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A Very Ordinary Boy (Part 1)
From Chapter 8:
It was only as I was riding home that it properly sank in that me, Jack Ordinary' Smith was gonna be spending alone time with Mr. Perfect' Noah Richmond. What do you think about that, Dyl and Si? And not just spending time with him but really hanging out. For a whole 24 hours. Even sleeping together. No, not like that. You know what I mean -- sleeping in the same space together. Oh shit! Now look what you've done. Just the thought of lying no more than a foot or so away from him has got me seriously hard. I'm gonna have to do something about it, so that'll have to be it for today. And talking of hard-ons, you never did tell me about your last wet dream. Next time.? Okay, I'll hold you to that.
Chapter 9: Expect the Unexpected
So that was it huh? Sex? I've heard that you never forget your first time and, you know, I can totally believe it. It definitely wasn't what I was expecting, that's for sure. No, not at all. And before you say anything, yes, I do know that the things they do on College Hunks and sites like that is not exactly normal and that I really shouldn't expect real actual sex to be like it. And don't get me wrong, it's not that I was expecting anything sexual to happen this weekend. No, honestly, it hadn't crossed my mind, so you can take the disbelieving look off your face. So okay, maybe there was quite a bit of hard-core day-dreaming, but no serious hopes, and definitely no realistic expectations. Noah Richmond is STRAIGHT. But it's just like Ms. Ohura says, you know, Greenside High's principal, her favourite assembly theme is "Expect the unexpected so you can be prepared for whatever life throws at you." I think I should have paid more attention. And now I'm asking myself if I was being totally naïve. Were there signs, and should I have noticed them? Read them even?
Anyway, signs or no signs, it certainly turned out to be a weekend I'll never forget. Talk about eye-opening (not to mention eye-watering at times). So many boundaries crossed, some that I didn't even know existed. And I suppose you want a minute-by-minute run-down? Yeah, I thought so. So where to start? Actually, though it may seem strange, last Monday morning would be as good a place as any. And no, I'm not deliberately stalling. I intend to stick to the promise I made about giving you a blow-by-blow account of my first non-solo sexual experience. But you'll have to wait a while `cause you need the full picture.
You remember I said I'd have to spend time over the weekend coming up with a reason why we wouldn't be picking up Dyl as usual on Monday morning? Didn't happen. After what Noah suggested to me on Saturday afternoon, all I could think about was the prospect of spending time away with him, just the two of us. That, inevitably, meant many happy hours imagining all sorts of highly unlikely but very boner-making one-on-one scenarios (yeah, he's supposedly straight, so what? Doesn't stop a boy from dreaming). Which, equally inevitably, meant a very tired cock and completely empty balls by the time Monday morning rolled around. It also meant I had no convincing lie to offer my mum concerning Dyl so I told her the truth -- sort of. I told her we'd had a falling out and that it was no biggie. Things would blow over. I could tell that she didn't believe me, and why should she? After all, in all the years me and Dyl have been friends we've never had a serious disagreement. It was obvious that she was desperate to switch into adolescent psychologist-mode, I could see it in her eyes, but, whether she saw the look on my face warning her off or just decided it wasn't the right time or place I don't know. Whatever, she had the sense not to give me the third degree about it there and then and just dropped me off outside the main gates as usual.
It was only later, at dinner -- just the two of us, dad was pulling a late shift -- that the interrogation started.
"What was the argument about?" (There was no way I was gonna tell my mum that her lovely boy' Dyl was fucking the daylights out of the entirely admirable' Si.)
"Who had started it?" (Even though I was sure that it was all on the two of them, I also knew better than to give my mum the opportunity to give me the `better to forgive and move on than hold a grudge' lecture.)
"Was it serious?" (Of course it was fucking serious. Couldn't she see that? Jeez, what was the point of all those degrees if she couldn't see what was staring her in the face?)
"What was I doing to put things right?" (Me? Why me? I'm the one who's been crapped on.)
