Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2010 19:56:58 -0700 (PDT) From: Cailen Vature Subject: Raven Chapter 6 PLEASE READ THESE DISCLAIMERS: This story is a very long work of gay erotic science fiction. There are some scenes of man on man action but it will not be a dominating factor in this story. So if you are looking for something to get off to you might as well turn around now. The names and places in this story are entirely fictitious, any relation to persons or events are entirely coincidental. HOWEVER: they are based off of real places and events to make the story seem more plausible. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, then please do the right thing... (Whatever that may be...) This story is copyrighted, ©2010. To me the author and it is therefore illegal to copy or use any part of this story without my written permission. Which leads me to: If you have any desire to get in contact with me for comments, directions to a good Beta, pictures, or music relating to the story, or for permission to use my story (for lord only knows what...) You may contact me at my email address: cailenauthor@yahoo.com Thank you: Cailen Chapter 6: The Swimming Tryouts (Part 1) Going back to school was different... The stares and whispers were very annoying but I managed to keep my head down and out of trouble. I was almost at home room when my heart leapt out of my chest and I stopped breathing. Standing a few lockers down from my own was Ian who was currently lip-locked with Amanda Bleakly. Amanda Bleakly was captain of varsity cheering squad and was in my personal opinion a total and complete bitch and now I'd have to go add her to my death list very much like the one from the movie `Kill Bill.' Amanda was very attractive for a girl, had the height the boobs and the `I'm a stupid blond' thing down perfectly, especially the last bit. Ian broke the kiss and gave her `that' smile. THAT WAS MY SMILE DAMNIT! I opened my locker and got my books and as I was closing it Ian gave me a glance and frowned. I was seething Mr. Blackwell welcomed me back which was nice and marked me down as present. I sat to the front of the room along the back wall and put my head down on my desk feigning sleep. "Are you alright?" a voice asked me. Of course it was Ian who somehow managed to take the seat next to mine "I'm fine" I said "You don't seem fine" Ian whispered back to me "There's nothing you can do Ian" I sighed "this is a me thing" Ian left me alone and I kept my had down for the rest of homeroom My next class was English with Mr. Driscoll who was a really cool guy. He was probably a little older than my dad and he was in the Marines so he was very tough, but a nice guy. He had a tough love attitude. He took my completed homework and I sat down and my eyes glazed over as he was speaking in front of the whole class. I kept replaying Ian's kiss with Amanda over and over in my mind and the more I did it the more my heart ached "Mr. Farrell!" I heard Mr. Driscoll yell. `oh shit' I thought I honestly had no idea how long I was out of it My head snapped out of my trance and looked at him "I'm sorry Mr. Driscoll" "Well why don't you tell us about what happens when Finny falls down the flight of stairs?" Mr. Driscoll asked me "He dies" I said not really understanding the question The classroom gasped and Mr. Driscoll looked at me funny. "And what happens in the pool?" Mr. Driscoll asked me "That's when Gene develops his passion to outperform Finny academically." "And what does gene steal from Finny in their room while he's away?" Mr. Driscoll asked "He wore his clothes" I answered Mr. Driscoll looked at me kind of funny "Alright Mr. Farrell go back to whatever it was you were doing I wish to speak to you after class" I nodded and zoned out again until the bell rang "I take it you've read the entire book front to cover already? Perhaps in a different class?" Mr. Driscoll asked "No I finished it the first night it was assigned, it's a good story I really empathize with Gene." I said "Well here are all the quizzes. I want you to sit here and take them before your next class and I'll write you a pass" Mr. Driscoll said handing me a stack of papers My next class was gym so I shrugged my shoulders and plowed through the quizzes and onto the last test that looked like a final. I finished in about twenty minutes and handed the papers back to him. Mr. Driscoll held a pen in his hand and scribbled notes on the top of each one and paused a moment on the last paper to read the short answer essays "Perfect score, you read it for sure and obviously have excellent memory retention... I'm impressed you can turn in your book and here take this..." Mr. Driscoll handed me our next book. "We do four books in this semester