Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 00:20:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Gian Giacomo Caprotti <gian_giacomo_caprotti@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Surroundings - Chapter 2

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

Chapter 2

Ian was shocked that he allowed himself to make a friend on his first day
of school. The first day flew by.  After saying goodbye to Eric he stepped
back into the rain, which had become his arch nemesis.  He only had a short
walk home and was happy that this mornings downpour was now just a light
sprinkle.

The new house Ian had just moved into, was not new at all.  In fact, when
he first saw the house he had made the assumption that it was at the least
100 years old.  It was not a big house but he was excited that it had a
third level to which his new stepfather had dedicated completely to him.
The room was a large single space with two dormer style windows facing the
front yard of the house.  It was never intended to be a bedroom so there
was not a closet.  As a typical 14 year old, Ian managed to only partially
unpack, and his clothes were spread out all over the room.  He entered the
room, threw his clothes on the floor, and laid down nude.

Knowing it would be a few hours before his mother and stepfather would be
home, he laid on his bed and his thoughts quickly went to the events that
had just transpired in the locker-room.  His dick began to swell as he
thought about watching Eric stand next to him and urinate.  From what
little he was able to see, he could tell that Eric was not circumcised.
Ian had no experience, but he knew he was attracted to other males.  Given
the opportunity Ian would always let his eyes roam when he was next to
another person standing at the urinals.  He enjoyed spying on his friends,
but way to afraid to make any advances.

Ian stood up and walked over to the mirror.  It was an old, built in a
wooden frame, and a stand that would let it swivel towards the ceiling or
the floor.  Ian positioned it so he had a perfect view of his entire body,
head to toe.  He was not usually the type of person to admire himself, but
what he saw in the mirror made him happy.  He stood 5'6" with a slender
frame and had pinkish pale skin.  His hair was a dirty blonde, and it had
been awhile since his last haircut.  The top was starting to grow out and
the sides poked out beyond the tops of his ears.  He noticed he kind of
liked the look and thought maybe he would just let it grow out.

He smiled at himself in the mirror and closely looked at the braces on his
teeth.  He was looking forward to their removal, but was happy they had
fixed his teeth because they used to be very "jacked up".  His arms had
begun to grow a slight fuzz, but the hairs remained so light that you could
only spot them under direct light.  His chest was totally smooth, as was
his stomach.  He played baseball, but never considered himself a jock, and
although he was not muscular he was nicely toned.  His hipbones protruded
outwards, which he hated, feeling they were somewhat feminine.

As he looked down, his semi erect penis stretched beyond his untamed bush
of pubes.  It was lighter than the hairs on the top of his head, and very
soft to the touch. His thoughts again turned to Eric.  He was not able to
see much, but figured Eric was around the same size as he was.  As he
envisioned Eric his penis became fully erect, so he turned sideways to see
his nearly 6 inches stuck out beyond his boyish frame.

He reached down and stroked it a couple of times.  He had never jerked off
while watching himself in a mirror, and what he saw made him laugh.  He
thought it was funny the way his balls bounced in sequence as he stroked
his shaft.  He continued his motions and turned to look at his rear.  He
knew he had bubble butt, but he was happy with the way it looked especially
in his baseball pants.  As the feelings became greater, he stroked more
quickly before orgasming.  Moaning loudly he proceeded to shoot 4 thin
streams of cum onto the mirror in front of him.  His orgasm was strong and
nearly knocked him off his feet, so he stumbled back up and fell onto his
bed.

He must have fallen asleep because the next thought in his head was his
mother yelling from down stairs.

"Ian, you awake?  Are you hungry?  We have food, come down and eat with
us."

Ian turned to look at his bedside clock realizing it was already 7:15pm.
He jumped up and grabbed a fresh pair of Adidas gym shorts out of his
suitcase, and slipped those on with an old shirt.

"Be there in a minute." He yelled down the stairs.

Although he was extremely somber about having to move, he got along great
with his new stepfather Mark, and was excited his permission was asked
before marrying his mother.  Mark knew the new surroundings were going to
present some challenges for Ian, but he figured a change of pace might give
him a different perspective on life.

Ian trotted down the creaky wooden stairs, "What's for dinner?"  Aroma
filled the air.

"Brought some bacon cheeseburgers from the local restaurant."  Mark
replied.

"You mean to tell me there are actually businesses in Snyder, besides the
gas station?  Does this restaurant have those old style swinging saloon
doors, like you see on TV?"

Mark laughed, "This town is not that old, the restaurant is on the main
road built inside an old house that was renovated.  My company did most of
the work so I know the owners very well."

Ian's mother walked into the room, after changing into her night clothes.
She walked up and gave Ian a hug.  Ian shrugged away from her slightly, but
raised a single arm and wrapped it around her.

"How was your day honey?  Did you like the high school?"

"It sucks, the whole school is about the size of the freshman section back
home.  And the kids are so, plain."

"I am sure they are not plain, just because they don't waste tons of money
on name brands doesn't make them plain."  Ian's mom replied sarcastically.
"Did you make any friends?"

