DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction that contains graphic sexual content. It is purely for entertainment so please enjoy safely and legally. Resemblances to real people, places and events is unintentional (but would be really cool).
A Series of Embarrassing Events Chapter Twenty-Six: Beau Naturel
SUNDAY 18TH APRIL 2021
"The time has come," the walrus said, "To speak or many things: of shoes and ships and ceiling wax, of cabbages and kings and why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings."
Noah was thinking of this poem as he walked to Toby's house on the last day of the Easter holidays. He had put the conversation off for as long as he could but the time had come to set things right with his friend. He wanted Toby to have the chance to think about things, if he needed to, so talking now, before school restarted, felt like a more sensible solution that accosting him at school. Of course, maybe pigs would fly before Toby wanted to be his friend again.
Noah rang the doorbell and waited nervously for the door to open.
"Oh hello, Noah. I've not seen you for a while," said Toby's mum.
To his shame, Noah was relieved to have a short reprieve from talking to Toby.
"Hi. Yea, it's been a while. You look nice," Noah complimented.
"Thank you. You should visit more often," she joked. "Come on in."
Noah stepped inside and shuffled a little nervously. Did she know he and Toby had fallen out? Most mums noticed these things.
"How have you been, Noah?" she asked.
"Fine, thanks. Keeping busy," Noah confessed.
"Ah... a girlfriend?" she asked.
Noah pulled a face; "No. I'm gay."
The words just came out without Noah even thinking about it and Noah wondered how she would take it and what she might say. She might make the conversation with Toby moot if she disapproved of his sexuality.
"Oh... a boyfriend then?" she questioned casually.
Noah wasn't surprised that she was so cool about it but he hadn't given her attitude much thought. On reflection, Noah recognised that he had always known Toby's problem was internalised rather than the result of parental opinions. Toby's dad was perhaps more orthodox in his Jewishness but Noah's incline was to think the man would not be bothered either.
"No but that would be nice... someday," Noah confessed, adding the qualifier.
He hardly wanted to tell the woman he was just playing the field but she smiled knowingly at him.
"Ok. Well, it's only 11AM so Toby might not be awake yet," she said passive aggressively; "Go on up and kick him out of bed if's he's still sleeping."
Noah and Toby had been friends so long that Noah could almost have walked in without knocking the door or ringing the bell. Toby still being in his room an hour before noon was no real change either but he hoped Toby was dressed.
He knocked Toby's bedroom door - an act he wasn't sure he'd ever done before - and a moment later Toby pulled the door open. When he saw it was Noah his expression became an ocean of emotions.
"Your mum let me in," Noah said needlessly. Then he added; "Also, I accidentally told her I was gay."
Toby's expression had become unreadable but he said nothing.
"I don't mean past tense, I was gay... I'm still gay," Noah joked but it didn't sound very funny.
"I was out of line," Toby said quietly.
It was Noah's turn to be silent - he had come to set things right and hadn't really expected Toby to apologise or admit wrongdoing. Noah thought he would ask Toby to be his friend again and let what Toby had said be bygones.
"I don't mean past tense, I was out of line," Toby said with a hint of a grin at using Noah's words; "I am out of line for saying what I said not apologising sooner."
Since Toby hadn't actually said "sorry" Noah smiled.
"So... are you actually going to apologise or..." Noah teased.
"I'm sorry," Toby said with a chuckle. Then he broke down; "I'm so sorry."
Noah and Toby were still stood on opposite sides of the threshold – Noah crossed into the room and put his arms around Toby. The embrace was warm and sincere and they both held on for a few minutes.
Toby felt enormous guilt for the six-week rift in his friendship with Noah that had started because he'd called Noah a slut and insulting his sexual decisions. Toby knew this criticism was born out of many things: confusion about his sexuality, his insecurity, his jealousy of Noah's ease with himself, more jealousy (this time of Noah's sexual experiences and exploration) and most of all contempt.
Toby's contempt was not really with Noah - it was internalised.
Toby recalled some of the things his friends had tried to say, from the moment he and Noah had fallen out. Ronan had reminded Toby: I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.
Toby hadn't listened but Ronan had been right - it was Noah who had made the effort to make amends but it should have been him because it was him who had been in the wrong.
Ronan had been apt to recall something else: Then shall we speak of one who loved not wisely but too well. One not easily jealous but being wrought, perplexed in the extreme.
Unwise, jealous and perplexed quite nicely described Toby's emotions.
"I shouldn't have said what I did. I took things out on you that weren't your fault," Toby said.
"I should have been a better friend. I knew something was wrong and..." Noah felt guilty but Toby interrupted.
"You tried to talk to me, remember? You tried to tell me but I didn't listen," Toby admitted with difficulty.
"You weren't ready to talk I tried to push you. When you pushed back, I went away," Noah thought aloud. "I think maybe the distance I put between us didn't help."
Toby went quiet and Noah stayed quiet too while his friend thought. He had pushed Toby too fast before, now he had to be patient.
