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"Noah's Journal"
Title: Noah's journal
chapter: entry # 1
rating:NC-18
summary:Noah starts writing about his past
characters: Luke and Noah.
WARNINGS: Contains Strong Language, Do not read this if you do not like stories containing M/M Sexual Scenes/ graphic descriptions. This story is intended for an adult audience only and contains sexually explicit content as stated under the heading of 'warning'. If you are under 18 years of age or are offended homosexual erotica, please do not read this story .
Disclaimer: this site is no way associated with "As the World Turns", CBS, P&G, or Van Hansis or Jake Silbermann. This is not for profit. No copyright infringement is intended. Authors submit and write their own work.
Author's note** I'm doing this differently. Since Noah isn't a writer or very descriptive, you will be reading his thoughts as he writes in his journal (In italics and parenthesis, if I catch them all as I edit) His entries are in regular type.****
”Noah's Journal”
1st Entry
........................................................
(What the hell do I write?
'Noah's Journal' Scratch that.
'My personal thoughts.' Eh? Fuck that shit.
Chronicles? Nope! That's pretty damn lame.
Autobiography? That's good, but I'm not writing a fucking book.
Oooh, 'All of Noah's shitty baggage!'
'Noah's entries.' heh heh, entries into Luke! Yeah!.
OH! 'Noah's Sex-capades!' Shit, I don't need to name the book. That's Luke's thing.)
(Thanks for the 'journal' Luke. Yeah, thanks a whole hell of a lot. I guess if we run out of T.P. I can use the pages in the bathroom. jk. Usually when I get a book for a gift, there are already words in it!)
(How the fuck am I supposed to fill this page? Think, think, think...I guess I'll start the way Luke did.)
12/29
Hey,
(Oh hell to the NO, I am sooo not talking to this fucking book like Luke did. 'Think, think, think. What do I write? Start at the beginning. The boring shit.)
My name is Noah Mayer and I work for a studio shooting a hot soap opera that's making it big. It's called 'Passionate Desires'. They're going where others fear to tread, so to speak. I overheard one of the producers say something about filming a threesome next week. Should be hot. They're hiring a new actress for big bucks to come between a couple. Don't know which couple yet, they don't tell me. I'm just a camera man.
I also dabble in independent film. I love being behind a camera and capturing scenes on film. Everything looks different on film. It's like capturing someone's essence. It turns me on. It excites me much in the way that the newspaper ink smell turns Luke on! No not really.
(I am so fucking pathetic! Let's see, what else... dum, da, dum, da, dum, dum..... Hmm.. do I write about my past? PFFT! I could fill five hundred of these journal thingys just writing about growing up with the fucking Colonel! The asshole! Oh well.)
I grew up all over the place. My “father” was a Colonel and we constantly moved all over the country. Army brat. My mother died at the hands of the nutjob. I never knew her. Anyway, he was prosecuted and sentenced a few years ago. There's other shit he did and that's why he's in Statesville prison, right where he fucking belongs. Hope he rots in hell. He keeps contacting me by phone, so I drove up to see him a few times in the past year. I figure this is MY time to fuck with him!! Justice, gotta love it! He wants to know about my life. I lied most of the time or didn't tell him shit, other than the fact I was dating Maddie. He doesn't even know where I live! I don't tell him anything other than what he wants to hear. I outright lie to his face and it makes me feel so good!!! He knows I became a camera man, but he has no clue for what show. I lie about that too. I said I film C.S.I.!!! He recently got the idea that I'm going back to school to be a big shot lawyer so I can get him an appeal! I wonder who told him that? Payback's a bitch.
(Ha-ha-ha he's such a gullible fuck!)
I know he doesn't give a shit about me. He only wants to talk to me to keep me in check because I'm his only tie to the real world.
Growing up with him was hell. He was very mentally abusive. He kept telling me that there was something 'off' about me. He'd call me names.. faggot, queer, gay as all getup, and worse. So I became real macho. Swearing, acting tough and sometimes I got in a scrape just to prove my manhood. Of course I never believed I was gay; not until I met Luke. Go into that later.
In high school I'd fuck with him and tell him that I was going to join the army... serve my country and all to make him proud. I might have had to just to pay for college. He was so against me wanting to go to school for directing. 'Sissy work' he called it. I had to sling burgers to make my way through the first few years of college since I really didn't want to join the army.