Ian thought about Eric, but he was trepidatious about showing any
excitement. "There is no one here of friend quality."

"That is not a fair assumption!"  Mark replied.  "You are to much of city
kid, being out here is going to be good for you, and may toughen you up. I
will bet that you make better friends here then you ever had back in
Denver."

"HAVE!"  Ian reiterated.  "Just because I got drug to Texas does not mean
that I do not still have a life back in Denver."

Ian was irritated, and the conversation forced him back into his somber
mood.  The shoved the last of his cheeseburger in his mouth, tossed his
trash and headed back up the stairs.

"I have to get up earlier tomorrow.  I don't want to be late again
especially if I have to walk in the rain, so I am going to get some sleep."

Ian spent the rest of the evening in his room listening to Pandora on his
iPod, and playing MLB Baseball on his Xbox 360.  Before falling asleep he
set out the clothes he planned on wearing.  Even though he loved his style,
he sat out older less noticeable clothes.  He didn't want to stick out as
much the next day.

At 6:45 am the alarm went off.  Ian stumbled out of the bed rubbing his
eyes.  The sound of the rain hitting the metal roof of the house was
indication that he was going to have another wet walk to school.  He
grabbed a towel and went down the stairs to get in the shower.  Mark and
his mother Lauren were still in bed, so he didn't bother putting clothes on
after the shower and walked back up the stairs with just a towel wrapped
around his waist.  When he crested the top stair, he was startled to see
Mark sitting on his bed.

"Hey, I left you some money on the dresser for lunch.  I just wanted to
tell you that it was not my intention to upset you last night at dinner.  I
realize it is hard for you to be pulled away from the life you know, and be
forced to make new friends in a new environment.  It might take some time,
but you are a great kid and I know that you will fit in here eventually."

"Thanks for the money." Ian smirked.

"Want me to give you a ride to school today?" Mark asked.

"Really?  That would be awesome!"

"Okay let me go change clothes and I will meet you in the kitchen."  Mark
looked back over his shoulder as he approached the stairway.

"Hey I was not snooping or anything, but noticed the mirror.  You better
clean that up before your mom notices."  Mark didn't stick around for a
reply as he shot down the stairs.

Ian was confused so he walked over to the mirror and saw the dried stain.
He had forgotten all about it after he fell on the bed.  He was embarrassed
and made himself feel better by telling himself that Mark didn't realize
what it was.  "He probably thought it was just food or something," he
played off in his head.

Ian was dressed and into the kitchen before Mark.  He threw a couple cherry
Pop Tarts into the toaster and poured himself a small glass of orange
juice.  He grabbed his shoes and sat down at the table.  He figured he
would be walking in the mud back to school so he didn't take the time to
wash them off.  Even though they were laced, Ian didn't tie his shoes so it
was easy just to slip them on like slippers.

"I don't know how you don't lose a shoe when you are walking, those things
are so loose."  Mark commented as he walked into the kitchen.

"I like them loose."

Ian was embarrassed to look Mark in the eye.  He kept his eyes down on his
shoes, and then got up to get his Pop Tarts out of the toaster.  Mark
didn't mention anything, or act any different so Ian just played it off.

The monsoon was worse than the prior morning.  Ian was grateful he didn't
have to walk to school in the downpour.  If he ended up walking home in the
rain at least he had the opportunity to change out of his wet clothes right
away.

As they pulled up to the school Ian thanked Mark for the ride.  He jumped
out of the SUV and jogged up the wide sidewalk leading to the main
entrance.  Almost as soon as he got of the truck his demeanor changed.

Ian heard a voice as he opened the lobby door. "Hey, Ian right?"

"Yeah." Ian replied.

"I met you yesterday in English class, Eric sort of introduced us.  I'm
Jackson."

"Hey, whats sup?"  Ian said without looking directly at him.

"Tired of this rain, it's been like this for a week already."

"Yeah, sucks." Ian replied.

Ian had no intentions of making conversation and headed down the hall
trying to remember where his locker was located.

Jackson followed behind, "Did you hear that the bus Eric rides to school
got into an accident this morning?"

Ian stopped cold in his tracks and turned looking Jackson in the eye for
the first time.

Before Ian could ask, "It wasn't anything serious."  Jackson chimed.

Relieved Ian snapped back to his sarcastic attitude. "What happened, did
they hit a cow or a tumble weed?"

Jackson laughed, "Nah man, guess the bus slid off the dirt road pretty hard
and got stuck in the ditch."

Ian nodded without giving a verbal reply and opened his locker.  He grabbed
a pencil and a notebook and started his march to the art building, leaving
Jackson standing in the hall.

Ian was one of the last students to enter the building.  He walked with his
head hung low, over to the same table he and Eric sat at yesterday.  Once
the tardy bell rang Mr, Jenson jumped right into attendance.

"Where is Eric?"

"Late I guess, the bus fell in a ditch."  Ian replied.

