I have considerable exposure to events and there is wisdom for one to draw from at any age.  I think I'm cool.

Today, like most days, I wonder what interest will impart my thoughts and corrupt my imagination. All the looking, checking and hooking seems so un-necessary. It makes sense, to let things happen.  However, when it comes to doing that; I am wandering on a highway that seems to go no place.

I have a deep fantasy for some man, to maneuver me, into a fiery friendship. I don’t look at women the same way. I like hanging with women as friends.  Sometimes women have ideas that go beyond the buddy system and it drives me nuts.

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It was raining Thursday morning when I drove to the supermarket to stock up on dog food for two husky labs that my older brother Carl adopted from the animal shelter. The dogs, Rusty and Cocoa, live with me now, and the three of us are one big happy family.

The rain was steady but on the gentle side. The air was motionless and since the wind was calm, nothing bothered me. The radio tuned to country music, and I stopped for a red light, humming some ridiculous tune.

Standing in the wet, with water dripping off a slick yellow rain jacket was somebody that looked familiar to me. He was shifting from one foot to another and looking uncomfortable waiting for a bus.

I remembered where I had seen him before.  He works at the supermarket market in town, as a cashier. He is charismatic towards customers. People like that are easy to remember. I suppose charm is a job requirement, nevertheless, charisma comes natural to some people.

The window came rolling down, with water spraying in my face.  The light turned green and the honking began immediately. It was like driving in Italy.

I had no choice but to move. I wiped my face with the back of my hand and pulled into the bus stop area, to get out of the line of traffic.

"Hey Noah, need a lift?" I yelled.

"I'm waiting for a bus. Do I know you?"

"Not really, you work at the supermarket and that is where I am headed. Come on." I yelled to him.

He came running over and got in the front seat. "I'm getting your car wet," apologizing for the water.

"Ah, it's only water, don't worry about it. It will evaporate."

He flipped the hood back from his head and displayed a smile that would melt ice.

"Dang, I thought to myself... you can’t fake delicious."

I never really had a type.'  I figured I would know it when I saw it. Not that it was going to do me any good.  He was so outgoing and friendly that it pained me straight to my toes with envy.

"I'm Noah."

"I know."

"You do? - Oh my name tag, yeah sure, you know my name; but I don’t know you.”

"We can fix that. My name is Josh."

"Humm, Noah and Joshua; we have names straight from the bible."  He commented.

"No doubt – that's the name my parents gave me. Everyone calls me Josh, but when my mom gets upset, she calls me Joshua." 

"Yeah, that s funny, teachers will do that too," he added.

“Really, what did teachers call you?”

“Noah!”

“Good one.”

We reached the supermarket and Noah got out in front of the store. I parked and went inside looking for dog food. Noah was nowhere in sight.

I was bending over lifting a 60 lb. bag of dog food when somebody touched me from behind and put their arms around my waist.  I almost dropped the bag on the floor, but it slid gently back down my leg and rested on top of my shoes.

Noah had grabbed me from behind. "Josh, hey dude I didn't thank you for the lift. Guess my thoughts were elsewhere. “thanks man, here, let me help you with that bag."

I started to say, "No, that's okay, I have it" but stopped short.  Noah was wearing a red employees vest open in the front.  When he bent over to lift the bag of dog food into my cart, his pants pulled firm across his backside and exposed a hard intense butt only inches from my face.

Yeow, but he was nice. I imagined what it would be like to rip off those pants and bite that ass. Well, get a grip, that isn’t gonna happen.

I went to check out, there was a line waiting in Noah's aisle, however not in the speedy checkout lane.  I paid for the dog food and left.

If I possessed more than pint-size wisdom, I should have been direct. I would have asked him to see a movie with me or some such silly thing.  He may have said `not interested,' but it was worth a try.

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A few days later, I went to the mall with my friend Marie. She was intent on looking at shoes and I was interested in looking at computers.