Then SURPRISE!!! When I was packing and getting ready to move out of the Colonel's house when he went to prison I found a letter from my mom. It fell out of my baby book. It was right between the pages of my first haircut pic with a curly lock of my dark hair and a paragraph about how I cried and wouldn't sit still for the barber. I opened the envelope and there was an insurance policy with my mom's name on it. I was the sole fucking beneficiary. I quit the greasy burger joint, finished school, applied for jobs, and got a job; the one I mentioned before.
Growing up, I knew I was missing something in my life.
(yeah two little things called unconditional love and acceptance!)
My dad fucking owned me. That's why I started hanging around different chicks; to find the missing things in life I couldn't get from the Colonel, but I could never keep a girl for long. In hindsight I know I was domineering, but not to be mean. I realize now that I need to feel like I'm in charge of every situation in my life. Chicks came and went. They never satisfied me or wouldn't put up with my shit. I never cheated, but they hated the language, forcefulness of my demands, and commands. I needed someone to please me. I grew up pleasing the Colonel when I was younger and that fucked with my mind. So I decided it was my turn to be sated. I wasn't trying to act bossy, I just knew what I wanted and would bluntly tell them. Fuck them if they didn't want to do what I wanted. At least Maddie let me go a LITTLE further than any other chick would.
Maddie told me that she'd leave me, like all the others, if I talked degradingly to her while we fucked. I had to bite my tongue and not talk, not grab her ass, not be myself. I had to be tame. It fucking sucked. No chick could get into what I wanted.
(What the hell? Luke? What is he doing in here?)
Luke is trying to look over my shoulder and read this. He's rubbing my shoulders. It feels so good when he massages my bod.
(Heh-Heh. I'm gonna fuck with him now. How though? Ah-Ha! This should be good.)
Hey BITCH! If you can read this, go get naked and ready for me. Stick those fingers up your ass and wiggle them around so I can come to bed and fuck you right away. NOW!
(OH MY GOD! Ha Ha! It worked!! He fucking ran at the speed of light! Alright! I'll give him 5 minutes and go in there. God he is too fucking hot for words. Okay, got 5 minutes to fill. I can't write anymore. All I can think about is Luke fingering himself. I think I'll make him rim me before I give him the satisfaction of cumming. Shit my dick is so fucking hard! Maybe I'll make him suck me off first, then rim me to make me hard again, then fuck his tight skinny ass until he's screaming that he's cumming. Damn! What is he doing in there? I can hear the little bitch moaning without me. I have to go see what the hell is up! First, I gotta hide this journal)
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12/30
(Can't believe I'm really actually taking this thing out to write in again, but I promised I would if he would make me some cookies. Of course he's making me sit at the table so he can make sure I'm holding up my end of the bargain. I should flip back to see where I left off..hmmm, oh yeah. Maddie. Okay I guess I'll continue from there..)
When I moved next door to Luke I don't know what got into me. I would cum in Maddie, in a condom (always use those) and at the time, I thought that fucking her was pretty good. It felt good and I got my rocks off. That's always a good thing. But when I saw Luke for the first time, mowing his lawn in his tight short shorts. I was feeling things I never felt before. I couldn't explain it. I was attracted to him something fierce. I can appreciate men's attractiveness and beauty. I mean really, if they're good looking who doesn't notice? However with Luke, just watching him perspire, the back of his shirt getting sweaty, the muscles in his thighs, his tight ass in those tight short shorts... Fuck, I was hypnotized.
I felt warm inside and didn't know the fuck why. I thought it was a combo of the heat and the beer so I pushed it out of my mind. Later, I was disappointed when he finished mowing. I needed to see him up close so I went over to give him a beer and our fingers touched during the exchange. I was so fucking mesmerized by the light colored hair on his legs that I didn't ask what his fucking name was! That night there was a thunder and lightning storm and I saw him at his bedroom window jacking off when the lightning hit. I came really hard knowing he was watching me and Maddie fuck, and yet at that time, I was so naïve. I thought it was due to the fact that he was watching us fuck each other. I realized that loved thinking that he was just watching ME.
Eventually I couldn't even cum unless he was standing there watching us. I never knew if he was or not. I'd invited him to open his curtains and watch. Sometimes, I would look at his dark window and pretend I could see him standing there watching, touching himself, massaging his nuts, and cumming.