Mr. Jenson finished attendance and asked everyone to go into the back room.
The art portable was separated into two rooms by a single wall.  The wall
encased 3 large windows but they were frosted so students could not see
from one room to the next.

"I am going to pass out the cameras this morning."

Mr. Jenson broke the class into 4 groups of 3.  Each group was assigned a
Nikon digital camera with a rechargeable battery, one 18 Ð 55 mm lens,
one 70 Ð 300 mm lens, three 4gb SD cards, a battery charger, and a
backpack style camera bag to transport everything.  Each student had to
inventory their own bags and sign a waiver stating they were responsible
for the merchandise.  Ian and Eric were placed into the same group with
another student.  Once everything was passed out the students were asked to
return to the other room.

"Mr. Miller, and Mr. Williams could you stay behind a minute please."

Ian turned around and walked to the back of the room followed by Jared
Williams, one of the seniors in the class.  Ian was aware Jared was going
to be the third partner in their group but kept his distance.

Mr. Jenson asked, "Ian, have you met Jared?"

"No."

"I'd like you and Eric to work with Jared, he is going to be your mentor
for the class.  He has been part of yearbook for 3 years now, and this year
he is senior student editor. "

Mr. Jenson explained how most of the work Jared was going to be doing was
in class and directly with the book.  He assigned Ian and Eric to be the
two people in the group that were out with the camera taking pictures.

"If you guys need any help feel free to ask me."  Jared reached out and
shook hands with Ian.

Everyone reconvened in the other room, and broke off into their groups.
Jared sat down at the table with Ian and started to explain the functions
of the camera.  Both class periods seemed to pass quickly with no sign of
Eric.  When the bell rang to signal the end of 2nd period Ian took the
camera bag and walked outside of the portable building.  He stopped and
removed the camera and took a quick shot of the gloomy day and the rain
flowing out of the gutters.  He thought to himself, "This is the perfect
picture to sum up this shit hole town."  He figured he would use it to
email back to his friends in Denver.

As Ian reached the sidewalk in front of the main building Eric stormed out
of the lobby down the sidewalk to meet him.

"Hey man!  How was class?"

"Hey! It was all right, we were assigned to a group with one of the
seniors.  When did you get here?"  Ian said with a smile.

"I have been here about 20 minutes but I didn't want to walk to the art
building just to turn around and walk back over here in the rain."

Eric had a temperament that was always upbeat and overly eager.  Compared
to somber way Ian comprised himself, the two seemed complete opposites.

The rest of the school day passed just as quickly as the first.  The new
school year had started on a Thursday so being a Friday when the final bell
rang the school cleared out quickly.  Ian and Eric walked up the hall
together from the gym.  As they walked passed the restroom door, Ian
contemplated faking that he had go.  He recalled from earlier in the day
that the urinals in the main building were not like the locker-room, a
metal divider separated each urinal.  Knowing he had no chance of getting
another peek of Eric, he blew off the idea all together.

"What are your plans for this weekend?" Eric asked.

"Not like there is a million things to do in the wonderful town, or even 10
things for that matter." Ian quipped.  "I have to unpack and organize my
stuff, what about you?

"Just have some work to do around my house, my parents always bombard my
weekends with a lot of chores."

Eric explained to Ian how he lived 9 miles East of Snyder on a track of
land where his family farmed.  Farming did not appeal to Ian in the
slightest, but when Eric talked about some of the machinery they used Ian
thought it sounded interesting.

When the boys walked out of the lobby into the rain most of the students
had already made it to their respective busses or vehicles they were riding
home in.  Ian jerked his head up in excitement when he heard a horn blare,
hoping it was Mark or his mother to offer him a ride.

"Hey, that's my dad.  I got to go!"  Eric bumped knuckles with Ian and ran
off.

Ian zipped his hoodie, lifted the camera bag onto his shoulder, and set out
on his 3/4 mile walk home.  He watched Eric as he climbed into his fathers'
white Ford Super Duty pickup truck.  They waived to each other as Eric rode
off.

By the time he reached his front door he was soaked.  He walked into the
house, dropped the camera bag, kicked off his shoes, and ran up the stairs
to change.  He threw his wet jeans and Hollister brand shirt onto the floor
next to the stairs, walked over towards his bed and pulled off his
underwear and tossed them on the floor in the middle of the room.  They
were not wet, but he wanted to get comfortable so he put on the same gym
shorts he had worn the evening before.

Ian was just about to sit down on his bed and put on his headphones to
listen to Pandora, but he heard a pounding downstairs.  He knew it was
someone at the door so he went to the window and looked down.  The way the
roof was built did not give him a direct view to the front door, but he
looked towards the street and recognized the white Ford.

End of Chapter 2

I wanted to say thank you again to everyone I received comments from.  Any
comments or suggestions are appreciated.  I may have setup the story a
little different from some of the other stories here.  So far I am a lot
more character driven.  Let me know what you feel.

gian_giacomo_caprotti@yahoo.com


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