Date: Mon, 9 May 2011 23:54:30 +0000
From: robert kelly <robertkelly@live.co.uk>
Subject: Troubled Minds, Chapter 1, (Author- Robert Kelly)

This story is a work of FICTION. The events described have only occurred in
my mind. Any similarities to actual events or persons are strictly
coincidental.

THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF CONSENSUAL SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN
HIGH SCHOOL AGE MALES. IT IS INTENDED FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY! IF YOU
FIND THIS TYPE OF MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, OR IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, OR UNDER THE
LEGAL AGE TO VIEW SUCH MATERIAL THEN PLEASE READ NO FURTHER.

This is my first attempt at at producing a story like this and any advise
or comments you have would be most welcome. Send them to Rob at
robertkelly@live.co.uk


Chapter one
The New Kid

Chris Lewis was alone as always lying in his bed in his room staring out of
the window. It was pretty basic. It had two single beds, a wardrobe and a
couple of chest of drawers. He had a couple of posters of girls on the wall
but nothing to revealing as it was against the rules. It was 6:00 am and
the sun was just starting to show itself. The dim pink sunlight was coming
in through the windows of St Paul's children's home and Chris had been
staring out at the ever changing sky for the past hour.

He had spent nearly sixteen years in and out of children's homes and foster
homes, and for the past year he had been staying here. He didn't mind it to
much. Out of all the places he had stayed this probably had to be the
best. There where a few dodgy characters that caused trouble and gave him a
bit of bother from time to time, but you got that everywhere. Such is
life. He got on well with the staff here, and there where a couple of boys
his age he regarded as friends.

All in all Chris was a good kid. He kept himself to himself and stayed out
of trouble. The reason he had to live here was not because of his
behaviour, but because of his family, or lack of one. Chris had never known
the love of a mother or father. His mother had died during labour due to
complications of the womb and Chris was lucky to be alive although that's
not the way he saw it sometimes.

He had never known who his father was and always had dreams of him coming
to take him away where he could be happy and be loved. But that all came to
an end a couple of years ago when social services managed to track him
down. Chris found out that his dad was not the man he had imagined and that
his life was ruled by drink and violence. His Dad told social services he
knew nothing about Chris and wanted nothing to do with him and that was
that. Chris hadn't heard anything from him since and had no intentions of
tracking him down.

In two weeks it would be Chris's sixteenth birthday. Most kids his age
would have been really excited, but for him it was just another day. He
wasn't very materialistic. Christmases and birthdays just weren't the same
without a mum and dad, especially when nearly every year you where living
somewhere different where no one really cared about you. That's what he
liked most about St Paul's. At least here the staff seemed to care about
what they where doing and who they where looking after. He knew that Trish
one of the workers there would probably spring a surprise party on him with
a cake and everything, even though he had told them "I don't want a fuss,
honestly I'm fine. It's just another day to me".

Trish had a bit of a soft spot for Chris. She felt sorry for him when she
read his file and found out about his parents. Since he got here she had
sort of taken him under her wing and looked out for him the best she
could. She wasn't trying to be his mother or anything and the system stops
care workers getting to close and emotionally attached to the kids they
work with, but you could say she was like a big sister. A lot of the kids
in there saw her that way. She was just one of those people who always had
a smile on her face and could always cheer you up.

Chris often couldn't sleep and would find himself like this looking out his
window at the stars and the clouds. Not really thinking, just starring off
out into nowhere, enjoying the view. In fact he usually did this sort of
thing to stop thinking. That was a problem he had, worrying. Worrying about
stupid things most of the time like the people he had around him dieing the
way his mum had. He couldn't stand it if he lost Trish, or if they moved
him away again. She was the closest thing he had to family. He would also
sometimes worry about never finding a girlfriend and becoming a lonely old
man who everyone had forgotten. He acted so mature and tough but really
underneath the exterior he was a scared little boy who needed to be loved.

He had been staring out the window now for well over an hour and had barely
blinked. His eyes where starting to itch a bit so he got up pulled on some
boxers and a t-shirt, grabbed a towel and headed off to the communal
bathroom at the end of the hall. As he walked down the deserted corridor he
noticed that the clock hung on the wall read 07:05 which meant the other
kids wouldn't be getting up for about another hour which was good, he liked
a long shower.

He got to the bathroom and locked the door behind him and hung his towel
up. The first thing he done was what any lad needs to do first thing in the
morning and took a long overdue piss. He felt relief as his bladder slowly
emptied then he took off his boxers and t-shirt and hung them up with his
towel.