(And there's the infamous window right there. Facing our patio. Good thing they keep their curtains closed all the time. The old geezers might have a heart attack if they knew about us. Ahhh, that's it Luke. Bend that bod over. I wish he was naked right now.. bad idea next to a hot stove though.. what else can I write about? Hm? Well I AM staring out the patio glass doors right now.. Heh-heh, I'll write about that night.)
One night, I decided to give Luke a private show. I told him to watch my patio doors. I took a shower and stalled for as long as I could. I was so turned on, but I didn't want to seem eager so I jacked off in the shower. I remember walking to the glass doors with a towel on and dropping it. I was really nervous about him watching me jack my dick for him. I started off slow, then I got into it knowing he was staring at me while I was stroking myself. I jacked my dick harder and faster, feeling the pressure rise and my nuts tighten, then I came hard, right on the glass doors with him watching. I couldn't see him cuz he left his light off. I didn't know if he had cum yet, so I did him a favor and rubbed my dick around on the glass in the dripping cum in case he hadn't yet. That window was a mess!
Anyway, I felt really weird afterwards because I was thinking about his body while I was cumming, which reminded me of what the fucked up Colonel said about me being a fag. I moved the hell away from the window and went to my bedroom. I layed on my bed for the longest time thinking about what I had done. I was sorta ashamed and embarrassed. I guess I was in denial about my feelings. Don't fucking know either way.. doesn't really matter now cuz I'm fucking a guy so if that makes me gay, then I am.
(Fuck! That's got me so fucking hard now. I wonder. I'm gonna just do it. Yeah, I'm gonna undo my pants. Ahhh, that feels great. Uhhh... Okay. He is so oblivious! I'm gonna keep stroking my cock quietly until I'm ready to cum. Then I'll get his attention and cum on the glass for him. He loves that. He loves watching it come out and hearing it splat on the glass, then he watches it drizzle down for a few seconds before he licks it up. Ohhh, Uhhh Goddamn! His ass is fine. Umm, Shit.... Ahhh.. He noticed me when I got up.... I love that smile! Here it cu..cummmsssshit.. Uhhhhhh.. oh fuck..)
(that's it, on your knees. Look at him with his tongue on the glass lapping my cum up. Fuck that is so hot. He looks so fucking happy! That makes me happy.)
to be continued...
chapter: entry # 1
rating:NC-18
summary:Noah starts writing about his past
characters: Luke and Noah.
WARNINGS: Contains Strong Language, Do not read this if you do not like stories containing M/M Sexual Scenes/ graphic descriptions. This story is intended for an adult audience only and contains sexually explicit content as stated under the heading of 'warning'. If you are under 18 years of age or are offended homosexual erotica, please do not read this story .
Disclaimer: this site is no way associated with "As the World Turns", CBS, P&G, or Van Hansis or Jake Silbermann. This is not for profit. No copyright infringement is intended. Authors submit and write their own work.
Author's note** I'm doing this differently. Since Noah isn't a writer or very descriptive, you will be reading his thoughts as he writes in his journal (In italics and parenthesis, if I catch them all as I edit) His entries are in regular type.****
”Noah's Journal”
1st Entry
........................................................
(What the hell do I write?
'Noah's Journal' Scratch that.
'My personal thoughts.' Eh? Fuck that shit.
Chronicles? Nope! That's pretty damn lame.
Autobiography? That's good, but I'm not writing a fucking book.
Oooh, 'All of Noah's shitty baggage!'
'Noah's entries.' heh heh, entries into Luke! Yeah!.
OH! 'Noah's Sex-capades!' Shit, I don't need to name the book. That's Luke's thing.)
(Thanks for the 'journal' Luke. Yeah, thanks a whole hell of a lot. I guess if we run out of T.P. I can use the pages in the bathroom. jk. Usually when I get a book for a gift, there are already words in it!)
(How the fuck am I supposed to fill this page? Think, think, think...I guess I'll start the way Luke did.)
12/29
Hey,
(Oh hell to the NO, I am sooo not talking to this fucking book like Luke did. 'Think, think, think. What do I write? Start at the beginning. The boring shit.)
My name is Noah Mayer and I work for a studio shooting a hot soap opera that's making it big. It's called 'Passionate Desires'. They're going where others fear to tread, so to speak. I overheard one of the producers say something about filming a threesome next week. Should be hot. They're hiring a new actress for big bucks to come between a couple. Don't know which couple yet, they don't tell me. I'm just a camera man.
