than me
and why he would choose them over me. I always wonder what would have
happened if I had chosen Benjamin, someone who was willing to come out in
front of the Dean for me and perfect commitment, would have turned out.


I dismiss those thoughts because at least for tonight, Noah is here and he
is real. I smile with a tear forming in my eye because I always remember
how I felt when that first night ended.

***