Of course, I didn't give her any of those answers and definitely none of the attitude -- I haven't been her one and only child for seventeen years without leaning a thing or two -- so I just kept things light and vague and pretty much non-committal. Again I'm pretty sure she wasn't really buying it, but for some, doubtless sneaky and devious reason of her own, she chose to pretend to accept my explanation and soon moved the conversation on to safer topics, such as the excellence of Rosa's fajitas and how was the job at FfT going? When she asked me that it did, momentarily, cross my mind to tell her about my plans to spend the next Saturday night away with Noah but I quickly decided that that was a subject best saved until dad was home. I was fairly sure I could expect back-up from him if mum tried to veto the idea. It also occurred to me that I'd never mentioned Noah to either of my parents and didn't want to give them a reason to go sniffing around any sooner than was necessary. Yeah, I know I sound paranoid about them, especially my mum, but you've probably got a `normal' mum and dad who accept that you're a nearly-adult and leave you to lead your own life with minimal interference. I just know that my mum would love to get inside my head and write me up as a case study in one of those psycho journals she's always reading.
And since Monday my mum hasn't asked again about Dyl so it looks as if I've managed to dodge that bullet. Not only that, but my plan of arriving at school as close to the first bell as possible, then spending lunch in the art room and getting straight off at the end of the day has also been successful in making sure I've almost never bumped into Dyl and Si (now permanently stapled together). And they haven't come into FfT all week either, a fact that Michelle commented on during my shift on Thursday. She wanted to know if she'd scared them off or upset them when she asked them to cool it in front of the other customers but I just said they'd decided to hang out somewhere `more private', making it sound as if they were ditching coffee in favour fucking, which probably wasn't far from the truth, judging from the glimpses I'd seen of the way they behave together around school. Gross!
But if I was being totally honest I'd have to say that I was really missing them. Yes, I was still struggling to square my head with the fact they'd been sneaking around behind my back for all those weeks, and Si's jealousy' comment was still raw but, honestly, I hadn't realised until this week just how much I depended on our little threesome or how they really did keep me from being a complete saddo. Without FfT these last few days I think I might have tipped completely over the edge. It's even possible I might have had to explain to mum and dad what was going on and that would have been like rubbing salt in the wound. So thank fuck for Michelle, and for the weirdo book-browsers, and the tea-drinkers, and, most of all, for Noah. On both Tuesday and Thursday he came over to the book department to drink his coffee and eat his brownie, even though Tani was with him both times. I could tell she was seriously pissed off cause she kept giving me warning looks every time she was sure that Noah was looking the other way.
The reason he gave for coming over was, he said, because he wanted to talk about our camping trip, stuff like where we might park up and which trails we could ride. Said he'd been cleaning out the back of his work van, trying to get rid of the smell of paint and white spirit, which I thought was really thoughtful of him. That's what he said was the reason for spending so much time with me but I was pretty sure he'd picked up on me being down `cause of the Dyl and Si thing and wanted to cheer me up and give me something good to think about. My mum's always going on about the importance of empathy in "cementing human relationships" so maybe he was doing a bit of cementing ahead of our trip. Was that one of the signals I should have picked up on? Anyway, by the end of my Thursday shift he'd squared it with Michelle for me to finish early on Saturday, around 3.30, when he'd pick me up and we'd head straight off to the park. I would have with me a sleeping bag and whatever I'd need for an overnighter -- toothbrush, deodorant, change of socks and underwear -- and he'd take care of everything else. Our bikes would go in the back of the van and he planned for us to be at the camping spot by 5 at the latest.
All that was left for me to do was let my parents in on the plan, something I'd been putting off all week. I know it's pathetic and totally little-kiddish of me (who'd believe that I'm 17 years old?), but I'd convinced myself that my mum would find some reason to stop me from going - that I needed the time to study, or who was this Noah guy? or Granny Smith was coming over and it'd be rude to miss her - so to avoid the inevitable confrontation I'd just kept my mouth shut all week.