I also dabble in independent film. I love being behind a camera and capturing scenes on film. Everything looks different on film. It's like capturing someone's essence. It turns me on. It excites me much in the way that the newspaper ink smell turns Luke on! No not really.
(I am so fucking pathetic! Let's see, what else... dum, da, dum, da, dum, dum..... Hmm.. do I write about my past? PFFT! I could fill five hundred of these journal thingys just writing about growing up with the fucking Colonel! The asshole! Oh well.)
I grew up all over the place. My “father” was a Colonel and we constantly moved all over the country. Army brat. My mother died at the hands of the nutjob. I never knew her. Anyway, he was prosecuted and sentenced a few years ago. There's other shit he did and that's why he's in Statesville prison, right where he fucking belongs. Hope he rots in hell. He keeps contacting me by phone, so I drove up to see him a few times in the past year. I figure this is MY time to fuck with him!! Justice, gotta love it! He wants to know about my life. I lied most of the time or didn't tell him shit, other than the fact I was dating Maddie. He doesn't even know where I live! I don't tell him anything other than what he wants to hear. I outright lie to his face and it makes me feel so good!!! He knows I became a camera man, but he has no clue for what show. I lie about that too. I said I film C.S.I.!!! He recently got the idea that I'm going back to school to be a big shot lawyer so I can get him an appeal! I wonder who told him that? Payback's a bitch.
(Ha-ha-ha he's such a gullible fuck!)
I know he doesn't give a shit about me. He only wants to talk to me to keep me in check because I'm his only tie to the real world.
Growing up with him was hell. He was very mentally abusive. He kept telling me that there was something 'off' about me. He'd call me names.. faggot, queer, gay as all getup, and worse. So I became real macho. Swearing, acting tough and sometimes I got in a scrape just to prove my manhood. Of course I never believed I was gay; not until I met Luke. Go into that later.
In high school I'd fuck with him and tell him that I was going to join the army... serve my country and all to make him proud. I might have had to just to pay for college. He was so against me wanting to go to school for directing. 'Sissy work' he called it. I had to sling burgers to make my way through the first few years of college since I really didn't want to join the army.
Then SURPRISE!!! When I was packing and getting ready to move out of the Colonel's house when he went to prison I found a letter from my mom. It fell out of my baby book. It was right between the pages of my first haircut pic with a curly lock of my dark hair and a paragraph about how I cried and wouldn't sit still for the barber. I opened the envelope and there was an insurance policy with my mom's name on it. I was the sole fucking beneficiary. I quit the greasy burger joint, finished school, applied for jobs, and got a job; the one I mentioned before.
Growing up, I knew I was missing something in my life.
(yeah two little things called unconditional love and acceptance!)
My dad fucking owned me. That's why I started hanging around different chicks; to find the missing things in life I couldn't get from the Colonel, but I could never keep a girl for long. In hindsight I know I was domineering, but not to be mean. I realize now that I need to feel like I'm in charge of every situation in my life. Chicks came and went. They never satisfied me or wouldn't put up with my shit. I never cheated, but they hated the language, forcefulness of my demands, and commands. I needed someone to please me. I grew up pleasing the Colonel when I was younger and that fucked with my mind. So I decided it was my turn to be sated. I wasn't trying to act bossy, I just knew what I wanted and would bluntly tell them. Fuck them if they didn't want to do what I wanted. At least Maddie let me go a LITTLE further than any other chick would.
Maddie told me that she'd leave me, like all the others, if I talked degradingly to her while we fucked. I had to bite my tongue and not talk, not grab her ass, not be myself. I had to be tame. It fucking sucked. No chick could get into what I wanted.
(What the hell? Luke? What is he doing in here?)
Luke is trying to look over my shoulder and read this. He's rubbing my shoulders. It feels so good when he massages my bod.
(Heh-Heh. I'm gonna fuck with him now. How though? Ah-Ha! This should be good.)
Hey BITCH! If you can read this, go get naked and ready for me. Stick those fingers up your ass and wiggle them around so I can come to bed and fuck you right away. NOW!
(OH MY GOD! Ha Ha! It worked!! He fucking ran at the speed of light! Alright! I'll give him 5 minutes and go in there. God he is too fucking hot for words. Okay, got 5 minutes to fill. I can't write anymore. All I can think about is Luke fingering himself. I think I'll make him rim me before I give him the satisfaction of cumming. Shit my dick is so fucking hard! Maybe I'll make him suck me off first, then rim me to make me hard again, then fuck his tight skinny ass until he's screaming that he's cumming. Damn! What is he doing in there? I can hear the little bitch moaning without me. I have to go see what the hell is up! First, I gotta hide this journal)
..........................................