She met a friend from school Mary Ann, and the two of them took off together hunting for shoes.  I get bored doing nothing, so I went to the food court for a slice of pizza and something to drink.

It seemed like only minutes when somebody slid beside me and said.  "Hey goof ball, where have you been hiding?" – It was Noah.

"Hey Noah, I haven't been hiding. Just been hanging around the house. I am waiting for my friend Marie. She’s at a shoe store buying lord knows what."

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"Hell No, we are just friends. I don't have a girlfriend. I am gay."

"I don't date girls either." Noah replied. “Nope, I never do.”

When Noah said that, he was really affecting me, and if I stood up, everybody would know it. So I remained seated at the table sipping my drink and waiting for my stuff to go back to sleep.

"How come you didn't use my checkout line with your dog food?" Noah asked.

"The line was too long and I ended up in speedy checkout."

"I know you did. I saw you checking out."

"Really?"

"Yeah, of course – really.  I wanted to watch you."

"Sort of like a guardian angel huh?"

"Yeah, you might say it's something like that."

The more Noah spoke and got closer to me the more excited I became, if that was even possible.

Marie and Mary Ann were coming towards us caring packages. Mary Ann looked at Noah as if he was prime rib, (she loves hot men) but Noah didn't return the same look.

Instead, he bumped my knee under the table and got up to leave. I'm not sure if it was by accident or intentional, I just know, I liked Noah touching me.  Of course, I had to think it meant something.

"Got to run mall hikers, don't spend all your greenbacks.  Catch ya later."

"Yeah sure," I replied – “later.”

Noah had scribbled a number on a napkin and left it on the table. He didn't try to hide it. He just left it there. Then he walked away leaving me moist and sticky.

I text Noah later and found out he was working four days a week at the supermarket. The hours were screwy and constantly changing. After that, we began texting on a regular basis.

Noah drove an older white pick up around town and used it for hauling plants for his mother's garden. I guess that included groceries and big items too.

The day I met him waiting for a bus, his truck was in the garage getting a transmission job. That was a lucky break for me (the rain that is) because it gave me the opportunity to offer him a ride.  We became friends in no time, and liked doing the same things. We shared an attachment that seemed to go beyond the buddy system. It was nothing we talked about, but something we felt.

We went to a basketball game, a couple of movies and stock car races. The game I could handle, but the stock car races began to piss me off. It was frustrating because I wanted more than just a lot of noise and racetrack dirt in my face, for something to do.

He could draw me in with those dark eyes like flies on a piece of candy. Men don't normally look at one another that way, without jumping into bed, but we did. All we did was look. It was strange beyond belief.

Noah was a trim good-looking package with an infectious smile and a sexy walk, short-cropped dark hair and piercing dark eyes.  No kidding, he was good-looking, not drop dead gorgeous – just good looking.

I was constantly getting hard whenever he sat close to me or the conversation tilted toward sex. I no longer tried to hide it. Noah would look at my swollen crotch and say "grr-ruff" followed by a silly laugh.

"I'm not stupid Josh. I see it in your jeans.  I like looking at it too."

"You mean like being a little gay?"

"How the fuck can somebody be a little gay?"

"Beats me – can't really, I suppose.”

"Now you're making me comfortable."- Noah said opening his legs and showing a package on the side of his leg.

 "How about that..." I said teasing, you like me.”

"Oh, shut up."

"Sorry...I'm just saying!!"

"Never mind, don't shut up, I'm gonna look if I want too." Noah snapped comfortable in what he was saying. “After all, we are friends.”

"You want to kiss me, don't you?" I said to him. "Yeah, I bet you would kiss me right now."

"I don't kiss friends."

"Not even if your friend is Joshua?"

"I suppose I could do that."  Noah replied tilting his head and spearheading those dark eyes into my face. He was smiling and I knew he wanted to go there. I'm not stupid either.

