I was falling.

Falling, falling, falling, falling, falling. Falling.

I couldn't move, see, hear, breathe, speak, cry, or scream. I was stuck. I was scared.

After what seemed like hours of falling, I felt something warm and smooth, and firm. It felt like human skin, and it felt euphoric.

Suddenly, I could breathe. My lungs filled with fresh air. My ears heard soft breathing.

I loved it.

Oh, how I loved it.

Out of nowhere, a small, cold hand wrapped its fingers around my wrist brought it up to feel something warm, soft, and most of all, wet. Actually, the better word is moist.

And finally, I could see.

Noel was on my bed wearing nothing but a tan knit sweater, (and his boxers, but they were covered under the sweater) and his soft hair fell over one eye. Now that I looked up close, it was in the color Cafe Au Lait (my aunt is a hairdresser) and it smelled like vanilla. All of Noel smelled like vanilla. Maybe that explains my cravings for cupcakes and Nilla wafers.

Now that I looked up close. he had little brown dots, or birthmarks spotting him on his (beautifully sharp) collarbone, shoulder area, and best of all, neck. They looked like moles but weren't bumps. They were smoothish. Like dark freckles.

I wanted to bite and lick at them. Noel's neck looked delicious. I unconsciously moistened my lips with my tongue.

Then I moved my eyes upward again and found myself surprised. How the hell had I not noticed my finger in his mouth?

I wanted to pull it out but at the same time, I didn't.

The way he sucked on the tip of my finger made me think of how it'd feel if he sucked on the tip of my--

Why was I--? I'm not gay.

I'm normal. I don't like people but I still jerk off to porn, like any other teenager.

I like pussy. I like pussy. Pussy. Pussy. Puss--

"Nhhnn..." Noel moaned. He shifted his legs, showing more of his pale skin.

Damn it all, my penis thought.