Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2003 14:45:43 +0000
From: Troubled Kid <troubledkid1985@hotmail.com>
Subject: Adventure-Training-2

Disclaimer: The following is a storey of two teenager boys. Sorry if that
offends you, but hey, not my fault! If it's illegal for you to read this
then don't. But if it is illegal, I wont tell anyone! Just don't get
caught.

One thing I missed off in the last chapter's disclaimer, is this: I DO NOT
condon any sexual activity with underage boys. The sex parts of my storey
are few and far between and, when they eventually happen, FANTASY! I would
never actually do anything with a younger boy because I would never be
confident that it was completely consenting, and that I had hadn't convinced
him to do it, no matter how innocent I thought I had been.

This is LOOSELY based on myself and the people I know. Names and places
have been changed to protect identities and the storey it is allot
different from my real life. Apart from 3 or 4 main characters, all other
similarity between characters and places and real people and locations is
entirely accidental, so please accept my apologies.

I got a few emails with spelling corrections last time: who knew that there
wasn't an "e" in horny? Not me! It seems that Microsoft words spell checker
wasn't designed for these sort of files! Keep up the emails!

Finally:

Dedications:- To the real life version of James and Martin. You are my best
mates and always will be. We need more nights like Saturday, drinking and
talking until early morning. **Raises glass to good friends**

To Simon, it wasn't you I fell in love with, it was my perfect image of
you, so please don't be offended by this if ever you read it.

And to Tyler, the first person who knew both my sexuality and my real name.
It helps to talk about this sort of thing, even if that person is on the
other side of the world, so thank you.

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Adventure-Training

Chapter Two

James and I sat with Simon during dinner and the only one really saying
anything was James. Simon and I ate and listened in silence, until we had
all finished.  Getting up to take our trays to the front, Mr. Davis came up
to us.

"Anyone wanna come down the Pub? Mr. Smiths getting the first round!" He
smiled and rubbed his hands together. He looked around me and saw
Simon. "Ah, over 18s only, I'm afraid Simon"

"Well that counts me out, Terry" He preferred we call him by his first name
on trips, but I knew not to try it in lessons! "I'm not 18 until June".

"Oh," He looked dejected. He had clearly only been trying to explain to
Simon why he couldn't come, not stop me from heading down the road to the
pub with them.  "Well, sorry Mark".

"It's ok, I am knackered anyway."

"Well I'm up for it!" James could never say no to a drink, and the idea of
seeing some of the people who had taught us over the last years drunk must
have been amazingly tempting.

"Ok, I'll see you guys later." I put my tray on the trolley and began to
head upstairs.  Simon copied my every move without a word being said
between us. It was like having a shadow. I wasn't complaining, it was a
cute shadow. Hell, why was I thinking that? I had to hit myself mentally, I
shouldn't be thinking like that about him!

Once in the room, I crawled on to my bunk and the athletic Simon leapt up
without breaking his pace to his. The two boys who were arguing over James
bunk early were lying on there beds too. I obviously wasn't the only one
who was tired. I closed my eyes and listened to there conversation.

"Do you know what groups we are in for the walk tomorrow?" The first asked

"No idea, they are sorting us out in the morning".

"I hope I am not in HIS group!" He points at the bunk below him, where
James would be sleeping. "he's scary"

I couldn't help it, I laughed.

"sorry, sorry," I said "there's no reason to be scared of James. You listen
to him and take on board what he says, and he'll treat you fairly."

"Well that's REALLY reassuring" He said sarcastically.

"What's your name?"

"Greg, and this is Sam" He pointed at the other kid. "your Mark, right?"

"Yeah"

"and I'm Simon" A voice above me came out with.

"yeah, I know you!" Sam spoke up for the first time "Your in my history
class!"

"yeah, I sit at the back, I don't think you would have seen me too often"

I listened to the three of them talk for awhile until I fell asleep again,
for the second time in as many hours. I woke again as James opened the
door. It was dark now and he had had one too many and, despite his best
efforts, wasn't keeping his noise down. I got off the bed and began to
undress. I had fallen asleep in my clothes and I hate waking up in the
morning still dressed. James had gotten to sleep as soon as his head hit
the pillow. I heard his snoring start before I had gotten back in to bed
myself.

"He makes quiet a racket" Simons voice made me jump

"Yeah. Makes me glad I didn't go down the pub! He's going to wake up
feeling really rough!"

"I hate hangovers"

"How the hell do you know what a hang over feels like! Your 14!"

"Meh"

This kid was weird. I wanted to think that he just was trying to sound
cool, saying he knew what it felt like to get drunk. If he had argued with
me, it would have been easy to think that. But he just let the subject drop
there, like he didn't mind whether or not I believed him. I was
impressed. I have known many people, both my own age, younger and older,
and all of them cared what people think and all of them always cared about
appearances. All of them cared about whether or not we believe what they
said they had done in their lives. Simon, here, seemed to just brush it
off.  It had taken years for me to learn that it really wasn't important to
look cool, and as soon as I stopped trying, I found life easier and I found
being around friends easier.

"Sorry" I said to the darkness in front of me "I didn't mean to accuse of
lying"

"I know."

I fell asleep shortly after and woke as everyone began getting up.

