Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2011 00:37:45 +0100
From: Jake T-L <jake.t-l@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Aiden's Story - Chapter One

So... to begin with the mandatory disclaimers and warnings that I know most
of you won't read, but here goes.

This story is a work of fiction. All the events described hereafter are
merely figments of my imagination, and although some might be taken from my
past, the details have been changed and the names altered. So that goes to
say that the characters in this story are also completely fictional, and so
any resemblance to any people that might be reading this, or to people who
aren't reading this, is purely coincidental.

The story also features sexually explicit scenes between consenting minors,
so if you are offended by such scenes, or if it is illegal to read this
where you live, then please look away now, and don't look back *insert
scary face* No, but seriously, how did you get this far and then think that
maybe this wasn't your cup of tea?

This story is my own work, and is not to be posted anywhere else (on the
internet, or otherwise) without my consent... *evils*

So, to commence with the reason you are actually here -- the story! I hope
to see you at the other side and hope that you will continue to read this
series as it progresses. I have several chapters already planned/written
and will try to update the story about twice a week (if you get more you'll
be lucky :P).

P.S. - Oh, and this chapter might seem a little slow, at first, but please
give the story a chance, as I want it to develop, and for the character's
to develop. This is NOT a one-and-done story, so it will be stretched out.

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Chapter One

"Aiden Jones, get your skinny little butt down here now!"

My mum could really scream the roof of off any building if she wanted. I
mean seriously, who needs a cock when you have a mother... No! I don't
mean one of them; I mean a rooster, a cockerel, a male chicken! Geez!

"Aiden, if I have to tell you one more time, God help you! You can't be late
for your first day back."

"Alright, alright...!" I call back, rolling over and onto my front in my
bed. "I'm coming!"

I haul myself out of my bed, dressed only in a pair of loose fitting boxers
that seem to have crawled up my arse during the night. I head over to my
dresser and look at the clothes my mum had me get ready the night
before, then chuck them on my bed ready to put on. But first thing's first:
shower.

The benefits of having an en-suite bedroom are countless for me. One - I
don't have the pain of having to wait for an hour before my mum is
finished in there. Two - I don't have the pain of having to wait an hour for
my brother to be finished in there. Three - no one has the pain of having
to wait an hour for me to finish in there! I could go on, but I'll stop.

Of course, I can't take an hour this morning, or the rooster will be trying to
de-roof the house, and every house in the street, again. Instead I just let
the soothing, warm water wake me up and then send my hands
caressing softly over my bare skin; down my chest, down my legs, my
back, my butt... Naughty!

Now clean and dressed, I sit at the breakfast table with my brother, he's
Harry by the way, and my younger sister, that's Isobelle (or Izzy, which
she prefers). It turns out that I am, in fact, no later than normal; my mum
was just stressing, one of her many 'endearing' qualities. Anyway, she is
happy now that I am all ready and getting stuck into a bowl of cereal with
a glass of orange juice to wash it down.

"Where's Daddy?" Izzy asks mum.

"He's had to go into work early today, dear," she replies. "You know he
gets very busy at this time of the year, and the guys at the office like him
to be in bright and early to make a good start."

Izzy looks disappointed, but she continues to eat her breakfast, albeit with
a frown on her face. I think she's closer to dad than me and Harry are, but
then it's easy to understand why, since we hardly ever see him. Not that
we see mum that much either to be honest; if she isn't out with her
girlfriends she will be having a meal with dad or something. And of
course, we can't be seen with them as we would only embarrass her
socially, or play up. Sensing a bit of resentment here? Hmm... thought so.
I mean, my parents aren't that bad, when they're around, but they rarely
are around.

Once I finish my breakfast I stack my empty bowl on the side and down
the rest of the orange juice. A quick glance at the clock and then I rush
upstairs to fetch my bag and make sure everything is packed and ready
for my first day of Year 8.

"Aiden, I didn't know you were half elephant. Did you get that from your
father or from me?" Mum shouts upstairs after me.

"I think that's definitely one of your genes, mum!" I call back, proud at the
speed of my reply. However, on my way back downstairs I make a point
of being less heavy footed than when I went up.

Harry is already waiting for me at the door when I am down there, a look
on his face that defines impatience.