He made his way over to the mirror and stared at himself. He wasn't a bad
looking kid. He had some nice features about him. He needed a bit of a
haircut but he had a cute face. He had a sort of natural tan all year round
which really made his eyes stand out. They where a mixture of sort of
bright blue and grey. They almost looked like they where changing colour in
the light sometimes. He didn't really have much in the way of facial hair
which was another worry of his as some of his mates seemed to be developing
a bit faster and had already started shaving. He stroked his chin then look
down south.

There was nothing wrong with him down there size wise but you know what
young lads are like. Always paranoid and always wanting to compete and be
the biggest and best (which was a problem for him because he felt short at
5 foot 7 when all his friends where hitting six foot, and he was of average
build so nothing to boast about there). He took a few paces back so he
could see what he looked like in the mirror. He spent a minute or so
checking out his package which he decided was average enough and then got
in the shower.

He switched the water on but didn't wait for it to heat up and just got
under so that the cold water would wake him up a little. It was freezing
and it took his breath away a little but it soon heated up and he was
enjoying the warm water beating off his body. He got a bar of soap from the
side and started washing himself. First under his arms, then his chest and
stomach and slowly but surely he got down to his pubes then his cock.

 The warm soapy water felt good down there and he pulled his foreskin back
revealing a nice thick purple head which was quickly getting bigger and
bigger as he cleaned himself. He was fully erect at a good six and a half
inches when he dropped the soap and decided he had to pleasure himself.

He was stroking his cock back and forth faster and harder each time. The
warm water felt so good and he was getting close to climax very quickly. He
closed his eyes and tried to think of someone.

He was a virgin and hadn't really had much experience in that department so
all he could think of was one of the girls in his posters. He leant against
the wall of the shower. His hand was a blur now and he was deep in fantasy.

(She had just walked into his room completely naked. She had long blonde
hair and the biggest most perfect tits you've ever seen. She was walking
over to him and she was that close he could almost touch her). He was
reaching his climax now and his legs where getting week as he thought about
her. (She pushed him on the bed and ripped off his boxers). He was almost
there now. ( She knelt in front of him with her thick luscious lips the tip
of his cock just inches from his mouth). He couldn't last much longer. (She
finally took his cock in her mouth for the first time). BANG, BANG, BANG!!!

"Hey mate are you gonna be much longer I really need a piss?"

 Chris was that shocked at the sudden interruption he fell to the floor of
the shower and banged his head on one of the pipes. "Shit" he whispered to
himself

"yeah I'll be right out mate, just give me a minute".


A little pissed off and now with a throbbing lump on his head a sexually
frustrated Chris turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. He
grabbed the towel he had hung up and wrapped it round himself hoping that
it would be enough to hide the bulge that was slowly going down behind
it. He grabbed his cloths and unlocked the door. He didn't even get a
chance to get out when his friend Nathan pushed through.

" What took you so long? Fuck I need to piss"

he saw the obvious bulge behind Chris's towel and laughed.

"You know what mate I don't wanna know."

They both sort of laughed it off and Chris closed the door and went back to
his room.

"Fuck me, my head hurts."

He said rubbing his head as he walked into his room. He closed the door
behind him and noticed that there was a suitcase on the spare bed.

"What the ...?"

He quickly got dried and dressed and went downstairs to see Trish and to
get some breakfast.

The house itself was set on the outskirts of a seaside town called
Blackpool. The whole property had four floors to it. Including the
basement. It was sort of like and old double fronted manor house that had
been donated to some charity and then made into a children's home. The
basement was used for food storage and all the laundry and stuff. The
ground floor where everything happened consisted of a massive
kitchen/dinner, a lounge, TV/games room, some offices for the care workers
and a toilet at the end of the hall. The upper floors where all bedrooms
for the kids and night staff and there was a bathroom on each floor. The
gardens where massive too. Outside in the front there was a couple of
benches, some trees and lots of grass. It had a gravel driveway and big old
fashioned iron gates. In the back it was nothing short of huge. There where
loads of trees and tones of space for football and all sorts of sports and
games. It was really good in the summer when everyone was outside. They
would play different games like rounder's and bulldog. Just to try and make
it fun. that's why Chris liked it here. It felt more like a home rather
than a prison for kids that can't behave.

When Chris got downstairs he spotted Trish with a new kid. It looked like
she was showing him around. He seemed sad. His shoulders where hunched, and
although Trish was pointing out the TV room, his eyes didn't leave the
floor. Chris spotted Trish at then end of the hall and started walking
faster to catch up with her.

"Trish?"