"Noah, if I'd been more honest about how I felt... about who I was... about who I am... I would never have had to go through all this," Toby said with a pained expression. "I wouldn't have pushed you away and I wouldn't have hurt my soul. If I'd just been more honest about how much..."
Toby wanted to say, "how much I love you," but found he couldn't. He wasn't sure what he meant by those words - platonic or something more - and he wasn't sure how Noah would take them. It wasn't important right now anyway.
"If I'd been more honest with myself and you, I wouldn't have wasted all this time resenting you. I should never have resented you for not feeling the same way as me. I should never have been angry about you not being confused and afraid, like me, and for finding it so easy to be who you are. I'm sorry."
Noah didn't know what to say to all that. He thought that Toby would need time to process things after their talk but he never anticipated feeling overwhelmed himself.
"I guess we both went through a lot lately. It can be confusing and scary. We've been friends so long, maybe it would have been easier if we'd been figuring things out together?" Noah suggested.
"Maybe," Toby confessed.
However, Toby had his doubts that he would ever have been able to embrace his sexuality the way Noah had. Toby still had doubts that he could embrace it.
"Noah, I think I might be gay. I don't know why that's so hard for me to say because I've always thought I might..." Toby confessed but he couldn't look Noah in the eye. "I've always thought," Toby muttered again.
"I understand," Noah replied; "I love you, mate."
Noah had wanted to say, "it's ok," but he knew Toby's own thoughts continued to conspire against him. Perhaps it was his faith, that was certainly a part of it, yet Toby's mum clearly had no issues with it.
"If you don't want to talk to me about it, why not talk to your mum? I told her I'm gay," Noah said.
Noah wasn't sure if it was helpful or not but he saw a look cross Toby's eye - curiosity, perhaps?
"What did she say?" Toby asked.
"Pretty much nothing. She was really cool about it," Noah said.
"You're not her son," Toby noted.
"No," Noah agreed.
Toby sighed and paced and turned back to Noah.
"What now?" Toby asked.
"It's up to you. I want to be friends again," Noah emphasised; "I don't know if you're ready for that?"
"I'm ready. I'm still a mess with..." Toby nearly avoided saying it but he made himself; "...everything. But I'll figure it out."
"Ok," Noah said.
"Not today though," Toby joked.
Noah chuckled, then asked: "Tomorrow?"
Toby shook his head, "I don't think so."
"You might have been right about something," Noah admitted.
"Can I have that in writing?" Toby asked – feigning shock that he was right about anything.
"I don't like the word you used but I have been... experimenting... a lot," Noah said.
Toby didn't reply at first. He sat on his bed and thought before speaking.
"It seems to make you happy," Toby admitted; "It makes you happy in a way that it didn't make me happy."
"I know... the thing is, I want you to know about it," Noah replied. "If you want to hear it?"
"Ok," Toby said quietly.
"Matty, Ronan and I have fooled around a few times. I'm not dating either of them, I'm really not interested in dating," Noah confessed.
"It's up to you who you do stuff with," Toby said awkwardly.
"And I had sex with Jamie," Noah responded.
"Jamie? Dan's best friend? Fuck, he's..." Toby caught himself as he was about to make a casual remark. The pause felt like an eternal hesitation but it was barely a hitch; "...hot."
"I know," Noah agreed with a chuckle.
Noah had said he wanted to tell Toby about it but not all of it. Dural and Jasper and Scott and Kyo were perhaps too much information at the moment. There was one other thing to share, however.
"There's something else. I've been using Sextr to find boys like me... and boys who like me," Noah played with words.
The last time they're talked about Sextr, Toby had encouraged Noah to add shirtless pictures. That was nearly eight months ago now. Noah continued without comment from Toby.
"I've done a few dares," Noah shared.
Getting naked in the dark and walking home from a supermarket.
Getting cum on by boys at school.
Getting stripped totally naked in the street in broad daylight and caught by schoolboys.
"And I've been doing a thing called EMARP," Noah concluded; "It's a Mass Attendance Role-Playing event where... I get naked and play a life model or a hospital patient exposed in the waiting room. That kind of thing."
Toby remained quiet.
Eventually he replied.
"I could never have kept up with you, Noah," Toby admitted. "I could never do what you do... I could never have kept up."
"Most people would never do what I do," Noah strongly emphasised. "I'm completely insane, Toby."
Toby smiled wanly.
"It's not a competition, Toby. It's really not. I wanted to tell you so that you know... so that you know I'm going through something too. You're not alone when you're trying to figure out who you are and what you want."
"I hadn't thought of it that way," Toby replied.
Now that Toby knew, only Samir was out of the loop. Noah made a mental note to talk to Samir later about it and let him know too. Not that everyone in his life needed to know about role-playing a naughty schoolboy who gets tied to a teachers desk and left naked for a class of boys to find; however, he did want his closest friend's to be aware of his experiments.
"Are you ok with all that? Do you understand that maybe we're not on the same path but we are both on a journey somewhere," Noah said.
