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Subject: Ashton and Noah Chapter XI Ashton and Noah Chapter XI 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 build a snowman. It doesn’t have to be a snowman. 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! Seated in the center of the first row, I was taking in the annual Seventh Grade Christmas Concert. Puberty had yet to hit Noah’s voice, and he sang so beautifully. Resplendent in white robes laced with black trim, his blond hair neatly combed, he looked so beautiful. It was a struggle not to get hard while I looked at him. With the rest of the choir, he’d sung songs about Santa, reindeer, and snowmen before an intermission. Now, they’d moved onto songs about the birth of the Savior so everyone would leave with a happy glow for the holidays. The choir finished their song, and everyone included me applauded politely. Finally, it was time for Noah’s solo. All month he’d been practicing. He stepped forward, hands clasped together, and into the gentle glow of the spotlight. His mouth opened and the words to “Silent Night” poured out in a glorious mix of softness, and innocence. Keeping his eyes fixed on the far wall, he sang his heart out, pouring so much emotion into the song that he was as beautiful as ever. For the final verse, the rest of the choir joined in, their voices swelling and mixing, creating an elegant finish. The audience applauded, and the house lights came up, resulting in the usual hubbub of people exiting an auditorium. I walked over to a corner in the hallway, and leaned against the wall, waiting for Noah to exit the choir room. Soon, we were walking to my truck, hands in our pockets and shoulders hunched to protect against the falling snow. “How’d you like it, Ash?” Noah asked as soon as we were in the truck, the heater blowing cold air, but working on getting warmer. “It was quite lovely. I really enjoyed it. I’m pretty sure I fell more in love with you during your solo.” I shifted into Drive and joined the line of vehicles waiting to exit the parking lot. “I liked being there. It was nice being on stage, performing for all those people.” “You looked pretty good doing it. So beautiful and handsome. Just perfect.” Noah blushed a bit at this praise. “Thanks, Ash.” Noah grabbed my right hand which was resting on the seat between us. He laced our fingers together. I gave his hand a gentle squeeze, and he squeezed back. “Wanna go to Double D’s for dinner?” I asked. “Oh for sure! I love that place,” he exclaimed. Double D’s was a second generation family owned restaurant. Started by a husband and wife named David and Donna. Donna was the waitress and David was the cook. Now, they had retired, and Darren, their son, and his wife Della ran the place. They were always open late. I pulled into a spot in front of the door, and we hopped out and went inside. We took in how warm it was for a moment before taking a seat at a booth in the corner. Della walked over and placed two glasses of water in front of us and took out her order pad. I looked at Noah, and he looked back at me. He shrugged. I shrugged back. We both looked at Della. “The usual, then gents?” she asked, writing on her pad. “Yes please. Some might get bored of the same thing each time they come here but we don’t. It’s good stuff. Thanks, Della.” “You’re welcome, boys.” Della smiled and walked away. I could see Darren looking out the service window from the kitchen. Noah waved. “Noah! Ashton! How’d the concert go?” he called as he read the order slip Della gave him. “It went quite well! Shame you weren’t there. Full house, good songs, good feelings, and he did most excellent on his solo. I’ll have to bring the video by when I get it.” Each member of their choir got a recording of the concert made the school’s audio/visual department. “Oh, we’d like that! We’d love to see Noah’s solo!” Della said from the counter as Darren was busy on the grill. A group of teenagers, no doubt on a double date walked in, and Della went over to chat them up, and get their order. Soon, Noah and I had plates of pancake, sausages, bacon, and toast in front of us. There was also a carafe of orange juice on the table. We dug in, relishing in the greasy food that no doubt did no good to our bodies, but certainly sated our hunger. We chatted with Della some more before I left her a thirty dollar tip on our fifteen dollar tab. Double D’s had always been cheap, with good food. As my books sold more and more, I didn’t go to fancy restaurants, but rather stayed with Double D’s because the food was good, and the people were friendly. Getting back to our house, we kept the lights off. I made us mugs of hot cocoa as Noah plugged in the Christmas tree lights. Sitting on the couch together, we cuddled and kissed as we sipped on our cocoa. Soon, Noah kisses and tongue tasted like chocolate. I could only imagine mine tasted the