Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2013 23:38:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Gian Giacomo Caprotti <gian_giacomo_caprotti@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Surroundings, Chapter 1

Disclaimers: This story is fictional, these events never occurred, it is
imaginary.  This is my intellectual property and is only intended to
enjoyed by mature adults.  All other disclaimers/rules/procedures apply.
Story will include BB/MB/MBB and maybe others.


Chapter 1


      Ian had just walked a half a mile through the worst downpour in a
decade.  He walked into the classroom fifteen minutes late, and got stuck
sitting in the last available seat next to a trivial looking kid.  He was
in no mood to be in a new school, nor looking to make new friends.

"Hey man, I'm Eric!"

Not a great start to the first day of freshman year, Ian thought to
himself.


"Hey, I'm Ian." He replied sheepishly.

Eric over enthusiastically answered back, "I haven't seen you around here
before."

      Ian was not in the mood for small talk.  His American Eagle jeans
were soaked all the way through to his boxer briefs.  His brand new Etnies
Piston shoes were covered in a watered down muck, making it appear as if he
had walked through a puddle of chocolate milk on his way to school.

      He felt so out of place in his new surroundings.  He was a recent
transplant to Snyder Texas, a rural farming town on the edge of nowhere
which most people had all but forgotten about.  Ian was 14 and had grown up
in the city. He was accustom to wearing brand named clothes, and taking
pride in his appearance.  From what he had seen of Snyder, he was not
impressed.  Most of his classmates wore shabby clothes that he figured were
purchased from the closest Walmart.  This drab look was very different from
his preppy boy appearance and it made him stick out like a sore thumb.

      "I am new here." Ian replied.

      Before Eric had the opportunity to blurt another word, the Mrs. Jones
walked in to the classroom and announced, "Any freshman, please gather your
belongings and meet Mr. Peterson in the hallway." She went on to explain
how science class was more of an elective for incoming freshman.

      Seven smaller framed, discombobulated boys stood and wondered into
the hallway next to a row of freshly painted bright red lockers.

	Mr. Peterson the school principal approached them, "You boys are
either going to be very happy, or very disappointed!" He went on to explain
how the space in science class was needed for a larger then expected junior
class.

Ian wondered to himself how large that class could really be in this tiny
high school.

	"You boys have two options.  Mr. Jenson, the art teacher has
volunteered to accept you into his class, or you can spend first period
with Mrs. Thompson the librarian, doing a study hall meeting in the
library."

      Ian thought to himself, I like art, but wasting his first period in
study hall with no teacher might mean he could arrive late everyday and
giving him the chance to sleep in.

	Before he could speak up all six of the other boys raised their
hands and shouted out "Study hall!"  Mr. Peterson counted the first 5 boys
and sent them to the library, leaving only Ian and Eric as the
unintentional volunteers for Mr. Jenson's art class.  Mr. Peterson motioned
to Ian and Eric, "You two follow me."

      Art classes were conducted in a portable building segregated from the
main building on the far side of campus.  Ian and Eric both tossed their
backpacks onto one shoulder, and marched single file behind Mr. Peterson
resembling pack soldiers.  Ian was not as happy when he realized they were
headed back out into the monsoon.

      "Do you like art?" Eric asked from behind.

      "Kinda, I took a drawing classes at my summer camp back home."
Referring to the city.

      Eric noticed right away how Ian seemed a little distant towards him.
Trying to break the ice Eric sarcastically stated, "I can draw the best
stick figures you have ever seen." expecting a laugh from Ian. Continuing
his somber attitude Ian brushed off Eric's comments, and concentrated on
stepping around the water puddles that had formed on the dirt path that
lead to the art building.

      "I have an extra Red Bull if you want it when we get to the class."
Eric offered.  Ian was a big fan of energy drinks, and Red Bull was one his
favorites.  "I could really use one this morning!" He said as he shook the
water droplets off his black Abercrombie hoodie.

      Shock set in when they walked into the art building to find all
upperclassmen.  They found out that both their first and second periods
were to be consumed with nothing other then cameras, and lame quotes.

      "Hello boys, I am glad you volunteered for the yearbook team.  I have
wanted a freshman perspective for a couple years now, but this is the first
time we are going to be graced with freshmen perspective."  Mr. Jenson's
excitement left him nearly shrieking as his announced the arrival of the
boys.

      Ian looked over at Eric, and Eric looked back, simultaneously both
whispered to each other, "I am not so sure about this."

      Ian and Eric sat next to each other at a big table lined with
previous years books.  They did their best to ignore the glares from the
upperclassmen, but both of them were visually uncomfortable.  Mr. Jenson
went on to explain how their schedules would be altered to accommodate
their joining the team.  He passed out a syllabus and took the rest of the
morning to explain incidentals of the class.  As he started to dry off, Ian
felt he could to warm up to Eric.

Eric inquired "Have you lived here long?"

      "I just moved here from Denver two days ago."  Ian began to share
that he was not in favor of moving to a new state.  Ian enjoyed all aspects
that surrounded his prior urban environment.

      "I would stop at Starbucks on my way to school every morning."  He
confided in Eric that he was really missing his early morning mocha
frappuccino among other things.

Eric looked perplexed, "I have lived here all my life.  Umm, what is a
frappuccino?"

"Your kidding right?  Starbucks!  You know, frozen coffee."

