Something True : Part 1

Note : This story is completely fictional!

A sudden slip of the tongue can have bad or good repercussions. In my case it ended up being bad, well at that point it was. I have known that I am gay since I first jacked off. Since then I have told an elaborate web of lies to excuse my lack of sexual interest. I have been told that I am good looking and well hung. One day, a year ago in Year Eleven; a sudden slip of the tongue caused a major catastrophe. I accidently let it slip that that I wanked over men; this was to my supposed best mate! That mate kept the secret for about ten minutes and then told someone, by the end of the day everybody in the grade knew!

Over the next two months I was constantly called up to the office to be reprimanded for participating in fights. I had told the office the reason why I was fighting all these people but they did nothing. Then finally, I had been in one too many fights and my enrolment was cancelled. During the rest of the year I did not attend school as I felt that I didn’t belong there at all. My parents constantly bombarded me about not going to school, they put school applications in for me, but I refused to go to any. I changed my whole outlook on life; I hated life because life hated me.

The next year just before winter started my mother flew over to America. I asked them why she was going and nobody else and all they gave me was that my mother was going to America for three weeks. They wouldn’t tell me anything this infuriated me to no end. My mother went to America for three weeks and came back, she told us of how great it was and all the things that she did.

A week after my mother had gotten back from America was when all the wheels started to turn in motion. My mother had never gone to America for a vacation; she had gone there to look at schools for me! I hated them for the deceit.
“Storm you cannot go without an education. These schools are more suited to your needs than the schools that are here in Australia.” My father told me
“Well I don’t want to go school anymore. I hate school in general.” I told them
“So Storm what are you going to do now? Are you going to get a job? Because if you don’t get a full-time job soon, you are going to be out of this house so fast your head will spin. GET IT!” My father threw the ball back into my court
“Fine”
“You’ll go to one of these schools then?” My mother asked, sounding hopeful. I scoffed at this.
“No. I’ll get a full-time job.”
So the next day I went job searching, but no matter how hard I looked I couldn’t get hired. Everybody wanted someone who had a Senior Certificate and I didn’t have one. After two months of fruitless searching I finally succumbed to my parents wishes. These schools that my mother had gone to were just for men, gay men. This didn’t excite me; I just went along because I had no other choice. I looked at the schools, there was only one that caught my attention, and it was in Boston.

My parents contacted the school and we were told to get to America and come for an interview with the Headmaster. The schools over in America were still on their summer break, this saved eyes staring at me as I walked through the halls of my new prison. The Headmaster was nice enough and handsome to boot. The school catered for the individual needs of each of the students. The school itself was only small with about one hundred or so students. It was explained to me and my parents that I would be in the junior year since I had missed out on the majority of Year Eleven back in Australia. The headmaster suggested to me that I do some reading on areas which I had no knowledge about so that I wasn’t too far behind the rest of the students.

I was to be a boarder for the next two years at my new prison, I only put up with this thought because there was no other choice for me. For a little over a month I was housed in a room at a motel at the expense of the school. My parents had gone back to Australia once the paper had been signed and the money had exchanged hands. I was given books on American history and other subjects that I needed to know to start the New Year.

A week before the new school year started the school partially opened to allow students to explore the school and to settle in for another year. I was moved into a room, the room had another double bed, two desks and a walk in wardrobe. I grabbed a bed and put my clothes in the wardrobe and all my books on my desk. For a few days I kept to my room and read books, I didn’t want to face the crowd just yet. Three days before school was supposed to start my dorm room door opened up and in walked a tall boy about my age, 17 or so. He and I were about the same height, about six foot three inches. In those respects we were identical but in others were so different. He obviously played some contact sport because he was broad shouldered and well muscled, me on the other hand I enjoyed swimming, I was lean and toned. My black hair and storm green eyes contrasted against his sandy blonde hair and water-washed blue eyes.

