Date: Wed, 1 Jul 2009 11:40:48 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jonathan 25

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Jonathan 25  May-June 2009


Jonathan was like any other normal young man approaching the age of
nineteen; he had a strong, healthy sex drive.  Rarely a day went by without
relieving himself.  The set-back with James had driven him back on his own
resources; but, because of his months at Bill's place, the desire for
another male was particularly strong.

He gave considerable thought to what might have happened if he had
maintained contact with Steve, the man who he had met in the lay-by a
couple of times, and who had invited him home.  He thought that Steve would
have had a more mature attitude than James to what had taken place when he
had been working for Bill. He thought of going back to the lay-by, feeling
fairly certain that sooner or later he would have been there at the same
time as Steve.  And even if Steve did not appear, then there would be other
men there for some immediate relief and pleasure, if not some more lasting
relationship.  There were other places.  He thought about a sauna.  He knew
there was a Greenhouse sauna in Luton; but there he was rather afraid that
he would be recognised.  If that happened in the sauna it might not be the
end of the world as any man who recognised him would be there with
identical intent.  The real danger was if he was seen entering or leaving
the sauna by someone who recognised him.  Then he thought of going up to
London.  There were a variety of saunas up there.  He remembered some of
the Boys talking about them and their various merits.  He knew that the
punters regarded them as dangerous places for them in case they were
recognised, but that did not apply to himself.  Then there were other
cruising areas not an impossible distance away from where he worked and
lived.  He continued to turn it all over in his mind.

Then something happened at the third cricket match of the season.  This was
an away match against the village of Stuntingford.  As usual Jonathan had
gone into work early on the Saturday morning, and done several hours of
work.  Then he had driven straight to Stuntingford.

The cricket ground was in a picturesque setting.  The river Stunting flowed
down one side, overshadowed by willow trees.  On other sides there were the
village church with its flint tower, and various cottages, some of them
thatched.  He pulled into the car park the same time as Malcolm and Simon
arrived.

"I suppose you two have been having some fun together, while I have been
toiling away, so that your state pensions can be paid!"

They laughed.  "We did have more than a quick lunch together before setting
out," said Malcolm.

"You should join us sometime," said Simon, with a wink.

"I've got something even more important to do this afternoon, beat the home
team."

"I hear they are a good side.  Did well last season," said Malcolm.

"Hope you have a good game," added Simon.

Jonathan went into the pavilion, and was greeted by those members of the
Whitgest team who had already arrived. He changed into his whites.  Very
soon the remaining members of the team arrived.  There was the usual
pre-match chatting, some serious, but mostly frivolous.  They strolled out
to look at the wicket, and commented on whether it would take spin later in
the game.

The umpires summoned the two captains, a coin was tossed, and Whitgest's
captain won, and elected to bat first.  Jonathan started to pad up, as he
was one of Whitgest's opening batsmen.  He faced the first ball.  The
bowler took a long run up, and he proved faster than most who played
village cricket.  Fortunately it pitched well outside the off stump, and
Jonathan was able to leave it.  He breathed an inward sigh of relief.  At
least he was not out first ball, as he had been in the first match of the
season.  But he now knew that this bowler had real pace, and might well
prove difficult to play. The second ball swung slightly in the air, pitched
on the ground, and straightened.  Jonathan played it with difficulty, just
managing to keep the ball away from his stumps, and without giving a catch.

Stuntingford's opening bowler was a tall young man about Jonathan's age.
He had a mop of black hair, and a sharp nose.  He glared angrily at the
batsmen all the time, and seemed to regard the fact of the batsman's
continuing presence at the crease an insult to his virility.  As he walked
back to the start of his run up to bowl he could be heard muttering to
himself.

That afternoon was a real battle between the bowler and all the batsmen,
especially Jonathan.  The bowler was good, very good, and tested every part
of Jonathan's technique and temperament.  The runs came slowly and the
wickets fell steadily.

Jonathan was the penultimate Whitgest man out, - the ninth wicket to fall.
He was convincingly bowled, the middle stump cartwheeling away almost as
far as the wicket-keeper.  As he walked back to the pavilion, the bowler
muttered, "At long bloody last," and grinned.  Jonathan had made 34 out of
a total of 72, only one other batsman had got into double figures.

Jonathan took his helmet and pads off, and removed his box, and wandered
round to where Malcolm and Simon were sitting.

