Date: Tue, 7 Apr 2009 03:17:45 +1000
From: The Messenger <handofsorrow07@gmail.com>
Subject: Changes - Chapter One

"Changes" - Chapter One

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This is my first ever story written around gay themes. I'd appreciate any
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Enjoy!

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Let me start by introducing myself! I'm Dustin; 14 years old, spikey blonde
hair, brown eyes, 50kg and about 5'6" with a fair complexion. I'm not the
most outgoing of kids as I tend to take a shine to older people, but I'm
not overly introverted either.

I started my first day of high school today, not the most pleasant thing,
really. Entirely new faces and surroundings - hooray for anxiety! My
homeroom teacher is a scrag. Her name is Miss Henderson - short and fat
with a hairstyle that kind of resembles a shriveled head of broccoli
crossed with peroxide, but I won't tell her that... yet. She's constantly
telling us how to better ourselves and we've only been at the place six
hours. Obsessed much?

I've always known I was different. I mean, this is coming from the kid who
professed to his family at the age of seven that he thought Nick Carter was
cute. Nick Carter being the lead singer of the Backstreet Boys, of course. I
was never overly "masculine", either. Preferring to listen to Tina Arena
rather than Metallica and watch the men's swimming on TV rather than the
cricket; but who wouldn't, right?

I've only REALLY known that I was attracted to guys for two years. It
actually hit me one day in Primary School - I suddenly realised how cute the
boy was sitting across from me - nothing ever became of it, but that was my
first true realisation that I was, indeed, gay - having never really been
attracted to females, save the childish schoolyard "crushes" that lasted all
of forty-five minutes. Hooray for gash! ... or not.

Anyway.. back to the present.. there's a guy in my class by the name of
James. He's gorgeous - my age, about 5'9" with black hair, brown eyes and
pale skin. I don't think he's gay or anything, but who knows?

A guy I sat next to today, though, Clayton, is nothing short of an adonis.
Spotless skin, blonde hair, soft blue eyes and the same height as me. Kind
of an attention seeker - "emo" if you like - but so cute. I think he's gay,
only because his mannerisms show that he's homophobic to the point where
it's laughable - usually a sign of the typical closet case. I got to know
him a bit during our classes together and he seems nice, a bit weird, but
who isn't right?

I should mention at this point that I have a condition known as Cerebral
Palsy due to brain hemorrhages as a result of being born premature. It's not
life threatening or anything - I use a wheelchair and crutches to move
around and one of my arms doesn't work too well - but nothing I can't
overcome. However, the way my parents act sometimes you'd think I had
Huntington's disease or something.

So anyway, I sat with Clayton during lunch time just chatting about nothing
in particular when he said something that made my heart skip a beat - "Are
you gay?", he said. I could tell that I was instantly starting to go red in
the face so I cast my eyes to the floor. "Huh?", I replied, shocked by his
ability to pick up on it so well. "What makes you say that?" "Oh nothing,
just the way you present yourself, but it's okay - I'm only pretending to be
homophobic around my mates because of the way they were brought up - if you
are, it's ok with me!"

The rest of the afternoon was a massive blur for me, Miss Tefani - who I
called "Miss Stephanie" (giggle *eye roll*) was teaching us some crap about
Egypt in Humanities, but I paid no attention - still mesmerised by Clayton's
comment to me at lunchtime. I swear I saw Clayton glance at me a few times
and maybe even smile, but I couldn't be sure. Finally the bell rang and Mum
came to pick me up - one day down, I suppose!

As soon as I got home, I realised something - something about Clayton that I
would soon come to love. Something that would change me for the better, even
if it takes what seems like a lifetime to happen...

Author's note: Ok so that's it for the first chapter. I know there was no
sex in this chapter - nor will there be for the first few. I don't plan to
have this turn into a sex story, however that will feature as part of it in
good time. I used this chapter to lay the foundations for what is to come.
What did you think? Loved it? Hated it? Printed it out and used it as toilet
paper? Let me know. All constructive comments welcome, however flames and
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to e-mail is: handofsorrow07@gmail.com.