By Friday evening, though, I know I can't put it off any longer. So I wait until dinner is nearly over and both my parents have had a couple of glasses of wine and just sort of blurt out that I'm gonna be spending the following night camping with a friend and will be back some time on Sunday. I sit tensed-up on my chair, waiting for the counter-attack which, amazingly, doesn't come. My dad smiles and starts going on about the camping trips he went on with his friends when he was my age and my mum sits there nodding. Eventually she says she thinks it'll be good for me to have a change of scene and hopes it means that me and Dyl have patched things up. That's when I realise that the reason I'm not getting the third degree is because she thinks that Dyl is the friend I'm going with and I have about a split second to put her right. The second slips by and I just nod my head in a generally non-committal sort of way so I can't be accused later of lying. And that's it, job done. Both parents are onside and I'm kicking myself for getting in such a knot about telling them and making such a big deal out of it.
When I think about it later up in my room I can't help wondering just how much notice my mum actually takes of my life. How could she possibly think I'd be going on a camping trip with Dyl? First off, we've hardly ever slept over at each other's houses, much less gone off for an over-nighter together. And does she really think that Dyl, klutzy, disorganised, geeky Dyl, would be able to survive a trip to the great outdoors without completely freaking out or freezing up? Honestly, what planet is she on? For someone who's supposed to be good at reading young people she really doesn't have a clue about me.
Anyway, I don't suppose you're interested in all this stuff, you just want me to get on to the good bit' -- my night away with the amazing Noah Richmond. Well, as arranged, he turned up at FfT just as I had finished cashing up for the day and was reconciling the takings with the receipts. All day I'd been half looking forward to, half dreading, this moment and a couple of times Michelle had pulled me up for day-dreaming when I should have been working. Of course I apologised and promised to keep my mind on the job but, to be honest, I was so churned up inside with a mixture of excitement, insecurity and anticipation that I was incapable of doing anything other than make it look as though I was giving my full attention to the various book-buyers and coffee-drinkers who passed through the shop, when the truth was that it was all a total act. I could have won an Oscar. And it seemed to work cause it kept Michelle off my back for the rest of the shift.
Noah didn't actually come into the café, just opened the door (ting-a-ling) and called my name, yelling that it was time to go and that he was double-parked. You should have seen the pissed-off look on Michelle's face and a couple of the customers looked up from their afternoon teas to see what the noise was about as I made my totally embarrassed way forward. As I was about to leave Michelle pushed a Food for Thought cardboard box into my hands and told me to have a good time and to be careful and that she expected to hear all about it when I came to work next week.
With bikes, bags and the FfT box stowed away in the back of the van -- looking good and smelling sweet by the way -- we set off out of town. To start with we just talked about nothing much really. I told him how the most interesting thing to happen to me that day was selling a whole set of Thomas the Tank Engine books -- that's 26 volumes -- to an old lady who wanted them as a birthday gift for her son who was going to be 32 years old. I mean, 32 and still reading Thomas the Tank? How pathetic was that? Noah said his dad had made him work for the morning at some retirement apartments where the warden kept creeping him out by coming up close behind him and asking, in a really suggestive tone of voice, if there was anything he wanted. He said he couldn't get out of there fast enough and the only thing that had helped him keep his cool was the thought of spending time away with me. I bet you can imagine what effect that had on my cock. I don't think Noah noticed -- his eyes were on the road after all -- but it had me squirming in my seat trying to ease the pressure in by underwear.
After that we don't talk much for the next few miles but then Noah suddenly says he expects I want to know about him and Tani. Well, this comes completely out of nowhere and for a minute or so I can't think what to say but then I get a few brain cells organised and tell him that his relationship with his girlfriend is none of my business. But that's the thing, he says, Tani isn't his girlfriend. What?!! Are you kidding me? You can guess the surprised look I throw in his direction.
"Well, you had me fooled," I tell him, and that's when he starts in on their whole story, says their families have known each other since forever, their dads both being in the forces together. Their mums became friendly at ante-natal classes so it was inevitable that he and Tani would end up spending lots of time together. All the way through pre-school and on into primary they're dragged around by their mums and are friendly and play together but both have other friends they spend time with. But then, not long after starting middle school, Noah's mum ups and leaves and for some reason he still doesn't really get, the only one he wants to have around is Tani. They, like, become each other's shadows and stay that way right into their teens, even after they start dating other people.
