Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2012 17:12:15 -0700
From: B.E. Kelley <hailcaesar2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Light in Dark Places Chapter 1

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A Light in Dark Places
Chapter 1

When I opened my eyes and glanced at my bedside clock, I saw that it was
only a quarter to six in the morning.  Whoever is knocking on my door had
better have a damn good reason, I thought to myself.  I sat up in bed,
grabbed my wire rimmed glasses from the nightstand and then padded across
the floor, my roommate, Alex Cromwell, continued to snore the entire time.
I sighed, then opened the door and squinted against the harsh light coming
from the hall.



"Yes sir?" I asked, upon seeing my dorm advisor, in his bathrobe and
pajamas.

"Phone for you, Whitmore," yawned Mr. Allen, "I had it transferred to the
lounge."

"Oh, ok, thanks," I replied.

"Uh huh," muttered Mr. Allen, heading back to his room.

I walked down to the student lounge on the first floor, yawning and
stretching as I went.  The common phone is in a corner of the room and I
saw the red light flashing, indicating that a call was holding.

"Hello?" I said, on picking up the receiver.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART!" my parents, the original morning people,
exclaimed.

"Mom, dad?" I asked.

"Of course tiger, who else would it be?" asked dad.

"Right sorry, I'm still waking up," I yawned.

"That's ok sweetie, we know it's early but daddy has to catch a flight to
Washington, soon, and we wanted to wish you a happy birthday together," mom
explained.

"Thanks, I'm glad you called," I replied.

"We wouldn't miss it, it's not every day our young man turns sixteen," said
dad, I could almost hear him smiling on the other end of the phone.

"So what did you get me?" I asked.

"It's a surprise, we'll celebrate when you come home for spring break next
week," said mom.

"Cool, sounds good," I replied, as I heard a horn honk in the background.

"That'll be my cab, I gotta go or I'll miss my flight," dad explained.

"Ok, I love you guys, thanks for calling," I stated.

"Bye sweetie, we'll see you soon," said mom.

"Happy birthday tiger, you have a good one, ok?" said dad.

"Don't worry dad, I will, bye."

I started to walk back to my dorm room but as soon as I turned the corner,
I was startled by Connor McCarthy.

"Happy birthday, Peter," said Connor, in a whispered shout.

Connor grabbed me in a powerful bear hug and spun me around three times
before putting me back on my feet.

"Well, now I'm wide awake and feel like I've had my back realigned," I
smiled, "What are you doing up so early?"

"I wanted to be the first one to wish my boyfriend a happy 16th but it
looks like mom and senator dad beat me to it," Connor grinned.

"Yeah, my dad was getting ready to leave for D.C. they wanted to call
together," I explained.

"Did he call you tiger?" Connor giggled.

"Shut up," I smiled, then punched him in the shoulder, playfully.

"What? I think it's cute," said Connor.

"Yeah, yeah," I replied, sarcastically, "It's early, let's go back upstairs
and get some sleep."

"Nope, you gotta go up and get dressed and then meet me in the dining hall
for breakfast," said Connor, "we've got a busy day."

"Don't remind me, I've got that trig test," I groaned.

"Oh no, not today, I've made other plans," Connor grinned, mischievously.

"What plans?" I asked.

"Can't tell ya, that'll ruin the surprise," said Connor, "meet me for
breakfast in half an hour, hurry up."

"Ok, fine," I said with a roll of the eyes.  Connor was up to something and
I've learned that it's just best to go along with him when he gets like
this.

I went back to my room and found Cromwell still asleep so I grabbed my robe
and headed down to the showers.  I hung my robe on the hook, then looked
myself over in the mirror.  It was my birthday but I didn't feel any older
and frankly, I didn't look it either.  Still, I wasn't complaining, I kind
of like the boy that looks back from the mirror, I'm about 5'9" 130 pounds
with chestnut colored hair and hazel eyes.  My body isn't bad either, I'm
not buff and built or anything but I've got a nice shape. I'm a swimmer and
a runner and you could probably tell that if you looked at me long enough.

My boyfriend, Connor, he's the jock, he plays football and baseball and he
has a classic jock build.  He's my height but weighs about 15 pounds more;
he's got short blond hair, green eyes and an infectious grin that he blames
on his Irish heritage.  Thinking about Connor reminded me that I was in a
hurry, so I gave myself one last look in the mirror and satisfied that I
hadn't spotted any acne on my smooth face, I stripped out of my t-shirt and
pajama bottoms, then hung them next to my bathrobe.  I started walking
towards the shower but then turned back, like most mornings, and placed my
glasses on the counter.  I'm always forgetting them.

