L.if.E (BoyxBoy)

Betrayal

What a summer; the weather was glorious, my father was away on a six-week residential course, mum just wanted me out of the house whilst she decorated Helen’s bedroom and then mine and I saw Pete nearly every day.

In addition, Stuart had been reprieved and was allowed to leave the house and join his friends, though not officially us. 

He too used to have to employ skulduggery and give alternative reports to his mum as to what he had been doing and with whom and how he had enjoyed it. This proved perilous on a couple of occasions when she spoke to one of the other boys mum’s saying how Stuart had enjoyed being with their son, whereupon the mum would say her son hadn’t been with Stuart on that day. 

Fortunately, Stuart could twist his mum around his little finger and would say he hadn’t said it was whoever and she must have misheard him and she should really go to the doctors and get her hearing tested.  The poor women must have said it so many times to her doctor, only to be told she had no issue with her ears that she was prescribed anti-depressants to stop her worrying so much.

The best day we all had started quite weirdly, in that we had decided the day before that we would cycle in the morning and then go down to Beech’s Dip in the afternoon for a cooling off swim, but we ended up at the local slaughterhouse in the morning protesting at the inhuman treatment of the poor dumb animals.

This was Stuarts fault for bringing along his so-called cousin, Nicholas, who was nineteen and an animal rights activist. He wasn't a real cousin, he was the son of his mum and dad's best friends who became known as aunt and uncle to Stuart.  Nick was staying with Stuart’s mum and dad for the week and though he wouldn’t normally hang out with Stuart, he had decided to tag along, even after Stuart had tried many ways of dissuading him.

I had met Nick before and found him totally boring, but I did have a slight fascination for him as he appeared to take after Stuart in the old trouser snake department but, unlike Stuart who dressed sensibly to accommodate his over large appendage, Nick wore the most inappropriate trousers or shorts possible.

The fashion at the time was to wear your jeans reasonably tight, slung low on the hips and flared at the foot.  Nick however went in for wearing jeans that he must have had grafted onto him and without the normal convention of wearing underwear, but not only that he also tended to wear white ones.  This meant that everyone, no matter how they tried, tended to talk to Nick, either looking away to avoid noticing what they had already noticed or straight down to either confirm what they had seen or through total astonishment or in my case fascination.

Now this makes me sound like a sex maniac, I promise you I am not, it was just that Nick seemed totally oblivious to the reactions he caused, either that or he just didn’t care.  The view was quite extraordinary in that his wedding tackle was fully outlined and obvious, and if he ever got his jeans wet, they became totally see through revealing everything in all its glory as though he was wearing damp net curtains. As I said, he took after Stuart and both of them must have been first in the queue when the gods were giving out manly appendages, so it would be tucked down the leg of his jeans making Nick appear as though he was a very ineffective salami smuggler.

Now, not that I had a habit of noting these things, who am I trying to kid, but Pete and myself would bet which trouser leg it would be tucked down in.  The reason being that Nick, unlike the rest of us, swapped sides when 'dressing' and it would be tucked in either of his jean legs.  Stuart and Pete were righties and I a lefty, though in my case it didn’t make much difference which side it was dressed on as it was never very noticeable at the best of times.  Though I had noted that in a morning Nick tended to dress left and later in the day would change to dress himself to the right, so you can see this was a scientific observation I was making here and not some weird fetish.  Hmmm (Blush), oh yes and due to my research I obviously won most of the bets.