Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2008 08:13:38 -0500
From: Joe Barker <jbark217@gmail.com>
Subject: High School: All Boys School After Dark

	Every school has your cliques, your jocks, your geeks, and your
preps. Other various groups mingle in and out of these three, most of the
time not lasting long being nothing more then a trend. Either way, I feel
between them all, not sitting with anyone at lunch, usually hanging out
with teachers or sitting in the office when I was the assistant. I had a
few close friends from each clique, and kept my secrets among the
closest. My junior year was the year that it got leaked out that I was gay,
or at least bi. No one ever hated me because of it, but they found a new
liking in me. At least the girls did, every single one of them wanted their
very own gay friend. It angered me and made me sick at the same time.
	At the same time of all this going on my parents were struggling
through a divorce. And I was again caught in the middle, being tugged on
from both sides. After one mishap and strong out burst from me, they
decided that it would be best for me to take a long vacation per say. This
in their minds meant getting sent to an All Boys Boarding school, my
fantasy and worst nightmare all in the same sentence.
	I packed my bags and said my good byes to my few friends with
explanations in the least. I promised I would write, email rather. I was a
computer kid, lived on and loved it. I also loved writing, and running.
These few passions are what got me through my periods of distress. I also
read, but not as much as I used to.
	Arriving at the school in mid semester was horrible. I got there
and was sent to the dean's office. The cutest guy I had ever seen, and the
only reason I would use the term man was because of the bulging article
between his legs. He was 6'3" easy and had sandy blond spiked hair. He was
muscled toned and tanned wearing a button up shirt that showed every muscle
in his body. And his smile made even me standing 6'2" and toned myself,
melt. My own complexion slightly lighter was not near enough to hide my
blush of excitement. He was extremely nice and looked like a runner like
myself. He got me all signed up and assigned me to share a room with
another boy my own age and grade, who was a "good kid" to use his words.
	I was left in my dorm, number 217; it was a nice room, with one
common room, and two small side rooms with beds and a desk. The common room
consisted of a couch, a TV, and a window looking into the court yard. My
roommate was in class, and I was instructed to wait here until he came back
and he would be able to tour the school with me. The dean left and didn't
leave me with a name, so I sat down on the couch and pulled a book out of
my bag. To be 16, I was extremely mature but also stayed lost in a world of
magic and fantasy. Leaving reality behind, I was smart when I came to
school subjects but I loved reading about times when someone would be
whisked away into a magic world full of spells and enchantment.
	At half past four the door opened and I closed my book and got
up. I looked into the bluest eyes I had ever seen. His hair was black, and
cut short. His side burns trailed down the side his face a little, almost
like a young Elvis only a lot hotter. He was skinny, with cargo shorts and
a collared shirt. His smile was stunning, and yet I wasn't in love. It
surprised me. My own hair was kept short and spiked usually, and my teeth
were white, but his smile was just bright, eerie almost.
	"Hi" He smiled and held out his hand.
	I reached out and shook his hand; they were so smooth and looked
almost manicured but not so glossy. "Howdy"
	"My name is Cameron and I guess you're my new roomy, Welcome to
Grayden Academy.
	"Thanks, my name is Ayden. So how about that tour the dean
promised?"
	"Sure, let me just drop off my stuff and we can go." He walked off
toward his bedroom, and a book fell out of his bag. It was the same book
that I was reading, one of the best books in the fantasy genre. I would
even put it against Harry Potter and Eragon. But that's another story, no
pun intended. I scrambled to pick it up and passed it off to him. We spent
the whole tour talking about that book and others that we liked to read. As
we walked across one of the courtyards, we strolled past a building with
the name Samuel A. Grayden Hall.
	"What's that Cam?" I had taken to calling him that because he
seemed to like it, and I thought it suit him better. I wasn't falling in
love with him, but I think we were falling into something, he was stead
fast in becoming my best friend, and we seemed to have everything in
common.
	"Oh, that's `the Gray'" he said this with a tone that marked he
didn't like them much. "It's the building where most of the `jocks' end
up. It's open to all students who make past the application. Think of it as
a High School Frat. It's the worst thing in the school. Those guys think
they are above all. And yea they got looks but they have nothing else. The
president of the grey, Ben East..." Cam pointed toward the porch to a guy
who was shorter then me with short brown hair and looked like a muscle
packing fool. "...he has a little brother here, who is going to get into
there for sure. I hate that crowd."
	"I can understand why, where I come from, the cliques are much
defined and I never fit in any of them."
	We walked back to the room, and started talking about random stuff,
when we both realized we were hungry.
	"So what's good around here?"
	"Oh we have a few good joints, and students are pretty free, as
long as we stay on campus, the food on campus doesn't cost us anything."