same way. I picked him up and carried him to the bedroom we shared together. Kissing Noah’s neck, I undid his tie, and dropped it on the floor. He pulled my suit coat off me, and removed my own tie. As I unbuttoned his shirt, I kissed every bit of skin that was exposed as I went down. I spread his shirt apart when it was fully unbuttoned and kissed his chest before I moved my mouth to kiss and suck on his nipples. I trailed my hand down his chest and caressed his side. Noah’s bulge was obvious. I could feel it rubbing against me as Noah thrusted his hips. Pulling his shirt off, I ran my fingers through his long blond hair. I relished the silky feel as is trailed across my hand and through my fingers. I resumed kissing him, and soon, Noah’s hands were fumbling at my collar. As he pulled off my jacket and tie, I could feel my own cock straining to be let free. It was like ba┼čak┼čehir escort iron in my pants. Helping things along, I undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants as Noah pulled my shirt off. Thumbing down my pants and boxer briefs, my six inch circumcised cock sprung free. It bobbed in the air as I rubbed it against the bulge in Noah’s pants. Precum was already dripping from the tip, getting onto his pants. I didn’t care about the mess. I wanted to get Noah naked like I was. His hands went to my erect cock, and began stroking it, eliciting moans from my mouth. Finally, I got his pants undone, and pulled them off his legs, running my hands over the soft and smooth white flesh. Cupping his underwear covered cock, I stroked it through the blue cloth, and Noah writhed in pleasure as I massaged his shaft. Finally, I pulled his boxer briefs off, exposing his uncut cock. Puberty had begun to work its magic on his cock. It was definitely growing longer and thicker. He didn’t have any hair down there yet, so it was deliciously smooth. I knelt and kissed his sack, gently sucking on his balls. Noah’s hands grabbed my hair. “Dammit, Ash! Stop teasing me, and suck my dick!” Noah sounded grumpy, but from the heat radiating from his skin, and how hard his cock was, I knew better. “I love getting you riled up, Noah baby.” I murmured this as I reach under him and cupped his soft bubble butt. Running my tongue up the bottom of the shaft, Noah pulled on my hair in frustration, and I decided to sate him. I licked the head of his cock, and then slowly brought my mouth down, feeling his cock throb with lust in my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down, I pleasured my beautiful Noah. Soon, he began moaning and panting louder and faster. “Oh, Ash! I’m going to cum! Don’t stop!” Noah’s hands were beating my shoulders as his orgasm built and exploded in him. He squirmed in pleasure and cried out. Soon, he fell back against the bed, spent. I crawled up the bed to cuddle with him, making sure my cock rubbed against his leg as I went up. I shivered as my sensitive mushroom cock head moved against the beautiful boy’s flesh. “Mmm, Ash,” Noah moaned as he began kissing me. Our lips parted and our tongues met. Dancing together, they moved, first into my mouth, and then into Noah’s mouth. Pushing me onto my back, Noah straddled my stomach, still bent over and kissing me with all his passion. Sliding backwards, his ass met my erect cock. Moving his hips up and down, he ground his butt against my cock, sliding my dick between his butt cheeks, enveloping it in his tight hot flesh. Lacing his fingers with mine, Noah gazed at me with his beautiful blue eyes. I shivered in pleasure as his tender skin slid over my cock, rubbing it just perfectly. I adored this beautiful boy who was straddling me, squeezing my fingers as he increased his speed. Soon, Noah reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. With expert precision that has come from plenty of practice, he squeezed some into his hand, and began rubbing my cock with his slick hand. Soon, my uncut cock was probing at Noah’s slick back door. Smiling at me, he rubbed his tender and beautiful rosebud on my cock head, before he allowed me to slide into him, an inch at a time, moaning in ecstasy. Noah’s ass felt hot and tight against my cock shaft, and soon, Noah was bucking his hips, taking control as I fucked him. I loved having sex with him. He usually fucked me as I was mostly a bottom my whole life, but living and loving with Noah had changed that. I grabbed his hips, and relished the feel of his skin under my fingers. I rolled over, so I was on top. Noah wrapped his arms around my chest, and his legs around my waist. I began to thrust harder and faster into the perfect and beautiful thirteen year old. Our skin made a slapping sound each time I thrusted deep into him. Burying my face into his neck, I kissed and sucked it like a hungry man eating his first meal in ages. The concert that night signified the end of school until the new year, and I didn’t care if I gave him a hickey. I could feel my orgasm building in me, making me feel flushed, and my skin began to tingle. I began to thrust harder and deeper into Noah, making him cry out in lust and love. Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore, and buried my cock deep into his hole. Frantically kissing him, I began to shoot hot ropes of cum into him. I felt his ass contract, squeezing every drop out. I keep my dick inside him until it began to get soft, and I finally pulled out, drawing a whimper of pleasure from his as I cuddled him close, and drew the blanket over us, ready for a good night’s rest. The next morning, we were watching a movie on the TV. Noah and I were cuddled under a blanket, and every so often, he turned his head to admire the Christmas tree we had set up just a week ago. It was beautiful, with lights, ornaments, and his mother watching over all from the top of the tree. When it was over, we stood and stretched. Noah had been working hard in school, and I had been working hard on writing when he was in school. I was glad for us to have a break together. That afternoon, we took a shower in our separate bathrooms, and soon, we were dressed and in my truck, heading for the mall. We’d done our Christmas shopping previously, but this time it was for another first with Noah. He’d never had a proper Christmas, and this included a tree which we’d already put up together. One more thing to cross off today was a picture with Santa. He’d be at the mall, listening to kids saying things like “I want an iPad, um, a pony, um, a fire engine, and um, and um, and um a new phone.” Noah had what he wanted. He was safe, his abusive father a distant memory, and he was living with someone who loved him and cared for him. I had what I wanted. My books were selling well, I had plenty of money in the bank, and I had a beautiful lover. We had plenty of framed pictures of us together, some taken from our cell phones, others in a professional photo studio. But since it was our first Christmas together, I wanted a picture of us with Santa. Noah was excited to see him for the first time. He knew the truth about Santa and had halkal─▒ escort known for many years, but that didn’t stop the little kid in him. Soon, we were in line, and waiting our turn. With it being Santa, there were a lot of kids in line. There were a fair number of adult couples in line as well. With our coats over our arms, we patiently waited our turn in line. It was nice that it was an indoor mall. I’d done some book signings in outdoor malls and I couldn’t imagine waiting in line in the cold winter air. Soon, we were inside Santa’s hut in addition to Mrs. Claus, and a photographer dressed as an elf. There was a high backed chair as wide as a couch so we could all sit comfortably together. As the elf snapped a few pictures, we talked to Santa. We discussed what I wanted for Christmas, and what Noah wanted. At this, Noah became the kid that he still was. Showing his million dollar smile, and with his blue eyes shining bright with excitement, he went on and on about what he wanted and how it would be his first real Christmas. Hugging all around, we went to the photo booth so we could buy the pictures. Finally, it was our turn. “Okay,” said the attendant swiveling her computer screen towards us so we could see. “Here are the proofs of the photos. They came out nicely, so we don’t need any touching up.” Pointing a manicured nail at the sheet of paper taped to the counter, she explained the different photo packages. After looking at them I decided on what we wanted. “We’ll actually take three of the packages. We want a nice good mix of sizes and quantity.” I ticked them off on my fingers. “We’ll take package one, five, and eight, please.” This would be plenty to put in frames for the house and the cabin. This also came with a large 8×10 photo that we could shrink down for a photo Christmas card. The big size would ensure the picture would still look crisp and clear when it was shrunk down. Stepping over to the register, I handed Noah my jacket so I could pull my wallet out. I was quoted the total, and handed over my black American Express card to pay for the photos. Our next stop was a professional photo studio that specialized in photo greeting cards. We went to the computer and began to design our card. It looked nice at the end. There was our photo on the right, and on the left it read “Happy Holidays to you and yours! Love, Ashton and Noah”. It was bordered with reindeer and Christmas trees. “It’ll take about an hour for these to print, guys. Is that okay?” asked the clerk when we submitted our order at the counter. “Yeah, sure. We’ve got the time.” I answered taking our copy of the order form. “What are we going to do, Ash?” Noah asked as we walked outside the studio. I looked up. It was after lunch. My stomach growled with hunger, and Noah’s responded. He