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A Very Ordinary Boy (Part 1)
From Chapter 5:
Oh for fuck's sake, this is ridiculous, I'm just going round and round in circles. This growing obsession with Noah Richmond is in danger of tying me up in knots, and if there's one thing my mum is truly expert at, its homing in on teenagers and their emotional and psychological knots. And once she gets her teeth into a good old complicated tangle she doesn't let go until every little kink has been loosened, analysed and sorted'. Well, I'm not about to provide her with even the smallest hint of this teen's inner turmoil' so I need to get some sleep. But I also need to try to find out more about Noah. But it's too late and I'm too tired to work out the answer now. Time to blow a load before I go to sleep. Good night!
Chapter 6: Back-story.
Of course, if I'd thought it through, I'd have realised that the answer to the puzzle of Noah Richmond was right there in front of me every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, every time, in fact, that I went to work. Yeah, I know, you're way ahead of me here, but it wasn't until we were closing up on Tuesday that the light went off in my head, and even then it wasn't me that flipped the switch. Noah had called in, as usual, on his way home from work but as Tani was there already I wasn't surprised that he didn't come over to the book area -- not surprised but way disappointed. At closing time they were the last customers to leave so by the time they were getting ready to go I had already cashed up and closed down my computer and was busy wiping down the tables in the café area, trying hard not to glance over at my walking, talking wank-fantasy too often or too obviously.
I was clearing up one of the window tables and could hear Tani talking to Michelle (something about a new women's clothes place opening up in town somewhere -- really interesting) so wasn't expecting what happened next. Suddenly I felt a gentle pressure on my shoulder and heard a voice that whispered in my ear, "Good to see you, bud. Sorry I couldn't come over to hang." Of course, I straight away knew it was Noah - who else? The feel of his hand on my shoulder and the warmth of his breath in my ear had my blood completely confused -- should it race upwards to colour my face bright lobster or move equally rapidly downwards to turn my cock rock hard? In the end it seemed to take less than a nano-second for it to give up the struggle to choose and simply do both. So there I was, rooted to the spot, my cheeks burning red and my balls turning blue, desperately trying not to turn round and just as desperately trying to think of something witty and entertaining to say in order to keep him close. Thankfully I was saved from further embarrassment and feelings of inadequacy by Tani. Yeah, I'm as surprised as you are that I would be grateful to her for anything, let alone anything to do with Noah. She and Michelle had obviously finished their conversation about local fashion outlets and she was keen to, "Get on out of here before the whole evening is over." And just like that, as soon as Princess Tani snapped her fingers, they were gone and I was left feeling like a balloon that's having all its air slowly let out.
I looked round to watch the Golden Couple' (that's how I'd started to describe them to myself -- yeah, I know, totally clichéd and completely pathetic) as they left FfT, then turned back to finish clearing the table. You know, I think there was even a tear in my eye as I got to thinking about how unfair it was that Tani was the one' in Noah's life, convinced that if he was with me then I wouldn't boss him about like she did; believing that I would be so much better for him than her; knowing that he would be able to be exactly who he wanted to be if I was his boyfriend. The fact that he was self-evidently straight didn't even enter my mind, so determined was I to create this whole idealised reality in my head. I was completely caught up in this wonderful fantasy world and I must have totally switched off because, next thing, Michelle was calling at me to get a move on and finish up. (Except she wasn't actually as polite as that). So I did, reluctantly abandoning my mental version of Never-Neverland and returning to the grim and depressing reality of FfT. (Okay, I know that's way OTT but allow a boy a bit of literary exaggeration. This latest interaction with Noah was making me feel pretty down you know.) Anyway, as I was loading the last of the dirty crockery into the dishwasher, Michelle came over and started to chat.
And it wasn't just general end-of-the-working-day' random chit-chat. Oh no. She said she'd noticed that Noah and I seemed surprisingly friendly (instant red alert) and wondered if Noah and I knew each other from school, "Even though he's a couple of years older than you" (warning bells clanging) and what was it that we spent so much time talking about back there in the book area whenever he came in? (sweat breaking out on forehead) and she hadn't realised that we had much in common (flight-not-fight mode about to kick in). Now, at this point I could easily have folded and/or gone to pieces, convinced that Michelle was onto the gay thing and angling to have her suspicions confirmed. So, of course, I was desperate to avoid any sort of uncomfortable banged to rights' scenario or awkward confrontation, even if that meant walking out of the job at FfT right there and then if necessary. But somehow I didn't do anything like that, in fact an amazing Super Jack stepped up in place of Ordinary Jack and totally took charge of the situation and completely knocked it out of the park. Instead of mumbling some sort of unconvincing and pathetic answer to Michelle's obvious fishing expedition I told her that we just seemed to hit it off and, by the way, what was the story with Noah, anyway? What had happened after all his sporting success at Greenside High and why wasn't he away at college on some sort of scholarship deal?
