Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. It involves sexual activity between boys at certain points. Any similarities between real life people or events are coincidental. If you are uncomfortable with reading these types of stories, or it is illegal to read these types of stories where you are, then leave and come back when you're of legal age. Or at least when it's legal for you.
Any mistakes, whether inaccuracy in places/ideas, or spelling/grammar, disregard and just read. It's fiction, after all.
My first story posted on here, hope you like it. Send all comments to untilshessatisfied@gmail.com
Part 1:
It had been the first day of school for me. The typical situation that people becomes nervous in, unsure to act, need new friends. It sounded familiar to me, and I usually wasn't that nervous if it was the start of a whole new year. However, this time, I had arrived in the middle of the year. My parents had decided it would be better to switch me over from the comprehensive school I was in to this new school my father had recommended. It was a boarding school- which was completely different from the school I had come from before.
I guess you could say it was a good thing, because it had been annoying to come home to my mother, who wouldn't stop nagging me. But at the same time, I didn't like the idea of having to room in with someone I didn't know. I couldn't convince my parents otherwise, however, and so my first day seemed to smack me in the face when it arrived. The uniform back at my old school had never been so scratchy or uncomfortable, but maybe that was because I was nervous and jumpy- I was young, and desperately wanted to fit in at this new place. I felt embarrassed when my mum had led me to the administrator office, signing me in and all that, but soon I was alone. And somehow, I missed my mum a lot, but at the same time I didn't. It was strange. I had gotten a campus tour by some nice lady, who I assumed was the secretary at the office.
She showed me around, the place I could go if I felt ill, the place to get food, the main education building with the classrooms, the dorm buildings, basic areas and boundaries. It seemed like a nice place, with the place looking like it was going to last a while and not collapse while I was inside of it, and the grass seemed green, trees for shade everywhere, with picnic tables if students wanted to eat outside.
The first time I entered my dorm room, my roommate hadn't been in there. He was probably out playing soccer or something, since it was break time when I arrived, so I just put my things on the vacant bed that occupied the other side of the room. The bed felt stiff, and the room felt musty, almost suffocating. So I hopped over the window that was at the front of the room, and struggled for a moment with the lock before opening it. The fresh air greeted me and felt better than anything, and the weather was surprisingly nicer today. It felt warm, and I stuck my hand out the window for a few moments to enjoy the breeze against it, before pulling it back and returning to face the room. Class was going to start soon, and I searched for the school map that I had hastily stowed in my bag, before retrieving the half crumpled paper. My first class was history.
I hated history, real bad. The aching feeling of textbook carrying or the load of memorization that was required made me uncomfortable. But my mind flitted to other things- like finding someone to sit with in that class, or maybe having enough supplies so I didn't have to ask for anything. If I asked someone something, I risked the run of having to introduce myself, make a fool out of myself. I took my things, and made my way out of the building, and tried to navigate my way to my class.
By the time I arrived inside the room, the bell had rung, and I scrambled to find a seat where I could go unnoticed or at least be out of view. That seemed impossible, but I found my way and sat in a seat near the window, where I could admire the sunny day if things got too boring. Already, I felt nervous as the students filed in. They were all boys, this was an all-boys school after all- but a lot of them didn't seem to notice me, thank god. A few shot me a wondering glance but it wasn't a long stare someone would give if there was something wrong with me. Several of them entered together, laughing about a joke they shared, while others came in alone, looking either tired, annoyed, or a combination of both. It seemed like there was groups here- some boys grouped together, others sat alone or maybe next to one single friend.
It was scary. I wasn't a strong kid. I wasn't a jock; in fact, physical education was probably my worst subject. I could do better at studying than I could at kicking a ball. I wasn't skinny like crazy, but you could say I wasn't that built, just average for a fifteen year old. I had light brown hair, that I could run my fingers through, it was parted to one side and it was terribly annoying at times, and greenish-brown eyes to complete the look. I looked like a normal kid, something I thanked myself for, I hated standing out and my looks were just the type that allowed me to fade into the background of a crowd. I didn't have the beauty that stood out but I didn't have the bad looks to stand out in the wrong way either.
