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Perry and Jesse
The Incredibly Romantic (and slightly kinky) Adventures of Two Boys
Part V Truths and Lies
Chapter 35a: Noah's Arc Pt. 1
"Shit!" I gasped.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," Jessica's older brother said
quietly, a slight smirk on
his long, expressive face.
"But-but-but..." I stuttered. I glanced at the door, which
was closed but...Hadn't I locked
"It doesn't take much to open these kinds of doors," Noah remarked with
a sheepish smile, seemingly reading my mind. He pulled a tiny
screwdriver out of his shirt
pocket. "Artie and I were forever sneaking into each other's
to spy or cause some sort of mischief," he noted nostalgically.
"So...you broke into Jessica's bedroom?" I asked incredulously.
"It seemed like it might be worth the effort," he said with a casual
"Worth the effort...?"
"Jessica's sent me a couple of impressive pics of course, but you're
much more striking
"Striking...?" Gees, what was wrong with me, just mindlessly
his words? I mean, what the fuck was this guy doing in here
anyway? This room--Jessica's room--had been locked!
"Um...look, Noah," I finally managed to find my voice. "It was
meet you and all, but I really need to get dressed."
"Yes, I certainly lucked out in that department," he noted smugly.
I just looked at him in dumb shock, clutching the towel already wrapped
around my waist.
"I'm sorry," he chuckled. Then he looked at me in more serious fashion,
his brow knit as he squinted his eyes against some as yet
unseen danger. "I suppose I should explain. Well, you
see, Perry, I'm quite...how shall I put this?" He mocked a considering expression,
then looked me levelly in the eyes. "Gay."
This couldn't be happening. Had I actually slipped in the shower
stall and hit my head against the wall? Was I actually lying
there right now, buck naked, blood pouring from my scalp, having some
sort of demented dream? That somehow
seemed more plausible than this. Jessica's brother--gay?
"What?!...You're joking, right?"
He shook his head resolutely, the slightly smug, but strained grin
never leaving his
face. "It's not the sort of thing that one normally jokes about, hmmm?"
"Does she know?" was the first question that popped out of my mouth for
"Actually, she doesn't," he replied with slight dismay, "and I'd like
to keep it that way for now if you
It was an arrangement I worked out with Mother and Father back when I
"So Mr. and Mrs. Bainbridge know, but Jessica doesn't?"
"And Arthur--he knows."
"Okay, but why're you telling me this?"
"Have you looked in the mirror lately?"he asked.
"Well, actually, it's kinda steamed up and-"
He laughed loudly, and it was a wet, gravelly sound, undoubtedly due to
"I'm just fourteen," I pointed out irritably.
"Yes, you had a birthday on December the fifth. Jessica told me
about it." He held up the friendship band I had carelessly
slipped off my ankle and dropped on the floor before going in the
I blushed, even though I felt more anger than embarrassment at this
of my privacy.
"Look, Noah," I said in the toughest voice I could muster. "I don't
know why you felt like you needed to tell me about...about yourself
like this, but I do know the door was locked and you shouldn't be in
"Okay, okay!" he said, getting to his feet. But there was
still a sly grin on his face that indicated he wasn't taking my shocked
effrontery as seriously as I was. "I'll leave you to get dressed, but I
wanted to see you. You're a very good looking boy, Perry, age not
withstanding. And I know it was wrong of me to pop in
unannounced, but I didn't think you'd let me just see you...like that,
if I asked."
We just stared at each other for a few heartbeats.
"Would you?" he asked.
"Of course not!" Gees! Again, we just stared at each other. Even
though he was five years older than me, I didn't feel particularly
intimidated. It probably had something to do with that irritating half
that refused to budge from his long face. I may have been way off base,
but I didn't sense any
physical threat here. He had gotten what
he wanted--a cheap look at my stupid fourteen-year-old body, and it
didn't seem to bother him much that I was pissed about it.
"Am I the first self-admitted gay person you've ever met?" he asked
I hesitated, and then shook my head.
"No, that's right. You met Georgie, didn't you?"
At first, I didn't know who he was talking about, and then it hit me.
"George Rauch?" I heard myself whisper.
"He told me about meeting you over the Thanksgiving break.
made quite an impression and he seemed rather smitten. I
laughed at him, and told him
it was patently
absurd to be smitten by a little boy of course, and
that it was all for naught anyway since
my kid sister had already called dibs on you!" He laughed drily at his
My head was spinning. Jessica's brother was gay.
didn't know, but the rest of her family did. And Noah knew George
"I told him he must be out of his mind--an eighth grader, for pity's
sake. But now that I've
actually seen you for myself...." His voice trailed off as he
stare at me. A few drops of water still dripped from my wildly uncombed
hair onto my
shoulders and back. "I've tossed a lot on the table all at once,
I?" he noted with a tinge of regret. "We Bainbridges tend to be
about things. I'm sure you've experienced that with Jessy."
"Jesse?" I asked, momentarily
"Look. I'll let you get dressed now, and if you want to talk more
later, I look forward to it."
I wanted to scream at him that he was out of his fucking mind. What
right did he have to break in here, hoping to catch a glimpse of
my stupid body like some kind of perv? And yet, it didn't seem like a
big deal to him, and maybe I was the one who was blowing things out of
proportion. He was Jessica's brother, after all. He did know
George Rauch, though in exactly what way, I wasn't quite sure. It
be more than coincidence that both of them were about the same age, and
that both of them were gay. "Yeah," I admitted reluctantly despite my
"Very good then," he said with that meticulous pronunciation that made
him sound British somehow, but without the accent. He walked to the
and put his hand on the knob. He took another long look at me, his eyes
roving slowly from my head to my toes and back again.
"Would you like to do a little twirl?" he asked, making a small circle
with his index finger pointed toward the floor.