Toby's wane smile widened and he nodded.
"What?" Noah asked, curious about the smile that reached the eyes.
"I was thinking about a book but I can't remember the name," Toby said wistfully. "Anyway, someone says they asked their father, what's the difference between a trip and a journey? Their father replied, when you get there my love, you'll understand... and that was the last thing he ever said."
"That's beautiful... and a little sad," Noah said.
They both reflected on what they thought their journeys were but neither knew what the future would hold so it was hard to see what would happen at the end.
"Thank you for coming," Toby said. "I'm glad we talked. I'm happy we can still be friends."
"Me too," Noah said. He stood to leave and turned back.
They hugged again.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow?" Noah asked.
"Yes," Toby replied.
It was a start.
MONDAY 19TH APRIL 2021
"I'm not saying it's impossible," Mateo declared; "I'm just saying that I don't think you'd have a snowball's chance in hell."
"You're an arse," Ronan replied.
"See, it's that kind of attitude that makes you unworthy," Mateo replied gleefully.
<<We're not worthy. We're not worthy.>>
The voice did an acceptable Wayne Campbell/ Garth Algar impression.
"Holy shitballs," Ronan said.
"And the swearing is unworthy too," Mateo added.
<<Wash you're fucking mouth out.>>
Ronan slapped Matty's arm and pointed to the school gates. Ronan and Matty had been loitering by the main entrance to the school waiting for Noah to arrive. The reason for the cursing, aside from being an uncouth boy, was that Noah was walking into school with Toby.
"Holy shitballs," Mateo agreed.
<<You're a bad influence.>>
"Did you know they'd made up?" Ronan asked.
"No, did you?" Mateo asked needlessly.
<<Your friend is an idiot. He's in good company.>>
Ronan was in no mood for the commentary, criticism or pop culture references today but there was no volume control for the pass remarkable voice inside his head. It was a very real voice, literally chattering in his ear but no-one else could hear it.
"No," Ronan said.
Samir was walking alongside them and as they got closer, Mateo caught Sam's eye. Mateo couldn't ask any questions but Sam replied with a raise of his eyebrows and a widening of his eyes: WTF!
"Hi guys," Ronan said.
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"What the fuck is going on? I thought we were still on the one where Ross and Rachel take a break?" Mateo asked.
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"Did you guys... make amends?" Ronan asked.
A grin tugged the side of Toby's mouth.
<<Clever. Continuity reference. Well done.>>
"Yes," Toby replied.
There was an awkward silence as everyone shuffled around the awkwardness of the past few weeks. Bygones be bygones? Was no-one going to fill them in on what had fixed the big Noah-Toby divide of 2021?
"What were you guys arguing about?" Samir asked Mateo and Ronan.
"Who says we were arguing?" Mateo returned.
"You're always arguing," Noah said, then clarified; "Or, debating."
"We were debating whether Ronan was worthy to wield Thor's hammer, Mjolnir," Matty said.
<<Whosoever hold this hammer, if they be worthy, will possess the power of Thor.>>
There followed a general consensus that Matty was right and Ronan was not worthy.
"Why am I not worthy?" Ronan protested; "I could build a nice cabinet or something with it."
<<We're not worthy. We're not worthy.>>
"Because the hammer isn't used to knock in nails, it's the most powerful weapon in the universe," Mateo replied.
"Ok, fine. I can't lift the damn hammer..." Ronan agreed.
"Maybe Thor had a nice boxing glove you could borrow?" Toby muttered uncertainly.
It was hard joining the gang again but he felt good when Mateo burst out laughing at the suggestion.
"That's a great idea, maybe all weapons should be enchanted so only the worthy can use them?" Mateo said.
"Whosoever holds this cheese knife, if they be worthy, will possess the power of cheddar," Samir joked.
"It would solve knife crime. Enchant all knifes so only the worthy can lift them. Then they couldn't be used for dishonourable reasons," Noah said.
"What if I'm trying to make an emergency sandwich and I can't because the bloody bread knife decides I'm not worthy?" protested Mateo.
"An emergency sandwich?" asked Toby.
"You can spread mayonnaise with a spoon easily enough," Ronan supplied helpfully.
<<Yea? Can you chop a tomato with a spoon too? Twit!>>
"And how am I going to cut a sandwich into triangles without a bread knife? Did you even think about that, Ronan?" Mateo exploded dramatically.
"Alright, mate. Calm down," Samir said as he put an arm around Matty's back.
"It just upsets me when people don't think," Mateo said facetiously, burying his face in Samir's shoulder and wailing unconvincingly.
"What about solving gun crime in America?" Toby said ponderously
"What, like: whosoever holds this Armalite Rifle..." said Noah started.
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"...If they be worthy..." Noah continued.
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"...Will possess the power of trained firearms officers and marksmen," Noah completed.
<<Or any dumbass with $1000 to spare, apparently.>>
The bell rang to announce the school day was about to start so there was no time to discuss the Toby-Noah development. Despite their generally silliness, the boys took school seriously – the exam timetable started in a month! However, they had a few more moments to be silly before class started.