"Well done, Jon.  You had your work cut out this afternoon," said Simon.

"That bowler is good, real good," said Jonathan.  "Very difficult to play."

"That was probably one of your best innings," said Malcolm.  "If you hadn't
been there batting on, we'd have been out for about thirty."

"I don't think I made one decent stroke."

"May be not, but you kept the ball safe for most of the innings.  The
century you made last year for the school was easy compared with your
thirty odd today."

"True!"

The last Whitgest wicket had fallen and tea was taken between the innings.
Jonathan jogged back to the pavilion for the usual tea provided by the
wives of the home team.  There were a number to be fed, the twenty two
players, two umpires, two scorers, and other home club officers.

Jonathan took a plate, and collected a couple of sandwiches, a scone and a
piece of cake.  If he had still to bat he would have taken less to eat, but
he would be fielding for the rest of the day, and as long as he was alert
and could run it was fine.  There was not the mental strain of facing
hostile bowling.  He moved away from the table and moved towards other
members of the Whitgest team who were holding a post mortem on their
disastrous innings.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to look up into the face of the
opponents' star bowler.

"That was a real tussle.  I enjoyed the struggle against you!"  He smiled.

"You're right, it was a real tussle between bat and ball.  I reckon we came
off with honours divided.  I resisted through most of the innings and you
got me in the end."

The man laughed.  "I'll accept that verdict."  He paused.  "My name's
Jason, Jason Bonham."

"Mine's Jonathan Pridham, but I'm called Jon by my friends."

"May I call you Jon off the field, and Mr Pridham when we're playing?"  He
put out his hand, and Jonathan shook it.  "That sounds okay by me."

"Pridham.  Are you related to the store chain Pridhams?"

"Yes, my Dad's the big white chief."

"So you learnt to play cricket at school?"

"Partly, my grandfather, my two uncles, as well as my Dad, played for
Whitgest in their time."

"Real cricketing family.  I can only boast of my Dad who used to score,"
said Jason with a slight laugh.

"And where would we be without the statistics garnered and kept by our
scorers.  Do you live in Stuntingford?"

"Yes, born and bred in one of the houses over there."  Jason waved a piece
of cake in the direction of some houses the other side of the cricket
field.  "Do you bowl, Jon?"

"Only when the game is virtually over, or the side are really desperate."

"Good, so you won't be out for personal revenge."

"No way.  Any way, I can now appreciate your bowling, though I didn't when
facing it."

They laughed.

"See you later, Jon.  They're about resume hostilities.  I bat number
eleven, so hopefully you won't see my abysmal efforts with a bat!"

It was just after seven o'clock when the game concluded. Stuntingford had
won by three wickets.  The players changed back into their every day
clothes, there was a lot of talking in the pavilion.  The two teams mixed
freely, now that the game was over.  Those in the Whitgest team with wives
and families usually went straight back home.  Those who were unattached
usually went to the local pub for a single drink with the members of the
other team, before returning to home to Whitgest, and resorting to the
Eagle and Child where they were able to drink freely as they would not have
to drive home.

Jonathan stood outside the pavilion waiting for Malcolm and Simon, when he
again felt a hand on his shoulder.  "Good game, Jon.  You coming over for a
drink?"  This time the hand remained on his shoulder.

"Yes, my grandfather has been watching the game, so I'll just have a word
with him."

"Did he play cricket too?"

"Yes, in his time he played a lot."

Malcolm and Simon came up to the two younger men.

"Let me introduce you to my grandfather."

Jason's hand came off Jon's shoulder as introductions were made.  The four
of them discussed the match, and Jason was congratulated on his bowling
achievements by the two older men.

"We must be going," said Simon.  "Patricia [wife] is expecting us both back
for a meal; and I'll be in the dog-house if we're late."

"See you later, Gramps.  I don't know when I'll be home, as I'll be going
to the Sparrow and Kid [The villagers' nickname for the Eagle and Child]
when I get back to Whitgest."

Jonathan and Jason turned to go back into the pavilion, while the two older
men went off to their car.

"Does your grandfather live with you, Jon?"

"No.  I live with my grandfather."

"Not with your parents?"

"No.  Diplomatic relations are rather strained on that front.  Improving
slowly, but it is much better that I'm with Gramps for the present.  Do you
live with your folks?"

"Yes and no!"

"What does that mean exactly?"  asked Jonathan with a laugh.