I shook my head and defiantly held my position. Again he gave me
look over. Finally, our eyes
met again and I did my best to look more annoyed than curious. "My
sister's a very
lucky girl," he said
with a knowing wink, and then let himself out.
If he only knew that Jessica meant practically nothing to me next to my
beautiful blond angel. For what it was worth, I quickly went over and
locked the door
again. Damn! That had been embarrassing, confusing,
and...and...what? It was too much to take in all at once. I felt
a little shiver run down my spine that had nothing to do with the fact
that I was still standing there with wet hair and no clothes on. I
realized I could've just as easily sauntered
out of the bathroom completely naked and gees, wouldn't that have made
an interesting scene? Two Bainbridges in one day would've seen me in my
Still feeling more angry than anything else, I rummaged through my
overnight bag and found the boxers my mom had packed. For crap's
silk with tiny embroidered Christmas trees! Now I understood what
she had meant about me being 'in the mood': the Christmas
mood! Well, Bah Humbug!
First, letting Jessica see me naked, and then confronting Jessica's
obnoxious, and apparently gay, brother. Neither event made me feel much
like decking the halls with boughs of holly, or anything else.
But the sad
truth was, I
didn't want to put my
disgustingly soiled cotton boxer back on, so I slid the ridiculous
underwear on. I consoled
myself with the thought that maybe later in the evening, I'd get Jesse
alone somewhere and give him a little laugh. And then I took the
one step further and figured that, after I'd loosened him up with a
peek at my silly boxers, I'd inform him about my sexual encounter with
Jessica. I'd also for sure tell him about Noah.
Ugh...red socks too. I guessed I really was going to look
Christmasy in spite of myself. Oh well, that was what I got for letting
pack for me. At least she had included one of my favorite fitted
instead of a plain undershirt. The fine cotton weave
Calvin Klein felt good against my skin and I figured I would
still look okay without having to put my button down shirt on right
away. After all, it was only...wow, after three thirty
already! The afternoon was going by much quicker than I had imagined it
was glad for that. Only two and a half hours before I'd see Jesse
again. No doubt he'd look stunning in his dress-up clothes, his golden
blond hair combed smooth and shiny and
parted perfectly down the middle. Of course, he'd have Merissa
Scott on his arm, and she'd probably be grinning like the cat that ate
the canary, being the only 7th grader invited to the party, but
more than likely, she and the other girls would cluster up, leaving me
an opportunity to spend time with my one and only date for life.
I got my dark gray dress slacks out and put them on. My mom had also
remembered to include the belt (Calvin Klein too!), which was much
sleeker and nicer than
my everyday school belt. I picked the friendship band up
off the bed where Noah had dropped it, and dutifully slipped it on,
down so that it was hidden under my sock.
hooked my crucifix back on and slipped it under my T-shirt. My
square toed loafers didn't look very appealing, but I wasn't going to
around this huge house in my red socks, and I certainly wasn't going to
follow Jessica's suggestion and go barefoot, so I stuffed my feet back
into my comfortable Etnies.
I looked around the room and the mess we had made, our school
around haphazardly and the bedcovers pulled off and bunched up at the
footboard. I took a few
straighten things out a bit, stuffing my things into my overnight
bag. I found the pillowcase with my dried spooge on it and
started to toss it in the hamper next to the bathroom. Then I
remembered how I had felt about Jesse's socks, and just laid the silky
feeling bed linen on the floor. She could toss it in with the dirty
laundry or not. I found Jessica's discarded ankle
socks and gave them a tentative sniff. There was a pretty strong
smell there, doubtless from all the vigorous activity associated with
the pep rally--boy's weren't the only ones who suffered from stinky
feet, but even so, there was a hint of that light flowery fragrance
that I assumed was some perfume or eau de toilet that Jessica
used regularly. I wondered for a moment if that was just her
It certainly went well with her physical beauty.
There was yet another mirror, this one an oval, full sized affair in an
elegant wooden frame on the
other side of Jessica's
bed and I dared to glance at myself. It was a little
someone had just told me that I looked so attractive, to see those same
and those puffy lips, and that skinny body staring back at me.
Well, okay, maybe I wasn't that
skinny anymore. My shoulders
were broadening a bit, and that was giving my torso more of the 'v'
shape that I associated with maturing young men. But was I a
fit young man? Fit to be tied, Jesse and Morgan would say! Gosh, I just
couldn't figure it out though. I was so relieved that
Jessica hadn't been freaked out by seeing me naked, but I was also
as to why a nineteen year old college student would break into his kid
sister's room just on the off chance that he might catch a glimpse of
ordinary, fourteen year old boy in some sort of state
of undress. It was hard to believe the audacity of someone admitting to
a total stranger that he was gay. Even though I didn't like the feel of
thought in my head, Noah Bainbridge sure seemed like an arrogant prick,
wondered what relationship he could possibly have had with a sweet and
warm hearted guy like George Rauch. Even though I really didn't
good about him, I knew that I wanted to find out what Noah Bainbridge
had to say about that gentle giant who had rescued me from those
and Hernandez, at the mall the day after Thanksgiving.
I remembered that I needed to call Jesse about the later departure time
so I got
out my cell phone. I hesitated only for a moment, cringing at the
thought of having to spill my guts to my loving but sensitive boyfriend.
"Hello?" I could hear the blaring sound of a cartoon show going
on in the background, meaning that Miranda was probably in the
room, and that meant our conversation would have to be all business-at
least on his end.
"Hi, sweet baby!" Jesse said happily.
"Gees, isn't Miranda there?" I asked worriedly.
"She's in the bathroom giving her dollies a bath, I think. How's
everything at Jessica's?"
"Well...um...." It was time to kill two birds with one stone. Why
wait for a possible window of opportunity later tonight, when there was
no time like the present? I knew I needed to tell him everything, but
words stuck in my throat.
