Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2007 06:38:35 EDT
From: Andichan@aol.com
Subject: Martyn

This is a true story so those who don't like or have issues with same sex
relationships should leave now before they get offended.

The issues contained within are to do with young boy's passion for each
other at school age. No adult interference is involved. Most of us have
been there and I'll be putting a page on 'Nifty' to hopefully iron out the
popular misconceptions regarding boy / man relationships.

I would like feedback, positive or negative.  andichan@aol.com

Ok. You've been warned.


				  Martyn


My name is Adrian. I'm a fifteen year old boy currently working towards my
'A' level exams at a boarding / day grammar school in Berkshire. (That's in
England, by the way!)

I'm 5 foot nine inches tall, slim built but I train so I'm reasonably
powerful and can take care of myself should the occasion arise, not that
I've had to prove anything as thank God, I'm popular with my class mates.

I have one major problem however. When I was at primary school, I guess I
was about nine or ten, I was set upon by a gang of boys who proceeded to
strip me naked and beat me up. Why? I don't know. One of the gang took pity
on me. Spilt lip and bruised from head to toe and crying my eyes out, he
tended to me after the others had split.

He was so gentle. He tended to my lip and talked to me and made sure my
journey home was safe and for the rest of my time at that school he was
always there for me.

I will never forget him. His name was Josh. His family name I never knew.

Josh. If you ever read this, I won't let you down and I really mean it when
I say that you were and still are a role model to me.

Grammar school and all it's horrors!

I was reasonably bright and I lived up to expectations academically. I was
absolulty determined that I should train some form of self defence given
that Josh was not around any more. I opted for karate as it dealt with, not
just self defence but attack as well and that appealed to me! I was really
good at it and within two and a half years I was black belt!

It was a little known fact as the school only recognised excellence in the
curriculum sports such as rugby, football, cricket, tennis, hockey etc,
etc. I wasn't bothered about that. Keep your head down and get the exams
and for my point, never get beaten up again.

The point of this rather boring preamble is that I found myself in a
situation that required the use of my new found skills.

I found myself wandering through the play ground after school had
finished. The sight that greeted me took me back years. A small boy,
probably in his first year at the school was surrounded by a group of boys,
maybe ten or twelve of them and they were giving this poor lad the works.

"Please leave me alone! Let me go! No not that, PLEASE!!"

One of the boys had taken his trousers down and with the help of the
others, holding him down, was trying to fuck his arse.

I went for the lot of them! I thrashed out. Kicking and slashing at their
bodies, knocking them to the ground one by one. Some crawling away
whimpering as they went.

"Get you for this, you gay boy lover! Fucking pervert!"

"Not if I find you first. Next time you want to get hard with someone, come
and find me you fucking wanker!"

I picked the boy up from the floor. "Come on mate! Get your trouser back
on. It's ok now. Come on?!"

"I'm ok. Leave me alone! I don't want your help! Just fuck off why don't
you!"

"Can't do that. Been there myself. Let me help you home at least!"

"I don't want your help. I can deal with this. It's my problem! Don't you
understand?!"

"Yeah! Fuck you! I understand! Don't you listen?! This happened to me when
I was younger! Shit I understand!"

The lad went limp. He stopped fighting. He looked at me with questions in
his eyes.

"You did?"

Yeah. I did."

"Oh. - well thanks then. I'm not sure, ---," He started crying again."

Putting my arm around him, I lead him to a quiet part of the play ground.

Just about everyone else had long since gone home and the space was ours. I
cautioned a question.

"Have they been troubling you for long mate?"

"Since I came here. They think I'm gay. They say I should have been a girl!
Why are they so horrible to me?"

"'Cos they're arseholes. That's why. If you don't fit into there mould,
they'll get to you 'cos you're an easy target, you know?"

"But I'm NOT gay! I just look it!"

Shhhh! Don't let it get to you! The more you shout about your sexuality,
the more they will pick on you! You are a very beautiful boy but it means
nothing. You are you and that is something you can't alter. Even if you
were gay. So fucking what? It's your life to live, not theirs!"

"Listen to me. I'M NOT GAY!!"

"Alright already! I'll come back home with you to make sure you're ok. You
want to talk to me? I'm in room 32 or around the place. Please let me help
you?"

"Ok. But I'm not gay. Understand?"

"Yup. I understand. Nor me. Just let me know if you have problems. Even if
you just want to talk, just come and find me, alright?"

"Thanks. You're nice! Thankyou for helping me back there."

"I'm me. Nothing more and your welcome. Promise me that you'll talk to me
more?"

"Promise I will!"

A grin spread across his face. He had such beautiful eyes! Oh shit! I
really like him!

I could understand why Marty, that was his name or rather Martyn as I was
to find out later, was perceived as being gay. He was as drop dead
beautiful as any girl I'd ever seen. Jet black hair cut 'bob' style, the
most amazing big blue eyes which contrasted in a confused sort of way with
his olive complexion.