So I'm listening to all this and trying to square it with how I've seen the two of them behave together when they're in FfT, especially how he lets Tani drape herself all over him, and, as far as I can see, they act like a standard boyfriend/girlfriend couple, and that's what I tell him. And he laughs and says that that's good because it means they've got people convinced that they are together which is exactly what they want. So I tell him that I'm not just convinced, I'm also very confused and will he, please, explain what's going on. So he tells me the whole story, says almost no-one else knows the truth, except his big brother.
According to Noah, both he and Tani have had their dating ups and downs over the last couple of years, with his dad making it clear that he doesn't think that he, Noah, is setting his sights high enough (code for he thinks his son always hangs out with easy-lays and no-hopers). On the other hand, he mightily approves of Tani, especially given the way she helped him get through the bad days after his mum walked out on them. So making it look as if Tani is his girlfriend totally gets his dad off his case, while also giving him enough cover to secretly hook up with whoever he wants, and by his own admission that means mostly easy-lays and no-hopers! Though I totally don't understand why someone as all-round attractive and desirable as him should set his sights so low. Probably he's one of those `100% sex, 0% commitment guys'. That, at least, would make some kind of sense.
"Okay," I say, "I can buy that, but what does Tani get out of this arrangement?" And that's when he tells me that Tani's last guy was a total two-faced fuck-up. Older than her and, on the surface, an okay type - friendly, always paid his way, decent set of wheels -- an all-round regular guy. But out of sight and behind the scenes, apparently, he was a nasty piece of work. Bit by bit he had knocked the stuffing out of Tani, physically and emotionally (though the bruises never showed). Got her to the point where she had no life outside of the relationship -- no friends apart from Noah, and even that she had to keep secret or she'd get knocked around. Her grades at school crashed, she lost weight, couldn't go anywhere without him. Then, one night, Noah gets a call from her, sobbing, totally distraught, barely coherent. Eventually he manages to make sense of what she's saying and works out that she's been dumped at some remote derelict farmhouse way out of town, knocked-about, terrified that the guy is gonna come back. She's in a really bad way. Of course, the White Knight instinct takes over and he's straight in his van and driving like a maniac to go find her.
Over the next few hours the whole story comes out and Noah finds out just how bad things had got for Tani. The final straw had been when she finally decided enough was enough and refused to do some kinky sex thing (Noah wouldn't go into details, just saying it was way, way off the chart) and the guy just flips and totally lays into her, beats her up really badly -- black eyes, cut lip, bruises, the whole works -- and then, as a final punishment, dumps her out at the farm house. Although she's in a really bad way she refuses to go to the hospital cause she knows the police will get involved and that can only make things a whole lot worse. So the two of them come up with a plan to explain the injuries by telling Tani's parents that they'd been out for a late-night cycle ride when she hit a pot-hole in the dark and went straight over the handle bars, scraping her face on the tarmac. I reckon the parents must be either amazingly trusting or completely stupid cause they totally buy the whole story and Noah becomes a 100% hero for looking after their daughter so well and bringing her home safely.
So, a week or so later and once Tani's back in circulation, Operation Cover-up' swings into operation (Noah's words, not mine). As far as the world is concerned, the two of them are an inseparable couple -- at least in public -- with Noah free to make random, under the radar' hook-ups (his words again) and Tani's safe from her violent ex and also from any other guy who might fancy his chances with her. Basically it's the perfect result for both of them.
Noah tells me all this as we drive towards the camp site and, by the time he's finished, my head is all over the place. Everything I thought I knew about him and Tani he's completely turned upside down. And not just that, now I'm even more puzzled as to why he wants to spend his weekend with me when he's got the perfect opportunity to hit the bars and get himself thoroughly and cock-numbingly laid. I don't understand but I keep my mouth shut and wait to see how the rest of the trip pans out. Basically I'm just totally stoked that, for whatever reason, it's me that he's gonna be spending the next 24 hours with and I'm determined to make the most of it.
But now I'm whacked and need to sleep so you'll have to wait till next time to find out how Ordinary Jack finally had his cherry taken. I think you'll think it was worth the wait. I'm not sure I do.
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