      Embarrassed, Eric turned red and looked down at the book he was
fumbling through.  "Oh yeah, duh, I had Starbucks once when I went to visit
my grandparents in Dallas.  I didn't like that stuff at all though man, and
why would you pay five dollars for a coffee when you could buy a whole
container and make coffee for a month."

"I don't get you small town country guys."  Ian said looking like he had
just been hit in the stomach.  "Thanks for the Red Bull."

"Sure man, they were on sale at the gas station over the weekend because no
one was buying them."

The intercom interrupted about fifteen minutes prior the end of the class.

"Mr. Jenson?"

"Yes Mrs. Williams?"

"Could you please send Eric Murphy and Ian Miller to the office.  I have
their adjusted class schedules ready for them."  Mr. Jenson looked over at
the two boys, who stared back at him like two deer caught in headlights.

"They are on their way."

"Thank you, IÉ" The intercom cut off before Mrs. Williams could finish
her sentence.

      Now you two make sure that you do not let them talk you into going to
another class.  I really look forward to working with you two the rest of
the year."

      "Thanks Mr. Jenson." Eric said as he stood up and propelled his empty
Red Bull can into the trash.  They both slung their backpacks on, and
walked back out into the rain.

"Ian, do you think you are going to stay in the yearbook class?"

"I don't know, what do you think about it?"

"It seems like an easy A, and Mr. Jenson seems pretty cool."  Eric
suggested.

"Yeah, I guess it will be an easy class to start the morning off with.  I
just don't know what other classes I am going to have now."

      They walked into the office and greeted Mrs. Williams, the office
secretary.  "Here are your new schedules, we had to change around most of
your classes."  Mrs.  Williams was no nonsense, and all business.  She
distributed Ian and Eric their new schedules and rushed them out of the
office into the lobby.

      "You need to wait here for the bell to ring before you go down the
hall."  She said pointing to a large couch in the lobby.  "I do not need
mischief from any of you freshmen today."  As she whirled the door closed
behind her, the glass panes shook so loud it echoed across the corridor.

"Hey Eric, what is your schedule like?"

"I have algebra next period, then English after that."

"Me too, we have the same teachers too."  Ian was comparing the schedules
side by side.

      "Looks like we have lunch after that, then we don't have any other
classes together until our last period in PE."  Eric was excited that he
was going to share four classes with his new friend.

      The next two class periods passed fairly painlessly.  Ian and Eric
sat near each other for Math and English.  Eric was happy to introduce Ian
to some of his friends.  Ian was still in a bad mood but he was secretly
happy to have made a friend in Eric.

      Over the two periods Ian began to look past the generic clothing Eric
was wearing and notice how he had a great slender body.  Eric was also 14
and only 2 weeks younger than Ian.  Eric measured slightly shorter than
Ian's 5'6" stature.

The lunch bell rang and Ian announced, "Good I am so hungry!"

      After lunch Ian and Eric split up for the next two classes.  Ian
found his way around the campus easily because the main building was a lot
smaller then his previous school.  He made little contact with any other
classmates besides the occasional "thank you," for a compliment or a "screw
you" to criticism about his clothing style.  His mind kept drifting to
Eric.

      Final period came quickly and Ian was happy to meet back up with
Eric.  He was excited to realize that Eric was even better looking than he
remembered.  Their PE class only consisted of 12 students.  Mr. Jackson
explained that since it was such a small class they would have it pretty
easy.  He had the class sit on the bleachers and went over his expectations
and rules for the class.  Once his speech was complete, he left the
students to themselves and opened the storage closet where they were
allowed to retrieve basketballs to play with for the remainder of the
period.

      "I have to use the restroom, can we just go into the locker-room?"
Ian asked Eric.  "I think so, I have never been into the high school
locker-room before so I don't really know."  Coach was not in sight so they
decided to explore for themselves.  The shallow hallway into the
locker-room consisted of two different doorways.  Eric assumed this was for
privacy so anyone standing outside would not be able to easily peer in.

      Once inside the locker-room the main area was quite large, but
separated into two quadrants by a short wall in the middle lined with
lockers.  Coach had told them they needed a lock before the next class and
were to be assigned lockers.  Beyond the lockers another wall separated the
larger room with a passage that had sinks on both sides.  Beyond that was a
hallway with the left side leading into a large communal shower area and
the right side leading to urinals and toilets.

      Ian was the first to walk up to one of the urinals.  "Man, I have
been holding it since last period."  He unbuttoned his pants and pulled his
hoodie and t-shirt up to about his mid stomach, he stood close to the
urinal but far enough back that Eric could just see the tip of Ian's dick
as he started to pee.  Eric found himself standing to the side of Ian,
staring at the boy standing in front of him.  He was sure Ian had noticed
the stare, so he quickly moved to the urinal and undid his pants.  "I am
glad my underwear finally dried out, my nuts were getting tried of being
clammy and plastered up against my leg." Ian sort of giggled as he talked
about his balls.  Eric could feel himself turning red.  He had never been
around someone that talked so candidly about their body parts.  As they
each drained their bladders, both of them made attempts to peek at each
other without either of them making it obvious.


End of Chapter 1


This is my first attempt at writing a fictional story.  That being said I
am not really sure where the story is going to go from this point.  I am
hoping to add more chapters and I have already started on Chapter 2.

I appreciate any feedback, but I would hope that it was at least
constructive if it is going to be critical.
Gian_Giacomo_Caprotti@yahoo.com