"Are you guys having fun over there without me?" he teased.
He sounded like he was in such a good mood, that I just hated to tell
him what had happened. "I'm sorry, Jesse," I apologized, suddenly
feeling a wave of guilt and regret pour through me and fill my chest
with an unpleasant tightness.
"For...for being with Jessica."
There was a long pause and I couldn't hear anything but the TV.
It was definitely Fairly Odd Parents--I recognized the distinctively
annoying voices. I got ready to apologize
again when he spoke so softly, I could barely hear him over the
chattering cartoon characters.
"Did you...make love?"
"No! Of course not. Gees, no. Gosh, Jesse, I'd never do
that to you, I mean to her. I mean...no, nothing like that."
"Okay." I could hear the relief in his subdued but still raspy
"That's all I need to know, Perry. Really, I'm happy for you. Jessica
is one lucky chick."
"Not really. She probably thinks I love her or something."
"No. But I do like her, and I do find her...attractive."
"Of course. That's only natural. You deserve to have the
prettiest girl in school."
"No, I don't," I countered quickly. "I feel so bad-"
"Don't, okay? I'm telling you, Perry. This is for the
best. Best for us. The less people suspect that we're...you know,
together, the better."
I wanted to tell him that I felt bad about using Jessica as our
'smokescreen,' but I didn't think this was the time for a long, drawn
out discussion about that.
"Look, I'll see you tonight, and you can tell me whatever you
want," Jesse said. "But I'll always love you, so don't
"That-that's hard to believe," I said, swallowing a lump in my
"Okay...." I tried to take in what he had said, tried to push the
guilt back to a place where I could deal with it another time.
"Okay...listen, the reason I called is because Jessica asked me to stay
til eleven instead of ten."
"Oh? Isn't she getting a little greedy?" There was finally a hint
of annoyance in his voice and I actually felt good about that.
"Well, yeah...maybe. But the thing is, my mom is going on a
"Really? That's cool! Is it with that architect guy?"
"Yeah...hehe. I guess she really likes him. So it's not like I
wanna stick around here any longer than I have to, but I think
it would be nice to give my mom a little more time. But I was hoping
you could stay too."
"Yeah, I understand. That's cool. My mom'll probably be
okay with it. She's in a pretty decent mood. She thinks
I was good all week."
"So she doesn't suspect anything about Tuesday?"
"No...." There was a long pause. "God, Perry," he moaned, finally
lowering his voice to a
clandestine whisper. "I'm such a sick motherfucker, but dude, I
so wish it'd been me on
my knees sucking you off, instead of Morgan."
"Oh man, me too!" I blurted. I felt my eyes getting watery.
"Hey, you're not going to burst into tears over there, are ya?" he
chided, but I could hear the quiver in his own voice as well.
"No...no I'm not," I said, trying to convince myself with a deep,
calming breath. There was a
welcome pause in the conversation and I'm sure Jesse was also gathering
wits about him.
"I'll have to talk to Merissa. Even if her mom doesn't go for it,
she can get a ride home with someone else, or even from her
parents. It's no big deal. "
"Okay, good. I'm glad you'll be able to stay with me."
"I'll keep all those big bad girls off you, even if I have to beat up
every one of 'em!"
"Hehe...I hope it doesn't come to that," I said, finding it more than a
little difficult to stuff that guilt back where it wouldn't control my
"Please, please, Perry. Don't
feel bad about...anything. Things'll work out, and I love you so much-"
"Is that your girlfriend?" I heard Miranda ask.
"Okay...gotta go," Jesse sighed wistfully. "I'll see ya later,
"Jesse loves Merissa; Jesse loves Merissa...." I heard Miranda chant
"I love you; I love you so much," I whispered into my cell phone.
"Yeah. That's the best thing ever," he replied before hanging up.
While it was undeniably thrilling to hear Jesse express his love for
frustrated at not being able to tell him what had happened. A
debilitating weariness overcame me that was nothing like the
satisfyingly drowsy feeling I experienced after having a great
thing was, I really did enjoy being with Jessica, and it wasn't that
hard for me to imagine going even further with her. I had the
disquieting thought that, if Jesse wasn't going to make me stop, then
I'd have to be the one to break it off with Jessica...at some
point. But what was that point? I just couldn't think of
that now, standing here in Jessica's bedroom, surrounded by her
furniture, her keepsakes, her scent, the same room where she had
just seen me naked and played with my over-excited boyhood. I sighed
and stuffed the phone into my pants' pocket.
After carefully combing my hair with my own flat brush, I headed
back down the long corridor. Once downstairs, I
decided not to
go through the kitchen and meet up with Barbie and Kendall again, so
I continued on past the staircase into another elegantly decorated
corridor. There were Christmas garlands and festive decorations
everywhere. I could hear the strains of an instrumental version of
Sleigh Ride coming from a
discreetly hidden sound system. I passed a
large room behind open French doors dominated
by a pool table and an enormous overhanging Tiffany lamp, also
festively decorated for the season. Several professional looking people
setting up small round tables throughout the room. They must be
the catering company and apparently, this was where we were going to
passed a few more doors before
the corridor opened into what was obviously the great room.
The first thing I noticed was the spectacular Christmas tree--it
must've been at
least fifteen feet tall and still didn't come close to touching the
ceiling. It appeared to be fully decorated, and its wide
branches were thick with glittering
garlands, glass ornaments, big, colorful bows and
and twinkling white lights. An angel, dressed in extravagant,
intricately embroidered robes, with open arms and wide spread wings was
poised on top, but as gorgeous as it was, I knew my
own sweet angel put that lavish ornament to shame.
