Date: Sun, 8 Aug 2021 17:34:51 +0200
From: John Doe <mysubmissionemail48@gmail.com>
Subject: Supernatural Chapter 1 (Revised)

Supernatural

The following is a work of fiction loosely based on real life. Any
similarities to anyone are purely coincidental. The story is intended for a
mature audience.  This story depicts supernatural creatures, such as
Vampires and Faeries.

This story is a reupload; now split up into smaller, more followable
chapters. I took a small sabbatical from writing; but I'm back, stronger
than ever.

This is my first story; I hope that you enjoy it.

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Dylan -- 16 years old.

Conor - 123 years' old (17 years' old)

Jack -- 16 years' old Luke -- 17 years' old Nathan -- 15 years' old

Dylan, is an orphan with a scholarship. He arrives in grade 10, halfway
through the year, hoping for a new life and a fresh start. However, after
he arrives, he realizes not everything was as it seems -- as he encounters
someone... supernatural. Thereafter, his life is changed forever.

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CHAPTER 1

Dylan struggled to believe he'd managed to get the opportunity. So much so,
that he could barely contain his excitement. A fully paid swimming
scholarship, to a top-end boarding school. It was almost too good to be
true.

Life in foster homes had been turbulent; since his parents died 7 years
prior. His experience wasn't pleasant. He'd never been able to call
something his home, and he never thought he'd be able to remove himself
from the system. But now, he found himself in a new environment - if there
was anything that could be considered a fresh start, it was this.

As they drove down the long, windy driveway, it was natural that Dylan
swallowed hard in nervousness. He brushed his blonde hair out his
eyes. He'd been before - for his interview and a small orientation day,
when none of the other boys were there. Now, it was the Sunday before the
start of term.

The sun was almost set. He felt so nervous as the deputy head, who'd driven
to pick him up from his city nearly an hour and a half away, parked in
front of the spectacular main entrance of the colossal, old school.
Mrs. Fleury had done a good job of calming his nerves on the way there. She
smiled at him as he climbed out of the car.  He watched the large building
loom in front of him as he pulled his bags from the trunk.

A prefect emerged from the entrance; a big guy with pimples. He introduced
himself as Henry with much less than a small nod. He grabbed one of Dylan's
luggage bags.

"You'll be fine, Dylan," he heard Mrs. Fleury say. "Just be
yourself. You'll do great," she added.

Dylan nodded in response. "I will. Thank you, ma'am," he said nervously.

Henry escorted him around the large Victorian architecture that was
St. Nicholas School - down a side path towards the dormitories. It was a
beautiful school premises with gardens and old architecture; and a massive
forest spanned for miles all around it. The dorms were close by; across a
courtyard and some gardens. Near the edge of the premises, three separate
3-story buildings, separated by another courtyard between them, awaited.

The buildings houses on the left and right were Lance House, and Shield
House -- but Henry led him into the center dorm -- Sabre House. Walking
into the 3 story building he heard activity throughout. Heads turned his
way as they walked through the entrance foyer up the stairs. Dylan tried
his best not to make eye contact with anyone. His nerves were killing him
already.

On the first floor, down the hall, to the 10th grade dorms. His room was
the 4th on the left; a room with 5 others in it. Dylan found himself
slightly Frozen at the entrance for a few seconds, as the others turned
their heads to look at him. Socializing wasn't his strong suit.

He felt even more awkward as Henry silently put down his bag, before he
turned and disappeared. Dylan found himself motionless... if it wasn't for
a tall, skinny, brown haired boy quickly came forward with his hand
outstretched.

"I'm Jack." He said cheerfully. Dylan smiled thankfully, shaking his
hand. They were soft; he felt a sense of comfort in him.

"Hey, I'm Dylan." He said. Jack smiled as he nodded. The interaction led
the other 4 to come forward. A fist bump each. Tristan, Myles, Jarrod.
Mason. Dylan knew he'd probably forget their names. All but Jack's. The
tall boy had a smile that made Dylan feel a little fuzzy inside.

The dorm room was split into 3 cubicles, with two beds each. Jack stayed in
the bed next door to him, sharing his cubicle. Dylan felt almost instant
relief as he put his bags down, looking around the room. His other
roommates continued with their own activities.

"Welcome to hell," Jack said jokingly, sitting on his bed. "Nah,
Jokes. It's cool that you're here," Jack told him. "I've been alone in this
cubicle because my old roommate got sick and dropped out," he said. "It's
not so bad here. Some people make it out to be pretty shit but... I like it
here."

"I hope so," Dylan said. "Sure is better than where I lived already, that's
for sure." He said, as he started packing his clothes into his designated
cupboard next to his bed.

After they'd unpacked, it was Sunday dinner, 6pm. The small bell sounded,
and the dorms stirred to life as they piled towards the dining hall - Dylan
stuck to Jack's side. He felt nervous - he felt eyes on him as they walked.
He didn't know what to think of it. If it wasn't for Jack, he didn't know
how he'd feel, being completely alone. He'd known him for less than 30
minutes, but Jack seemed to have taken him on - he could only be grateful.