"Okay mum, we're off now," he calls.

"Oh, Harry, before you go," mum starts. "You should know that I won't be
here when you get back, so I'll need you to pick your sister up from
school before you get home. I, Tilly and the girls are going shopping this
afternoon, so I won't be home until your father is in."

"Alright mum, will do."

With that, me and Harry leave the house and head down the front path
on the way to school. For brothers we get along quite well, I mean,
compared to some of my friends, we get along really well. I think it helps
that we have so much in common, whereas a lot of my friends have
nothing in common with their brothers.

On the way to school we pick up a few strays that decide to join our
gang. Firstly, Harry meets his girlfriend, Rachel, which leaves me as a bit
of an outsider for a while, but then I see Callum across the road and I run
over to meet him.

Callum is one of my closest friends. He and I went to the same Primary
School together since we were about 5 years old, so we have known
each other now for nearly eight years. All the girls love Callum, as he is
apparently really good looking (he has brown hair, like me, but he has
blue eyes and freckles across his nose and cheeks), but I think they also
like him because he is in the football team and plays lots of sports.

We then spot Dylan a little way ahead of us, walking with his brother and
his brother's friend. I haven't known Dylan for quite as long as I have
known Callum, but we're all still good friends.

"Hey, Dylan!" Me and Callum call. Dylan stops walking and turns around.

"Oh hey guys," Dylan begins. "I didn't notice you behind me."

At this point his brother, Reece, also stops walking with his friend, and
turns back to greet us.

"It's Reece's first day today," says Dylan. "So mum's made me walk him to
school."

"Oh right," I begin. "That kinda sucks, I suppose."

"Hey! Dylan loves me really!" Reece chirps in, throwing an arm around his
big brother's shoulder and flashing a cheeky 11 year-old grin.

Dylan just brushes his arm off his shoulder and tuts, "Yeah! You keep
thinking that, squirt!"

... and before long our little gang is at school.

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"Now, as always, discipline will remain a key element to the school's
success. Anyone caught in breach of the school's code of conduct will be
punished accordingly. I doubt any of you will need reminding of these
guidelines, but you'll find in your daily planners a list of what the school
deems unacceptable behaviour inside of lessons and outside of lessons.
Needless to say you will be asked to maintain a high level of
professionalism outside of lesson times as well as during your lessons..."

Assemblies are all the same. A long speech about what is expected and
then about half an hour of the teachers just repeating what has already
been said. Boring! I'm just grateful that we only have one a week, and
that one is never as long as the 'Welcome Back' assembly.

But that's one thing that is good about the first day back at school.
Despite all the rushing about in the morning, despite that feeling of dread
that fills your stomach and eats you up from the inside out, the first day
back is always off timetable, so that you have almost no proper lessons
for the whole day. And so after the all-too long-winded assembly we are
freed from the main theatre to go and eat lunch.

And that leads me to the next good thing about the first day back at
school: meeting friends that you haven't seen for the whole summer. I
have already seen Callum and Dylan, two of my closest friends, but
someone that I really look forward to seeing is Ben.

Once outside it didn't take me very long to spot him. His trademark
blonde hair, gelled into a line down the centre of his head to make a
Mohican, gave him away. That and his eyes - piercing blue, shining
through the crowds of people like cold, distant, azure suns. I worm my
way through the mass of students and give him an overzealous high-five
that leaves both our hands stinging and red.

"Hey dude!" I exclaim.

"Hi Aiden!" He replies. "How are you?"

We share a brief conversation, just catching up with each other after 6
weeks not seeing each other. Ben doesn't have many friends in school
that he can hang out with, and so I spend most of my free time at school
with him, but not because I feel I have to. Ben and I are probably closer
as friends than me and Callum. I don't know what it is exactly, it's hard to
pinpoint, but there's something that connects with me and Ben that just
seems to be missing with Callum and Dylan.

Whilst speaking with Ben, though, I notice something that I don't usually
see in him. His eyes were always like gems to me, they sparkled with life
and colour, but today, his blue orbs are somehow so devoid of life, and
there's a sadness behind them that I can't comprehend. I've seen it in him
before, but this time it seems real and dangerous. But at the very moment
I notice it, the sadness disappears and his usual mask returns.