12/30
(Can't believe I'm really actually taking this thing out to write in again, but I promised I would if he would make me some cookies. Of course he's making me sit at the table so he can make sure I'm holding up my end of the bargain. I should flip back to see where I left off..hmmm, oh yeah. Maddie. Okay I guess I'll continue from there..)
When I moved next door to Luke I don't know what got into me. I would cum in Maddie, in a condom (always use those) and at the time, I thought that fucking her was pretty good. It felt good and I got my rocks off. That's always a good thing. But when I saw Luke for the first time, mowing his lawn in his tight short shorts. I was feeling things I never felt before. I couldn't explain it. I was attracted to him something fierce. I can appreciate men's attractiveness and beauty. I mean really, if they're good looking who doesn't notice? However with Luke, just watching him perspire, the back of his shirt getting sweaty, the muscles in his thighs, his tight ass in those tight short shorts... Fuck, I was hypnotized.
I felt warm inside and didn't know the fuck why. I thought it was a combo of the heat and the beer so I pushed it out of my mind. Later, I was disappointed when he finished mowing. I needed to see him up close so I went over to give him a beer and our fingers touched during the exchange. I was so fucking mesmerized by the light colored hair on his legs that I didn't ask what his fucking name was! That night there was a thunder and lightning storm and I saw him at his bedroom window jacking off when the lightning hit. I came really hard knowing he was watching me and Maddie fuck, and yet at that time, I was so naïve. I thought it was due to the fact that he was watching us fuck each other. I realized that loved thinking that he was just watching ME.
Eventually I couldn't even cum unless he was standing there watching us. I never knew if he was or not. I'd invited him to open his curtains and watch. Sometimes, I would look at his dark window and pretend I could see him standing there watching, touching himself, massaging his nuts, and cumming.
(And there's the infamous window right there. Facing our patio. Good thing they keep their curtains closed all the time. The old geezers might have a heart attack if they knew about us. Ahhh, that's it Luke. Bend that bod over. I wish he was naked right now.. bad idea next to a hot stove though.. what else can I write about? Hm? Well I AM staring out the patio glass doors right now.. Heh-heh, I'll write about that night.)
One night, I decided to give Luke a private show. I told him to watch my patio doors. I took a shower and stalled for as long as I could. I was so turned on, but I didn't want to seem eager so I jacked off in the shower. I remember walking to the glass doors with a towel on and dropping it. I was really nervous about him watching me jack my dick for him. I started off slow, then I got into it knowing he was staring at me while I was stroking myself. I jacked my dick harder and faster, feeling the pressure rise and my nuts tighten, then I came hard, right on the glass doors with him watching. I couldn't see him cuz he left his light off. I didn't know if he had cum yet, so I did him a favor and rubbed my dick around on the glass in the dripping cum in case he hadn't yet. That window was a mess!
Anyway, I felt really weird afterwards because I was thinking about his body while I was cumming, which reminded me of what the fucked up Colonel said about me being a fag. I moved the hell away from the window and went to my bedroom. I layed on my bed for the longest time thinking about what I had done. I was sorta ashamed and embarrassed. I guess I was in denial about my feelings. Don't fucking know either way.. doesn't really matter now cuz I'm fucking a guy so if that makes me gay, then I am.
(Fuck! That's got me so fucking hard now. I wonder. I'm gonna just do it. Yeah, I'm gonna undo my pants. Ahhh, that feels great. Uhhh... Okay. He is so oblivious! I'm gonna keep stroking my cock quietly until I'm ready to cum. Then I'll get his attention and cum on the glass for him. He loves that. He loves watching it come out and hearing it splat on the glass, then he watches it drizzle down for a few seconds before he licks it up. Ohhh, Uhhh Goddamn! His ass is fine. Umm, Shit.... Ahhh.. He noticed me when I got up.... I love that smile! Here it cu..cummmsssshit.. Uhhhhhh.. oh fuck..)
(that's it, on your knees. Look at him with his tongue on the glass lapping my cum up. Fuck that is so hot. He looks so fucking happy! That makes me happy.)
to be continued...
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these chapters are so freakin' intense, sometimes they make me a bit uncomfortable but at the same time I'm drawn to them and i can't look away.
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