"Maybe we could enchant Noah's uniform?" Mateo suggested in a final pass at the conversation.
"Whosoever takes off Noah's uniform, if they be worthy, will possess the power of nudity," Ronan suggested.
"Oh, so basically everyone then," Mateo joked so Noah hit him.
LATER
The bell had rung for the first break of the day and the five boys sauntered outside for fresh air.
"So..." Matty said.
Everyone was waiting for the icebreaker – it was the first time they'd all been on break together for six weeks – and nobody knew what Mateo was going to say at the best of times.
"...I met a girl at the weekend," Mateo finished.
"That's nice," Noah said but he sounded surprised.
Sometimes, he had to remind himself Mateo was bisexual – the only times their sex lives intervened was when they were gay together. Noah had already come to the realisation that he was shockingly self-absorbed and this was just another reminder.
"Does the girl know about it?" Ronan asked sarcastically.
<<Ha ha ha, good one. You implied he's a creepy stalker. Tee hee hee.>>
The boys all laughed and although Mateo glowered at Ronan, he thought it was funny too - which didn't stop him throwing a Malteser at Ronan's head.
"I deserved that," Ronan said.
"What's she like?" Toby asked.
"I gave her money and she did stuff for me," Mateo said.
<<Ah, that makes more sense.>>
"She's a... you met a prostitute?" Samir asked uncertainly.
"No, she sold me two t-shirts for £15. She works in Topman, what did you think I meant?" Mateo asked with a cheeky smile.
Mateo was taking the piss, which sounded about right.
"So, it was love at first sight?" Toby teased.
"Matty and his t-shirts will never be apart," Noah chipped in.
"Yea, talking about t-shirts," Mateo said happily; "When did you guys make up? How did it happen? Was there hugging?"
<<Pics or it didn't happen.>>
"Subtle," Ronan muttered.
Noah and Toby exchanged looks - it was really up to Toby how much he wanted to reveal.
"Noah came to my house to apologise. Which is insane because I'm the one who was out of line," Toby admitted; "We got to talking and..."
"Sometimes friends fall out, people argue," Noah filled in the extended silence; "We're friends again, that's what we both want."
Toby felt a pang again - when they had patched things up, Toby wanted to say, "How much I love you," but platonically or something more? Friends felt underwhelming but anything more felt too big and scary.
"Also, I'm gay..." Toby said very quietly.
He only said it loud enough for his friends to hear but they all heard it and fell quiet in the aftermath.
"I think," Toby added in another sotto voice.
"That was very brave," Samir said proudly, rubbing Toby's back.
"I'm not like Noah, I don't find it exciting and I don't feel liberated saying it out loud..." Toby admitted. "I don't really want to talk about it, I barely want to think about it. But I am."
Toby knew he was talking about internalised homophobia and was embarrassed by his own fears.
"That's ok, Toby," Mateo said gently.
"We're all here for you," Sam promised.
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"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Ronan said; "But we're your friends, we're always here for you."
Toby smiled at Ronan's sympathy - he was the newest friend in their group and Toby hadn't always been fair to him but the sentiment was appreciated.
"Thanks guys," Toby answered.
Samir was surprised that Toby had chosen to come out but impressed he'd taken the leap. He wondered if it was the first step in a longer journey or if Toby would languish for a while. Samir felt lucky - his asexuality didn't come up very often. He felt under-represented and un-included sometimes but it compared to Toby's anguish, Sam felt lucky. Samir didn't feel the need for validation or discussion – he had things more or less figured out and what he hadn't figured out was for him alone.
Noah felt relief that he was friends with Toby again but Toby's uncertainty cast uncertainty over Noah too. So much of Noah's life was dominated by his sexual exploration right now and he wasn't sure where Toby fit into that. He had told everyone about his Sextr and EMARP experiences – when he had told Samir over WhatsApp, he hadn't even been surprised but he did suggest caution.
Ronan meanwhile was thinking about his own confession. As if reading his mind, Herman started muttering angrily but incoherently. Then the invisible voice took shape, with a warning and bitter tone.
<<Don't even think about it. You know you can't tell.>>
Ronan was feeling again that it was time to tell someone about that invisible voice: the commentator, the pass remarkable man, the sarcastic and condescending whisperer, the singer, the quoter of pop culture and the insulter.
<<You'll never tell.>>
Ronan wondered if this was true or only what the voice wanted him to think - it was aware and it told him things but above all it was self-preserving. That was why it didn't want Ronan to talk about it and Ronan listened to that doomsayer. Ronan was inspired by Toby's confession, which must have been hard for him, and he felt the time was coming when he'd have to be brave.
<<You won't tell. I'll never let you tell.>>
"Well I think we've all made some fantastic progress," Mateo said. "Also, did I mention the girl in Topman had nice boobs?"
WEDNESDAY 21ST APRIL 2021
Something unexpected happened on Wednesday.