	"Well with what are parents are paying they better be free..." we
both laughed as we walked into a restaurant styled room. The room had the
tables, and menus, and private booths just like the nicest restaurants back
home. I was shocked. We choose a booth that was in a parallel row of
booths, where each booth could see the opposite side and booth of behind
their company.
	After we ordered a group of young guys, came in and sat where I
could see them. Three young guys sat down, one where I could see and two
hidden from view. The one I could see was enough for me. He was an Adonis,
a beauty worthy of a Greek story. He had dark skin, and he was petite, but
not to small. His hair fell over his face down to his cheeks but he kept it
brushed out of his face. His hair was brown as were his eyes, but a light
brown that was very hypnotizing.
	"Ayden?! Are you still with me?" Cam waved his hand in front of my
face.
	"Yes? I'm sorry I was thinking." I lied; I didn't want him to know
I was gay.
	"I was just saying that you are lucky you came to the school the
day before spring break. The only problem with this school is we go all
year long, and we get breaks every six weeks or so."
	"Yea that's cool, so what do you guys do over spring break?"
	"Well it depends on who you hang out with, most of us stay here but
we all stay in our groups."
	"What do you all do about girlfriends around here; I don't suppose
long distance communication works to well?"
	"Well there are a few guys, who have managed to keep a
relationship, but most of the people I know including part of "the gray"
that I know are bi, and we manage with that." I couldn't believe he was so
blunt with that fact. I was sure I looked shocked; I nearly choked on my
drink. He laughed, "You don't have to worry I knew that you were hitting at
that, you've been hinting at it all day, at least subconsciously, if you
hear as much denial and confessing as I do your gaydar gets a power boost
from this school." Again I was awestruck, I started choking on air. He
looked surprised and then I noticed, as I looked up that the boy, the guy I
had been crushing on was staring at me looking worried or confused
one. When we made eye contact I stopped coughing and he smiled at me. With
tears in my eyes from coughing I smiled and I'm sure if the coughing hadn't
changed my face the blushing pushed it several shades darker.
	During dinner we talked more calmly about most of the guys have a
bi side; it was nice to know that there was a school out there that
accepted you and didn't question anything.
	After diner we went back to the room, passing by the boy. He looked
up and smiled at me. I nearly fainted again, as I smiled he blushed and
looked back to his friends, they didn't seem to question his nervousness at
all. Had they talked about me already with out me knowing it? Or had they
just been accustomed to it?
	Needless to say I couldn't sleep that night to I knew who that boy
was.

SPRING BREAK DAY 2

	I had been here for three days and had gotten pretty situated,
there was incident where I almost got into a fight with some idiot who was
harassing me, so I was pretty popular in both good and bad ways now. The
guys around had all been staring at me, especially the upper classmen,
Cameron told me that it was some what of a sport for them to go after the
new kid. I feared for my virtue, I didn't know what they were capable of
and I had only heard stories. Cameron told me when he was the new kid a
year ago; he had been seduced and then pretty much tricked into having sex
with a kid that graduated.
	Going to sleep that night I was careful to lock my window and the
door, I said my good nights to Cameron and we both went to sleep. I drifted
in out of sleep for a couple of hours, nervous as crap.
	About two in the morning I woke to the sound of knocking. I knew
what it was; someone was having "fun" in the bedroom across the hall. But
surely Cameron would have at least warned me. I stayed in bed trying not to
be nosey. Then I hear it.
	"Ahhhh!" It was Cameron's voice. Now I wasn't a genius but I knew
no one screamed like that when they were having sex, and what I knew from
Cameron I could safely say he wasn't into BDSM. I jumped up and knocked my
way into the living area, and across to his room. I waited for a second and
heard something break, and then I knocked my way into his room. Cameron had
his hands tied and was facing down, with his pants around his knees. There
was also another guy there with his pants open and a mask, wearing complete
black. His cock was hard and white, I made a mental note. I stepped up to
him and with as much force as I could muster punched him. I hoped it hurt
him as much as it hurt my fist. He stumbled over and fell into the wall. He
stumbled to his feet and I reacted on adrenaline, I grabbed his cock and
tugged him out into the common room. I threw him down to the ground and
kicked him in the stomach.
	"Take a message for me, anyone else that tries this stunt will get
the same treatment." I sounded strong, but I was feeling kind of faint. I
knew he wouldn't tell anyone, who would want to be known that got his ass
kicked by the new kid. The guy stumbled up and fumbled his way out the
door. I didn't follow him instead I went back to Cameron's bed room and
knelt down next to him, and I untied his hands. When I removed the gag I
realized he was in tears. "Are you ok, Cam?"