He wore a look of surprise on his face when he saw me. Once the shock wore off he smiled, his smile was so perfect, and it lit up his entire face including his eyes. My heart raced as he smiled at me. He held out his hand to shake my hand. I grabbed it and shook his hand, his shake was strong, yet his skin was smooth and supple.
“How are you? My name is Michael.” His voice was amazingly soft and tender; I managed to find mine to reply
“I’m great thanks. My name is Storm. Pleasure to meet you.”
He waved it off, this caught me by surprise, and it was just so disarming. He dumped his stuff on his desk and sat down on his bed. He looked at me with those eyes of his; it felt as if he was staring right into my soul. He smiled again and said
“You know Storm from what I hear you have been causing a buzz around the school.”

I put down my book and looked at him in the eyes.
“How’s that?”
“Well from what I have heard, you have not been out of this room except for dinner, to shower and go to the toilet and you haven’t spoken a word. Everybody wants to know about you. You’re the new kid on the block. So?”
“You know how to make someone feel comfortable in a new environment don’t you?”
“I like the facts and I don’t like to beat around the bush. From your accent I’d say that you’re and Australian. Is that correct?”
“Yeah I came from Australia.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“Come on, where in Australia did you come from? What did you do over there? How come you’re here in America? What are you interested in? What Bands or Artists do you listen to?”
“That’s for me to know and for you and the rest of the school to find out.” I winked at him. At this he laughed, his laugh took me off guard, and it was filled with good humour.
“Then I shall endeavour to know all about you by the end of this semester.”
“So what about you Michael? Will you tell me about yourself?”
“Well myself, I come from Montreal Canada.”
“Anything else?” I asked him
“That’s for me to know and for you to find out.” He said slyly. I shrugged and said
“What goes around comes around, I guess, I should’ve seen that one coming.”
“Yes you should have.” At this he chuckled “Do you feel up to helping your roomie unpack his bags?”
“Why not”

So we unpacked his bags. We put his clothes in the wardrobe and his books on the desk. The last bag to be unpacked had a variety of things that shocked me. In that bag there were condoms, lubricant, gay porn magazines and videos, and then there were sex toys. Michael had several fake cocks varying in size and other assortment of pleasurable toys. He didn’t try to hide them or anything. They went into the top draw of his bedside drawers. When all of Michael’s things were packed away he pulled out his towel and toiletries and asked
“Coming for a shower?”

I looked at the clock and realised that it was seven o’clock. I grabbed my towel and toiletries and followed him to the bathroom. Each floor shared a bathroom and on each floor there were just four rooms. So there were eight of us that shared a bathroom. When we walked in there was no one else in there, which was a good thing, I still wasn’t used to sharing a shower so publicly with other guys. There were no walls between the showerheads, there were eight showerheads lined along the wall. There were eight basins and they had mirrors above the basins. In the middle of the bathroom there were varnished timber benches to place our stuff on while we showered.

Michael threw his stuff onto the bench and started to strip off his clothes. I started to blush deeply at his lack of modesty. He looked over and stopped undressing when he saw the colour of my face.
“What have you never seen a guy undress before?”
“Well I’m new to the whole gay thing; it came out last year at my old school. I left the school and I never went back. I haven’t had to face that part of me for over year now.”
“Well you’re going to have to face that fact now because if you haven’t realised you are in a gay school Storm.”
“I know it didn’t sink in until just then when you were just undressing yourself.”
“Come on I’ll help you now.”
“How?”
“Get undressed firstly then we’ll move on from there.”
“What are you planning...?”
“Just get undressed; trust me, you’re in good hands.”
I slowly started to take my clothes off, I halted every now and then, but Michael's soft words of encouragement coaxed me to finally stand there in front of him fully naked.
“What they say is true” Michael commented
“What’s that?”
“Australians are well endowed in the lower departments.”
At this comment I blushed a deep crimson, Michael noticed my uncomfortable fidgeting from his interest. He covered it up with a chuckle and wave of his hand. This relaxed me little.
“Now Storm I want you to pull down my jock strap.”
“What?”
“I said that I wanted you...”
“I heard what you said. I just cannot believe that you want to take it that far when you know that I don’t feel comfortable yet.”
“By doing this Storm you face that uncomfortable feeling and you start to embrace who you truly are. So do you trust me enough Storm, to help you?”
I bowed my head and mumbled
“I trust you”
“There we go Storm; you are well on your way to embracing your true self. Now pull down my jock strap. When you have done that I want you to smell my crotch.”