Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2001 01:50:43 EDT
From: MathWhiz78@aol.com
Subject: My Mentor  Part One

My Mentor
By Michael (MathWhiz78@aol.com)

The normal disclaimers/notes:  No part of this story is true.  Names that I
use are names that I like and find sexy, not necessarily the names of anyone
that I know.  Any relation to actual persons, alive or dead, is purely
coincidental.  If it is illegal to read this material in your locale, you are
doing so at your own risk.  If the mere thought of sex between two males
upsets you, then I'm sorry.  You really should try it sometime!

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Section 1, Chapter 1
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Slowly and groggily, Nate leaned over and smacked his alarm clock.  "Fuck!"
he thought, "first day of school."  While excited at the prospect of all of
the new people he would meet during his first day of high school, he was more
immediately concerned about that fact that his wakeup time was now 6:45 AM, a
full half hour earlier than it had been last year for junior high and more
than three hours earlier than he had been waking up over the summer.

The first day at school was actually more of an orientation than an actual
school day.  Nate and all of the other freshman at Bill Clinton High School
received their student IDs and schedules, met with their dean to go over the
rules of the new school, and went through a shortened version of their class
schedules.  One thing that BCHS did, much to the chagrin of the freshmen but
to their benefit nonetheless, was to cut their lunch period in half.  During
one half they ate lunch but during the other half they had a supervised study
period with a teacher and a volunteering upperclassman.

Nate's first three periods went by alright.  The whole day was basically just
meeting with the teachers and getting used to walking around Bill Clinton
High, where the walls somewhat seem to slant to the left.  His first classes
were History followed by Science and PE.

His history teacher, Mrs. Altman, seemed straight out of the 1930's and
looked like she had been teaching for at least that long.  If she had been
allowed to, she would still have smacked students with rulers.  Nate could
tell that this was not going to be his favorite class.  At least his friend
David was there to suffer through it with him.

Second period, Science, was led by a new teacher who looked like he
remembered what it was like being a student.  Mr. Swenson promised no
homework over the weekends and that they would be getting their hands dirty
doing experiments rather than just reading out of a book and doing
worksheets.  This also means that they would be partnered up with other
students for labs.  Nate's partner was a sophomore that he would meet the
next day, since only the freshmen were there orientation day.

Gym third period was also going to be full of new experiences.  Instead of
any shorts and tee shirts or sweatshirt and sweatpants like they Nate was
allowed to wear during junior high, they had to wear uniforms which, after
being washed just once, were a bit too tight for comfort.  Furthermore, the
teacher, a former Marine, assured them that they would get sweaty from
working out every day and probably want to use the showers before passing on
to their next class.  Nate wasn't bothered by any of this at all; he had
spent the summer previous working for the park district and had lost the last
of his baby fat and started shaping a pretty nice body as a result.

I suppose that now would be a good time to interrupt the story and better
introduce you to our lead characher.  Nate Richardson was a 14 year old All
American boy-next-door type of kid.  He was 5'6, 125 pounds with short light
brown hair and blonde highlights worn flipped up in the front.  His brown
eyes were soft enough that he could melt ice by looking at it closely enough.
 As a result of the physical work he had done over the summer, he had a
somewhat defined chest and a set of abs.  You couldn't make out a six pack,
or even a two pack, but his ab muscles did stand out from the area
surrounding them.  He had noticed that his penis and testicles were getting
larger and darker in color recently and was starting to sprout some hair
under his arms to match the small patch above his crotch.  Along with the
physical changes, Nate, like many others his age, was beginning to notice an
increase in sexual thoughts and desires.  His friends started spending most
of their time talking about the girls in their class and Nate joined in with
them, but more to fit in because it was what everyone was doing than because
it got him sexually excited or anything.