giggled. It was a most beautiful sound. Across the street was a Chinese buffet restaurant. I pointed and he nodded. Holding hands, not caring what people thought of this affectionate gesture, we walked to the corner and crossed. Over an hour later, we were back at the studio, flipping through the freshly made photo greeting cards. “Are the satisfactory?” asked the clerk. “Yeah,” I said, handing the box to Noah. “They look great. Thank you.” Soon, we were sitting in the post office parking lot, stuffing the photo greeting cards into envelopes. They were already addressed, and were self-sealing, so this took just a few moments. The truck engine was idling, the heater keeping us warm as we worked. Soon, all the envelopes were sealed and we needed postage. We went and stood in line. Pretty much everyone else had packages to mail, no doubt for the upcoming holiday. We shuffled forward every few minutes. “Noah, you’re a good kid,” I said after a few minutes of waiting. “What?” Noah was looking at all the different forms at the counter next to us, not paying attention. “Look at the other kids in line,” I said. “Fussy, impatient, some clearly upset. Yet you’re standing here, not getting into trouble, and I like that. You’re a good kid, Noah.” “Thanks, Ash,” he said, giving me an embarrassed smile. He blushed. “Growing up how I did, you build up a lot of patience.” Hugging me, he flashed his million dollar smile that I’d always die for. We finally made it to the counter, and got the envelopes posted. Noah was looking at a digital clock counting down to the next year as I finalized the transaction. When Christmas Eve rolled around, we spent the evening cuddled on the couch, watching the many Christmas movies on TV. We kissed some, but were too busy enjoying cuddles and the movies to have sex. I didn’t mind. Since Noah had come into my life earlier that year, we’d had lots of sex. Sometimes multiple times day. Noah had the seemingly endless stamina that all kids his age seem to have. When it was after ten o’clock, I yawned and stretched, nearly knocking our bowl of popcorn over. “Man, I’m tired,” I mumbled, setting the popcorn further away so it’d be safe. “I could go to bed,” Noah said sleepily. “Sounds good to me,” I said, standing up, and dropping the blanket in a heap on the couch. I’d fold it later. Noah led the way to the bedroom we shared, where we always slept naked together. Dumping our clothes in the hamper, we shuffled into the bathroom to brush our teeth. In the bathroom, it was chilly. It always seemed to be so in the winter. Our cocks shrunk even more than normal in the cold night air. Our balls pulled tight, closer to our bodies to protect and warm the precious cargo inside them. Finally, we crawled under the covers, and pulled the blankets over ourselves. “Good night, Ash. I love you.” “Sweet dreams, Noah, baby. I love you too.” I kissed him for a few seconds before he rolled around and backed into me, bubble butt nestled against my cock. I draped my arm over him, rubbing his stomach, and then running my fingers over his beautiful uncut dick. Kissing the nape of his neck, I closed my eyes. I was awakened some hours later by Noah shaking my shoulder. “Ash. Ash! Wake up! There’s something wrong! It’s cold!” his voice was frantic, but it didn’t register. I was still half asleep. “Course it is,” I mumbled, my ┼čirinevler escort eyes still closed. “It’s winter. Snowing. Cold.” “No,” he said, pulling the blankets off me, and exposing my skin to the cold air in our house. “The heater isn’t working anymore!” The frigid air woke me up faster than anything else could have. It definitely was cold. Freezing almost. I asked Noah what woke him up. “I had to go to the bathroom, and the air was so cold. I looked at the thermostat. It says the heater is on, but it’s colder than what it’s set to.” “Hold on a sec,” I said, getting up, and going to the closet. I rummaged around for a moment, and pulled on some fleece pajama pants and a hoody. I tossed a spare set of sweats to Noah. I also found my electric blanket. I plugged it in, and had Noah get back in bed. Within moments, he was warm. “Stay here, and stay warm. I’m going to check the furnace.” He nodded, and I went downstairs and then to the basement where the furnace was kept. I checked it out. The pilot light was on, the power switch was on, and the filters had been replaced only two weeks before. I pressed the reset switch and nothing happened. “Shit. Looks like a cold Christmas,” I said to myself as I realized it could be a day or two before someone could get out here to replace it. There were plenty of 24 hour heating and cooling companies around town, but I didn’t want to have them work on Christmas Day, much less call them at 2:30 in the morning. I’d have to wait until the day after Christmas to call. “Double shit!” I said, a little louder. “That’s Sunday. I’ll call Monday