and you've completed the first one with a perfect score within the first three days of class, finish all of them and I'll probably end up having you grade everyone's papers, excellent job" he smiled at me as he wrote me a pass for gym. I thanked him and took the quizzes and stuffed them into my bag and headed off for gym. It seemed pointless because it was nearly over but I needed to turn in my pass anyways. Coach Erikson was indifferent and told me to head to lunch so I did. I opened the gym door and handing on the wall a large poster caught my eye. SWIM TEAM TRYOUTS If you are interested in trying out for this year's team be sure to sign your name below, if you were on the team you will still need to sign, and tryout for placement. Adam Brunelle Corey Vancil Colin Gallant Daniel Petrie Ian Holliday At the very sight of Corey's name my heart leapt into my chest. "I certainly hope you're not trying out for the team fag" a voice called I turned around to see a group of guys headed my way, Ian was with them "I wouldn't dream of stealing your Glory, Corey" I said doing my best to ignore him "Ah well a fag like you couldn't measure up anyhow" Corey said smirking "Interesting choice of words, as I recall it was you who didn't measure up and as most of the school is aware... I would know after all... of course" I smirked as Corey's face turned bright red a small voice in the back of my mind was yelling `This probably isn't a good idea...' I promptly told that voice to go fuck itself. Corey lunged at me and suddenly in my mind I was swimming and focused. That same chill returned and I felt cold all over. I saw Corey throwing the punch and I felt myself drop to the floor placing my palms down and curling my knees in and then as I felt myself flipping over I kicked my legs out hard and I felt my feet hit something solid. I got to my feet in a second and was in a defensive position. Corey was sitting on his butt on the floor wiping the side of his face where my feet must have connected. "You fucking faggot you kicked me..." "I did, didn't I?" I said mockingly "I'm going to fucking rip your balls off" Corey got up and rushed at me again I felt my brain become focused again and this time the chill seemed to focus around my mind and I watched in amazement as Corey seemed to slow down as if I were watching a slow motion video. I watched his muscles and skin ripple as he took each step and I watched him swing his arm and I simply stepped to the side and dodged his punch and aimed my own kick right above his knee. `Slow, cripple, destroy' I thought Time suddenly returned to normal and the chill left me. Corey's eyes watered as he held his leg and I stood back away from him as his group of friends backed away from me. "Don't ever try to touch me again" I said to Corey calmly... "I have no quarry with you, I consider us even." I turned and started walking away when I heard him "You better hope you sleep with your eyes open" Corey said and as an afterthought added "you disgusting queer" "See you at tryouts" I smiled at him as I took a moment to add my name to the list After lunch which was relatively uneventful even for me I managed to get through the rest of the day without thinking about Amanda and Ian and the swarms of ignorant masses didn't upset me as much as normal. Kicking Corey's ass did wonders for my self esteem. The final bell rang and I made my way over to the pool area for tryouts. There was an hour before the actual tryouts but there was an open practice so you could warm up if you chose to. I headed to the spectators area to see my competition. I managed to find a seat in the back and I pulled out my homework and started doing my math work. A few of the guys had come out of the locker room and had started to swim... I was suddenly surprised when I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up and caught eyes with a familiar face. "Coach Clarke" I said "I didn't know you taught here" "My second year" The coach said Coach Clarke was a two time Olympic Gold Medalist swimmer who taught me to swim and was my coach for many years. He had short blond hair and dark blue eyes and was dressed in swim trunks and a tee shirt. "Shouldn't you be down there with the other guys?" Clarke asked "I'm going to be honest I'm still a little afraid of the crowded locker room, I'll go down when it clears." "Dust, I've known you for a long time, I don't know what you're afraid of but you need to get over this fear whatever it is, I'll do anything for you" "I'll be down in a little bit" I promised "Dustin, I am probably one of the few people who know just what you are capable of, you are an amazing person, you just haven't come out of your shell yet, I don't know what I have to say to give you some confidence