Date: Tue, 7 Apr 2009 03:17:45 +1000 From: The Messenger Subject: Changes - Chapter One "Changes" - Chapter One DISCLAIMER: This work may contain written depictions of consensual sexual acts between males. If you are under-18 and/or are not authorised to read this material due to municipal, state, federal or other laws - please exit this page now. Works contained herein are the sole property of the author and may not be transmitted or reproduced in any shape or form without express permission from the author. Nifty Archive is granted publishing rights to the works for the purposes of displaying it on their website. This work may contain non-fictional events. Names and any other identifiable details have been altered to protect the anonymity of any characters portrayed within that may resemble a real person. This is my first ever story written around gay themes. I'd appreciate any comments you'd like to send my way! I will be sure to respond to all of you. :) Please send anything you have to say to: handofsorrow07@gmail.com Enjoy! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Let me start by introducing myself! I'm Dustin; 14 years old, spikey blonde hair, brown eyes, 50kg and about 5'6" with a fair complexion. I'm not the most outgoing of kids as I tend to take a shine to older people, but I'm not overly introverted either. I started my first day of high school today, not the most pleasant thing, really. Entirely new faces and surroundings - hooray for anxiety! My homeroom teacher is a scrag. Her name is Miss Henderson - short and fat with a hairstyle that kind of resembles a shriveled head of broccoli crossed with peroxide, but I won't tell her that... yet. She's constantly telling us how to better ourselves and we've only been at the place six hours. Obsessed much? I've always known I was different. I mean, this is coming from the kid who professed to his family at the age of seven that he thought Nick Carter was cute. Nick Carter being the lead singer of the Backstreet Boys, of course. I was never overly "masculine", either. Preferring to listen to Tina Arena rather than Metallica and watch the men's swimming on TV rather than the cricket; but who wouldn't, right? I've only REALLY known that I was attracted to guys for two years. It actually hit me one day in Primary School - I suddenly realised how cute the boy was sitting across from me - nothing ever became of it, but that was my first true realisation that I was, indeed, gay - having never really been attracted to females, save the childish schoolyard "crushes" that lasted all of forty-five minutes. Hooray for gash! ... or not. Anyway.. back to the present.. there's a guy in my class by the name of James. He's gorgeous - my age, about 5'9" with black hair, brown eyes and pale skin. I don't think he's gay or anything, but who knows? A guy I sat next to today, though, Clayton, is nothing short of an adonis. Spotless skin, blonde hair, soft blue eyes and the same height as me. Kind of an attention seeker - "emo" if you like - but so cute. I think he's gay, only because his mannerisms show that he's homophobic to the point where it's laughable - usually a sign of the typical closet case. I got to know him a bit during our classes together and he seems nice, a bit weird, but who isn't right? I should mention at this point that I have a condition known as Cerebral Palsy due to brain hemorrhages as a result of being born premature. It's not life threatening or anything - I use a wheelchair and crutches to move around and one of my arms doesn't work too well - but nothing I can't overcome. However, the way my parents act sometimes you'd think I had Huntington's disease or something. So anyway, I sat with Clayton during lunch time just chatting about nothing in particular when he said something that made my heart skip a beat - "Are you gay?", he said. I could tell that I was instantly starting to go red in the face so I cast my eyes to the floor. "Huh?", I replied, shocked by his ability to pick up on it so well. "What makes you say that?" "Oh nothing, just the way you present yourself, but it's okay - I'm only pretending to be homophobic around my mates because of the way they were brought up - if you are, it's ok with me!" The rest of the afternoon was a massive blur for me, Miss Tefani - who I called "Miss Stephanie" (giggle *eye roll*) was teaching us some crap about Egypt in Humanities, but I paid no attention - still mesmerised by Clayton's comment to me at lunchtime. I swear I saw Clayton glance at me a few times and maybe even smile, but I couldn't be sure. Finally the bell rang and Mum came to pick me up - one day down, I suppose! As soon as I got home, I realised something - something about Clayton that I would soon come to love. Something that would change me for the better, even if it takes what seems like a lifetime to happen... Author's note: Ok so that's it for the first chapter. I know there was no sex in this chapter - nor will there be for the first few. I don't plan to have this turn into a sex story, however that will feature as part of it in good time. I used this chapter to lay the foundations for what is to come. What did you think? Loved it? Hated it? Printed it out and used it as toilet paper? Let me know. All constructive comments welcome, however flames and other offensive mail will be marked as SPAM and ignored. Again, the address to e-mail is: handofsorrow07@gmail.com.