I let the hot water wash over my body and felt it work out the knots that
had settled in my shoulders while I slept.  The water woke me up and by the
time I turned it off, I was feeling fresh and ready to face the day.  I put
my robe on, then headed back to my room where I quickly put on my school
uniform and headed for breakfast.  I walked into the dining hall, grabbed
my usual breakfast of toast and an apple, then joined Connor, just as he
was sitting down.  I couldn't help but notice that his backpack was full to
the point of bulging and knowing him as I do; I knew it wasn't full of
books.

"What's in the bag?" I asked.

"Tell ya later," Connor winked.

I took my time eating my breakfast, where as Connor inhaled his.  He seemed
to be in a hurry but it was hard to tell, he always eats like food is going
out of style.  When he was done, he picked up his tray and mine, which
still had half my breakfast on it.

"Hey, I was going to eat that," I complained.

"No time," said Connor, "We gotta get going."

I rolled my eyes again and then got up to follow.  There were a few other
early risers at breakfast that morning and we encountered a few more, as I
followed Connor out onto the campus.  He ducked theatrically behind trees
or buildings, anytime he spotted a teacher, and pulled me, reluctantly,
along with him.  We finally reached the academy's outer wall, where he had
our bikes hidden in some bushes.

"How did you get my bike?" I asked, curiously.

"I swiped it last night before lights out," said Connor.

"You stole my bike?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah, that's a pretty accurate word," he grinned.

"Uh, ok."

"Which reminds me, you need a new lock, your old one didn't survive the
bolt cutters," said Connor.

"Connor..." I began, before he cut me off.

"Come on, we gotta get going," said Connor, mounting his bike.

"Where am I going?" I asked again.

"I told ya, it's a surprise," said Connor.

"Yes, and that was good enough to get me to come along this far but if you
expect me to go any further, I need to know where we're going," I reasoned.

"Ok, ok, you win," said Connor, "we're going to the bus station."

"The bus station?" I exclaimed.

"Shhh, not so loud," said Connor, "and yes, the bus station.  We're going
to catch the bus to Portsmouth and then ride down to the beach."

"Oh Connor, I don't know, I've got that trig test and if we get caught off
campus we'll be in so much trouble," I rationalized.

"Come on Peter, it's your birthday," said Connor, using his strongest
weapon against me, his puppy dog face.

"Damn it, alright, you win, let's go," I grumped, as I climbed on my bike.

"I knew you'd see it my way," Connor smiled, as he peddled off.

I rolled my eyes and followed after him.  It was a beautiful spring morning
and the cool breeze felt good on my face, as I peddled behind him.  When we
got to the bus station, he insisted on paying for our tickets and then had
our bikes loaded on board, while we took our seats.  Connor sat on the edge
of his seat and bounced excitedly, like a puppy going on his first car
ride.

"What's with you?" I asked.

"This is my first bus ride," he smiled.

"You've never been on a bus before?" I asked.

"I'm from Michigan, I'm not a big city boy like you, with your fancy public
transportation," Connor laughed.

I rolled my eyes again, then pushed him back in his seat and rested my head
on his shoulder.  I figured if he was going to get me in trouble, I at
least wanted to be well rested when the headmaster bawled us out.  I closed
my eyes and tried to sleep but Connor wouldn't allow it.  To his way of
thinking, we were on some kind of adventure and he needed me awake to enjoy
it with him.  Every time I was about to fall asleep, he'd move and point
out some incredible new road sign or farm fence that he just had to share
with me.

We reached Portsmouth right around the time I should have been taking my
trigonometry test.  It was early spring but the weather was exceptionally
warm so I draped my school jacket over my handlebars and loosened my tie.
Connor stored his jacket like I had but then took his tie off and tied it
around his head like a bandana, before peddling off.  I shook my head,
wondered for the hundredth time, what I was doing here, then followed after
him.  When we reached the beach, Connor dropped his bike in a heap on the
sand, kicked off his shoes and hopped on one foot while taking his socks
off.

"Come on," he shouted, as he ran down to the surf, shedding clothes as he
went.

By the time he reached the water, he was down to nothing but his black
boxerbriefs.  Without a care in the world for who might see him, he jumped
into the waves.  I looked around and discovered that we were completely
alone, it was a Wednesday morning after all, and decided that I'd come this
far, there was no turning back now, I might as well enjoy myself.  I
stripped down to my own underpants and charged after Connor.  He was
standing waist deep in the water, when I tackled him head on.  We wrestled
in the water for a bit and then broke apart to catch our breath.

"Come here and gimme a birthday kiss," I giggled.

"No way, you're going to tackle me again," said Connor.

