Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2008 12:41:25 -0500
From: Joe Barker <jbark217@gmail.com>
Subject: High School / All Boys School After Dark

SPRING BREAK DAY 6

      I woke up the next morning and found that Corey was missing. For a
moment I was frantic hoping that it wasn't all just a dream. I wanted it to
be real, I wanted him so bad. I got up and dressed hurriedly and went to
the living room. I took a sigh of relief as I saw Cameron and Corey sitting
at the table eating, and talking.
      "Morning sleeping beauty!" Cameron called to me. Corey looked over
his shoulder and gave me a big smile.
      "Busy morning" I asked to both of them.
      "Not really, I just went back to my dorm to grab some clothes." Corey
said to me, I was shocked that he would dare go out of the dorm with his
brother on the loose after everything Cameron and I had done for him the
night before.
      "You went out?" I sounded aggravated; I regretted it as I watched his
face fall in almost fear.
      "Don't worry Ayden, I went with him." Cameron looked at me sternly.
      "Oh ok, that's fine, I just don't want you getting into trouble or
anything." I smiled at him.
	"I'm ok honestly." He said sheepishly.
	"Ok, that's cool." I said confused. I walked over to the kitchen
and grabbed a glass of orange juice. Sitting down between the two of them
at the table I spoke again.
	"What are you doing today?"
	"Not much I have to go to a class for some extra credit something
another, my teacher is weird." Corey said as if nothing had happened the
night before.
	"Oh ok, and then will you come back here or go to your house."
Cameron asked him as if opening the door for him.
	"Well I don't want to over stay my welcome, so I think I will stay
at my dorm. Thanks for everything really though." Corey said a little
timidly with a glance in my direction.
	"Ok then I will escort you if you aren't staying here your not
walking out there today alone." I looked at him protectively; I was so
confused on how he felt for me.
	We gathered his things and we set off across the campus. The campus
was not busy but it wasn't empty either. I felt comfortable walking across
with him, conversation was short we said nothing about the night before or
the things we knew we both felt. The silence started when we both glanced
and saw his brother walking into Grayden. We both stepped our pace up a
little bit. When we arrived at his dorm, he unlocked it as I looked around.
	"Ok, you going to be ok from here?" I asked him.
	"Yea, I think so." He smiled at me weakly. I didn't need anything
to tell me he was scared.
	"Maybe we shouldn't talk anymore; I mean I don't want to get hurt
or you to get hurt." He said this with a look of confusion.
	"I'm not afraid of your brother." I looked at him defiantly; I was
shocked at his statement.
	"Yea I know, but I am and plus he is my brother...so?" I looked at
him like he was crazy, was he telling me after everything his brother had
done he valued his own relationship with him more then he did a friendship
with me?
	"What?" It was all that I could utter in my few moments of
confusion.
	"I...I...don't know anymore." At that he turned and shut the door
on me.
	I was so angry that I turned and ran back across the courtyard. A
dead sprint something I wasn't used to, I was tired in seconds and made
back to the dorm in only a few more seconds. I walked in and crashed onto
the couch; Cameron was there and listened to my entire story in disbelief.
	"Maybe, he was really scared, maybe he just didn't know what to
do." I understood that but I was still up set and wanted to yell at someone
but refrained. I told Cameron good night and went to bed, classes started
in the morning I would need all the sleep I could get.

First Day of School

	Through out my entire school career I have had the same base
schedule, some ridiculously pointless math, English that I hated because
they made me write instead of letting me write and, some science that I
only mildly enjoyed. History was never emphasized but it was tucked in
there. This school semester was a little strange to me; I was placed into a
drama group, accelerated French class, and an art class that was my last
period of the day. The drama was fun just a little strange to see all boys
playing many roles. The French was annoying because it was like French 2
where I was in French 4 back at my school. But the art class, something I
had never been fond of, was quickly becoming my new favorite class.
	It was a different type of art class, the teacher was great, and he
was a short black man with gray lightly spread through his beard. He was
muscular to, quite scary actually. But he had a great perspective on
teaching and focused his class on what our area of specialization was
instead of on what he wanted us to do. Some students worked on traditional
paintings and drawings, where others focused on photography and
illustration. When he came to me, I told him that I was a writer and had
never been a very good artist. He asked for a sample of my work and after
he read a piece of my poetry he stopped and starred at me.
	"I thought you said you weren't a very good artist?" He looked at
me almost angrily but with a sarcastic twinge in his face.
	"I'm not, I can draw hands pretty decent but haven't ever worked on
it." I looked at him confusedly and not understanding.
	"Your writing is as graceful as his paintings," he pointed over to
Cameron who was busy sketching on a canvas board. "And you give your own
work the exact artistic detail it needs. You may not be a drawer, but my
boy you are an artist of words." He handed me my journal back and turned to
walk to the front of the class. I looked around in awe; I began to notice
that not everyone was drawing, some where taking pictures, or editing
photos, others were sketching and others were forming clay. Each one of
them were graceful in there own art, and each adding a little of themselves
to their pieces.
	One boy caught my attention, the others called him John. His hair
was long, lower then his shoulders but kept up in a pony tail. His hair was
sandy blond, and he had green eyes. His smile was cute, and he didn't leave
much to be desired. I watched him for awhile, observing and taking notes on
him. Writing things down to be later added subtly to a poem or story. At
one point he took his hoodie off and was wearing his shirt, shorts and
sandals.
	Being a guy he began to absent mindedly rub himself, first right
above his waist line and then blatantly and uncaringly sticking his hand
into his pants, rubbing or scratching one. His shirt rode up with the
motion allowing me to see what little hair he had was on top of a smooth
set of abs with a very decorative tattoo lining his waist. He must work out
because his abs were impressive and the V leading down to his family jewels
was very intriguing, I was sure I was drooling.
	During my staring I watched and couldn't look away, he turned
slowly and we made eye contact. He raised an eye brow at me, I blushed, and
he smiled and winked at me. Pulling his hand out of his pants and walking
by me. As he did he placed a hand on my shoulder. My stomach quivered.
	The day passed speedily from there with every event pushing my
thoughts back to class. I had thought too much on Corey up until that
class, he had ripped my heart and now lust filled that spot where anger
should be. I was ready for something and Corey wasn't on my mind.