There was a double wide staircase that swept down the middle of one end
of the room, curving into two long balconies. Garlands,
ribbons, and bows
covered everything. In the middle of the high ceilinged room was
a crystal chandelier that, with its rainbow glittering tear drop
shards, needed no further decoration to blend in with
the other holiday trappings. Tables and a large mantle were covered
miniature, lighted snow covered villages, one complete with a small
train track and steam puffing engine.
"Perry! Doesn't he look handsome?!" Jessica announced to the room as
trotting up. She leaned in and
kissed me on the
"Mmmmm...You smell so clean!" she crooned and then
boldly kissed me on the lips. "You're wonderful!" It
was a very odd feeling to stand here facing
this ebullient young lady, both of us fully clothed, knowing that she
had seen me
naked less than an hour ago. I'm sure my cheeks turned a little
red, but I wasn't really ashamed. It was nothing like the disturbed,
feelings I had about my strange afternoon with Morgan. Jessica looked
genuinely happy, and
after the awkward position I had put her in on Saturday, I was
glad for that. She was just standing there, looking me up and
down with something that looked like admiration,
rocking slightly back and forth on her heels.
"Hey, I am wearing clothes ya know," I whispered from a tight throat,
trying to make a joke.
"Really? I hadn't noticed!" she giggled. Leaning in closely, she
whispered in my ear. "How do you keep all that...stuff packed away down
there? Isn't it like...distracting?"
People must have been wondering why I suddenly turned redder than a
holly berry, but I tried to keep the phony smile plastered to my face.
"Don't be embarrassed. All those parts I saw today are beautiful. Every
part of you is beautiful."
"I'm not beautiful," I protested through a firm jaw, trying to let
anger push away my embarrassment.
"Really? Well, I'm not the only one who thinks so!" she giggled,
around. That's when
I noticed everyone in the
room was staring at us. There
was Katy of course, standing just a few respectable yards back. While
dressed casually in a simple, Enya T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, her
hair was clearly done up for the party later in the evening.
Presumably, she would change clothes along with Jessica at some
point. Hanging a large
wreath on one of the tall, double front doors, were Mrs. Bainbridge and
Mrs. Mulroney. They made an
interesting and contrasting duo, with Mrs. Bainbridge tall and
thin as a twig, with a deep tan, high cheekbones, an intricate, trendy
and a definite air of
sophistication, while Mrs. Mulroney was short and stout, with bushy red
hair that seemed to cling wildly to her large head. She was
a crocheted white sweater covered with bold Christmas icons and green
"I do believe I need to get in line!" she declared, leaving the
adjustments to Jessica's mom. She scampered over and stood
behind her daughter.
I wondered if I was having another one of those crazy 'girl' dreams
when Jessica took a few steps out of the
way and Katy shyly stepped in front of me, her normally rosy colored
face flushed a bright
red. Glancing apprehensively at Jessica, she then turned to me
and hesitantly puckered her lips. Whoa! Was she going to kiss me
right in front of her mother?
"Perry, don't be rude!" Jessica chided me, glancing at something
over my head. That's when it finally dawned on me that I had
unfortunately entered the room right under a sprig of mistletoe
dangling from a shiny red and green ribbon.
"Oh...um...yeah," I stammered, and then closed the small
between Katy and me and started to kiss her on the cheek. But she
was fast, and with her lips already puckered, she was able to nail me
before I could pull back.
"Why, Katherine Mulroney, you're brasher than your mother ever was!"
mom extolled in her light Irish brogue.
"As if!" Katy
giggled. "Merry Christmas, Perry," she said
sweetly and stepped out of the way.
Now Mrs. Mulroney herself came up, her chubby cheeks all aglow.
"Uh...Hi, Mrs. Mulroney...How've you-" Suddenly, my face was
in her vise-like grip and her lips pressed against mine. Of
course, she didn't french me but there was still no question in my mind
that she was giving me more than a modest holiday
peck. I didn't dare kiss back though and was relieved when she
finally broke our lock. She patted both my cheeks playfully.
"Just as I thought--a true Irishman at heart!" she laughed, and
scampered off giggling like a school girl.
"Um...where's your brother?" I asked, trying to hide my discomfort.
"Oh, I suppose he's out by the pool smoking his damn ciggies!"
"Jessica--language!" her mom scolded from across the
room. It seemed like one of the prerequisites for
motherhood was having exceptionally good hearing as well as that
mysterious third eye in the back of the head.
Jessica cringed a little and gestured for Katy and me to move back
further into the alcove through which I had just entered. She opened a
door and stepped into what appeared to be a small and tidy office,
a desk with a computer. There was also a couple of comfortable looking
chairs, but no one sat down. She
glanced up and down the hallway before closing the door behind us.
"I didn't tell Katy anything yet!" Jessica whispered conspiratorially.
"Tell me--please!" Katy moaned, putting one hand on Jessica and
hand on my bare forearm as if
it was the most natural thing to do. And I had to admit, I liked the
way her soft hand felt on my skin.
"Gees, you guys are...are crazy or something!" I said, blushing
That prompted Katy to squeal in a barely subdued voice: "You did it?!"
Jessica giggled and then looked at me guiltily. "Hush, Katy
Mulroney," Jessica scolded her friend lightly. "I'm sorry,
Perry. I know you're shy. We honestly
don't mean to embarrass you."
"Your cheeks are so red!"
Katy pointed out helpfully, leaning over and flagrantly
kissing one. "Jessy--I'm so jealous!"
What was she talking about? She had Morgan, for cryin' out
loud! There was no way I could compete with Morgan from a purely
physical point of view.
"You know that Katy likes you...a lot, right?" Jessica asked somberly.
"Of course I do! I told you, you knucklehead!" Katy chided,
reminding me more and more of her brazen mother.