"I won't, I promise," I grinned.

"I don't know, you are a politician's son, this is probably just a
filibuster or something," said Connor.

"You dork, that's not at all what a filibuster is," I exclaimed.

As I started to explain that particular senate procedure, like the nerd
that I am, Connor bridged the gap between us and pressed his lips against
mine.  For someone so full of energy, his kisses are always soft and sweet.
I savored the touch of his lips against mine, until he pulled away for a
breath.

"There, that ought to shut you up," Connor grinned.

"You know what?" I asked.

"What," he replied.

"FILIBUSTER!" I shouted, then tackled him down into the water again.

We played like that most of the morning and around noon; Connor revealed
what was in his bag of tricks.  He'd packed a couple of blankets, one of
which we spread out in the sand, a couple of beach towels that we used to
dry off, and some food he'd swiped from the dining hall, which we ate for
lunch.  We sat on the blanket with our towels draped around our necks while
we let the sun dry us. I couldn't believe I was spending my birthday, in
wet boxerbriefs, on a public beach, with my scantily clad boyfriend, even
if there wasn't anyone around.  That's just the effect Connor has on me, I
get so caught up in his schemes that I forget to be an uptight prep school
boy.  It's one of the things I love most about him, how he forces me out of
my shell.

After lunch, we put our khaki's back on and Connor brought out the last
item in his bag, a football.  We tossed the ball for a while and then a
couple of college age guys showed up, just as content to ditch class as we
were.  We let them in on our game and then went for another swim, until it
was time for dinner.  We were tired, our skin acquired the healthy glow one
gets from being kissed by the sun and just as I thought we'd be heading
back to the bus station, Connor announced we were going to dinner.  We
biked into the little beach town, where Connor treated me to a steak and
then embarrassed me by having the wait staff sing happy birthday.  It was a
wonderful day, I'd enjoyed every bit of it, once I'd remembered to lighten
up a little, but it was dark now, I was tired and ready to go back to the
academy.

"I've had a great time Connor, but can we go home now?" I asked.

"Well, we could, but uh, there's just one problem," said Connor.

"Oh, no, what?" I asked, with some trepidation.

"Well, you see, the last bus left about an hour ago," said Connor.

"Connor," I exclaimed, "what are we going to do, if we're not back by
lights out, we're dead!"

"Relax, I took care of it," he grinned.

"You mean you planned this?" I asked.

"Of course, I'm not stupid you know," Connor grinned.

"I know, I know, you're just full of surprises," I grumped.

"Trust me birthday boy, it's all taken care of," said Connor.

"How, what did you do, I wanna know how we're not going to get expelled
when we get back tomorrow?" I demanded.

"I said I took care of it, would you relax?" said Connor.

I wanted to be mad at him, being off campus like this was a major violation
of the academy rules and if we missed lights out, they would definitely
know we were gone.  The thing was, Connor said he'd taken care of it and I
believed him, or rather, I believed in his substantial charm and how it
always got him out of trouble.  In the end, I followed Connor back to the
beach, we camped out in the sand dunes and he built us a fire out of
driftwood, while I spread out the blankets.  It's hard to stay mad at
someone when you love them and they've given you a perfect day.

"Sorry I didn't get you anything for your birthday," said Connor, joining
me on the blanket.

"Didn't get me anything? Are you nuts, this has been a great day," I
exclaimed.

"Really? I thought you were mad," said Connor.

"I'm sorry if I got annoyed a few times, but this has been the greatest
time," I confessed.

"You can't help it, it's just who you are," Connor grinned, "but I'm glad
you had fun."

"Fun isn't the word, it was just, well, a perfect day, well almost
perfect," I stated.

"Almost?" Connor asked.

"Yeah, there's one last thing we can do that would make it perfect," I
grinned.

"Ok, what?" asked Connor, curiously.

I leaned over and kissed him, gently at first but then with greater
enthusiasm.  I laid him back on the blanket and broke the kiss, then looked
into his eyes.

"Connor, would you make love to me tonight?" I asked.

"I thought you wanted to wait," said Connor.

"I did, for the right time, and this feels right," I stated.

"You're sure?" he asked.

"I wanted it to be something special, something I'll remember for the rest
of my life, and I can't see how on earth I'll ever forget being here with
you, under the stars, the waves crashing on the shore, this is the perfect
time," I stated.

Connor rolled me onto my back and kissed me softly while I unbuttoned his
shirt.  We kept kissing, while I ran my hands up and down his strong chest,
then over his shoulders and pushed his shirt off.  Connor broke our kiss
and sat up on his knees, he opened his belt, then I moved his hands away
and unbuttoned and unzipped his khakis.  I started to open my pants, but he
shooed my hands away, like I had his, then did it for me.  He lay back on
top of me and we continued to make out while our boners ground against each
other, separated by a few millimeters of cotton.