but you're the best student I've ever had alright?" "Thanks" I said completely embarrassed "I need to tell you something" "What's that?" Coach Clarke asked "I'm gay" "So?" Coach Clarke asked giving me a small smile of encouragement I loved this guy he always accepted me, even when I wanted to quit "It's part of the reason why I quit before" I said "You left because you kept having injuries..." Coach Clarke's face suddenly became hard and he eyes became like molten lava. He managed to growl out one word "Who?" I was in half a mind to not say anything but the look Coach was giving me sent chills down my spine. "Corey Vancil" I said quietly Coach Clarke seemed to deflate "Who's father gave us our five hundred thousand dollar program upgrade... of course" My heart sank "You sure do pick your enemies real good don't you?" he smiled at me "You have no idea..." I sighed "Well I'm going to head down and run the practice I'll expect you down for the time trials. I nodded and the coach turned and walked a few steps away and blew a whistle before climbing down to the pool area "Listen up, first order of business we're going to swim today" Coach Clarke said A few cheers were yelled "First we're going to do some speed laps so everyone up and out of the pool and into positions I glanced down and was suddenly glad I was up in the stands. Ian was just about the hottest thing I have ever seen. His body was absolutely perfect. His abs and chest were perfectly proportioned and judging from the Speedo he was hiding something nice and tasty... I snapped out of my thoughts and was working on my math homework when I heard some voices from below. Voices in the pool area echo terribly. "Hey Corey look the fag is up in the stands watching you" one of Corey's friends nudged him and pointed to me "Fucking faggot freak" Corey said "YOU TWO START SWIMMIMG NOW AND DON'T STOP!" Coach Clarke bellowed looking up to me "Coach" a tentative voice asked "Yes Mr...." "Holliday Sir" "Yes, Mr. Holliday?" "Is Dustin going to be joining us?" Ian asked "Yes he will when we get ready to do our trials" "He doesn't need to warm up?" Ian asked "Nope he's probably the best student I will ever have in my lifetime, and he won the state championships at the age of 9 and went on to win 2 gold and 1 silver in the US Youth Invitational. By Age 11 he won 6 and by twelve he probably could have taken them all" Coach Clarke said "I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD STOP" he said turning around Ian glanced up, it was hard to tell from the distance but I he was looking at me. `Why's he looking at me?' Ian jumped into the water "He's fast" I said out loud watching Ian swim but I noticed almost immediately... "No no no... your form is wrong" I muttered to myself. From this distance clear as day I could see the missed breaths and the impacts from his arms. I dropped my homework and rushed to the locker room and changed into my swim gear and made it out into the pool area. Coach Clarke blew a whistle and everyone got out of the pool. "We're going to do our timed runs now, everyone get into position" We all got up onto the diving platforms and I took a ready position "I've set the wall timers this is going to be a freestyle race in three parts the two swimmers with the lowest average times will be placed on our backup team... any questions?" "No sir!" I yelled feeling awkward I was the only one who said anything "Dustin here is aware that I do not ask redundant questions so if I ask a question I expect an answer... are there any questions?" "NO SIR!" was the chorused reply "Alright then... in 30 seconds" I watched the lights and then I heard the countdown and my mind were already focused for me. I felt the light change and soon I felt my body airborne and then crash into the water as it enveloped all around me as I hurtled myself through the water. My mind was entirely focused on my swimming and again I was at peace, I was free of all thoughts of Ian and Amanda and Corey they weren't here and I flew, pushing myself harder than I ever had before. I felt my feet perform my second turn and I felt myself coming into my final lap and I pushed myself harder than ever before and I felt my hand slam into the side of the pool. I looked up and saw Coach Clarke smiling at me I glanced to the paneled wall behind him and saw my name and 1:45:44 "Well Dustin you weren't to settle breaking the school record, the district, county or even the state you almost tied the American record for the 200m freestyle on your first cold attempt" Coach Clarke laughed I couldn't help but smile "Fucking fag..." "SHUT UP COREY!" I heard a voice yell "Yea you fucking shut your face you came in second to last!" another voice yelled I smiled harder if it was even possible