"Ah Chris, your up early..."

"You know me."

"Well this is good actually. Chris this is David. He's going to be your
knew room mate. He's just arrived today. And he needs someone to sort of
show him the ropes and get used to the place and I thought you where the
perfect candidate."

"Oh...Ok then." He replied looking a bit unsure. "Nice to meet you David".

He put his hand out to greet him and for the first time David looked up.

David was a good looking lad. He was sixteen with short blonde hair long
enough to spike up if he wanted. He was well tanned and had an athletic
sort of build. He was obviously into sports of some kind and he was about
the same Height as Chris give or take an inch. There was something wrong
with him though. He was obviously good looking and if he would only smile
it would probably do wonders for him, but there was no chance of that. He
looked sad and empty. Something had happened to him, but what...

"You just gonna stand there all day and stare at me or are you going to
shake my hand?"

Chris asked breaking the silence. David just turned around and walked away
without saying anything.

"What's his problem?"  Chris asked Trish.

"He'll come round, You know what it's like coming to a new place. He's just
nervous. He's gonna be sharing with you if that's alright?"

Chris gave her a funny look.

"Come on Chris it will be fun for you to have a room mate."

"I suppose."

"Watch out for him wont you Chris? He's had a hard time of it and could use
a new friend."

"Why what's happened to him?" "You know I can't give out personal
information. He will talk when he's ready, but he really needs a friend
just now."

"Ok I'll try my best."

Breakfast was strange that day. People kept staring and whispering about
the new guy. Chris had sat opposite him at the table and said hello but
David still hadn't said anything to anyone. Nathan eventually came in and
sat beside Chris.

"Hey, you calmed down any since before." He laughed.

"Shut up." Chris said pushing him. They both laughed.

" Who's the new kid?" Nathan whispered

"His name is David but he wont talk to anyone"

"Why? What's up with him?"

"How would I know if he's not talking to me" "Good point. What's your plans
for today then?" He asked in a much louder voice.

"Eh nothing really."

"God your so boring, you never want to do anything."

"Well what do you want to do then?"

"I don't know." They both laughed.

Chris and Nathan had been friends since Chris moved in. Like Chris, Nathan
had been asked to show the new kid the ropes and look after him. They had
just sort of hit it off and had been friends ever since. They had luckily
been in the same class at school too so they where in each others company a
lot. Now that they had both done there exams and where both going to be
sixteen when the holidays where over. Neither of them would be going back.

They finished breakfast and where just chatting and joking around when
Steven at the end of the table started shouting down to David.

Now if anyone was a complete opposite of Chris it was Steven. He was a big
guy for his age and about 6 foot and he wasn't afraid to push his weight
around. He is what you would call the "Jock" type. He was the bully of the
house. Everywhere has one. Someone who likes to be in charge and intimidate
people to get what they want, well today wasn't going to be any different.

 "Hey you?...New kid?...Hey?... I'm talking to you dick head."

David just stood up and walked out. Everybody just sort of stared.  "What
an ignorant little fuck. What the fucks his problem?" Said Steven.

And with that the table slowly got back to normal, gossiping about the new
kid.

"Do you think he's alright?" Nathan asked Chris.

"I don't know, he looked like he was about to cry. Come on."

And they both got up and left the dining room.

They caught a glimpse of David just going out of the main door and they
followed him. He was sitting on the front steps when they caught up with
him.

"Hey mate what's up?" Asked Nathan.

"I'm not your mate." He replied.

"Wow look at this Chris he can actually talk."

David stood up looking Nathan in the eyes, inches away from his face.
Nathan wasn`t really that intimidated by the move and stood his ground.
Nathan was a good looking guy but he had this sort of tough look going on
and it would be quite understandable if people felt threatened by him.
Chris knew better though. He was a big softy really.

"Look just leave me alone!" He shouted in Nathans face.

"Mate what's your problem? We're only trying to be nice." Said Chris.

"Yeah well I don't need people to be nice. What I need is...What I need
is."

He started to cry, silent tears streaming down his face. It looked like he
was struggling to talk, almost as if the words where in his head but he
just couldn't say them out loud. Chris and Nathan shared an awkward
glance. It was Nathan that spoke first. He put his hand on David's shoulder

"Look mate I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you. Something inside David
snapped... He pushed Nathan to the floor in one movement.

"Don't fucking touch me. Just leave me alone."

He stormed back into the house and left Nathan and Chris shocked.

"He's a fucking nutcase" said Nathan.

" Yeah and I've got to share a room with him." They both looked at each
other and laughed.

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