And that's how I found out about Noah's mum walking out on him, his dad and older brother when Noah was only twelve years old, about his ambition to go to university to study fine art and his father telling him that if he wanted to be a painter he could do like his brother and join the family decorating business. Apparently his version of being both father and mother to his two sons was to keep them close, sometimes, according to Michelle, a bit too close. But who could blame him, being the only parent and "too bloody proud" to accept help from the rest of the family? I also learnt that Noah and Tani had known each other since pre-school, that they'd been best friends for years even while dating other people, before becoming a couple only a few months ago and that she was the person who had really helped him keep it together after his mum left and that she was the only one that he allowed to get really close to him. As Michelle was telling me all this I started to wonder, was she warning me off because she'd sussed out the gay thing and was in `older cousin protection mode'? Or was she trying to protect me from expecting too much and then being let down when Noah shut me out, as she knew from his track record that he was inevitably bound to do? Shit! Life is so confusing, especially when it seems that just the touch of his hand on my shoulder and the feel of his breath in my ear can pretty much reduce me to jelly (apart from my cock which is as far away from being soft and mushy as it's possible for it to be whenever I so much as think about that boy). So I was left to cycle home knowing a little more about Noah but still with unanswered questions rattling around in my head.
Oh, and I totally forgot to tell you the other BIG thing about my shift at FfT tonight - Dan Reed and Milo de Beer came in and I got to serve them because Michelle was busy with a big take-out order. Dan and Milo, otherwise known as D'n'M, are total legends as far as I'm concerned, though that isn't an opinion shared by everyone. They are an officially out' couple at school which, actually, isn't that big a deal. There are several (well, two or three) other gay and lesbian pairings but none as notorious as D'n'M. To be honest I'm surprised you haven't heard of them cause, for a long time, they were the talk of Greenside High. Milo was a big star of the swimming team -- vice captain I think -- and, frankly, it was no big surprise when his drunk of a mum found out he was gay and threw him out of home. (Such a sad old cliché.)
It was a big shock, though, when he started dating Dan Reed `cause Dan was already pretty high in the school's celebrity pecking order. As a youngster he'd been a member of the soccer squad and your typical jock-type, though not in the usual loud and obnoxious way. But then, completely out of the blue, he suddenly quit the team and accused the coach, Mr. Roberts, of abusing him. Well, you can imagine how that went down with the school leadership. At first Principal Ohura refused to believe it. After all, coach Roberts had been at Greenside for years, with endless championships and trophies to his name. No surprise, then, that he was quite the hero and apparently untouchable. But Dan's parents wouldn't let it go or allow Dan's allegation to be swept under the rug and the upshot was that the solid stuff really hit the fan when dozens of other boys, both past and present students and members of the soccer squad, came forward and backed Dan up, saying that they were also victims and it was time something was done about it. If it hadn't been for Dan and his parents the whole disgusting business would have stayed hidden, with paedophile Roberts getting away with it until he retired, which means forever. I think I must have been about twelve or thirteen at the time and, typically, not much aware of what was going on outside of my little gang with Dyl and Si, but even I knew that the Dan Reed/Coach Roberts affair was a VERY big deal. Roberts eventually pleaded guilty and was sent to prison for so long that he'll most likely die there (no great loss to anyone) and Dan became a sort of local pin-up for justice and courage and determination to do the right thing by standing up to the bad guys.
So that's why it came as a major shock when, not only did he ditch his bimbo girlfriend and come out, he did so by marching into school hand in hand with Milo. You could almost hear the sound of jaws hitting the floor. Of course, they got a lot of stick from the usual goons and thugs and life for them was pretty tough right up to when they left school last year, though the swimming team and the soccer guys stood up for them so it never got as nasty as it might have done without that back-up. And ever since then I've thought Dan Reed was beyond cool.
As far as I'm concerned the two of them, both Dan and Milo, are total heroes and I sometimes wish I had the balls to stop hiding/pretending -- whatever you want to call it - and be my true, gay self, at least with Dyl and Si, `cause I do pretty much feel guilty that I've never told them the truth. Of course, it helps that both Dan and Milo are blazing hot -- both tall, tanned, toned and totally terrific. (Did you see what I did there? -- a whole string of alliteration, five words long. Mr. Miles would be way impressed!) In fact, if it weren't for Noah, it's a pretty sure bet that D'n'M would be top of my fantasy wank chart, and to be honest there have been times when the beautiful Mr. Richmond has had to give way to an imagined Jack/Dan/Milo threesome and believe me, those cums have been anything but ordinary. Just thinking about it gets me hard which means, of course, that I'm getting hard now, like really hard right now. And the fact that I am boning up makes it impossible to think of anything else so I'm gonna have to tell you about it.
So, it usually starts out slow, like the three of us hanging out at somewhere like the park or the mall. Of course, this being a fantasy and everything being perfect, D'n'M are walking round hand in hand and no-one gives a fuck. Passers-by don't even look twice, even when Dan and Milo start to seriously make-out, leaning up against a tree or the wall of the Nike store.