Perry," Jessica said seriously. "I tell you what. When you
see Jesse tonight, you just take him aside at some point and tell him
"Oh, I know you two are like peas in a pod. I even feel a little
jealous sometimes because I think you open up to him more than you do
I was about to protest, but she cut me off by touching a finger to my
lips. "And that's okay. I know boys are more comfortable talking
to other boys. I'm not complaining--honestly. I'm
just saying that you should share our...our experience with him, and
I'll share with Katy. We'll each tell our best friend and we'll
be even, okay?"
It bothered me that Jessica could sense the depth of my
relationship with Jesse. I wondered how much more she could see,
and I wondered how much my own body language, or my big stupid eyes
would give away in close quarters later this evening. I also knew
she was right, both about the closeness of our relationship and the
fact that I needed to tell him everything.
"Better yet, you could just show me!" Katy giggled.
"Um...I guess I'll go with Jessica's suggestion," I agreed reluctantly.
"I'm glad that's settled then," Jessica said in a business-like
tone. "Let's go back out and help our moms. We have a lot
to do and we still have
to get ourselves ready."
"Is that what you're going to wear to the party?" Katy asked teasingly.
"I left the rest of my stuff upstairs," I explained, "but I thought it
better not to get
too dressed up, so I could be more helpful."
"Well, I think you're over dressed as it is," Katy declared with
"I think he looks hot in that tight T," Jessica
observed. "And they look great tucked into those belted dress
slacks like that. I mean, look at his waist! Is that not totally
hot or what?"
"These slacks do bring out the shape of his butt!" Katy added
excitedly, shamelessly glancing behind me.
"What can I do to be helpful?" I asked rather loudly, shifting
around so that my derriere was out of Katy's line of sight.
The girls exchanged more giggles over my obvious
discomfort. So much for not
trying to embarrass me! We stepped back into the hallway and I realized
anxious to get back in range of Jessica's keen eared mom just as soon
"Actually Perry, would you be a dear?" Jessica asked. "We
need two of the long tables brought right into the great room--where
the Christmas tree is. We're going to set egg nog and punch and
cookies and candies out right there, rather than in the
kitchen. And my mom doesn't really want a bunch of kids traipsing
through her precious dining room."
"Sure!" I replied both with enthusiasm and relief. My cheeks were going
to burn right off my face if I stuck around these two much
longer. And I wasn't too pleased with what was going on in my pants
either. At least it wasn't pronounced enough to show...yet.
"Morgan said he'd try to come a little early," Katy noted
"Yes, but we really need them now so we can put on the tablecloths and
get everything laid out properly," Jessica reminded her. "They're
pool house actually," she told me. "I'm sure Nobby is
back there somewhere. He'll help you."
Oh, that was just perfect. I'm sure he'd just love to help me!
Jessica gave Katy a little nod of dismissal and Katy
strolled back into the great room, turning once to give me a cheerful
little wave. I waved back. As soon as she was out of sight,
Jessica grabbed me around the waist and pulled me in, burying her face
against my chest.
"Thank you, Perry," she said again in an emotional voice.
"For being the most beautiful boy I could ever imagine. It's too
much to even think what the odds are--that you'd come to our tiny
little school in tiny little Santa Corina, and that you'd be my
As if I'd had any choice in the matter! "So, you still think I'm okay,
even after seeing me...er...you know?"
"Of course, silly," she assured me, still holding me, but straightening
out so she could look me in the eye. "I don't think I'll ever
see, in my entire life, a boy as perfect and handsome as you."
"I think you're getting carried away," I cautioned her. "Really, I'm
nothing special to look at...down there. I'm
pretty normal." I was tempted to tell her to have a look at Morgan, but
right now, all I could think of was how weird it was going to be
him tonight, knowing that he had seen me in such an embarrassing,
helpless state, and had given in to his own ravenous sexual urges at
my expense. I hoped that somehow it had all been worth it. Didn't
some fool once declare that God turned everything to good?
"All right. If you say so," Jessica said in a sing songy way that
indicated she really didn't want to argue with me. "Next time, when we
get together, I'll share as well," she promised.
It seemed pretty clear what she meant by that. I would get to see
her naked, and I had to admit, my dick twitched at the thought,
especially after seeing her rub herself in that special place. I
wondered if that was the happy button that Melissa had mentioned.
"I think you'll like it," she whispered uncertainly.
I brushed her silky smooth cheek. "I know I will." We
our tongues gently brushing one against the other before we parted. She
gave me careful
how to get to the backyard, and I concentrated on not getting lost as I
wound my way through the maze of hallways and alcoves. Finally, I
was standing in a beautiful, open ceilinged room, all done up in a
theme with white painted beams, potted palms, wicker-style furniture
and ceiling fans, a
fully stocked teakwood wet bar and plantation
shutters. There was a couple of round table sets that suggested
might be used as a glorified breakfast nook or morning room. I could
see the spacious
backyard through the long row
of French doors.
In the quickly dimming light of a mid-December afternoon, I could make
out another wide patio outside with several sets of outdoor
tables and chairs, each one complete with its own umbrella and gas
torch heater. Past that, down a wide, but short flight of stairs, was
huge oval pool, already brilliantly
lit from scattered yard lights and dramatically from below by lights
submerged beneath the surface. I didn't think Jessica intended to
take the party outside on
a chilly evening like this, but it would be a spectacular venue once
up a little. The pool was much larger than ours, and was
beautifully landscaped on the far side, continuing the tropical theme
with palms, exotic flowers, and a waterfall that first cascaded into a
raised jacuzzi before spilling into the pool itself. I wouldn't mind
going for a swim with Jessica in that. I hesitated as I saw Noah,
sitting there with his back to the house, legs dangling in the
pool. Was there even a slight chance that he would try to hurt me
in some way? I just couldn't see it. If he really was that
horny, he would have made his move up in the privacy of Jessica's
bedroom where he'd caught me wearing nothing but a towel.
