Noah's birthday weekend was one of the best, if not the greatest of my entire life. The rest of the sleepover passed without anything sexually notable, yet I was pleased to know that Noah wasn't at all uncomfortable with the prospect of getting undressed in front of me. When I wasn't sitting around eyeing Noah's beautiful body and begging my boner to go down before I had to stand up, Noah and I just did normal things that friends did.
When I say normal however, I'd have to admit that being friends with someone, for me at least, wasn't normal. Everything was a new experience. Laying in Noah's dark bedroom, talking late into the night about footy, movies, girls, and school. Getting up late to the smell of bacon and eggs from the kitchen by the kind, lovable Mrs Bennet. Riding our bikes into the bush and trying to build a tree house; racing each other in the open drain; and returning to the footy fields as the sun began to set just to throw the ball around and have a few practise tackles. These things were what made the weekend even more remarkable than I had thought possible and by the time I had to return home on Sunday, I felt quite put out.
The phrase 'put out' actually, would be quite an understatement.
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Monday morning wasn't as fun. I was tired and slightly grumpy. I had forgot to set my alarm clock the previous night, and I had to rush desperately to get to school on time. I was still scowling when I entered my first class and took a seat next to Noah.
'Hey man, what's up?' I asked, yawning, and throwing myself down into a chair.
'Erm nothing much.' Noah responded.
It was a moment before I noticed his voice sounded funny. Turning slowly, I was met with a bizarre sight. Five sets of eyes, including Noah's were upon me. The other four boys were grinning from ear-to-ear, obviously holding back fits of laughter.
'What the fuck are you doing Matheson?' a red-headed boy named Nathan said, 'The loner tables over there.'
Nathan pointed across the room, at the empty desk I usually occupied. It took nearly ten seconds in my exhausted state for the entire unusualness of the scene to make any sense. Finally, I realised that I had never sat next to Noah at school before. I had never interacted with his mates either, or generally gave any inkling that Noah and I knew each other.
I glanced at Noah who was giving me an odd sort of look. Was it pleading? I didn't know and frankly, I didn't care. My anger from the early morning had suddenly returned in waves; much stronger than usual.
I gave Noah one last filthy look before standing abruptly, pulling my bag over my shoulder, and cross the room to my usual desk. Droves of laughter followed me all the way there so that by the time I had reached the desk, my face was flushed and my ears ringing. I was so angry and humiliated that I didn't even notice when a couple of spit balls hit me in the back of the head. I did notice the considerable increase in laughter however. Luckily, Mrs Johnson entered the room moments later, and told Noah's friends to be quiet.
As she began writing up notes, I gave Noah a sideways glance. He didn't look as though he had been laughing. Was I imagining it, or did Noah even look a little upset? I pondered this for a moment before reminding myself that I was supposed to be angry, and began scribbling Mrs Johnson's notes furiously.
When class was finished, I stormed from the room and weaved my way through the school buildings to the place our Physical Education class met. I had arrived so quickly, that it took several minutes before the rest of the class showed up.
I refused to look at Noah as we all sat down and waited for Mr Baxter to turn up.
'Alright guys, lets head up to the pool. Everyone stay close together, and I don't want anyone out of my sight.'
My insides did a funny sort of lurch. The pool? How could I have forgotten that swimming started today? I didn't have swimmers or a towel or anything. What could I do? I supposed that I would just have to sit and watch, maybe Mr Baxter would give me some work to do.
So, furious with myself, I got up with the rest of the excited class and headed out of the school and up the footpath towards the public pool. Noah's and his friends were ahead of me, laughing and carrying on as usual. I watched Noah walking; his shorts fitting tightly around his butt showing all that I needed for my imagination to run wild.
I remembered back to yesterday morning when Noah had gotten out of the shower and started drying himself in front of me. I saw clearly, the towel being rubbed back-and-forth across his ass, his lush cheeks juggling slightly as he did so. I saw his hand move the towel into his crack and rub it up and down. And perhaps the best part; when Noah bent down to pick up his undies up off the floor. I would always remember that brief moment. The image of his balls dangling in-between his beautiful legs; his ass-cheeks separating slightly to give me a brief glimpse of the hairy insides where his anus was. I suppressed a shiver.
Noah suddenly got down on one knee and began tying his shoelace. His friends either hadn't noticed or didn't care because they kept walking. I was getting closer until -
'Hey Corey.' Noah said quietly, standing upright and walking alongside me.
I was still angry; indeed I reminded myself to be angry, but something in his sweet yet rough voice broke all of my defences with ease.
'Yeh?' I answered, determined not to look at him.
'Are you keen for swimming?'
'Not really.' I answered truthfully.
'Why?'
'Because,' I hesitated, wondering if I should even bother telling him, 'because I forgot my swimmers.'
'Oh,' said Noah, 'that really sucks man. Hopefully he won't ask you to swim in your undies!'
My insides turned cold. That thought hadn't occurred to me. Would Mr Baxter make me do that? I wasn't sure. Even as I thought it though, I remember the time Jarred last year was made to strip to his undies and join the rest of the guys. Jarred at least, hadn't made a big deal out of it. I wasn't so sure I could do the same.
When we arrived at the pool, the boys headed for the change rooms to dress into their swimmers. It turned out though that Mr Baxter let me sit under a shady bench and do some extra work. As I sat down and watched the rest of the guys exit the change rooms, I wondered if Mr Baxter let me sit out by judging my character and knowing how embarrassed I would have been if he had made me swim in my undies.
The boys lined up in front of me, their backs facing me as Mr Baxter talked them through what they were going to do that day. I couldn't help myself; I essentially stared the whole time at the guys assess. Tight ones, round ones, flabby, squared, small ones; it was so hard to look away. Naturally my eyes met Noah's back, and traced down to his ass, his thighs...