"Well, I live in the house where I was born.  It is my parent's home, but
they have a place in Spain and spend a large part of their time out there.
So much of the time I'm on my tod.  Getting to quite enjoy it, except for
the housework, the washing and the garden."

Jonathan laughed.

About half the two teams adjourned to the Stuntingford local.  Jonathan
just had a bitter shandy as he didn't want to take on too much alcohol,
having to drive back home.  Jonathan and Jason remained together talking
about cricket and life in general.  When the party began to break up they
exchanged telephone numbers.

Jonathan drove back to Whitgest thinking that Jason was a nice guy, but
little more.  It was much later in the evening when he and Malcolm were
undressing before bed that Malcolm made a significant comment.  "Si thinks
that Jason might be gay!"

Jonathan, standing stark naked, turned to his grandfather.  "Does he
indeed."  He stood thinking for a moment.  "Maybe.  He is certainly quite a
tactile person.  But my gaydar didn't register, but that is nothing to go
by.  I shall have to think about it."

"He seems a nice guy.  Even if he did make us lose the match."

"I know that is an almost unforgivable sin in your eyes, Gramps."

They laughed and got into bed.

***

Jonathan thought long and hard about Simon's remark about Jason.  It made
him wonder whether he should ring Jason, and see what transpired.  If he
phoned he wondered when it should be.  If he phoned sooner would it appear
that he was too eager?  If he left it too long would Jason think that he
had got nothing better to do, and was just phoning for something to do?

In the end the matter was taken out of his hands.  When Jonathan got back
from work on Thursday, he had a quick snack and went upstairs to change
into his cricketing gear.  Thursday evening was an occasion when those who
could went round for practice.  In the corner of the village ground nets
had been set up where both batsmen and bowlers could practise their
different contributions to the game.  It was always a friendly occasion and
taken semi-seriously.

Jonathan heard the door bell go and presumed correctly that Malcolm would
answer.  He heard the blur of voices.

Then Malcolm called upstairs.  "Jason to see you, Jon."

Jonathan tucked in his white shirt and did up his trousers, before going
downstairs his usual two at a time.  He found Malcolm and Jason talking in
the kitchen.  They simultaneously greeted each other with the usual, "Hi!"

"I came over to see if you'd like to go out for a drink; but your
grandfather says it is cricket practice this evening."

"How did you find us; we only exchanged telephone numbers."

Jason laughed.  "The telephone directory showed only one Pridham in
Whitgest so I presumed it was your grandfather.  I don't work for the
Police for nothing."

"I didn't know you were a policeman.  We'll have to behave ourselves,
Gramps."

"I am not a Police man.  I work for the Police, in an administrative
capacity."

"The very presence of a policeman makes me start feeling guilty," muttered
Malcolm.

"What of?" asked Jonathan.

"Oh, infanticide, fratricide, patricide and a touch of genocide on the
side, and that's just for starters."  Malcolm held out his wrists to be
arrested.

"Pity I didn't bring some handcuffs," said Jason laughing.  "I didn't know
Whitgest had such a criminal element."

"I'll make my escape while the going's good; and leave you two to decide
what you're going to do."

"I promised just an hour ago that I'd be there," said Jonathan.  "Why don't
you come and join us?  Our two sides aren't playing against each other
again this season, as far as I know, so you wouldn't be spying on us or
being a traitor to your own side."

"But I haven't got the right gear.  I don't fancy doing any bowling in
these jeans.  I sometimes bowl at practice in trainers."

"I'm shorter than you, so my trousers wouldn't fit you.  Let's ask Gramps
if he has any ideas."

Jonathan called Gramps who was sitting down in the sitting room; and when
he answered they went into to join him, and put the problem to him.

"Yes, your whites would just come down below his knees.  I wonder if there
are any of Kev's around.  He's that bit taller than you.  Let's go and see,
I think I know where they may be.  If Jan were still here she'd know
exactly.  The woman did have her uses," he muttered.

Malcolm led the way upstairs, and fairly easily found some trousers which
would fit Jason without being ridiculous.  He then went off muttering about
the things he had to do for the younger generation.

