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Subject: Ashton and Noah Chapter VIII Ashton and Noah Chapter VIII Okay, here we go again with the usual stuff that precedes the story. This story has sexual interactions betwixt an adult and a minor. If you’re not allowed to read this story because of age/location/religion/whatever, stop reading. If this stuff offends you, why are you even here? Go on an adventure. As the author of this story, I give a license to Nifty to display this story on their servers. This story is not to be displayed on any other website. Nifty needs all the help it can get. Please, consider a donation so you can continue to enjoy the many stories. Give `til it hurts! Gene Simmons and the rest of KISS were singing about how they wanted to rock and roll all night. I was hungry. I wanted some place to eat. I also needed to get gas. The new Tacoma truck was different in gas usage than my sedan which had been totaled when it went into the ditch. Finally, I saw a sign that advertised what I needed. Keeping one hand on the wheel, I reached across and gently shook Noah’s shoulder. He stirred and then yawned and stretched. I merged into the next lane so I could exit in a mile. “What’s up, Ash?” Noah asked as rubbed his eyes. “I’m hungry. The truck needs gas. Are you hungry?” “Yeah, I could eat. I’m famished actually.” Just off the exit there was the restaurant and gas station. It was called the Eat and Gas. Not high quality, but I was hungry. The lot was empty. It was after two in the afternoon, and past the time for the lunch rush. I pulled up right next to a window. I could see the empty booth inside. With Noah sitting across from me, I sat down. The menus were in laminated plastic, and stuck in the salt and pepper holder. Handing one to Noah, I began reading the contents. There were no pictures of the dishes. Probably because they’d be shining with grease. “Ash, are you seeing how unhealthy this place is?” Noah’s eyes peeped at me from over the top of his menu. “Yeah. It’s probably why it’s called the Eat and Gas. Oh well. Eat up. Jensen and Hardy aren’t here to grumble over the food.” In an hour, we were back on the road with full stomachs and a full tank of gas. Cheap Trick was singing “Surrender”. Driving west, I slipped my sunglasses on and we rolled wheels towards home. I had carefully considered the timing of our arrival. The sun was low when I slowed down and stopped at the guard shack at the entrance to the private gated community I lived in. Getting out of the truck, Noah and I were approached by the guard currently on duty. “Good evening, Mister Ridgeway. How was your vacation?” He had a clipboard a pen in his hand. “Hello, Billy. It was…interesting. Anyway, register this truck as mine. The sedan has been totaled. Also, this is Noah.” I placed my hands on his shoulders. “Things happened, and I have custody of him until October, at least.” “Sounds like a very exciting time.” Billy was filling out the vehicle registration form, and recording the license plate number. “Not much has changed here. I knew you were coming home soon when Cyrus came by for a few hours. He says he’s got everything taken care of.” “He’s always on the ball,” I said as we trailed Billy to the guard shack. Since Noah would be living with me, he needed to be registered as a resident. Soon, Noah had been photographed and had an access card that would let him into the swimming pool, the sauna, the weight room, and the community itself if he was on foot. Getting back into the truck, we headed to my house. The sky was blazing orange, and it was a beautiful sunset. I pulled into the long sweeping driveway, and stopped, the engine idling. I rolled down my window to enjoy the breeze. “Here we are, Noah; your new home.” His eyes traveled over the green grass, the red tiled roof of the house, the bright white exterior and the porch that wrapped all the way around the house. His mouth was opening more and more as he took in the sights. He turned and looked at me. “You live here?” he asked, voice full of wonderment. “No,” I said, taking him by the hand. “WE live here. Remember earlier this morning? I had you call Cyrus?” “Yeah,” he said, lacing his fingers with mine. “Look.” I pointed with my free hand. Noah finally saw the flagpole that stood tall and proud. Instead of the traditional American flag that flew on the other flagpoles in the neighborhood, it was a Jolly Roger. To be specific, the Jolly Roger that Calico Jack Rackham flew. A skull and a pair of crossed swords were on the black fabric. The flag flew and snapped smartly in the breeze. “A pirate flag?” Noah looked incredulous. Taking my foot off the break, I hit the button on the garage door opener and drove in. We got out, and began loading ourselves with our belongings. Unlocking the door that connected the garage with the house, I spoke. “I’ve always had a thing