I opened one of the French doors and stepped outside, enjoying the cool
late afternoon breeze on my bare arms. I could now see that Noah
smoking. There was a small ashtray next to where he sat, along
with his flip flops. A puff of dingy gray smoke swirled into the
air. He turned his head disinterestedly when he heard the door close.
He gave me a nod and beckoned me over, a cigarette dangling from his
"You look very sexy in that T-shirt, Perry, and tucked into your
trousers like that...mmmm...very nice."
I resisted the urge to push him into the pool. "Jessica would like us
to bring in a couple of folding tables from the
pool house," I said, trying to cover my unease by sounding
"Why don't you take off your shoes and roll up your cuffs?" he offered
instead. "The water is heated. It's really very
soothing." He kicked his legs and splashed a little water.
"Um...no thanks. We should probably just take care of this. Unless you
don't want to help, that is." I figured I'd offer him
a way out, and just wait for Morgan to show up.
"By all means, let's do the deed," he said with that irritating
smirk. He crushed the rest of his cigarette in the ashtray and
picked himself up. His cargo pants were rolled up to his knees
and his slender calves were pale and covered in light colored
hair. He ignored his flip flops and left a trail of wet
footprints as he led me along the pool's edge.
Past the south end of the pool was a good sized Mediterranean style
building with spackled white walls and a terra cotta tiled roof. The
french doors were
curtained, as were several other smaller windows. Noah let us in
and switched on the lights. The pool house was as impressive as
the rest of the Bainbridge estate and consisted of a large,
high ceilinged room with several skylights interspersed with ceiling
fans. There was a set of wicker furniture and another well
stocked bar. I could see, through an open door, another smaller room
that looked like a simple changing room with a bench against the
wall. At the other end of the
big room was another door, probably leading into a bathroom with a
if it was like other pool houses I had seen. Stacked against the
wall opposite the bar were the long folding tables Jessica had
"Can I get you anything?" he asked, gesturing to what looked like yet
another well stocked wet bar.
"No thanks," I said.
"I'm not much of a drinker myself," he noted. "Tends to lower my
inhibitions more than I like."
That was hard to believe! Still, I ignored his comment and went right
for the tables, the bright green indoor/outdoor carpet feeling stiff
sneakered feet. I waited for Noah to join me and get the other
Instead, he plunked himself down in one
of those round wicker chairs
that was like a bean bag on a stand.
"Jessica is waiting for these tables," I reminded him.
He waved me off. "Come and have a seat, Perry. I think we
for a little chat first."
"Well...I think she wanted them right away," I persisted.
"Why? Will the world come to a crashing halt if she doesn't get them
immediately?" he asked with clear annoyance. He made no motion to
up. "Please, Perry--sit."
Reluctantly, I sat on the wicker sofa furthest from where he was
"Afraid I'll bite, hmm?"
"I do apologize again for...intruding on you the way I did. It
was rather crass and certainly not a way to make a good first
impression--or perhaps it was!" he chuckled. "I do think it was
worth it though," he winked.
A cold shudder went down my spine. "If I were a girl and you did
something like that, you'd be in big
trouble," I pointed out.
He snickered. "You're right about that. And for that
matter, you certainly could go to Jessy, or even Mother, and tell them
what happened. In that sense, you have me totally at a
"Well, I don't want to get you in trouble," I said.
"I know. I can see that you're not a mean or vengeful person by
the truth is, you really do have me by the proverbial balls. Not
only did I break into my kid sister's bedroom to catch a salacious
glimpse of her fourteen year old boyfriend, but I also revealed
something rather significant about
myself that I haven't even shared with my own flesh and blood
yet. So at the very least, I should hope you don't feel intimidated by
"Actually, I think I do," I admitted.
"Quite frankly, if I'd wanted to take advantage of you--sexually or
otherwise--I would have done so by now. I do have a brownbelt in
Tae Kwon Do, you know. It's
practically de riguer for all us fags these days," he noted drily.
"If I seemed uncaring about your...situation. I didn't mean it
"That's very enlightened of you, Perry. Who would've expected an
eighth grade jock to be more understanding than most of the faculty at
your very own alma mater, hmm?" He sighed nostalgically. "Good old H.T.
What a stir we
created there, me and Georgie..."
"You mean, you and George Rauch...?"
"Yes, we were an item, I
suppose you would say," he smiled a little
more sheepishly this time.
"I really like George," I told him.
"I know. Georgie told me all about your little encounter at the
mall. I understand you are involved in some sort of situation with
Arnold Hollister, hmm?"
"Well, take it from me, he is someone to avoid. You
don't ever want to be caught alone with him if you can help it."
"But why? What's wrong with him? I don't even understand
why he wants to hurt me!"
"Well, I don't know the entire story either. But I understand it
had something to do with a rather horny wrestler, hmm?"
"Yeah, Fred Goreski." I suddenly found myself giving him a Cliffs
Notes version of the drama at the rummage sale, including how Gary had
come to my rescue, and shortly after, how Jesse had come to his rescue.
"Your friend Jesse sounds like a remarkable young man," he remarked.
"How fortunate you are to have a friend like that."
"He's totally cool," I assured him, I said, realizing I felt extremely
uncomfortable talking about Jesse with Noah Bainbridge.
"So one of Goreski's crew actually turned on him? That must
have cost the lad dearly. Come to think of it, I do have a vague
recollection of this boy, Van Driesen. Tall basketball person,
rather dark and shaggy, right?"
"Yeah, and he did get beat up some later," I noted sadly, "which I feel
terrible about, but luckily
for him, his
girlfriend is Mario Hernandez's sister, so I think they went easy on
"So Freddie 'Ball Crusher' Goreski is the new king of idiots over there
he's gathered all the losers and wannabe's around him. Seems like
there's always somebody like him to make life unpleasant."
