Date: Thu, 11 Jun 2020 15:02:42 -0600
From: Chris Lee <clee28049@gmail.com>
Subject: The Only Chinese Boy Part 2

The Only Chinese Boy by Clee


This story contains sexual activity between two friends of high school age.
Please do not read if you are under 18.  This story is a product of the
author's imagination, any resemblance to actual people is purely
coincidental.

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The Only Chinese Boy Part 2


When we got to the kitchen, his mother was waiting for us at a large, round
table full of platters loaded with various types of meat, vegetables and
rice dishes.  Sitting next to her was an attractive middle-aged Asian man.
"Billy, this is Mr. Li, Eddie's father."  She said while gesturing for us
to take seats.

"Hello, I'm Billy Taylor."  I said as I took a seat.  Mr. Li nodded at me
and began eating.  "Well," I thought to myself, "now I know where Eddie
inherited his gift of conversation from."

Eddie ate silently, so his mother started a conversation, "Billy, you must
be very special.  Eddie has never brought a friend home before."  Suddenly
Eddie began coughing and choking on his food.  "Eat slowly son, there's
plenty of food."  She looked at him with a concerned mother's face.

The food was delicious, and after a few minutes of mostly quiet eating, the
back door suddenly flew open and a young girl came rushing in, flinging a
pink backpack on the floor.  "Mama!  Baba!  You'll never believe what
happened at dance practice!"  When she looked up and saw me, she froze in
her tracks.  "Hellooo, who are you?"

"Helen, calm down," Eddie's mother stood and picked the backpack up off the
floor.  "This is Billy, Eddie's friend.  Wash your hands and come sit down.
Oh, what happened at dance practice?"

"Forget that," Helen didn't take her eyes off me as she moved to the sink
and washed her hands.  "Hi Billy, I'm Helen, Eddie's sister.  I'm in sixth
grade.  You're cute.  I know what you're thinking, she's too young for me.
But actually, I'm very sophisticated for my..."

"Helen!"  Eddie suddenly came to life, "Sit and eat."

Helen dried her hands and took a seat.  As Mrs. Li loaded up a plate for
her, Helen leaned in and pointed a finger, moving it back and forth between
Eddie and me.  "What's going on here?  You're friends with Eddie?  Why?
Eddie doesn't have friends.  He never talks."

"I talk when I have something to say."  By this time Eddie was glaring at
his sister.

"Eddie's helping me get into shape."  I tried to lighten the mood.
Actually, I thought the whole scene was funny; Helen was everything Eddie
wasn't: Loud, outgoing and social.

We ate the rest of our meal listening to Helen tell us all about what
happened at dance practice that morning.  Mr. Li and Eddie didn't say a
word, two peas in a pod happily eating with no conversation needed.  When
we were finished, I started to help Mrs. Li clear the table.  She let me
know gently but firmly that as a guest, this wasn't expected.  I thanked
her and Mr. Li then turned to Helen and Eddie, "It was nice meeting you
Helen.  Eddie I'll see you on Monday at school."

"Bye Billy!"  Helen waved at me brightly, "Come over anytime!  See you
again!"

I was cracking up at her enthusiasm as I opened the back door when behind
me I heard Eddie say, "Bye."  I turned around and glanced at him, but he
didn't look up.  Another first, Eddie said bye to me.

Before I knew it, Monday morning rolled around and I was off to school.
That morning I didn't pass Eddie in the hallway.  When it was lunch time, I
joined my usual friends in the cafeteria at "our" table.  The seating
arrangement had been worked out organically at the beginning of the school
year and due to the rigidity of cliques, almost no one deviated from that
arrangement.

As my gang sat eating and talking about the usual bull crap, I sensed a
presence behind me.  Suddenly, Eddie appeared and sat down next to me.
"Oh...hey," I said to him as he opened his lunch bag.  You could have
knocked me over with a feather.  Eddie of course gave no reaction as if he
had been sitting here every day and he began to eat silently.