for pirates. Sail around, loot and plunder, and lounge on a beach. Sounds like a good time. Anyway, that’s Calico Jack Rackham’s Jolly Roger we’re flying. I have more, but I have one flagpole, so I can fly one flag at a time.” Taking the shortest route to the bedrooms, I showed Noah his room, and watched as he set his things down, and went around the room, examining it. He tested the mattress and the pillows. He went to the window and admired the view. He gently ran his fingers along the entertainment center. Big TV, surround sound, and a new Xbox awaited him along with a selection of games. When we were in the cabin, he had played my Xbox, but on my profile. I wanted him to have his own console so he could have all the storage space he needed. After examining everything, Noah followed me to my bedroom. The bed was king sized. The sheets were deliciously wonderful against naked skin, and like his, it had a full bathroom. I set my things down, and he began to help me unpack. We hadn’t made too much headway when the doorbell rang. Sighing, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and loaded up the security camera app. I recognized the two women standing on the porch. It had been a long day, and I had no patience to deal başakşehir escort with them. Noah trailed me to the front door. I opened it. I didn’t care to remember their names, but I remembered they were from the Home Owner’s Association. “Mister Ridgeway, we’re from the HOA, and we’re concerned about the influence your pirate flag might have on the youth of our community.” “It conveys the wrong image to our children.” “We want you to remove it.” “We’ve asked you repeatedly in the past, and you’ve never complied.” “We’re worried about the detrimental effect it’ll have on our children. They’ll think it’s okay to lie, cheat, and steal.” “It is not okay to do those things, Mister Ridgeway.” “We here at the HOA do not condone those acts. We hope upstanding members of the community such as you will set a good example for the good children of our community.” Finally, their little script ran out of steam. During their tag teaming, I had pulled out my phone, and loaded a banking app. I loaded the account summary page. It listed the balance of each account. I held the phone out, my fingers covering the account numbers. “This is the summary of the SOME of the many bank accounts I have. As you can see, I’m perfectly capable of buying a new house somewhere else with cash. I wouldn’t even have to sell this house, either! That’s how much money I have! I can move, and fill this house to the rafters with canned goods, and toiletry items, and you couldn’t stop me! I’d also go to the ghetto across town, and invite everyone to my house! You see, there are no rules as to when I can or can’t have visitors to my house! Think about it! A parade of gang members, drug addicts, and unwed single teenage mothers in our community every hour of every day just because you didn’t want me to fly a Jolly Roger! And may I remind you, if anyone comes onto my property to try and remove my flag, I have every right to stop the trespassers! Isn’t that lovely? I can meet them, pistols firing, and swords flashing!” As I said this, I spoke as cheerily as possible, and smiling as big as possible. I returned my phone to my pocket, and waited as their minds began to conjure up every imaginable horror that the ghetto could spew out. No doubt they saw gang members waging war. Everyone would be ducking bullets and tripping over dead bodies. No doubt they saw people injecting heroin on every street corner, pregnant teenagers giving birth in the streets, the police answering calls every day and every night. “Well, Mister Ridgeway, we don’t want to do anything too hasty. We can see you just want to have a little bit of fun by pretending you’re a pirate, so we’ll let you go on being a pirate. We won’t cause any more fuss.” They hurried down the driveway as if they were already dodging bullets. I laughed and shut the door. Noah gave me a high five. It was clear he had enjoyed it. I was grumpy that after driving all day I had to deal with them, so I took it out on them. I didn’t care. I’d been bothered by them before. It was nice to send them packing. “You know what else is here?” I asked Noah, leading him through the ground floor of the house and to the backyard. “I have a nice swimming pool here, and there’s a fifteen foot high privacy wall.” “You mean?” Noah asked. “Yes. Let’s get naked and swim!” Like a shot, Noah took off. He was taking his clothes off as he went, exposing his smooth back, then dropping his shorts and underwear, showing me his perfect bubble butt. Dashing after him, I kicked off my shoes, hopped along on one foot as I took off my socks, and then ran onto the porch, dropping first my shirt then my jeans on the ground. Noah dived in. I was seconds behind him. “I like this water. It’s nice and warm!” I had always kept the water warm. I never liked diving into cold water. Sure, you eventually adjusted, but it was quite unpleasant getting in. I went under, and with a few strokes, I was close to Noah. I pushed my wet hair out of my eyes, and then did the same for Noah. His blonde hair was a little darker when it was wet. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed my forehead against his, and then kissed him. With the buoyancy of the water helping him, he wrapped his legs around my torso and kissed back, his tongue probing my mouth. I opened wide to let him explore. My cock was hardening to its full six inches. I could feel his four inch rod harden and rub against mine. I trailed my hands down his back, and cupped his ass. Massaging his soft flesh, I kissed him more passionately. I moved to kissing his neck. With school finally out for the summer, I could give him hickies that nobody would care about. Carefully, I applied my lips to one side of neck than the other. “Ooh, Ash, that feels so nice. I like that. I love that. I love you.” Noah moaned this out as he ground his cock against mine under the water. Shivers engulfed us as we continued this pleasurable action for a few moments. Soon, I had moved us to the side of the pool, and sat him down on the tiled edge. I began massaging his chest as I took his red and still dripping wet cock into my mouth. Focusing on just the head at first, I swirled my tongue against his pee hole, and then under his foreskin. Soon, I had his entire cock in my mouth. I slurped and sucked and rubbed my nose against Noah’s still hair free pubic bone. Noah giggled and then laced his fingers in my hair so he could do it himself. He was ticklish down there. I took one of his balls into my mouth. I gently caressed the treasure. I wanted to give Noah pleasure, not pain. I carefully removed it, and took the other one into my hot wet mouth. Running my tongue along the soft skin, I loved how he felt in my mouth. I could suck him all day and not get tired. Feeling a tug on my shoulders, Noah’s cock came out of my mouth with a plopping noise. Raising myself on my arms, I went in and kissed him again. He wrapped his arms around me, and went onto his back, pulling me along with him. Kissing hungrily, I ground my cock against his. Rolling me over, Noah scooted down, and took one of my nipples halkalı escort in his mouth. He gently bit and licked the flesh until it was standing up, the cool air helping with that. Soon, he moved onto the other one. Moving further down, he kissed around my belly button, and rubbed my sensitive cock head against one of his silky smooth cheeks. Taking it into his mouth, I looked down, and saw his beautiful blue eyes looking up to meet my deep brown eyes. Looking at someone while they sucked my cock was a massive turn on. I loved it. I loved Noah. I loved being able to get naked with him. Bobbing his head up and down, Noah took my cock further and further into his mouth. He was able to get most of it in, and as he sucked it, one hand gently fondled my balls. Stroking my cock with one hand, he tongued my balls. Noah began to work his way under the bag of flesh, and licked closer and closer to my ass. I took Noah’s hand, and rotated him. Soon, his cock was in my mouth, and he was going to town on my cock. I squeezed his wonderfully soft ass and fingered the outside of his hole. With a mouthful of my cock, Noah moaned in pleasure. Recently, I had taught Noah about edging. He was getting better and better. As we were on the ground, and he sucked my cock, he edged me. Several times I came close to cumming, and he denied me an orgasm. Noah came twice as I sucked him, his cock twitching as it tried to shoot cum that his body had yet to produce. Standing up, and letting our cocks point the way, we went back to the house. We went into my bedroom, kissing and touching and stroking as we went. I pulled back the covers, and laid down on the bed, face down. It was Noah’s favorite positon for me. Reaching into the nightstand, Noah removed a bottle of lube. Squeezing some into his hand, he lubed his cock and then my tender hole. Slipping a finger and then two into me, he followed with his cock. I love how he filled me, and I could feel his pulse in his cock as it was in me. Slowly, Noah began thrusting. Grabbing my ass for balance, he slowly sped up, his balls smacking against my body was he thrust in deep. He moaned in pleasure as I squeezed my sphincter. “Ooh, Ash. I love your hot hole. I love sex with you. It’s so awesome!” He reached around and began jerking my cock. “That’s it, Noah baby. Stroke me. Stroke me and fuck me hard. Fuck me deep!” Noah increased the tempo of his thrusting, sliding his hard cock in and out of my hungry hole. Grabbing my waist, he thrust deep, grunted, and orgasmed again. His cock once again throbbed and twitched as it attempted to