Finally, the warning bell sounded as the teacher came in and shut the door behind him. He cleared his throat as he stood at the front and begin taking roll call. His name was written at the front, in plain printing- Mr. Edwards. I was relieved for that, since I didn't have to ask him for it later.
"Attention, students!" He exclaimed, stopping in the middle of the calling out names. Several boys who weren't paying attention to him, doodling on their notebooks looked up to see what he wanted.
"We have a new student here, his name is Marc. He came from Camden." He said, his eyes falling on me, as I felt about twenty other pairs doing the same. Along with that, there were a few snickers. It wasn't my fault I came from the North, though it was common knowledge that Southerners had a certain problem with them.
"Hi." I mumbled, awkwardly forcing a smile onto my face. If only they knew the nicknames they had called me back at my old school, then they'd realize how I really was. But for now, I just looked like a strange new student, who didn't know his way around and had no friends.
"Everyone better treat him with respect like we treat everyone here." Mr. Edwards added, several murmurs indicating that maybe there was something less than that here. "Now, is John here?" He said, proceeding on with attendance. Relieved to be gone from the spotlight, I turned back to look at my books just sitting there, before a rather sudden kick at the back of my chair roused me out of my thoughts.
"What'd you do that for?" I asked, surprised as I turned around. I didn't realize someone had taken a seat behind me; maybe I was too busy trying not to be noticed.
"Huh? What?" He asked, staring at me with a straight face. Really attractive face-- blue eyes, darker brown hair and an example of a student that looked good in the uniforms we were supposed to wear. I turned back around, exchanging eye contact with a boy who sat next to me- who shot me a look that seemed to mean, 'don't talk to the kid behind you'. As soon as my back was turned, I heard laughter. I tried to focus on the sheet we were working on- easy stuff, just out of the textbook work, about the industrial revolution. Who didn't know about that? Before long, the person behind me excused himself to go to the washroom.
"Who is that?" I whispered, as I leaned over to the person next to me. "Charlie!" A whisper was returned, as his eyes darted to the door before looking back at me.
"Charlie? What's his problem?" I asked.
"I don't know! He's got a problem with everyone." He answered angrily. I was a little surprised, I didn't expect someone to get so mad when I asked that.
"Sorry." He added, before turning back to write in his notebook as soon as I saw movement at the door, and this boy named Charlie returning. Come to think of it, he did look like a prat. A real good looking one, at that.
The next few classes passed without much problem, and soon, lunchtime had arrived. It was the part of the day I dreaded the most. It was when I'd have to find somewhere to sit. The food wasn't that great, but I didn't care, the tray I held was pretty heavy so I sat down at the nearest table to me. Nobody was there anyways, and I sighed with relief as I took a bite out of the food. It didn't taste that great, but it wasn't horrible either. Kind of tasteless too, but then it didn't matter, because I spit it out at the next second as soon as I felt someone smack me on the back.
"Hey! You're sitting at our table." I recognized that voice, it was Charlie.
I didn't move, or say anything. I knew I probably looked stupid or something, but all I could feel was my cheeks getting hot, it was embarrassing.
"Well, maybe you want to join our club. Is that why you're sitting here?" He asked, as his friends ignored what was happening and took a seat at the table anyways.
"A... club?" I asked, my voice almost cracking since it was nerve wracking to be talking to him.
"Well yeah, silly, a club. Only some people get to join our... Club." Charlie said, hesitating a little at the end of his sentence but flashing a grin at me.
"Sure." I replied, just staring at him because I wondered how bad this could get.
And it got pretty bad. The next thing I knew, Charlie had taken me and a couple of his friends into the washroom, and shoved me into a stall- and then my face, straight into the toilet. I couldn't move, or breathe, because two of them held me by my shoulders.
"This is the first step to join our club. If you don't survive this then.. well." Charlie laughed, and I couldn't believe it. He had such a great laugh, a good face, but he was terrible.
The water was disgusting, it went up my nose and down my throat as I choked and tried coughing. It burned, like the time I went to the swimming pool with my mum and I accidentally breathed while I was underwater. He was laughing and most of them were, before he pushed my face down roughly again once more, and let go of me.
"Meet us back at the dorm building at 8:20. My dorm room is 244. Be there before lights out." Charlie told me, "Oh, and you're almost in the club. Not yet though."
Some club this was.