"Eddie!" My friend Nathan exclaimed (he was the loud one).  "Welcome to the
cool table.  I was just about to remind these losers that my birthday party
is Saturday night.  You should come too."  This invitation was a perfect
example of how my classmates regarded Eddie.  He wasn't unpopular, it's
just that he was so quiet that no one knew him or really what to make of
him.  I was secretly happy that Nathan extended the invitation, but I
thought to myself that there's no way Eddie would ever go to someone's
party.

The week passed by uneventfully and as the weekend approached, I was
getting excited for Nathan's party.  About ten kids of our main group had
been invited, both boys and girls. He told us that his parents would be
gone until midnight and they had agreed to provide a limited amount of
liquor on the condition that none of us would drive to the party, or home
afterward.  Since we had all been friends since at least the seventh grade
and we all knew Nathan's parents, we agreed right away at the prospect of
being able to drink.

That Saturday morning I rode my bike to Li's Oriental Foods at 7:00 as
usual to unload the truck with Eddie.  By this time, he no longer waited
for me out front, I went directly to the back of the store and met him at
the loading dock.  We worked silently as usual.  When the truck was almost
empty, Eddie suddenly spoke.  "What time tonight?"  I stopped and looked at
him.

"Do you want to go to Nathan's party?"  I was very surprised.

"He invited me.  I'm going with you.  What time?"

I thought for a moment, "Since we all agreed not to drive, my mom's going
to take me.  We'll pick you up at seven."

"Okay," he replied and went back to work.

We finished our work without speaking.  When I was ready to leave I said,
"Bye Eddie, I'll see you tonight."

"Bye."

"He said `bye' to me again," I thought to myself, "and he wants to go to
Nathan's birthday party."  Maybe Eddie was beginning to come out of his
shell.

When I got home, I collapsed as usual, got up and ate something.  By the
time I watched a movie, had dinner with my parents and little brother and
took a shower, it was time to leave.  My mom and I arrived at the Li's
store right at 7:00 and Eddie was standing there wearing jeans and a denim
jacket over an oversized white T-shirt.  And...he had no hair.  His head
was completely shaved down to stubble.  He looked like a cross between a
Buddhist monk and a gangster. Additionally, the nerdy, round glasses were
gone.  As he got into the back seat, I'm sure he could see the surprise on
my face, but of course he didn't say anything.  "Mom, this is Eddie Li.
Eddie, this is my mom," I said, not able to take my eyes off of him.

"Hello Eddie, it's nice to meet you."  My mom smiled into the rear-view
mirror.

"Hi."  He surprised me again by responding.

"Why did you shave your head?"  I turned around in the passenger seat so I
could get a good look.

"It's almost summer.  This will be cooler."  Of course, his response was
succinct and completely logical.

"Where are your glasses?"  I was probably getting on his nerves, but I
didn't care.

"Contacts."  He looked out the window and the rest of the ride was silent.

When we arrived at Nathan's my mom said she would pick us up at midnight
and we got out of the car.  When we entered the house, I announced our
arrival to my gang, "Hey everyone!"  But clearly Eddie was the star.

"Hi Billy...oh hey, Eddie!"

"Glad you could make it Eddie!"

"Damn Eddie, that haircut is legit!  You look like you could kick someone's
ass!"

A couple of the girls were already descending on him with plastic Solo cups
full of multi-colored concoctions.  "Hi Eddie, want a drink?"

"Why didn't you start hanging out with us earlier?"

For some reason I felt strangely jealous, but Eddie ignored them, remained
silent and made a beeline for the sofa.  Any ideas I had about him coming
out of his shell quickly evaporated.  I sat down next to him and asked what
he wanted to drink.  "Beer."  That was the extent of his party
conversation.  I got him a beer and since I was feeling brave, I took a
mysterious green drink in a red Solo cup from one of the girls.  Eddie
looked visibly relieved when I returned to the same spot next to him on the
sofa.

We all began to have a lot of fun and I was loving just spending time with
this group of people I had grown up with.  I was thinking that there
wouldn't be many more nights like this; next year would be our senior year.
The class of 1996 would graduate, then we'd all be going off to college and
dispersing.