I just nodded in agreement.
"I do have to say
this for him though--he has great taste in young boys."
"Hmmm? Yes, I suppose it is. And for what it's worth, I'm glad
you resisted, and I'm glad you were spared that ordeal." He gave
me a careful look over. "Seeing you now,
I can understand better why George felt so strongly about you. And for
what it's worth, I truly hope
that no harm befalls you, Perry. And yet...." His voice trailed
"Is it not the way of things, that the innocents are corrupted by the
vulgar? That the vile trample the comely?"
"If you mean younger kids getting picked on by older kids, I guess it
always happens--but these guys, they seem like more than just ordinary
"Yes, well, Arnold Hollister, he is indeed--what's the phrase?--a
piece of work."
"Tell me. Tell me about you and George and Arnie Hollister," I
"Well, it is a rather long and involved tale for the brief time we have
now," Noah hedged. He gave me one of his odder stares. "I must admit, I
find it very distracting to be in a
room alone with you."
"Then we should just take the tables in," I suggested quickly.
"Well, I do give myself more credit than that. I shan't be jumping
your bones or anything like that--at least not without your permission.
I'm simply stupified by how incredibly attractive you are."
"You sure aren't afraid to say what's on your mind."
"No, I suppose I'm not!" he said, laughing through his nose. "And
yet, ironically, amongst my own small cadre of intimates, I'm known
more as the
intellectual rationalist than as a horny romantic. In fact, I'm rather
when approaching a potential...date."
"You don't seem very shy to me."
"No, I suppose not, from your point of view. But the fact
that it's unlikely that we will cross paths again
soon also has served to embolden me. You are, after all, about to
ship out for the east coast, hmmm?"
"Yes, to stay with your father and his...mate."
"Yeah. They're getting married," I said unenthusiastically.
"Well, if your father is anywhere near the looker you are-"
"I hate looking like my dad!" I spat, feeling such a surge of
anger that I actually rose to my feet.
"That's very interesting," Noah commented calmly. "You blame your
father for giving you your good looks?"
"He left us, you know--for
this other woman. And he hurt my
mom--alot! If you just
knew her, and what a good person she
is...and-and everytime she looks at me I remind her of him and it must
be torture for her," I finished miserably, surprised at how suddenly
all those powerful emotions had welled up.
"That is truly an unfortunate situation, Perry," Noah said, sounding a
he actually cared. He pulled his legs up and sat Indian style on
the wide chair. "Here I am, admiring your flawless adolescent beauty,
that your parents have bequeathed to you an incredible gift, and yet
your perspective, it's more of
Curse was right.
"So when people are attracted to you because of your physical
actually feel guilty because of the connection you make with your
"You know, Perry...I could make you feel very good right now...if
"Are you hitting on me?"
Noah laughed that raspy, throaty cigarette laugh. "Yes, I suppose we
must call a spade a spade. But I'm also offering you something of
a gift, a few moments of ecstatic pleasure for your keeping mum about
my little secret."
"Don't worry. I won't tell Jessica," I told him plainly. "But I
"You may be right," he said thoughtfully. "It's just that, when I
first got up the nerve to come out to my parents, Jessy was barely
twelve; she still seemed nothing more than a
wide-eyed child. Of course, she's blossomed magnificently since
even I can see the beauty that she's growing into. Thank God she
takes after Mother's side of the family!" he laughed through his nose.
He sighed, and his smug little smile melted away. "I have to admit, it
would be awkward at this point to make such a revelation. I
don't know how she'd take it."
"It's not right to keep it from her--especially when you've told your
family--and everyone at Holy Trinity."
"I never said I told everyone
at school about my sexual orientation. Believe it or not, Georgie and I
did exercise some degree of discretion. We weren't total fools,
although things did get rather
complicated toward the end-"
"George Rauch! Tell me about George-please!" I begged, momentarily
forgetting that this college guy had just been hitting on me.
Instead of answering me directly, that creepy little smile again
his narrow face. "You know, there's no shame in having yourself
serviced by a willing--a
more than willing--male. In
fact, being of the same gender gives me the
advantage of knowing to a very intimate degree exactly what turns
you--or any other boy--on."
"You just want to grab a cheap thrill for yourself," I pointed out
irritably, thinking that Noah Bainbridge was one of the most selfishly
arrogant people I had ever met, gay or otherwise.
"Again, we must call a spade a spade, but in my defense, it wouldn't be
a cheap thrill. On the contrary, it would be a rare and exquisite
experience for me, pleasuring such a beautiful young body. And
additionally, you'd be amazed just how good I can make you feel."
"You're not getting in my pants!" I assured him more brazenly than
I really felt, placing my hand threateningly over
the pocket holding my cellphone.
"As I said, I wouldn't force myself on you...Still, there are things I
could do for you that wouldn't necessarily involve my going into those
forbidden areas that everyone is so uptight about. There are
other parts of the male anatomy that are nearly as
sensitive as the ones we all know about from song and legend. The
nipples, the tummy, the feet. I could do wondrous things with
beautiful feet of yours, Perry Thompson."
"Please, Perry--sit. Relax for a few moments."
"I don't want to relax--with you," I pointed out bluntly. "I
wanna get those tables inside for Jessica. She says there's lots
to do yet and she still needs to get herself cleaned up and stuff
before the party."
"My goodness, you have a one track mind."
"Me? What about you?"
"Touche`!" he smiled self effacingly. "You're right. I
suppose we should get the job done, and I should give up any hope of
indulging my illicit and immoral fantasies." He started to get up.
"Wait," I said, reluctantly sitting back down on the very edge of the
sofa. "I do want to hear about George Rauch...and you."