One would have thought Noah couldn't be taken by surprise anymore given his adventures to date but so many of them were planned in advance, apart from the Daniel's interventions. From EMARP events to Task-Me's to his arrangements with the likes of Dural and Jasper or Scott and Kyo; all of Noah's adventures felt prepared. To be caught off guard without foreshadowing was quite nifty.
"Hi Noah. I was hoping you could do me a favour?" Joon-ho said to Noah as he was about to enter his first class after lunch.
Joon-ho was an attractive boy of Korean descent. His skin was milky brown, his eyes were deeply brown and soulful and his hair was jet black except for streaks that had been dyed silver. Joon-ho was slightly taller than Noah and despite going to the same school for years, they rarely talked.
"What kind of favour?" Noah asked.
Noah's friends were already inside the classroom – they'd miss him in a moment. Joon-ho seemed quite happy to have caught Noah by himself because he shuffled awkwardly.
"I need your help with something," Joon-ho said reservedly; "I'm putting together something for my Art portfolio and I had a model but he's let me down."
"Oh," Noah said brightly; "You want me to model for you?"
"I mentioned it to Jasper and he said you might be willing to help but..." Join-ho hesitated.
"But?" Noah prompted.
"I need to do it today. I mean, I was all set up and prepared for today until my model cancelled and I know it's short notice..."
"That's fine," Noah interrupted. "How about after school?"
"Yes. After school would be perfect but there's another thing," Joon-ho said with a blush. "The reason why I said "but" is because I was going to paint my model."
"Body paint?" Noah asked.
Joon-ho nodded and then said; "Yes. All over. Not naked! Mostly all over."
Noah chuckled at the hurried clarification. He understood now why Joon-ho was embarrassed to ask and why Jasper had recommended him.
"It's fine. Whatever you need," Noah agreed.
Noah didn't tell his friends about the arrangement. For once they didn't have homework plans for after school so when they packed up together, he said he was going to the toilet and he'd see them tomorrow.
So that he didn't feel bad about lying, Noah did go to the toilet.
As Noah held his dick and streamed piss into the urinal, he thought about what Joon-ho was painting a boy's body for. He hadn't even asked. Noah shook the last drops from his prick and tucked it away and then washed his hands and headed for the Art classrooms on the second floor.
The school wasn't quite empty at this time of day – pupils were still studding in classrooms or participating in after-school activities or departing while chatting and teachers were marking homework or making lesson plans or having extramarital affairs in the janitors cupboard. Maybe, Noah didn't know that for sure.
Noah reached the class Joon-ho had directed him to and found the Korean boy already waiting for him. Joon-ho smiled, relieved that Noah had really come but he was nervous too as he had to explain his project.
"Before we start... do you mind..." Joon-ho started to say and found he couldn't.
"Taking my clothes off?" Noah said it for him.
"Please," the teenager replied.
Noah dropped his schoolbag under the nearest desk and removed his blazer, hanging it over the chair in front of the desk. Without ceremony, Noah took off his shirt and tie to reveal his skinny white body and then took off his shoes and socks. Noah gasped as his bare feet felt the cold floor. Everything was put on the chair as the items were removed. Then Noah opened his trousers and pulled them off too so he was stood in nothing but white underpants. His briefs were a bit raggedy but he hadn't known anyone would see them today.
Indeed, Joon-ho hadn't seen them yet because he was preparing his paints and stencils. To avoid the embarrassment of being seen in knackered briefs, Noah dropped them too and added them to the pile of clothes on the chair.
Standing butt naked in school was a thrill. The classroom door was closed and he was confident that Joon-ho wouldn't have recommended this room if there was a danger of being seen. Joon-ho so far seemed like the kind of teenager would would be more embarrassed being seen with a naked boy than Noah was being that naked boy.
Joon-ho turned and gasped when he saw Noah was naked. Not only naked but not even covering up; his flaccid penis was in full view and his short pubes belonged to a boy several years younger. Joon-ho looked away.
"You don't need to be naked, Noah," he said.
"Oh," Noah said, blushing at his mistake.
Noah was so used to exposing himself it hadn't even occurred to him that the artist hadn't meant nude photography. He should have known since it was for an Art portfolio – either as part of his schoolwork or for his submission to an Art School. Noah pulled his frayed briefs back on.
"Where do you want me?" Noah asked.
Joon-ho looked at Noah – who was still indecent in his little pants. It was strange that Noah was so comfortable standing around a classroom in nothing but his underwear but then, there were rumours about Noah.
"Come and sit here," Joon-ho said.
Noah sat and over the next twenty minutes, he applied a mixture of green, red, yellow and brown to Noah's skin. The colours overlapped and blended with little finesse but Noah expected Joon-ho would fix that in due course. As the artist painted, he explained his idea.
"I'm doing a photo series about our relationship with nature," Joon-ho explained. "I wanted to paint my model in autumnal colours and then photograph him in a natural environment."
"That sounds cool," Noah said vaguely.