I ran my hands down Connors back and slipped my hands under has pants,
grabbing his tight quarterbacks butt through his black boxerbriefs.  Connor
sat up again, this time taking his pants and underwear off, he pulled mine
off as well, but as I started to unbutton my shirt, he stopped me.

"Leave it, you look cute in just your shirt," Connor blushed.

That was one of the few times I'd ever seen him nervous, he's always so
cool and confident.  I put my arms around him and guided him back on top of
me.  I spread my legs, so that he could slip between them, then he grabbed
one of them and pulled it around his waist.  We resumed our kissing and my
rubbing of his firm athletic butt, then I felt the warm wet head of his
cock at my opening.

"You're sure this is what you want?" asked Connor.

"Please Con-Con, it's my birthday," I smiled.

He placed his lips back against mine and pushed his hips forward.  There
was pressure at first, as my anus resisted the intrusion but then he pushed
through and I winced as he entered me.

"I'm sorry, are you ok?" asked Connor.

"Yeah, I just wasn't expecting it to slip in when it did," I explained.

"Do you want me to stop?" he offered.

"Don't you dare," I smiled, then kissed him.

We held that position for a while, his tip just inside me, our lips against
each other, our tongues dueling in each other's mouths.  When I grew
accustomed to the invasion, I urged him on by grabbing his buns and pulling
him into me.  Connor took my cue and before long he was all the way in, his
pubic bone resting against my bottom.  He started to make love to me then,
moving his hips back and forth, we moaned into each other's mouths and at
the height of the pleasure, he filled me with his cum.  Connors orgasm
triggered my own and I spent my seed on his tight, muscular belly.  He had
to be exhausted from the workout, so I pulled him against me and rested his
head on my chest.

"That was great," said Connor, popping up excitedly after catching his
breath, "You wanna do it to me now?"

"Not tonight," I giggled, "I think one new experience is enough for today."

"Ok, cool, how about another swim?" said Connor.

"Connor, it's freezing, how about we snuggle?"

"Ok, that sounds good to," said Connor, spooning behind me then wrapping
the blanket around us, "But we'll go for a swim in the morning right,
before we go?"

"You bet," I agreed.

"Great," said Connor, "Hey Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, you know, for giving yourself to me like that," said Connor,
shyly.

"It was perfect, a perfect end to a perfect day, making love with the
person I love most in the world," I stated.

"Yeah, I love you to," said Connor.

"I know," I stated confidently, as I kissed his hand.

I don't know what time it was but we lie there in each other's arms, just
enjoying the closeness, until sleep carried us away.

I woke up sometime before dawn, it was light out but it was that grey
morning light you get just before the sun comes up.  I was also cold, the
fire was out, the blanket had blown off my body and I was still only
wearing a light button-down.  I was also alone.  I felt around for my
glasses and slipped them on when I found them, I then gathered up my
clothes and put them on, easing the chill of the early morning.  Connor's
clothes were all there, everything but his underpants, and I assumed he
must have woken before me and gone for that swim he'd been talking about
the night before.  I climbed out of the dunes and started to look for
Connor but I didn't have to look long, I spotted him lying on the beach
about thirty yards away.

"Connor, let's get going," I shouted, but he didn't move.

I was sure this was another one of his silly jokes so I rolled my eyes and
started walking down the beach.  As I got closer, I noticed he was awfully
pale but I attributed that to the lighting this early in the morning.
Connor was lying on his stomach, the waves rushing up his legs, when the
surf came in. I was sure he was going to roll over and jump on me, the
moment I touched his shoulder.

I poked him on the shoulder and then stepped back, before he could spring
his trap, but he didn't move. I poked him again, still nothing.

"Ok Connor, this isn't funny," I said, kneeling down and turning him on his
back.

I was shocked by his color, he was grey and his lips were almost blue.  I
started shaking him violently, he felt cold to the touch.

"Connor, come on, wake up, joke's over," I sniffled.

But his eyes remained closed.

"Connor, please," I whined, then took him in my arms.

His head slumped back and I had to support it against my body, it was then
that I noticed his chest wasn't rising and falling as it should be with
each breathe of air.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!"I shouted.

I leaned forward and kissed his forehead, it felt cold against my lips.

"Connor please wake up, please don't leave me," I sobbed, as the
realization that he would never wake again started to set in.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE!" I shouted, but the only reply was the crashing
of the waves and the cry of a gull overhead.