He stood no more than four foot six in his socks and weighed in at about
five or six stone. ( Multiply by 14 to get pounds any American readers! )
The most fabulous ruby red lips, full enough to be very feminine and
perfect white teeth.

We talked a little on the short walk to his house. It turned out that his
mother was Samoan and his father was native English, blond and blue eyed
while his mother had the hair and complexion which he had inherited. I was
well disappointed to find out that he was an only child. Oh wow! If only he
had a sister!

We were met by his Mum.

"Marty. My life, not again! You've had more problems at school?"

Before Marty could answer she turned to me. "And what's your part in all of
this!? You one of them?! You been hurting my boy?!"

"Mum he's a good guy! Leave him alone! He came and scared them away and
walked home with me!"

"And I suppose you want paying for your help, huh?"

I was gob-smacked. "I only did what any reasonable person would do. I don't
want money. Marty is a great kid and I just had to help him. Sorry you
should think that everyone at that school is bad. Some of us are ok. I've
made a promise to him to be there for him if he needs help. No one should
go through that. I'd better go now. I board at school and someone will
notice I'm gone."

Marty's mother calmed down some. "I'm sorry for my attitude young man.
Thank you for your help. He's all I have and I want him to have friends
but,-- it seems so difficult for him. You go now. Thankyou again. Come back
when you can and have some food with us."

"I would love that!" I replied. "I'll arrange a pass out and then I won't
get into trouble." I looked at Marty. He was smiling the perfect smile!

"Please do that? Your room is 32, is that right?"

"Yes it is mate! Visit any time!"

I walked back to school and all I could think about was Marty, his mother
and the enormous house that they lived in but most of all was Marty. I
wanted him to call in on me so much! Oh God! Why does he plague my mind?

Two days drifted past and Marty was a no show. Maybe, I thought, things are
settling down for him and he doesn't need me. Oh well!

Day three at five in the evening I got a bang on the door. Marty was
outside and my heart jumped! "You little squirt! I thought you didn't want
to meet up with me! Come on in! How's it going? Sit yourself down!"

Marty flopped out on my bed. "It's ok. You put the fear of shit up the ones
who were trying to um, fuck me?"

Marty looked at the floor and then at me. "They just look at me and make
gestures with their hands. I know what they mean. I'm not stupid. I look
like a girl and they want to have me. If that is going to happen it will be
in my time and at my request. Not theirs!"

"Marty you don't even have to think that way! It's not like you have to do
anything! Just be yourself!"

"You said I was beautiful didn't you. Why did you say that to me?"

"Oh fuck Marty! Do you want the truth or the politically correct answer to
that?"

"I want you to tell me the truth you wanker! I'm more than just pissed off
with half truths and platitudes. Tell me!"

Marty was steaming with anger. Oh fuck. I've got to tell him.

"I told you that I thought you were beautiful 'cos you are. I mean just so
perfect in every way. Your hair, your eyes, your skin, your build, you are
the perfect person!"

"The perfect person. Not the perfect boy or the perfect girl? Just the
perfect person! What's that supposed to mean?!"

"It means I think you are the most fab person I've ever seen!"

 Oh SHIT!! I just told him!!! That wasn't supposed to happen!!

"The most fab person you've ever seen. And that means?" Marty was not best
impressed with my reply.

"You are so fucking beautiful Marty! Look when I took you back to your
house, I was well disappointed that you didn't have a sister hoping she'd
be as fantastic looking as you. I can't get you out of my fucking mind! I'm
not gay but for all the world I'm..... God give me a break!!"

My mind was swimming. I'd just blown out any chance of friendship with the
one person I wanted to be with, but why did I want his company so much?

"For all the world what? Maybe God will give you a break? Talk to me!"

"Can't get you out of my mind, damn it! Jesus. I want to be with you...I
bloody fancy you...I don't know what's happening here and I'm confused!
There... I've told you! Now go tell everyone and wreck my life."

"Shit!

I wondered but I wasn't sure!" Marty went silent for a moment.

"Is that why you helped me out in the playground that time? 'Cos you
fancied me?"

I blushed a deep crimson!

"Never met you before and like I said to your mum, I just did what I
thought was right. I've seen you around since and well! Oh bollocks I've
made a complete tit of myself and it will be about the school faster than
fuck!"

I was a dead man. I'd fallen straight into a trap of my own making. What
now? Life was in slow motion.

Marty broke the impasse. Rising from the bed, he came over and planted a
kiss square on my lips.

"Thankyou for being so truthful with me! I don't hate you but in fact I
will come to visit you more as my circumstances allow. You are also nice,
and I didn't tell you the whole truth about my sexuality!"

Marty left my room with a flash of that smile that will live in my heart
forever!



( I hope it makes an enjoyable read and feedback to andichan@aol.com would
be nice. Japanese readers will understand the meaning of my email address!
I reply to all feedback, good or bad. Thanks.)

This part one. Other chapters will be posted soon. Thankyou all for taking
the time to read this.

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