	"Yea I think, can you help me up I don't think I can stand on my
own?" I reached under his arms and lifted him up; I was strong even for my
age. His pants slid down to his ankles, and I let him brace off on my
shoulders, as I bent to pull them up, he was wearing sleep pants commando,
so it wasn't that hard. I made a mental note of that too.
	"Are you sure you're ok?"
	He looked at me and with a frown, started crying softly. "That was
so scary..." he fell into my arms as we both sank on to his bed. "...I
thought I was going to be raped."
	"Its ok, you weren't and aren't, I think they were coming for me
and just went the wrong way." I rubbed his back as he laid his head in my
lap.
	"I'm glad you're my friend Ayden." He mumbled
	"Your more like a long lost brother Cameron. I'm glad too." It was
amazing how fast we had become friends and even closer. I could tell him
anything and I was pretty sure he felt the same way toward me.
	"Will you stay with me tonight?" He asked I knew that he didn't
want anything from me sexually; he just wanted someone to be close. He was
really shaken up.
	"Sure." I lifted his head up and stood up. I walked to the head of
his bed, locked his window, no one would be coming through there. He lay
down in the bed the way he slept. I laid down behind him spoon like and
wrapped my arm around him. We were a sight; anyone who would have scene us
would think that we were a couple. We slept like this all night, not
turning and not moving.
	I woke the next morning and quietly went back to my room, not
waking Cameron. I dressed, wearing my jock strap, running shorts and a
muscle shirt. I loved running like this because everything felt so light. I
opened the front door, making sure to take my key and lock it back; I
didn't want anyone in there while I was gone. I set off walking looking
around, partly watching for anyone that may be suspicious and partly
looking for somewhere good to run.
	I ended up finding a small park with a patch of woods containing a
running trail. I took the trail and began to run. Slowly at first picking
up my speed and letting it fall back to keep my heart rate at a steady safe
pace. I ran until sweat was weighing my shirt down. I had been out for
about an hour when I heard foot steps behind me. I slowed my pace and
tensed all my muscles prepared for anything. I slowly turned my head and
saw another person running my direction. It was the Dean.
	"Good morning Ayden!" He smiled and I examined his beautiful
body. But I was only looking because I had my mind on something, well
someone I wanted already.
	"Good morning Dean."
	"How are you?"
	"Not to good I didn't sleep to well" I wasn't sure if I wanted to
tell him. Telling authority figures problems wasn't always worth the
trouble it caused. I decided to put my faith in him.
	"Your roommate keeping you up all night?" He smiled trying to make
it seem like my roommate was a partying type or a loud person.
	"No not really, my roommate was attacked last night." I knew that
my eyes were stone cold; I was lost in what to think. I didn't know if I
wanted to be upset with him or be obsessed with him. I wasn't sure if
wanted to blame him for letting this go on. I watched as his face changed
into a mock surprise.
	"Is there something you want me to do with this information?" He
looked at me incredulously. I couldn't believe that he wasn't in shock, did
this happen so often that he was just wondering where to go with it.
	"What do you mean, sir? What else can you do but pursue the
offender?" I looked at him in amazement, what was he playing at.
	"Walk with me Ayden." He put his arm around my shoulders even
though I was as tall as him he seemed bigger more powerful in some way. "I
think Ayden; even know you have only been here for a few days, you realize
how things tend to work. They have their groups the boys do and I sit back
and mediate between them." He looked at me with eyes I remembered from when
I was young, the look of `I'm right your wrong, don't question my
authority.'
	"What, are you saying that I have to find out for my self who did
this? And then bring him to you?" I gave him another look of amazement, in
these moments I was steadily loosing any admiration or desire I had for
him.
	"No I will help track down, if you assist me in return." He passed
an almost evil grin my direction and trying to say something in his
looks. I didn't understand at the time what he was going for.
	"What do you want me to assist you with?" I was being a little
naïve in my anger, but as I was calming I didn't stay naïve.
	"Oh I think you know how I mean. Giving me `favors' for what ever I
do for you." I caught the meaning as what he said hit me like a ten pound
hammer. He lowered his arm on my back closing in on my butt. His other arm
came around me and reached for my hip. In an instinctual reaction I grabbed
both his hands, reaching around me to grab the back one. I twisted his
hands around so that he dropped to his knees in pain. A move I had all too
painfully learned from my father.
	"If you ever touch me again, you'll be dealing with me and my
parent's lawyers" I said this with venom in my voice that resonated on ever
syllable. Any desire what so ever was instantly replaced by hatred. I let
go of him and turned on heel, and began walking. As I got away from him I
smiled, I felt as if I could take on the world, I had conquered a demon...
of my own heart. Desire.