"Yes, you must want it very badly if you're willing to put up with a
flagrant cad like myself." He waited for me to respond, but I just
stared at him with a neutral expression. "Very well then," he
said, clearing the phlegm from his throat in a very unpleasant manner.
"We must first turn the
clock back about ten years, when my parents first signed me up for
soccer--the local branch of AYSO to be precise. I was somewhat
reluctant about the whole endeavor. You may find this hard to believe,
but at the time, I
was rather more the indoors type," he noted drily.
I found his sarcasm grating, but then he quickly went on to describe
how he and
George Rauch had been assigned to the
same team. Noah had been a complete novice while George already
had developed substantial athletic prowess. They found themselves
time practicing together and going to each other's houses and
eventually, becoming close friends
despite the significant differences in their personalities.
"My passion was for reading--granted, it wasn't all Tolstoi or Faulkner
in the fourth grade. At
that age, I was more into the fantastical works of Tolkien, Alexander,
Asimov and so forth. And Georgie, well he was a born athlete I
suppose, and I admired him for it. Even when I first met him he
was the tallest boy on the team and it seemed that he just kept growing
and growing. Good Heavens, how tall is he now? Six foot
six, six foot seven?"
"I think so," I agreed.
"While he helped me hone my athletic skills, I frequently helped him
out in the academic arena. It was actually a good balance of
reciprocity. After our first season together, we became such close
friends, that Georgie, thanks partially to his improving grades, was
actually able to
persuade his parents to send him to St. Bonnie's, and that must have
taken some doing since Mr. Rauch was even back then less than enamored
the Catholic Church."
That would explain why I rarely saw them at Mass, or even school
functions. Still, I
didn't say anything, just nodding my head
to indicate that I was following along.
"Well, that was wonderful for us, and from the 4th grade on, we were
inseparable. Now during that time, I don't think either one of us
gave much consideration as to what our sexual orientation was
be. Of course we saw each other sans clothing on numerous
whether in locker rooms, changing for a swim, getting ready
for bed, or what have you. Nonetheless, it was obvious that
fantastically well endowed--even as a youngster. Still, at that time,
was only a source
of...envy, I suppose you'd say, and nothing more."
It still seemed hard to pair those two in my mind, even though it
turned out they had grown up together as best friends. There had to be
more to Noah Bainbridge than what I had so far witnessed. I couldn't
imagine George Rauch doing anything as disgusting as what Noah had done
today. I wondered if
maybe I was seeing Jessica's brother at his worst. I wanted to
him how many other under age boys he had solicited lately, but realized
that would make me sound as crass as he did.
"And yes, somewhere toward the end of our stint at St. Bonnie's, we
learned the glories of masturbation. How 'bout you, Perry?" he
asked with a piercing gaze. "
Do you do the wicked deed? Spank the monkey? Bop the baloney? Buff the
I felt myself turning red with embarrassment. "Gees...."
"I take that as a definite and colorful 'yes.' My God, what a vision
that must be. I'd give anything-"
"Gees, Noah! Do you have to say things like that? I thought you were
gonna tell me about you and George!" I snapped irritably, trying to
cover my own discomfort at his brazen sexual insinuations. Buff
"Yes...well...eventually, we moved on to Holy Trinity, and by then, it
clear that I would never be half the athlete he was, no matter how much
skill and effort he put into coaching me. I was a decent swimmer
but never seriously
and really, soccer always was my best game. It was Arthur's too,
incidentally. Georgie of course,
could do it all, but ultimately, his passion proved to be football."
Noah paused, fidgeting around a bit in his chair. "I'm regretting
finishing that last ciggie," he noted uncomfortably. "I know it's
a dirty habit, but it has a very calming affect on me. Are you
enjoying the story so far?"
"It's kinda hard to believe you and Georgie were best friends for so
many years. I mean, you seem so different."
Noah laughed his throaty, smoke-colored laugh. "Yes, well, the truth
is, we always were
very different, cut from a different cloth. But when we were younger,
didn't seem to matter nearly as much as it did later on, and sadly, in
the end, I suppose it did have something to do with our ultimate
dissolution as a...couple."
Noah sighed and I could tell he was feeling the emotional weight of his
own past. Almost as if to distract himself, he seemed to refocus on the
present, and he started
me again in a way that I was getting all too familiar with.
"Um...if this is hard for you, maybe we should just forget about
it. You could write me an email or something," I suggested
"The internet is a wonderful invention for tossing words and ideas
around the world, but it is painfully lacking in the important aspects
of true communication--body language, inflection, nuance, eye contact.
I think if I'm going to share this tale with you, it needs to be done
"Okay," I concurred.
"May I ask you one small favor?" he asked, and his question sounded
"Um, well, what is it?" I asked with a great deal of caution.
"Speaking of body language!" he laughed. "But I digress, both from the
riveting story of my youth, and the small
and innocuous request I wanted to make." He paused expectantly.
"Go on...." I felt myself stiffen, trying my best not to
anticipate what he had in
"I was wondering if you would do me the favor of removing your
footwear?" he asked, and there was a hint of discomfort in his tone.
"Your shoes and socks," he clarified needlessly.
"Isn't it always preferable to leave the feet unshod when relaxing?"
"I'm not very relaxed," I informed him. "And why would you care,
"Again, to call a spade a spade, I find your smooth, young feet,
gracefully curving arches, and long straight toes highly erotic."
"So you want to get off, looking at my feet?" I asked with
He laughed uncomfortably. "I would indeed be getting a significant
amount of sexual pleasure, but
I would stop short of beating off in front of you." He smiled
devilishly and it was a little disturbing how well that suited his
features. "I do still have a modicum of dignity left, and
bedroom, you know."
"You're really weird," I declared. "And creepy." I started to get up.
"It was the summer before our sophomore year that Georgie and I became
lovers," he announced quietly.
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