About an hour later we were all engrossed in a game of charades when Eddie
suddenly grabbed my wrist.  I turned to look at him and his faced was as
beet red; this was my first experience with "Asian glow".  I looked at the
coffee table and there were six empty beer bottles scattered in front of
him.  Shit! Six beers in an hour?  Who kept giving him more?  As he looked
at me with glazed-over eyes that were even narrower than usual, he stood up
shakily, pulling me with him.  In the midst of all the commotion, no one
noticed as we walked into the dining room and out into Nathan's back yard
through a sliding glass door.  Eddie continued to pull me through the dark
toward a garden shed.  He dragged me around to the back of it and drew me
into an awkward embrace.

"Billy, I just wanted to be with you.  I only came here because I wanted to
be with you."  Suddenly, his lips were on mine in a very wet, sloppy kiss
that tasted like beer. His tongue found mine and he was moaning
softly. This was not at all how I imagined my first kiss to be, but so far
with Eddie nothing was as I expected it to be.  Now his mouth was on my ear
as he held me tightly to him and slurred, "I like you so much Billy, you're
the one Billy, you're the one."  He continued to hold me close and I could
tell that he was hard, his vertical erection pressing forcefully against
me.  A rush of emotions came over me all at once: excitement, attraction
and confusion.  This was the most Eddie had ever said to me in the two
months since we met, and it was a messy, drunk confession.  I didn't know
what to say.

As it turned out I didn't have to say anything, because Eddie suddenly
turned his head to the side and began to vomit.  Loudly.  It was
everywhere: on his jacket, shirt, shoes and even the back of the shed.  "I
have to get him out of here," I thought to myself, "Come on Eddie."  I put
my arm around him and tried to support him as best I could.  He had to
outweigh me by 30 pounds, easily.  We stumbled back to the patio outside
the sliding door and I plopped him into a lawn chair, ran inside and called
my mom to come and get us, this was years before we would all have cell
phones.  She was surprised that I wanted to be picked up so early, but I
assured her she'd understand once she got to Nathan's.

"Bye everyone, we're gonna get going," I announced to the living room.

"Oh, why?"  Nathan asked, "Where's Eddie?"

"He's passed out drunk on the patio, my mom's on her way.  Happy birthday
Nathan, I'll see you guys on Monday.  Oh, and don't look behind the shed
for a few days unless you want to see what a Chinese buffet run through a
blender looks like."  Everyone waved to me and as I said this, I was
already heading out the sliding door to fetch Eddie.  He was out cold.
"Eddie, wake up.  We have to go out front and wait for my mom."  My parents
were what I would consider to be pretty cool, but I still hoped that my
mother wouldn't be pissed off when she got a load of Eddie's condition.

He stirred just enough for me to half walk, half drag him to the front of
the house.  Just when I thought I couldn't support him for another second,
my mom drove up.  I opened the back door and poured Eddie into the back
seat, pushing him over so I could slide in next to him.  "It looks and
smells like someone had a good time," my mom said with a smile.  I was
relieved that she wasn't upset.

"Yeah, this kid drank six beers in an hour." I said as I tried my best to
get a seatbelt around Eddie.

Suddenly the thought of his parents popped into my mind.  To their
knowledge, I was the first real friend he ever had, and here I was
returning him to them completely wasted after knowing him for only two
months.  "Eddie," I tried to rouse him a bit, "are your parents going to be
angry when they see you like this?"

"They're in Portsmouth," he slurred, "Helen has a dance competition this
weekend."

My mom and I glanced at each other in the rear-view.  "Eddie," she said
suddenly sounding very maternal, "I think you're coming home with us so
that we can look after you.  I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone at
home in this condition."

I glanced over at Eddie for his response.  His head was hanging forward and
he looked terrible.  Then, for the second time since we met, the world
stopped.  Eddie Li smiled.  A foggy, drunk, dreamy smile.  The most serious
person I had ever met, despite his awful condition, now looked happy and
content.  He began to mumble: "I'm going to Billy's house...my Billy's
house...MY Billy's house.  Going to Billy's house..." and he was out.

My mom and I glanced at each other in the mirror again and I shrugged my
shoulders as if I had no idea what he was talking about.


End of part two


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