Joon-ho huffed at the underwhelming response but he hadn't explained it very well.
"The autumn colours represent decay at the end of the life for nature. Transposing that onto humans, you, and then photographing you against the renewed green of spring is supposed to be a metaphor," Joon-ho continued.
"We're destroying ourselves by destroying our environment but ultimately it will survive without us," Noah pondered out load.
"Yes," Joon-ho said excitedly. "We need nature to survive but it doesn't need us. It would be quite happy without us."
"Happier probably," Noah noted.
Joon-ho laughed as his brush strokes continued to tickle Noah's bare skin. Joon-ho even painted over Noah's white briefs, with Noah's permission, so the sixteen-year-old was a mess of autumnal landscape inspired hues.
"The decay of humanity against the renewal of nature that will outlive us," Joon-ho said. "That's my idea. I was in a panic when my model cancelled to thank you for this."
"My pleasure," Noah said.
Joon-ho went quiet as he picked up a finer brush and a stencil with which to start the detailed work. Noah's skin was beautiful – so smooth and white that the paint took to it perfectly. Noah was almost totally hairless and so patient even as his legs were painted down to his toes and his arms were raised so his fine armpits could be filled with colour. Noah was objectively beautiful – not Joon-ho's type, but really very attractive indeed.
"Not many boys would do this," Joon-ho noted.
"I guess I'm not like most boys," Noah replied.
Joon-ho made a "hmm" noise but said nothing else for a little while.
"There are rumours about you," Joon-ho said.
"What kind of rumours?" Noah wondered.
"You know how boys talk. They say you shave yourself for a sugar daddy or you don't really shave at all," Joon-ho said. "Sorry. It's just boy talk."
Noah chuckled and Joon-ho was relieved to see genuine amusement in Noah's face. Noah was relieved that no-one had guess the truth – pornography and an addiction to humiliation and exhibitionism.
"Tell me more," Noah prompted.
"Some of the boys you do PE with say you're shaved so the most popular theory is that you've actually got delayed puberty and the shaving thing is just a cover story," Joon-ho said with an embarrassed smile.
"You saw me naked. Do I look like I have delayed puberty to you?" Noah asked.
Joon-ho sniggered and shrugged.
Noah looked down at himself – no chest hair or pubes peeking from his small briefs and no leg hair – he could see why that was the prevailing theory. Noah was too relieved that no-one had said they had seen his naked video on Sextr or watched his porn so he didn't mind the mortifying rumour.
It had taken over an hour and a half to apply all the paint but Joon-ho was nearly done. Now when Noah looked at himself, he looked like he could blend into a jungle environment. He was painted in camouflage from head to toe – the paint on his face tickled when he smiled or spoke so he tried to keep his face still. Even Noah's briefs had been painted but Joon-ho had left that until last.
Noah enjoyed Joon-ho's discomfort, spreading his legs so that the artist could paint the fabric wrapping his balls and then feeling the prick of the paintbrush as he stabbed and swept over his penis. Noah felt paint applied to the globes of his ass, which was tightly packed inside the small boys briefs.
Joon-ho was relieved when he was finally done and stood back to see if there was any final touches he wanted to add... Not that he wanted to touch Noah or anything. The boy did look splendid – Joon-ho couldn't imagine a model having looked better.
"I forgot to ask. What's your project called?" Noah asked as Joon-ho looked at the nearly naked teen.
"Beau Naturel," Joon-ho said with a snigger.
Au naturel. Nature. It was a clever title.
"That's good. I like that," Noah commented.
"The photo shoot won't take long but we do need to go outside," Joon-ho said nervously.
"Ok," Noah said and he started towards the classroom door.
"I have a gown if you want," Joon-ho stopped him; "The paint should be dry. It's fine if you want to put something on."
"No. I'll just go like this. There won't be anyone around the school now, will there?" Noah pointed out.
Joon-ho looked at Noah in amazement. Despite the rumours about the immature-looking boy with extraordinary body confidence, Joon-ho was still taken aback that the sixteen-year-old was willing to just walk around school in only briefs.
Moreover, go outside in just briefs. Painted or not, Noah was almost naked.
"Do you want to lead the way?" Noah suggested.
Joon-ho carried his camera as he took Noah into the corridor that was thankfully deserted. Joon-jo would have been as embarrassed as Noah if anyone saw them. It was a digital camera that looked exceptionally expensive – because it was.
They passed no-one on the way outside via one of the side doors to the school; neither boy even saw a teacher in a classroom. It was nearly two hours after school finished now so it wasn't unexpected that the building and the grounds outside were so quiet.
It was chilly outside and Noah remembered his feet were bare as he stepped across the cold concrete. They crossed a small courtyard and headed for a line of trees and shrubs just a minute's walk from the school's side entrance.
"Watch your feet, Noah. Be careful," Joon-ho warned compassionately.
The sun was still out and the sky was cloudless but there was, while bright, a washed-out quality to the natural light. Noah felt naked with the damp dirt and leaved under his feet and green leaves of the trees with the brown bark of the trunks surrounded Noah even though he could still see the trees through the foliage.