Our conversation got around to sex and that meant exploring each other's body.  At least that's what I wanted it to mean. Checking out fast cars, getting high and girl fucking is crap that never appealed to me. That's why I have very few straight friends. It doesn't matter, I have Noah. I'm sure of that.

My desire is to rip his underwear off and squeeze his firm bubble butt. My thoughts are constantly zeroing in on lust. I’m definitely oversexed, when it comes to Noah. I want to be so naughty with him. Everything considered, we are right for each other.

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Noah was driving one day coming back from the mall. He drove along Cass Road, where new homes are under construction.  The road dead ends with overgrown land, covering several acres of farmland. 

"Come on, said Noah as he turned off the ignition and jumped out of the truck. I want to show you something."

He walked ahead of me until we were out of view from the truck, and stopped. He turned around and began taking his clothes off.  I mean all his clothes.  His body was being unwrapped like a birthday present and I actually began to feel weak.

He was slim built, but smooth and above average – way above average.  The last thing to drop was his underwear exposing an amazing silky smooth, straight as an arrow big dripping gift, no exaggeration.

"For me?" I asked.

"Oh Yeahhh," Noah replied staring at me, eye to eye. "Take it."

I put my arms around him so fast that I almost stumbled tripping over vines on the ground. I held his face with both of my hands and kissed and kissed him like a wild man, and in seconds, we were on the ground.

I felt his hand slide slowly down my back, slipping his fingers against my bare flesh and massaging the firmness of my hips. I knew then, what Noah wanted, and it made me anxious for more. He was playing this gutsy move the same way I would have done it. I knew he was willing to do anything with me. Was I lucky – or what?

I placed my hand on his chest and caressed wherever I could reach. Nothing was out of bounds. I put my hands around the back of his legs and wouldn't let him pull away. He wasn't small by any means. I'm just good at doing what I do.

"Josh" Noah Screamed. That was about all he could utter as his body trembled and he began spurting nectar.  I kid you not – it was a moment in time.  I suppose I could have described it in a filthy manner, but this was a class act, so why mess it up with untamed adjectives, phony numbers, and dirty talk.

"Ohh Josh, I just got drained by the Star Ship Enterprise.”

"Yeah", was all I could say."  I could have said more, but we were basking in the afterglow, so why talk about it.

Noah lay on the bare ground with me next to him on his right side. We both stared at the sky, still awkwardly trying to melt together into one tender body.

“Do you think there are tics on the ground?”  Noah asked, being concerned.

“Probably, we will have to look each other over.”

We got up immediately and checked one another, looking for any sign of a tic.  We were okay and found nothing.

We clicked together from pure animal lust. He had me on fire. So lust is what I originally thought; but I was mistaken.  It was more than that; a feeling of love gushed through the both of us and it was scary.

After the gay madness was put on hold, we dressed and went back to the truck. Noah asked, "Josh, this messing around...do you think it’s okay? I mean, are we sluts?"

"Where did that thought come from?  Nope, it isn't wrong, if that's what you're asking.  Sluts? Not us – its desire from within, that we handle just fine."  I’m not sure how truthful that was, but it sounded mighty convincing.

Noah began to get aroused again. He affected me the same way, if you can believe that. “Maybe we are sluts.” Noah said pinning me against the truck and kissing me like a scene from Key Largo.

"I want to be with you." He said, holding me against the truck mumbling and licking my ear.

"Oh fuck" I leaned back and cried out – "You slut!!"  I unbuckled my jeans and Noah worked his hand around the warmth of my body. He was where he wanted to be and I was happy.

Later that evening, we had dinner together and then went to a movie. I can’t remember what we saw, but I remember us sitting together with knees occasionally touching and the look on Noah’s handsome face with only the light coming from the screen. It felt like waking up to sunshine.

It’s a relief to know, we were no longer facing the unknown. The good things including love, you sometimes have to wait for; it makes being naughty better.

The End