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"Okay, class. Settle down, please," barks the teacher over the noise of the
kids as we enter the classroom. It's our last lesson of the day - our only
lesson of the day in fact, after lunch. However, it just happens to be Sex
Ed. As is our normal routine, Callum, Dylan and I head to the back of the
class and take our seats.

"Okay, well welcome back to school. I'm sure you're all totally enthused
and reinvigorated after the summer holidays."

The teacher is greeted with a chorus of tuts and sighs.

"I'll get straight to it then. What you'll be learning with me is the ins and
outs of sexual intercourse: what its purpose is, how it works, and the
dangers that can be there if you don't act responsibly."

I think I'll take a bit of time here to introduce our good friend Mr. George.
He's quite an elderly man, maybe in his late fifties, though it probably
doesn't help his case that he hasn't a single hair left on his head. Most of
us like him really though - he isn't really strict, as most older teachers
tend to be, though he does have this thing where he will clap his hands
together which makes the class jump out of their skin!

"So do any of you know what this is?" Mr. George holds up a condom
packet, takes one out and removes it from the packaging. I feel my own
face reddening, as do the faces of most of my classmates. We all know
what it is, but none of us make a move to explain to the class what it is.

"Oh come on! One of you must know. I don't believe for a minute that
none of you know what this is."

He's playing with it in his hands now, and I can't help but think it just a
little bit weird. Finally, though, someone in the corner of the room shouts
out what it is.

"Okay, that's right. But do we know what it is used for?"

The same person answers again, "It's to stop your girlfriend getting
pregnant, sir."

"That's right, James, but it also has another purpose. Condoms are not
only a form of contraception (that's a way of stopping the woman getting
pregnant), but they also stop you from getting sexually transmitted
diseases or infections. STDs."

The class continues in the same vain, and by the end of it I have seen
pictures of men's parts, pictures of girl's bits... but probably most
disturbing of all was the image of Mr. George putting the condom over a
plastic version of an erect penis! Terrifying. I think I am now scarred for
life.

Needless to say that when the bell rings we all jump up from our seats
eager to exit. I hastily gather my things and sling my bag over my
shoulder.

"I'll see you tomorrow then, Aiden," calls Callum as he heads out of the
door before me.

"Yeah sure thing," I answer.

"D'you wanna save me from my brother and his friend tomorrow?" Dylan
asks, waiting for me to be ready before leaving the classroom with me. "I
don't think I can stand walking with Year 7's for two days running."

I chuckle, "Yeah, I'll call for you in the morning. See ya then."

With the goodbyes said and now heading out of the school I look out for
Ben again, and am quickly presented with his pearly white grin as he
runs up behind me and taps me on the shoulder.

"Wow! Someone's in a good mood," I say.

"Yeah, well school's out. There's no need to be down," comes the reply.

"So how was school then?"

"Oh, you know. The usual," he starts. "I'm just glad it's over now."

"I know what you mean. I had ol' Georgie last - Sex Ed. Man! I don't think
I'm ever gonna look at my parents in the same way again!"

"Yikes, man! That's a bad start to the year. But, hey... I have an idea. You
know the team are playing at home this weekend," Ben says, referring to
the local football team who were playing this weekend. "Well, I was
wondering if you wanted to come see it with me. I think my mum can
spare the money, and if you want to you can spend the night on Friday,
so we can just go together."

"Ah cool. Yeah, I'd love to!" Real enthusiasm there.

By the time our conversation ends I realise I am standing outside his
house, and so we say our goodbyes, awkwardly waving each other off.  Then I
continue home, my stomach no longer filled with dread, but now a feeling of
butterflies fluttering inside as I look forward to Friday night and the
Saturday after. But mostly the Friday night!

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Okay then, thanks a lot for reading this chapter. I hope you all enjoyed
it, despite the lack of any 'action', but as I said I am going to promise
much more in the coming chapters and hopefully you'll enjoy that just as
much. I always welcome your comments, feedback, criticism or and
suggestions, though I do have a plan for the next few chapters and several
of them are already written and just waiting to be sent off. Send your
comments to jake.t-l@hotmail.co.uk and I will try to reply to each
one. Thanks again, and look out for more chapters coming soon!