"hey, Mark, wake up! its 7! Mr. Smith said we had to be at breakfast by
now!" Greg looked frantic as he tried to wake me. He saw me move and left
me to get myself up.

I wasn't tired thanks to my early night, but I knew the person I was about
to wake would be. I pulled myself from under the covers and crossed over to
James in my boxers.  I shock him by the shoulder

"hey, James, get up mate!"

He swung his arm out to push me away as he woke up. I laughed as I dodged
his attempt at hitting me. I started to get dressed. All the other kids
were in a hurry, to make sure they were at breakfast before the
teachers. No one wanted to get in to trouble but I knew, that if James was
anything to go by, none of the teachers would be in a huge hurry to get up!

I walked to breakfast, James staggered, and Simon followed. In the food
hall, the teachers looked as bad as James. We grabbed our cereal and toast
and went to sit down.  Greg and Sam joined the three of us this time. It
was quiet amazing. In the space of one evening all the groups that people
would hang around in were sorted out.  During the time in the hostel and in
the evenings, the 5 of us stuck together.  During the day was different,
though.

Mr. Smith split us in to 2 groups. I was in charge of one, James of the
other. I ended up with Simon and Greg in my group for the week. This was
the first time I looked closely at Greg. He was taller than Simon, but not
by much, probably just below average for his age. He had dark hair and was
quiet thin.

The walk that day was tiring. Mr. Smith liked to drive us hard. Each of the
two groups left in a minibus and parked at either end of the walk. We would
meet each other in the middle, swap keys and have lunch. I talked the whole
way with Simon. We talked about all kinds of things, what books we read (it
seemed we were both in the middle of reading Andy McNab's Nick Stone books
- trashy spy fiction written by an Ex SAS solider), what we listen to
(Rammstein and Greenday, strange combination!) and favourite TV shows. Not
surprisingly, we had that in common too, but tell me a teenager that
DOESN'T love The Simpsons? I also talked with him about what sports we do.

"Sailing?" He asked as we walked along the banks of a river following the
valley down the hill.

"Yeah, sailing. My Dad taught me when I was about 9 and I've been sailing
whenever I can since. On holidays, at the local yacht club and even with
the school!"

"the school does sailing?"

"Yeah! Mr. Davis has RYA level 5, so he instructs us. Its that or Rugby,
and I know what sports option I would prefere!"

"What years can do it?"

"Well, only year 11 and above, because we have our PE afternoon on the same
day. But we sailing on Saturdays and after school during the summer. why?
you interested?"

"well, yeah." He smiled. "My cousin took me sailing a few years ago when I
stayed with them for a few days. I really enjoyed it! I didn't realise we
could do it at school!"

"Talk to Terry," I stopped myself. "Sorry, Talk to Mr. Davis! He say
whether or not you can come along"

"cool!"

We talked through out the whole walk, with the only pausing being for
lunch, where our group of 5 reformed again. The other team had to leave
after only a short time. We had met up with them a long way past the half
waypoint - they were late! Our group took its time to finish eating as we
weren't rushed. Setting off, Simon fell to the back as before and just
talked the whole time. I said how I usually don't tell everything about
myself to one person, but talking to Simon felt like talking to an old
friend, like there was nothing we couldn't talk about. He told me all about
his home life. How annoying his sister was to him, how he hated living
where he lived because he was too far out of the town to walk and the
busses were crap. I knew how he felt. Before I passed my driving test, It
seemed so isolated where we live.  I told him all about me, my brother. He
complained about his sister, but I told him brothers are no better,
especially not older brothers!

We laughed and joked until we reached the national trust car park where the
Minibus was waiting. We scrabbled on board and I took the same seat as
usual: next to the sliding door.  It's the only one that really has enough
legroom for me. I almost didn't notice, but Simon took the seat next to
me. We were all tired and Simon began to fall asleep leaning against my
shoulder as we drove the hour-long trip back. I remember thinking that it
felt good to have him lie again me and feel the warmth from his body, just
before falling asleep myself.

I woke as the bus pulled up outside the hostel and I found Simon had fallen
asleep against my shoulder and my head was leaning on top of his. I quickly
moved myself before anyone noticed, least of all Simon, but everyone was
too busy waking up leaning on their friends too! He smiled at me before
picking up his day sack and moving past me, getting off first.

And this was how it went for the next week. I began to wonder who I talked
to most as the days went by, Simon or James? The answer had to be Simon,
because I only saw James when we were at the hostel, and Simon was always
there then too. During the day, we did all the things I had always done
here. Abseiling, canoeing, walking, mountain biking, and all the time I
spent talking to Simon and sometimes Greg too. I had brought a Frisbee with
me, and, even though it was April, the sun was out and the weather was
hot. We spent evening playing football or throwing the Frisbee around on
the field out the back of the hostel in shorts and tee shirts.  Cards
became apart of our trip too. The teachers never really plan evening events
for us, so it was up to individuals to entertain themselves. On one or two
nights, I joined the teachers and James at the pub, but I didn't really
enjoy it all too much so most nights I spent chatting to Simon, Sam and
Greg.

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You'll be glad to know that's all the setting up I really need to do. From
here on in, there should be much more character interactions and less
descriptions. Keep up all the emails, there is little better than hearing
someone say they can't wait for the next chapter.  Thank you!
troubledkid1985@hotmail.com