Jason and Jonathan walked the short distance to the Whitgest cricket
ground.  Jason was immediately recognised as the demon bowler from
Saturday's game.  He was warmly welcomed, and invited to join in with both
bat and ball.  The hour and a half went well, and then as the sun got lower
and the shadows of the beech trees lengthened across the ground, the men
adjourned to the Eagle and Child.  It was always a quick one on a Thursday
evening as all the men had work in the morning, for some of them at an
early hour.  It was just before nine o'clock when Jonathan and Jason made
their way along the village street to Malcolm's.  They talked easily
together.

"Will you come in for a drink of some sort?"

"Just a quick coffee, then I must be off."

Malcolm volunteered to get some coffee, with muttered remarks about waiting
on the younger generation hand and foot.  Jason stayed and chatted with
Jonathan and Malcolm for about twenty minutes.  When he got up to go
Jonathan went out to the car with him.

"Good to see you, Jase.  I think your joining in with the guys went well."

"We have our practice on a Wednesday evening.  Why don't you come over to
Stuntingford and have a practice.  We've some teenagers who have started
coming along, it would be good if you could give them some batting
practice.."

"Surely some of your batsmen..."

"Several of our guys commented on your technique.  Said that you knew your
strokes, and had obviously been coached."

"Yea, there was a retired pro at school."

"Well, what about it?"

"Okay I'll come over Wednesday evening, unless it's pouring."

"Why not come for something to eat first, save you coming back here first."

"Okay, meet your folk."

"' Fraid not, they're in Spain."

Jason got into his car and drove off into the darkness.

***

Jonathan and Kevin got into an established pattern of Emailing each other.
Kevin was kept informed about work, cricket, and friendships.  Jason was
soon mentioned with the information that Simon thought that he was gay.
Jonathan was uncertain, and wondered if anything would develop between the
two of them.  Jason was a good looking man, that much taller than Jonathan,
with a thin though muscular frame.  The fact that they had cricket in
common was a big plus.

Kevin kept on spelling out the attractions of New Zealand, and Jonathan was
increasingly taken with the idea of going out there for a prolonged visit.
"No point in coming half way round the world for a fortnight's stay,"
Emailed Kevin.

"I'm not thinking of spending a small fortune on fares and so on for just
two weeks," muttered Malcolm, when they had yet another talk about it.  "I
was thinking of six weeks or a couple of months.  You can stay on out
there, you haven't the burden of a house and garden to look after."

"Or a boy friend back in England to play around with!" said Jonathan, only
to receive a gentle cuff round the ear.

"Jon, if you are really serious about going all that way, you must prepare
your parents."

The next time Jonathan was in Luton he took the opportunity to mention it
to his mother, knowing she would pass anything he said to his more
explosive father.  "Mum, Kevin has invited me to go out to New Zealand."

Lois stopped what she was doing.  "I was afraid that would happen.  You'll
go out there, and not come back."  She came across the room and put her
arms round Jonathan.

"I would go to see what it's like.  And it is just over a day's flight to
get there, or home from there.  Would you miss me?"

"Of course, I'd miss you.  I've lost you once and I don't want to lose you
again.  You're my first born; I'd miss you."

"It wouldn't be like the first settlers, ages for letters to be exchanged,
we can talk on the phone, and Email."

"I suppose so.  But I know your Dad won't be happy about you going to stay
with Kevin and his friend."

"Poor old Dad, he's still finding it so hard to accept the truth about me,
and what that means."

Lois smiled at her son.  She was torn between the two.  She was struggling
still to understand what it meant to be a homosexual person, and to square
that with the teaching that had been given to her by her Church.  Week by
week on a variety of issues Pastor Willis with confident certainty
proclaimed from his pulpit "The Bible says ...".  It never occurred to all
those in the congregation that it was not as simple as he made it out to
be.  It never occurred to them that the Bible had little or nothing
directly to say on many contemporary issues, and that on many issues the
need was to look at Biblical principles, and not to argue straight from
certain Biblical texts which came from and spoke to a very different
society two or more millennia before.  Those who started thinking or asking
awkward questions usually went off somewhere else, where there was a
freedom to think.  Sadly, most of those who left ended up without any
commitment to a church, believing that the views of Pastor Willis were the
views of all.  Lois was an acceptor, not a questioner.

"I struggle to understand, Jon.  I have got one or two books about it out
of the library, and we have talked together.  But I find it difficult to
reconcile what you and the books say, with what the Bible says."

The tragedy in their relationship was that Jonathan was unable to enter
into any helpful discussion with his mother because he had not heard or
read those who were able to use the Bible in the non-fundamentalist way.

***