Date: Sun, 5 Sep 2010 18:07:50 +0000
From: Chris Killey <lonelyroad@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Lonesome Road - Part One (MM / BB)

The boring stuff: This is a work of fiction involving unprotected sex
between individuals of high school age. If your not of legal age to be
reading material like this then leave now.  The lonesome road.

I woke up early that morning, the dim sun shining through the crack in my
curtains and the cry of the gulls as they swooped down for their own catch
of the day. Rubbing my eyes with a weary yawn I look at my alarm clock
beside my bed, 6:30. Ugh, great, once again I beat my alarm clock to it, I
will never get back to sleep at this point. Dragging my weary feet off the
soft, warm heaven of the duvet and mattress and onto the cold, hard floor I
shuffled my way to the curtains and threw them open to look at yet another
overcast day, what a surprise. Its not like you get much variation in such
an isolated village near the Irish sea, its either rain or clouds, summer
lasts for a couple of days if we're lucky here, or at least that's how it
seems.

Shaking myself off I looked out over the glorious sea view my bedroom
window afforded me and groaned. Another Monday, great... Walking into the
bathroom adjoined to my bedroom I had a quick shower before leaning on the
sink examining myself in the mirror. I should probably take this
opportunity to introduce myself, I'm Kyle, Kyle Jameson, I am 6" and
comparatively athletic meaning that I am fairly slim with a few pectoral
muscles, a lightly defined six pack and two small biceps. I am 16 years old
and I live in a middle of nowhere town in a middle of nowhere place by
myself.

How? I hear you ask, well that requires some explanation, a couple of years
ago I grew sick of the big cities and my parents with their high paid jobs
and no time for their only son. So I took the initiative and filed for
emancipation, it was a fairly simple process with no regrets or sorrow on
both sides and me receiving a comfortable sum of money from my parents
every year to live on as part of the deal. Oh and I'm gay.

The local high school is fairly small with a student body of approximately
3000 and a faculty of 115 including caretakers. It's name shall ever be
etched into my mind for it was the final chain that held me down and
prevented me from finally being who I truly wanted to be. Free.

St. James' was a two story building with about 100 classrooms, a small
library, a gym and an assembly hall, It is a late Victorian era building
with gargoyles around the rooftops but it's flat sides that have been
modernised with pebbledash.

The halls are a dull grey colour and the uniforms consist of a black
blazer, black trousers or skirts for girls and white shirts with red
ties. As you can tell it isn't a fun place to be.

My tale begins as I left off with me dragging my sorry ass out of bed,
brushing my teeth and dressing myself before I meandered downstairs, my
eyelids still heavy with the lack of sleep from the night before. Grabbing
some cereal I ate quickly before grabbing my bag and walking out of the
door. The crisp morning air hit me hard, as it always does on these cool
autumn mornings. In the distance the waves crashed upon the rocks adding
another element to nature's grand symphony. Grabbing my bike I hit the
roads. Cycling around this early was the only way I could see this
picturesque town without the glares of the residents. I think this will
require some explaining as well. Because this is a small coastal village
everybody knows everybody, now that wouldn't be such a problem if I lived
with a normal family and didn't draw attention to myself. But that would be
boring. I was something to be gawked at, the fact that I was 16 and living
by myself in a seaside bungalow was strange enough by itself but the fact
that I had more brains than half these idiot's inbred spawns combined
didn't help my local standing! Thank god they didn't know I was gay,
something tells me that they would try and run me out of town if I let that
bit of information slip.

Now you may be thinking what the hell this ignorant bastard is talking
about, well let me put it this way, with my upbringing, I learned quickly
to look after myself. I had to, no-one else would do it for me. This means
that I am quite callused when it comes to making new friends and you would
be right, I keep myself to myself and work on my schooling, as I said, once
that was over I was free!

As I finished my cycle around the small village I made my way to
school. Passing through the ancient wrought iron gates I shuddered, as I do
everyday, as I felt the gargoyles glaring down at me. Little did I know
that this day would be the start of a new life.

As I readied myself for the first class, English literature, took my usual
seat at the front of the class. It wasn't a case of me being a nerd; it was
more of a case of no one else sitting there. The teachers, Mrs Hill, a
tall, fierce woman with raven black hair and rectangular glasses. Nobody in
the school liked her but I adored her, she was the perfect teacher and
perhaps the only other person in this god-awful village that I compared to
mentally, came in shortly afterwards and began telling us about our new
individual project. "Now class, as you know I have been pushing you to read
some of the great classics now I have some exiti...." Just as she began
speaking there was a knock at the door, a tall boy, about 6' 3" came in.

His hair gleamed like sunlight on a field of barely hanging down to just
past his ears, he was wearing the uniform but I could see that he was well
made underneath it, with big, powerful shoulders and obviously defines
arms. He flashes a killer, perfect smile and came over to the teacher,
handing her a letter. Reading through it she nodded a couple of times and
smiled at the new boy, reaching out to shake his hand. "Perhaps Kyle will
have some competition then after all," she said to him grinning. "Class,
this is Jensen Hope, he will be joining us from now on. Glad to have you
with us Jensen, take a seat next to Kyle here" She said motioning at
me. Jensen looked me up and down, said nothing and took a seat right next
to mine. There were three other seats on the desk but he took the one right
next to mine. Mrs Hill carried on explaining that we would be working in
partners over the next term to compose a novelette. It could be any genre
and any setting, the only limit being our imaginations. Rolling my eyes I
looked about the room to see the class talking excitedly to themselves,
pretty much ignoring Jensen and me. Sighing I turned to face the cute boy
beside me. Before I could get a word out he held out his hand and said in
an American accent, "Hey, I'm Jensen, pleased to meet you. If you will
excuse me for saying but you don't look like you're from around here, and
well so far every local kid I've seen has either been too obsessed with the
fact that I'm from America or they have avoided me entirely, is everyone
here like this?"

At that moment I felt all the barriers I had raised over the past 16 years
of my life just melt away, at last someone who at least thought the same
way (at least partially) as I did. I must have looked thicker than a brick
just staring at him because he began to lower his hand sighing. Fearing I
was loosing my chance at some form of friendship I grabbed it urgently and
shook it a couple of times before introducing myself. "Hey Jensen, I'm
Kyle, Kyle Jameson. Pleased to meet you. I know what you mean about the
locals though, they tend to treat me as though I'm some sort of
extra-terrestrial.  Hey how would you like to work on this project with me,
we gotta stick together..."

I blushed and turned away as I began gabbling at him, my normally cool
composure, nowhere to be found.

"Hey, don't sweat it mate, I'd be the same if I had to live here with this
lot by myself. Your right, we do have to stick together, how's about we
meet at lunch and discuss it."

I tuned to him and smiled coyly, god I was an idiot around cute guys!
"sounds good" I grinned at him. Little did I know what I had let myself in
store for!

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Thanks guys for reading, this is my first attempt at a story on here, I do
hope to carry this on but I would like to hear from you and get your
thoughts on this.

Chris
Lonelyroad@hotmail.co.uk