Second Day of School

	The second day was much like the first, in the first two classes I
drowned out the teacher and finished my work, leaving time to write and
think about everything. I did this time think about Corey, he was the first
thing. In a since I came to peace with his decision. I knew that I didn't
like it but I couldn't hate him for it.
	Second my mind wandered to being back home, with my parents, and my
friends. Especially my best friend, who was like my sister, or lover from
another life. I missed her enough to sulk my self to sleep most nights. She
was my confidant to everything; I had even sent her email containing
information from the week's events.
	Third I thought about the week and half that had passed. In that
time I had found a best friend, a crush, fallen' in love with him, and had
my heart broken. IN A WEEK! How was this even logical?
	Lastly I thought of the guy from Art class, John. He had touched me
and this was after he caught me staring at him. He had smiled and winked,
did that mean he like what he saw in me as much as I did in him?
	I walked into Art class and took my seat at one of the tables in
the back.
	"Hey, Ayden?" The teacher called to me, brandishing his key. "Can
you go down the hall and get some supplies for tomorrow; we don't need them
for today, and today is a relaxing day. But if you want you can go to the
Dungeon and get them." I looked at him inquisitively and took the key, I
knew where the room was but I had never heard it referred to as "the
Dungeon", kind of scary.
	I walked down the hall to the room and unlocked it easily, it
didn't lock itself so I shut the door and stuck the key on the inside so I
could get everything need and not loose that in the jumble. I walked a
little ways into the room. It was the storage room with no windows and only
the one door. It was an abandoned class room that they had put shelves in
so it looked more like a shopping department. There were tables in the back
that some of the teachers used to gather supplies and take them back or cut
paper. Occasionally a teacher could be found here grading just to escape a
little chaos. This all was of course told to me by Cameron.
	I walked a ways into the room walking between the aisles of ceiling
high shelves, and gathered random items here or there. It was empty back in
the back, so began to gather up the things that I needed for my art class,
some different kinds of paper and paints. As I was looking at the variety
of pens and papers they had stocked I heard a click and the sound of a
tumbler being turned. I slowly took the last of the supplies and set them
on the table as a voice spoke from behind me.
	"I saw you looking at me..." The voice was smooth and slowly deep,
it was like the person speaking had thrown a bolt of lightening at me. I
turned slowly and very tense not knowing who I would see. The long hair,
the tight white shirt and his smile, where the first thing I noticed as
John walked closer to me. "...and I liked it." He gave me a little smirk as
he leaned it to kiss my neck.
	Thoughts were flying through my head mostly about John but every
now and then Corey would sneak in there and I would push him back out of my
thoughts. John was massaging my neck with his lips and it felt amazing and
everything seemed to flood from my mind. His hand snaked his way up my
shirt and gently rubbed my chest and rolled the muscles through his
fingers.
 	My hands found his back and I ran my fingers over his shoulders and
down his shirt feeling each contour. The smoothness of his muscles was a
refreshing change to tension that was in mine all the time recently. His
fingers were slowly working that out, the tension was sliding away. His
hand left my chest and slowly worked its way down my stomach and his
fingers edged under the lip of my pants.
	I shut my eyes, letting my head roll back and gasped as his hand
tightened on my crotch. What he was doing was feeling so good, when my
pocket started to vibrate. The music from my phone was like a knife into my
reality. With out really distracting John from what he was doing I tried to
slide my phone from my pocket. I hit the button and answered my
call. "H...h...hello?"
	The voice on the other side spoke and I only heard half of what
they said, but I realized that they were asking me if I was who I was and
then I lost them as his hand gently massaged around my nuts. He was making
every inch feel so good as rolled them through his fingers. My dick was
tight against my pants and just waiting to get free.
	"We were given your name as a contact for a Mr. East. Corey East."
The name shocked me out of my pleasure. My head snapped up and my free hand
gripped John's shoulder rather hard.
	"Why? Can you repeat the last part please?" I pushed John away a
bit as I said this. I gave him a pleading look and silently begged for his
forgiveness, he was good at what he was doing and it felt great but
something else was going on right now.


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