shoot semen. Cock still throbbing, I cuddled with Noah as he came down from his orgasm high. He slowly stroked my chest. Gazing into his eyes, I could tell he had something he wanted to say. I smiled at him and waited for him to be comfortable. “Ash, I’m ready. I’m ready for you to make love to me. I love you. I’m committed to you. I want you to be my first and only.” My heart leapt. The heavens opened and angels sang. Babies gurgled and birds chirped. My world was perfect. For weeks now, I’d been fingering his hole, getting it used to expanding to accept a cock. Now was the time. “I love you too, Noah. I’m honored to be your first.” Taking the lube, I carefully applied some to my hard and throbbing cock, and then to his tender pink love bud. I fingered it a few times to get it ready, and when I was ready, I lined it up. Noah reached his hand behind him. I took it. “Noah baby, I’m about to enter you. If it gets to be too much, tell me, and I’ll stop. I love you, and don’t want you to suffer because of me.” “Okay, Ash. I trust you,” he replied, wiggling his butt to tease me some. Slowly, I pushed against the tender love hole, and my cock head disappeared into him. Noah gasped, and squeezed my hand. Telling me to continue, I inserted a bit more. I had stretched his hole perfectly. It easily opened to accommodate my thick cock. Slowly, I inserted my cock into Noah. I paused occasionally, to make sure he was okay, and he wasn’t in pain. With most of my dick inside him I paused and let him get accustomed to being filled. I began to withdraw just as slowly. “Ash, that feels so strange, but so wonderful. It’s a nice feeling of fullness.” “You’re so beautiful, Noah. Your ass is so wonderful, and I love being inside you.” I began to increase the speed of my thrusts. Slowly at first, then faster and then faster. I placed on hand on his back, and the other squeezed his soft pale ass. It was so soft, so glorious. I bent over, still fucking Noah, and kissed the back of his neck and down his shoulders. With the edging Noah had given me, it wasn’t long before I could feel my orgasm start to build. Groaning in pleasure, I thrusted into him until I was close to cumming. I rolled Noah over, and straddled his legs. “Noah, baby,” I panted. “I’m so close. Finish me off, you beautiful boy.” Without a word, Noah grabbed my glistening cock. He began stroking it and rubbed my thigh. Soon, I was over the edge, and began shooting cum. I shot rope after rope of cum, covering Noah’s chest and hand. I collapsed next to Noah, totally spent, and quite happy with my orgasm high. After dozing for a while, I woke up with Noah in my arms. He was gazing at me, and I stared into his lovely blue eyes, transfixed as always by their beauty. He smiled at me. I smiled at him. He spoke. “What’s for dinner, Ash? I’m kind of hungry.” My stomach rumbled at the mention of food. I was hungry was well. I was also tired. I wasn’t in the mood for making a meal. After a long day of driving, I wanted to relax. I got up from the bed, and opened the dresser. I pulled out a clean pair of boxer briefs and jeans. Getting dressed, I motioned for Noah to do the same. I led him downstairs, and we lounged on the couch. I pulled my phone out as Noah turned on the TV. Getting input from him, I ordered pizza, soda, wings, and breadsticks. When the order was sent, I texted the guard shack to let them know we were expecting pizza. Passing me a controller, Noah turned on the game console. şirinevler escort Call of Duty was quickly becoming Noah’s favorite. With a big TV, it was like we each had our own screen. We played team games until the food arrived. Scribbling my name, and giving the driver a fifty percent tip, I set the food on the wooden coffee table. I already missed the glass coffee table from the cabin. Tony Montana himself would have been proud of it. Switching from the game to Hulu, we selected a movie. Worn out by the drive, the sex, and the food, we fell asleep before the movie was over. Noah as always was cuddled up by my side, his hand in mine. As always, I felt an immense amount of love for the boy. I would love him. I would protect him. I would take care of him. Now, and forever. The next day, since it was July fourth, I had a tradition to follow. I went to the grocery store, and spent over two hundred dollars on food. Both groceries and junk Noah and I would eat for the holiday. We also bought fireworks from the vendor in the parking lot. Noah questioned only one of my purchases. He wondered what we were going to do with dry ice. Having already set everything up on the back porch before he woke up, he wasn’t aware what we were going to do. “What are we doing, Ash?” He was genuinely curious. “I have a tradition on this day. I’m going to pass it on to you. First, shop at the store with all the other idiots who have had all year to shop for the Fourth of July but