Hey there everyone! I have not written anything in a long while but please forgive me for that. I have a new lover in my life and when the sex is great, none does not tend to think of anything else than getting that nice juicy cock plunged into you. LMAO.
Anyhow, this story will vary from the stuff that i usually write. It will involve a little bit of history aswell, but i hope that the Nifty people will still place the story in the Highschool archive. (wink)
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I love getting mail and promise to respond to every mail i get. With that over, here is the story.
The year 1787
Castelen was running as fast as his feet could carry him to his home. He had to get away from the danger after what had happened the previous night. He had to stop at some point just to get some air into his exhausted lungs. He wiped his hands over his short hair and the sweat out of his eyes as he had to stop himself from bursting into tears. Cristian...no, he can't afford to think of him now. He had to get to his house to grab some of his things and then see if he can't get a place on a ship to the United States or England or...well anywhere! As he reached his home, Castelen ran up to his room and grabbed a bag from under his bed and started to throw all if his clothes into it. Before he could take a last look at his room, he heard the massive commotion in the streets. He dashed to the front door and looked out. Oh no! It was Janco and his gang, and in no doubt they were looking for him and to...he had to get away! But he knew that it was in vain. He couldn't take all his clothes as he knew it would slow him of down and he ran to the back door, looking around with panting breath to see if any of Janco's men was waiting for him. Just as he thought that he had made it, he heard it.
"There he is, get him!"
Castelen ran as fast as he could into the street and headed for the tavern where he knew he would be safe, or at least until his father got home, but to no avail as one of Janco's men dived onto him and held him to the ground. He turned around and started to defend himself but they were simply stronger than him. Kicking and screaming they carried him towards his own house where they dragged him up the stairs, all the while feeling his legs and knees being scraped raw by the furnace. Bleeding and crying, knowing what awaited him, they pushed him inside his room and closed the door, trapping him. He hurled himself at the door, but they were too strong and kept it shut. After several tries, Castelen felt his lanky frame fell against the door in complete agony and exhaustion and saw the tears dripping from his eyes onto the wooden floor. He knew he was going to die. They were going to kill him just like they killed his beloved Cristian. Well, he knew that when his father came home later tonight, he would only find the corpse of his lifeles body. Castelen flung himself on his bed and sobbed bitterly, knowing that his life was about to end and of his poor father. His father who always did the best that he could for Castelen. His father who completely accepted him when he admitted that he had feelings for his best friend, Cristian. And last night, just as he and Cristian came back after a dance in Den Haag, they were cornered by Janco and his men. Because the stories of him and Cristian that rumoured the whole village was extremely true. Yes, him and Cristian was in love and nothing could change that. It was the first time that the people of Den Haag were confronted by two boys falling in love with eachother and did not quite know how to handle it. But the Great Book said that people such as Castelen and Cristian were heading for eternal damnation in the eyes of the Lord Almighty and that's why Janco confronted them. Castelen told Cristian to run, and that he would take care of Janco. But instead of that, Cristian took Castelen's hand and refused to leave his lover there on his own. Castelen didn't know how the time flew by, it was a never ending clock of time that passed from when he felt Cristian's hand in his, squeezing for dear life and when that very same hand became limp and one true love was taken away from his by one slash of the axe that Janco held triumphantly in his firm grip. Some of the other people at the dance came running towards them in hearing Cristian's final screams and that gave Castelen the time to get away. He had been running the whole night and now it was all for nothing, they had him. Determinely, he stood up from the bed and hammered against the door.
"You will never destroy my love for Cristian!!!" he screamed at the top of his voice and sank down to his knees, the tears flowing once more. He knew it was all over. Finally he got an idea. He pick up a piece of charcoal that still remained from the fire that he and his father...he shook his head of the tears that was threatning to pour out and wrote a message on the paper, his hand starting to shake. He took a few more breaths and then wrote once more. After he finished the note, he couldn't stop the tears anymore, thinking that this was the final thing that he ever wrote. He grabbed his wooden clock on his table and opened the bottom compartment, placing the note inside. He jumped over to his bed and pulled it away from the wall, grabbed the loose plank that was underneath and placed the clock inside the gaping whole in the floor, looking up with his teared smeared face, Castelen grabbed a photograph of him and Cristian, that was taken barely 3 weeks ago. He clutched the photo to his chest, kissing it where Cristian was and placed it in the whole as well. He closed the plank and pushed his bed back to its place. He sank down just as Janco came into his own room.