"Now what?" Noah asked when Joon-ho stopped.
"I want you to lie down here if that's ok?" Joon-ho said.
The spread of leaves and grass underneath them was soft, moss adding a sponginess under Noah's feet. Noah lay down with his head towards the trunk of a tree and his feet pointing back towards the school. Noah gasped as his bare back and thighs touched the cool, slightly damp ground. However, the paint remained undisturbed.
"Put your right arm beside your body and bend your elbow. Put your right hand on your right shoulder. That's it," Joon-ho said. "Now put your left arm on the ground, over your head."
Noah extended his arm as if reaching for the tree – his armpit exposed as he did so. Joon-ho started taking pictures of Noah on the ground, blending into the floor under the canopy of trees. Noah turned his head away and closed his eyes as more pictures were taken of his upper body.
When Joon-ho made his way to Noah's feet, he asked Noah to keep his right leg straight but to bend his left. Noah felt his painted, brief-clad perineum exposed as the clicking continued.
"Now put your right hand on your chest," Joon-ho asked.
Noah obeyed and lay quietly as the artist continued. When Noah was asked to tilt his right knee outward, he felt a cool breeze touch his balls and Noah realised that his testicle must be exposed. Joon-ho seemed to have no sexual interest in Noah but Noah was still in his exhibitionist element with the whole situation.
Noah felt his penis chub up a little and as it inflated, the foreskin pulled back. The slack elastic of the leg holes parted and Noah could feel cool air touch the head of his dick too. It wasn't yet big enough to actually peek out of the briefs but the underpants were parting to reveal more of Noah's genitalia than was decent for a boy's art portfolio.
Joon-ho must not have been focusing on Noah's naughty bits because he made no comment. Though the Korean boy did notice the pale skin of Noah's scrotum and when he stepped to the other side to avoid capturing it, he saw a glimpse of dick.
"Can you sit up now?" Joon-ho asked. "Cross your legs and put your hands on your knees."
Noah complied and gelt his balls get squished from the new position but his penis was appropriately secreted back inside the briefs. Joon-ho took more pictures and asked Noah to put both hands on the back of his head – again exposing his painted armpits – for another few shots.
"Stand up, please," Joon-ho requested.
Noah stood and was asked to hug the tree.
"A little on the nose but ok," Noah muttered and they both laughed.
Noah and Joon-ho would each consider themselves passionate about the environment so the gesture was quite appropriate. Next Noah stood with his back to the tree and hands at hip level, wrapped backwards around the trunk.
"Like I'm giving the tree a reach around?" Noah suggested.
Joon-ho blushed and carried on with his picture taking.
"Can you reach up for that branch with both arms, please?" Joon-ho asked.
Noah did – stretching his body and exposing himself totally. The paint would have reduced the exhibition of the gesture except when Noah looked down, he could see the waistband of his briefs was so slack that it had left a gap between itself and Noah's skin. Noah could see his penis and lack of pubes.
"One more round of pictures, ok?" Joon-ho said.
The artist was totally oblivious to Noah's cheap thrills from the activity.
"Lay down on your tummy," Joon-ho said.
Noah liked the juvenile word and as he pressed his front to the ground, he felt his dick press into the soft grass and moss. Noah's ass was the main feature of the next pictures, or his back for the less sleazy-minded. Noah shifted his position and felt the briefs pull down a bit so the crack of his butt was treated to the same cool breath as his balls and dick had earlier.
When Noah rolled onto his side, he put an arm behind his head and his other along side his body. His hand casually touched his penis as the final shots were taken of the nature boy in his au naturel environment.
"I think we're done," said Joon-ho.
The artist helped Noah to stand up and then thanked Noah profusely. Noah desperately wanted to flirt with Joon-ho or try to seduce him but there had been absolutely nothing sexual about Joon-ho's interest. From start to finish he had been professional almost to the point of being boring.
Noah caught sight of himself in the glass of the door as they approached the side entrance of the school again. Noah was still green, yellow, red and brown from face to toes. Noah no longer blended in like a camouflaged soldier now that he was stood against glass, brick and mortar.
"I should shower," Noah said; "The changing rooms are just along here."
"You don't mind if I go download my pictures, do you? I'm really excited to see them," Joon-ho said.
"More excited to see them than to watch me shower?" Noah asked flirtatiously.
Noah wasn't serious and Joon-ho took it as the joke he intended it to be.
"No thanks. But thank you, Noah. Thank you," Joon-ho said and he hugged Noah.
It was brief as Joon-ho was reluctant to touch a nearly naked boy and Noah's skin was cold and he wasn't into boys in that way. Joon-ho knew Noah was gay and was cool with it but he was sincerely more excited about downloading digital media than looking at naked boys.
Noah walked barefoot to the changing rooms and thankfully found them empty. There was a full-length mirror that offered Noah is first complete look at what Joon-ho had done. Noah's skin was covered with designs that reflected leaves and vines in colours from brown and red to yellow and green; it looked so incredible that it was almost a shame to wash it all away.