morning.” Sighing, I went around the house, turning on the taps so they’d drip and the pipes wouldn’t freeze and burst. I also opened the cabinet doors under the sink to allow them to get access to the warm air that I’d have to generate. “Noah! NOAH!” I called up the stairs. He appeared at the top of the stairs, his long blonde hair all mussed from the night’s adventures. I told him what to do to the faucets and sinks upstairs and then I went to the fireplace. It was big. It was more for decoration but I was going to make a big fire to keep things warm. Soon, flames were cracking merrily and wonderful warmth flooded first the room, then the ground floor. Heat rises so I knew the upstairs would soon be okay as well. “Are we going to sleep in the bedroom, or here with the fire,” Noah asked from behind me. “We’ll sleep here so we can tend the fire,” I said after a moment’s worth of thought. Grinning, Noah showed me he that he had brought down our pillows and blankets from the bedroom. We made a nice pile and then burrowed down into them. I kissed him again as we watched the flames dance. “I can think of worse ways to spend Christmas than sleeping cuddled with a beautiful thirteen year old boy,” I said, kissing Noah’s neck. “This is certainly turning out to be the best Christmas I’ve had. I’ve never had a proper Christmas at all. It was just another night of hoping my father would be too drunk to hit me, and then slipping away to the store to sleep on a cot in the back room of the store. I’d never be able to work up front if I had bruises on my face, so Fish always let me work in the storage area until I healed.” Words poured from Noah’s mouth as he rolled to face me. “For years I’d hoped for a miracle. For years I wanted to escape, but was unable. I began to real the Thomas Halberd novels, and imagined I was him, helping people, fighting crime, and that I had money to get away and make it happen.” Tears began to fill up in his eyes and spilled onto his cheeks as the emotions of his words overwhelmed him. “I’d read that you were gay and hadn’t been shy about it. I…was confused about my sexuality for a bit. But I never had time to figure it out. I was too busy working, or getting hit by my drunken father. If I spent the night in the woods hiding, he’d beat me worse than normal, so I’d have to stay home, too hurt to work.” Noah buried his face in my chest, and I held him tightly, knowing he needed to finish. “I never did believe in a god. But I always prayed to my mother. I asked her for help. I asked her to send me a guardian. An angel to save and protect me. A friend. Someone to show me the love and care that I’d always been denied. Then one day, you walked into my store.” Noah’s voice tightened up, and I knew he was choking on emotions. I was too, but I continued for him. “I told you about my new cabin. You helped me at the meat department. I signed my books at the store in exchange for what I had in my cart. I made the deal with Fish.” I could feel Noah nodding, his face still buried in my chest. “After you were done with work, you rode your bike out to see if I’d forgotten anything. We shot some pool, and then I saw your bruises. If it’s any consolation, I noticed your beautiful butt before the bruises.” At this, Noah giggled. “You ran out pretty fast, leaving your shoes. I think they’re still in the cabin somewhere. I didn’t toss them. Later, you showed back up, scared, and soaked to the bone. We showered together to warm you up, and things just snowballed from there.” “You fed me, you clothed me, you rescued me from that hell, and I’ve known nothing but peace, love, and happiness since you took me in. I love you Ash. With all my heart. You’ve shown me so many incredible things, made me feel so special and important, and I want to say that you are the best Christmas present anyone could ever have.” Blushing at these words, I kissed him on the forehead and stared into his beautiful blue eyes. “I love you too, Noah. Now and forever.” I pressed my forehead against his, and felt his love. I knew he could feel mine. “Merry Christmas, Noah.” “Merry Christmas, Ash.” I know at the end of the last chapter, I said I’d covered the entire plot I’d laid out for Ashton and Noah, but it is currently December 3 as I write this. The approaching Christmas season made me wonder how it would go for them as they celebrate their first Christmas together. Last winter, my own furnace broke down, and it took a few days to get it replaced. This gave me an idea to do it here, so Ashton and Noah would have a reason to cuddle in front of a fire. I figure if I write Chapter XII, it’ll be Christmas morning. Who gets what for Christmas? What will they do? Will they go anywhere? All these questions and more might be answered if I write another chapter! Stay tuned! Questions? Comments? Feel free to message me ail

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