By the time we get to my place -- it's always here, never either of their homes -- the making-out has become really steamy and they've got their hands up inside each other's T's and are running their fingers over the smooth skin of their square-blocked abs and stand-out nipples. Me? I'm standing in the corner of my room, so totally turned-on, running my hand up and down the outside of my boner which is desperate to get itself outside of my jeans. You know how it is, your cock is trapped inside your underwear, straining up against the elastic waistband and there's a fantastic mixture of discomfort and anticipation radiating out from your junk. Shit! And all the time I can't take my eyes off Dan and Milo who are literally undressing each other as I watch. Fuck! This whole scenario is so hot. Then, as D'n'M fall onto my bed, and just as zips are being lowered and waste-band buttons undone, one of them -- usually Milo -- looks across at me and holds out his hand, inviting me to join them. I don't need to be asked twice and I'm shuffling across the room, dropping my jeans and wriggling out of my underwear, finally giving my cock space to breathe.
The next thing I know -- and I'm trusting you here with my ultimate wank fantasy - I'm kneeling up in the middle of my bed, naked from the waist down, with two mouths licking and sucking and drooling over my 6+ throbbing inches which are steel hard and pointing out from my body at 90 degrees like a heat-seeking missile. The feelings running up and down my cock and into my balls are beyond incredible and it's only a few minutes before I'm begging those two beautiful boys to ease up before I let loose the greatest and most explosive cum the world has ever seen. And no matter how hard I try to keep the images flowing, how hard I want to slow things down, that's always the point where my breathing gets to be crazy fast and my hand becomes a blur, the picture in my mind melts away and I really do shoot my load all over everywhere, in fact exactly like I've just done. Wait up while I get rid of the mess.
Okay, that's another bunch of tissues flushed away, so now back to why I think D'n'M are so special. One of the things that I really admire about them and the way they handled more or less being forced to come out as a couple, is the brilliant way their families have supported them, apart from Milo's mum and his big sister, of course, who were both kicked out by Mr. de Beer (Gerry I think his name is). No, it's awesome how the rest of both boys' families have had their backs, and that's another reason why I'm not planning on bursting out of the closet any time soon. I don't actually think either my mum or dad would go as far as Mrs. de Beer and throw me out, but neither am I sure that either of them would be singing hallelujahs and inviting round the neighbours to throw their gay son a coming out party. Not that I'd want them to do that but you know what I mean. I don't think I could cope with the look of disappointment on their faces or, even worse, the false reassurances that everything was fine and that, of course, it was entirely up to me how I lived my life and, no, the thought of grandchildren had never so much as crossed their minds. Yes, I do remember telling you that my mum's job makes her super-cool about teenagers and their various issues and traumas, but it's one thing being understanding and empathetic when it's someone else's pathetic offspring that's sinking in the shit, it's something else again when it's your own, one-and-only son. And as for how Rosa would react if the dreadful truth were ever to come out, well, I don't even want to go there.
But I'm feeling more and more torn and more and more confused. In just a few weeks so much has changed, and not all in a good way. Yes, I'm enjoying the job and think I'm not half bad at it, especially the book side of things where I'm getting my head round old Mr. Harrington's systems and, even though I say it myself, finding ways of making them run more efficiently. But having so much contact with Noah, even though it's not the sort of contact I'd really like, has got me properly unsettled and also worried that I'm gonna let my guard down and do something stupid or embarrassing or, even worse, accidentally push open the closet door. And those worries are not helped by wondering whether Michelle is onto me and what she might do or say about it if she works out the truth.
Things are also still a bit weird with Dyl and Si. They know I was really mad at them for the stunt they pulled about the job vacancy but I thought we'd patched that up, with no lasting offence taken by them or me. They've certainly been in FfT enough times, still trying to persuade me to give them staff discount or, as Dyl calls it, "mates rates", and it all seems friendly and normal enough but, I dunno, there just feels to be something off, something not quite normal, about how they are with me. And I can tell that they feel it too, at least, Dyl does, `cause every now and again I catch him looking at me with this, sort of, apologetic look on his face, as if he knows he's done something wrong or upset me in some way and hasn't worked out a way of owning up. It's all pretty strange and, if I'm honest, it's starting to weird me out.
Sorry, this must all be really boring for you. You were hoping to be getting some half-way decent wank-off material and instead it's been one long yawn-fest, with nothing but teenage gay-boy angst and tedium. I'm really tired -- that last cum, you know, when I told you about my fantasy three-some with Dan and Milo, has really taken it out of me (in more ways than one!) -- and I need to sleep. But before I get my head down I'll do you a deal. If you stick with me -- it's good to have someone to talk' to -- I promise that when (if) I finally have real live actual sex with another boy you'll be first with the news (well, third in fact) and, what's more, I'll give you all the juicy details. I can't say fairer than that, though I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you cause it doesn't look as if that great and momentous event is hiding round the next corner.
Anyway, I can't keep my eyes open any longer so I'll see you next time.
Good night.
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