"You know what I do with people like you, Castelen Randers? A man, in love with another man! The Bible speaks about you, you are the devil in disguise! You deserve to die! Die, you filthy piece of scum!"
Castelen softly closed his eyes and Janco lifted the axe once more, hoping, praying that somehow, somewhere, one day, someone would read that note in the hole underneath the floor...
2010
Jesse Gonzalez couldn't wait until school was finished. It seemed like every time he looked at his watch, only 30 seconds had past. He had almost fallen asleep twice already! This was not what he was about normally. He just could not concentrate in a boring History lesson. He was actually begging for the time to go by quicker. There was another reason why he wanted to get home as quick as possible, but he couldn't bare to think of it right now. At the moment that he was about to doze off the bell rang and he was relieved out of his misery. He jumped up, quickly packing his books into his backpack and storming out to his locker where he already his mates, Jason and Shane.
"Fuck, thought that History would never end! I nearly fell asleep in there," Jesse said while placing his books for the next morning into his backpack.
"Your telling me, dude i nearly came in my pants when that new substitute hottie came over to correct my homework," said Shane with a wry smile.
"Hey your about to become a dad, dude! You seriously want to get your cock into another honeycone?" Jason laughed.
It was a very nervous situation for poor Shane. At the tender age of 14 he was about to become a father after one drink too many at the previous Christmas party and fucked Geena Williams into another dimention. In February Geena came over to Shane and told him that she was pregnant. Shane's young life was thrown upside down with this news and after the tests being done, he was indeed that fatehr of Geena's baby. At 14, his own father had a massive stroke when he heard what his young son had done. He had not yet fully recovered and was still a bit limp in his right side. Buy Shane was trying to make the best of the situation and still being a young boy himself, was hoping to avoid the obvious by going on as usual. That comment from Jason really stung him.
"Okay, see you guys tomorrow. Let's have a 3 way call tonight, yeah?"
"Sure, buddy. Damnit Jase, was that really nessasary? You know that the guy is sencitive about his baby!"
"Dude, i really didn't mean to. Come on, lets get over to your place."
The two lifelong friends walked over to Jesse's house, having met for the first time in pre school where a friendship of 10 years had started and now at the age of 15 they were inseparable. When Jesse opened the door and allowed Jason to enter, Jason pressed up to his best friend against the closed door and kissed him so deeply and passionately that both boys gasped for breath. Jesse leaned his forehead onto Jason's and sighed.
"I've missed doing this all day, dude. All the fucking couples walking around holding hands and we can't...its getting harder keeping away from you, man."
Jason embraced his best friend and kissed the top of Jesse's head. They were onlt 15, but their mutual love and friendship had evolved into so much more. Jesse placed him arms around Jason's back aswell and the two boys just stood there in the doorway, showing their love to the other in the only way they knew how.
That night, long after Jason had gone home, Jesse was busy doing his homework when his father came into the room.
"Jesse, please come downstairs, buddy. I have news."
Jesse wrote down one last phrase from his History book and then got up and walked down the stairs where his parents were seated.
"Jess, listen. I have to go to the Netherlands for some business in over two weeks and i was wondering whether or not you wanted to come along since it will be school holidays then."
"That sounds cool, Dad! Well, can Jason come?"
"I don't know, buddy that's gonna cost me extra taking him along. But it will only be for a week."
Jesse sat quietly watching telly with his parents while he was entertaining new thoughts for the first time in his life. Yes, sure Jason was his best friend and he knew he had a certain amount of love for him, but concidering going someplace for a week without Jason was bringing feelings and emotions in his young body that he never felt. For the first time he sat there and thought...could he be in love with Jason?
End of chapter 1. Please read the "past" bit once more since it will come in handy for future chapters. Any mail, please send it to ryanstories@yahoo.com