Noah would never understand what was so hard about simple questions such as 'what would you like me to do' and 'what is your greatest fantasy'. Admittedly the latter was a tad cheesy and required a certain situation, but the former was surely easy enough. Hell, even a 'do you like that' mid coitus was surely not so impossible. Unless you were Mim, or well, almost any of his peers. It was the stupid British stiff upper lip thing, it had to be, or well, they were all just idiots but that was even more depressing a thought. Still he supposed there were ways to get around a lack of communication, no matter how distasteful he personally found them.

"Raid his porn stash," Following on from a period of not entirely comfortable silence the statement sounded ridiculously random, however Noah was not deterred, "It will be at the bottom of his trunk or under his mattress most likely, should tell you what sort of things he is into." Perhaps he had assumed wrongly, however Grant McKinney had never struck him as a particularly creative guy when it came to hiding places. After all, very few boys would ever consider going as far as Nic Spain who placed his porn between the pages of old textbooks. Of course Noah himself owned a grand total of one magazine that had, only a few days earlier been sent to his sister for her latest protest and would no doubt have already made its way onto a bonfire. Which really was the best place for it, for not only had he utterly failed to get remotely aroused by it, it was upon closer inspection everything his sister had claimed it was. Particularly as Noah doubted the majority of men genuinely had ten-inch pricks, or so at least he hoped.

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Noah 'Waygay' van Hagens