waited until the last minute. Second, make root beer.” “We’re making soda? We can make root beer?” He was excited. All the soda he’d had so far with me had already been made and bottled. “It’s not a secret recipe like the Colonel or Coke has. It’s easy enough to do.” Following my instructions, Noah got to make root beer for the first time in his life. A kid that age always enjoys dry ice, and as the vapors rose from the bucket, he ran his hand through them. I was fascinated by the vapors as well. Always shifting, like clouds. When the root beer was ready, we bottled it. I had an old hand operated bottler and clean soda bottles and bottle caps ready. Working the lever of the bottler as we carefully filled each glass bottle, Noah smirked at me, and moved his hand as if he was jerking a cock. Laughing, we continued until we had bottled each drop. We carefully carried them inside. Some we placed in the pantry, others we placed in the fridge to chill. It was approaching noon. Heading back out to the porch, I uncovered the barbeque grill. It ran on gas. I didn’t have a bottle of propane (apologies to Hank Hill), rather, it ran off a gas line connected directly to the house. I twisted the valve and lit the grill. As it warmed up, Noah and I brought out all we needed to cook on the grill and eat outside. We ate hearty. I didn’t have to write, and he didn’t have school. We took a nap together in the afternoon, and then made love until it was getting dark. He was excited. We got dressed, and grabbed the box of fireworks. I had a big slab of cement in the middle of the backyard. I used it for fireworks. Noah set each one off, oohing and awing as each one shot out brightly colored sparks. When each one had finished, we dropped it into a bucket of water to douse any hot spots. He took my hand and looked at the stars. “They’re like fireworks, aren’t they Ash?” he said softly. Admiring the stars, I replied in the affirmative. Then I said the night wasn’t over. I grabbed a ladder from the garage, and leaned it against the house. Carefully, Noah climbed up. Having done this before, I grabbed a cooler which had sodas and ice in it. I climbed up one handed, and carried it to a relatively flat spot on the roof. You could see the whole valley from here. “It’s a great view, Ash. What are we doing here?” He turned and looked at me as I went to a small metal cabinet attached to the chimney and opened it. Inside were some binoculars. I took them out, and handed them to him. “Are we birdwatching?” he asked, sitting next to the cooler. “No, even better. We’re going to get another show of fireworks.” I placed my phone on the cooler, and soon, the park down the road began shooting off fireworks. I began playing “Stars and Stripes Forever” on my phone as Noah put the binoculars to his eyes and was treated to a close up view of the exploding flowers and streamers. The air boomed with the explosions, and the wind carried the smell of sulfur to us. I opened a can of soda. Sipping it, I admired the colors. They were always beautiful. The “1812 Overture” came on. Noah was silenced by the beauty until he lowered the binoculars. “It’s not fair,” he said. “What isn’t?” I asked eyes still on the bright colors. “I have binoculars, and can see great, but you don’t.” I took his hand. “Don’t you worry about me. I can see fine. Next year, we’ll both have binoculars. I promise.” “What if I’m not here next year? What if you don’t get permanent custody of me?” Kissing his hand, I smiled. “Noah baby, I’d fight all the demons of hell to keep you. I’d move heaven and earth to keep you with me. I’d fight God one on one to keep you. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep custody of you. I love you. That’s a fact. Nothing can change that.” I saw tears glistening in Noah’s eyes. “I love you too, Ash. I’m so happy you’ll fight for me.” “You’re worth fighting for.” Sliding the cooler back so we could snuggle, Noah cuddled close to me. We began kissing with the air full of explosions. After the park finished, the stadium a few miles away began their fireworks show. We could still dimly hear the thunder of the explosions. We could also hear detonations closer as neighbors shot off their fireworks. As for Noah and me, we didn’t care. We had each other. We had our love. We shared that love as the night went on. So, Chapter VIII is in the books. Website. Whatever. I hope you liked it. I’ll start work on Chapter IX in a few days. I hope you keep reading. Questions? Comments? Smart remarks? Waffle recipes? The atomic weight of cobalt? Directions on how to make root beer? The difference between ketchup and a tomato smoothie? The frequency with which one should tap the tapioca? Do you listen to Iron Man by Black Sabbath when you iron your clothes? Why does nature pre-slice oranges? Feel free to message me at ail

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