Nevertheless, Noah walked into the showers and turned one on. When it warmed, Noah stepped under it and felt the paint begin to sluice off. The colours ran together to create a rainbow of colours than ran down his body and legs and then swirled into the plughole.
Noah rinsed his hair, that against the other colours resembled straw in a field, and then grabbed an errant bottle of shower gel to scrub his skin. Noah washed for ten minutes, rubbing his skin with his hands and indulging the temptation to masturbate in the school showers.
The ratty underwear was sodden, the paint running out of the material but leaving them looking even more shabby than before. Noah's penis was flaccid inside the soft cotton but against the water-darkened material, it's outline was all the more obvious.
Noah pulled the front of his underwear down and tucked the worn waistband under his scrotum. His dick was soft but Noah pulled the foreskin back and washed under the head and then worked it with his fingers and hand until it started to get hard.
Once he was hard, and leaking profusely, Noah surveyed his surroundings. Normally, a dozen or more sexy teenage boys would be naked with him in the showers. It didn't take much to imagine them now; it took even less imagination to imagine their reaction to a boy with a boner in their midst. Noah stepped out from under the water and stood in the centre of the shower – his cock was full and proud and he imagined being mocked for getting a stiffy in the shower. Noah jerked it a few more times but started to get cold feet. Literally – his body was cooling now that he was out from under the water. He stepped buck under the spray to finish off.
Noah tucked his hard-on back into his briefs and waited for it to go down. Once Noah was flaccid again and clean from head to toe, he turned off the water and walked out of the shower area. It was only then that Noah realised two things:
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he didn't have a towel to dry himself with.
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his school uniform was still on the second floor.
Noah was stranded in nothing but dilapidated underpants and had no choice – he'd have to walk through the school in nothing but his briefs to get back to his clothes.
This was not a fantasy!
It wasn't an EMARP or a dare completed miles from school or home.
This was real life.
Noah was nervous as he departed the changing room – barefoot, almost naked and wet. The school was not empty at this time – almost empty certainly, but there was still a risk of bumping into the odd pupil (no-one was more off than Noah), teacher or the janitor.
Noah remained attuned to every sound and made it to the end of the corridor where he and Joon-ho had entered earlier. It was late in the afternoon – school had ended hours ago so he should be safe. Still, Noah didn't dawdle – he made for the nearest stairwell and padded up in his bare feet.
It was humiliating – he was a wet and smooth schoolboy without a uniform and Noah felt that he might die if someone caught him. So why had his dick gotten chubby inside his damp and worn-out undies?
As Noah climbed the stairs, he realised the stairwell had floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the school grounds – if someone looked in, they'd see him. They might not know it was Noah McNelis but it was very clear that it was a nearly naked boy.
Despite the exhilaration and satisfaction Noah felt from being naked, exhibited and embarrassed, he knew he had crossed a line today. This was not an abstract and silly scenario he was indulging in – he was almost naked in school. Noah's chest and back were damp and shiny and his legs were hairless from his thighs to his bare feet.
What if someone saw him?
No-one saw him. Noah was quick and alert to every sound, the school was deserted and he had passed through no areas where activity remained. Noah was lucky this time. Noah made it back to the second floor and checked both directions before entering the corridor.
Noah jogged towards the classroom that was still empty. Noah was almost disappointed that he hadn't been caught but he reminded himself that unlike his fantasy scenarios, real life was not always exciting.
Noah was going to get dressed but now that he was safely in a classroom, an Art classroom, Noah was getting hard again. The run through the corridor had been quick and uneventful but still exciting. Noah closed the classroom door and pushed his undies down to his ankles.
"Oh my god, Noah's taking off his pants," Noah said as if there were someone else in the room.
"Look at his cock, it's getting hard. Oh my god, it's big!" Noah said as he stepped out of the underwear.
"Jerk it. Come to the middle of the room where everyone can see you," Noah continued.
Noah walked to the middle of the Art classroom and sat on a high stool in the middle as if he were a model for the boys studying Art. Noah rubbed his cock up and down the shaft, enjoying the slick slurping noise as he stroked the head and lubed himself for his own cock snot.
Precum trickled out the eye of his cock and Noah closed his eyes as he imagined performing for a class full of boys. This was almost as exciting as his last EMARP – there was no audience but the location was real this time.
Noah was really naked in school and hard and masturbating. Noah came with spurts and oozes over his abdomen. A puddle of ejaculated scum filled his belly button and once the calm euphoria of the orgasm had subsided, Noah picked up his undies to wipe his skin.
Cum had gathered in his short pubes but the damp briefs helped to remove it. Noah got dressed and contemplated the awesomeness of cumming in a classroom while naked. He wondered what other adventures he might be able to have and how far he could go.
As it turned out, Noah didn't need to look for an opportunity because it found him.
Note: the book Toby is talking about is called On the Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta.
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