His freshman study period teacher was Mr. Swenson, the first year teacher
that Nate had for science.  He introduced himself to the students that hadn't
had him for science yet and said that he was going to let Jonathan, the
mentor, pretty much take care of the period and that Mr. Swenson was just
going to take attendance and ensure that other record keeping tasks were
done, sign passes, etc.  Jonathan was a senior that would be attending a Big
Ten school majoring in Pre Med the next year, although he wasn't quite sure
which one yet.  Jon was 5'11, 150 pounds with a lean swimmer type body.  His
baby blue eyes compliment his natural blonde hair, parted down the middle, to
give him a look that gets him just about anything he wants.  He usually wears
fitting shirts that show off his defined chest and thick arms.  All the girls
in the school wanted him to ask them to Prom for the end of the year, and
Homecoming before then, but no one knew that deep inside, the reason he
didn't date wasn't that he was afraid it would interfere with his studying,
as he told people, but rather that he simply wasn't really interested in
girls but was too afraid to do anything regarding his feelings for other guys.

Since it was orientation and only half a day, there was no lunch that day.
This meant that Nate had to hurry out of the classroom to get to art fifth
hour.  Jonathan was walking out the door to leave when Nate gently grabbed
his arm to get his attention.  "Jon?" Nate hesitantly asked.

"Yeah?" Jon replied with a smile that caused Nate's heart to almost stop
beating.

"I was, uhh, wondering if you'd be willing to help me with my bio since I'm
not very good at Science," the nervous fourteen year old stammered out.

"Sure thing!  Nate it was, right?"

"Yeah, it's Nate.  Thanks!"  Nate nervously got out of his mouth.  "Damn," he
thought to himself, "Why was I so nervous talking to Jon?  All I was asking
for was some Bio help," Nate wondered as he walked to his fifth period art
class.

There were a lot of, shall we say, "unique" people in Nate's fifth period art
class.  There was Shawn, a 14 year old freshman who was 6' tall, 120 pounds,
and all black--hair, nails, clothes, you name it....   There was Jordan.  J
ordan was kind of effeminate.  He did his nails, too, occasionally wore
makeup, had a high voice, all the gay stereotypes.  Jordan had rainbows all
over his backpack, refused to eat meat, and was determined to go to
Homecoming in a dress with another boy.  Ok, so he was very effeminate.  Most
of the other kids in the class stayed away from Jordan because they were
afraid of people calling them gay.  The last misfit, as we might call them,
was Kendle.  Kendle was invited to be in cheerleading and have guaranteed
popularity but turned it down because she saw the cheerleaders as being fake.
 As a result, Kendle was loved and admired by everyone that wasn't in the
social A-list at BCHS.  Kendle and Jordan were great friends and spent most
of their time in class chatting about boys.  Because art was on the far
opposite side of the school as the science wing, Nate got there last and had
to sit at the only open seat at the table with Shawn, Jordan, and Kendle.

Nate hurried to his sixth period Honors Algebra class where he promptly took
a seat in the front of the room.  Math had always been his easiest class and
he knew that this year would be no exception.  Even though he sat in the
front, he allowed himself to zone out and noticed his thoughts drifting, for
some reason that he couldn't explain, to Jonathan.  Again, he wondered why he
couldn't get this young man out of his thoughts!

Seventh period was study hall for Nate.  No leavinbg the room without a pass,
no talking, feel free to bring silent reading, etc.  Nothing out of the
ordinary here.  The classroom was full of a mixture of people ranging in age
from freshman all the way through a couple of seniors who used the study hall
to fill their schedules as they took the minimum number of classes required.

The last class of the day was English.  This was going to be tough for Nate
since he didn't think he was a very good writer and, after all, it's hard
enough to concentrate when you know that your day is over in an hour anyways!
 He spent the entire fifteen minutes of the mini class staring at the window
and wishing summer was still going and that he was still at the park district
working.  How nice the cool breeze had felt blowing over his sweaty sticky
skin while he was essentially getting paid to work out.  Well, at least the
weekend would be here in just a couple of days.

The bell rang and school was out for the freshmen of Bill Clinton High
School, where the walls seem to lean slightly to the left.  And that's the
end of part one for us!  Write and let me know what you think so far....  I
might allow some other people to write other parts of the stories since we
all have different writing strengths.  Take care and be safe!  =)