The dining room was a warm open room with long tables splitting the grades;
Jack led him to their 10 grade table, and sat next to a couple others in
their year. He let Jack do the talking; his eyes darted around the room,
observing the faces around him. His eyes scanned the crowds of boys.
Interesting faces, younger and older. Then... his eyes found another; that
was staring right at him from the grade 12 table.

He lounged easily. A pretty face, skinny body, ginger hair. Their eyes
locked; for a couple of seconds Dylan found himself lost in them -- they
were bright blue eyes... visible from across the room. He was...
mesmerizing. Dylan noticed his flawless skin as he blinked in surprise.

Then the boy smiled at him. Dylan got tingles in his stomach; he couldn't
help but smile back, before he looked away; too nervous to look back. But
he felt his eyes on him.

Why was he looking at him? What did he want? That smile... surely he
wasn't... no, he couldn't be. Dylan found himself swallowing. Curse these
thoughts that haunted him. He knew it would be a problem, coming to an all
boy school. He was only just coming to terms with his sexuality. Being
bisexual wasn't as easy as people thought.

And there were so many pretty boys around him. He didn't know how he'd be
able to cope. But surely the ginger boy wasn't... interested? He gazed
backwards, but the Ginger Boy wasn't sitting there anymore. He didn't try
to look around to find him.

The thought played in his mind as they waited for the older grades to grab
food, before they were called themselves. As he waited in the line behind
Jack, he felt eyes on him again. He looked around; he noticed a couple
heads looking away. But he'd seen them. He sighed. He was the new kid,
after all. Finally getting food, he ate slowly - the meal seemed to take
ages. Dylan still felt eyes on him, but now he didn't dare look around.

After the meal they headed back to the dorm; here, Dylan pulled on his
sleeping boxers. Dylan's eyes noticed some of the guys pull off their tops
and pants and grab towels; heading for showers. Dylan swallowed; he knew
he'd have to go and shower eventually. He didn't know what that experience
would be like.

Jack didn't go shower; but when he pulled everything off to his briefs,
Dylan realized he was insanely skinny - but he didn't seem to care. He was
cute, too. And Dylan could just make out the shape of his dick through his
briefs; but he didn't want to stare, in case Jack noticed him. That would
be awkward.

For the rest of the evening, Jack sat cross legged on Dylan's bed, chatting
softly. Jack told him about his interests; Anime and Running. Dylan told
him his own. He felt himself become more comfortable with his environment;
it would take a little. But at least Jack helped a lot.

Dylan was almost surprised when Lights out was called at 9pm. There was
gentle ruffling and chatter for a little longer, before the dorms fell into
silence.

But Dylan struggled to sleep. Soon, it was way past lights out and he was
still wide awake, staring at the ceiling. There was soft breathing and the
sound of the trees rustling outside. He was stuck in his own head - this
new place, these new faces. And pretty faces, too. Such pretty faces...
that 12th grader, the ginger boy, his face etched in his mind. Jack, too.

Dylan sighed; his dick was hard as a rock, as usual at this time. Most of
all, he wanted to take a wank. He hadn't taken one for a few days, and it
was really adding up. It was probably why he struggled a bit with his
hormones that day. But he was so scared he'd wake up someone; so he didn't
dare.

Then it was around midnight when he heard it. A small, soft moan;
coming... from Jack. Dylan froze; slowly, turning his head so as to not be
heard, he saw the blanket move up and down near Jack's crotch. His new
friend was doing it. He was wanking.

Dylan's eyes were glued. He couldn't look away. His dick started to throb
almost painfully now. Jacks eyes were closed and blissful, facing the
ceiling. After a couple of minutes, Jack let out a sigh that told Dylan
he'd cum. But then... he couldn't believe his eyes when Jack brought his
hand back out of the covers... and lightly sucked on his own fingers.
Dylan's heart almost exploded when he realized what he was doing. He
was... eating his cum.

Jack finished, and rolled over and went to sleep. Dylan's dick stayed as
hard as ever; and there was no chance he was sleeping now. He waited a
little, until he heard the soft snoring of his cubicle mate, before he got
up and headed towards the bathroom. He needed to sort out his problem now.

The halls were quiet. Thankfully the light from the bathroom illuminated
down the hall. He didn't have to worry about someone coming out suddenly
and seeing his boner protruding from his boxers. He was as quiet as
possible as he entered the bathrooms and moved towards the cubicles... but
froze as he heard a sound. He blinked. He heard... heavy breathing. Coming
from a cubicle, closed and locked. Was someone else in here taking a wank?

The curiosity took over. First Jack, now this. Did none of the guys
actually give a damn? Then... he heard a hard swallow, followed by a small
soft moan. Now his curiosity took over. It was almost like his legs got a
mind of their own. He quietly moved to the cubicle next door, closed and
locked it completely silently. He slowly and gently climbed onto the toilet
as he became aware of the heavy breathing, and as his heart raced, he
peeked over. His heart almost exploded.

Two boys were in the cubicle. The first... was the ginger boy. The 12th
grader, from the dining hall, that had completely mesmerized him. So close
that Dylan could make out his skinny, smooth, freckle covered body. He sat
on the toilet, completely naked. The second boy was a brown haired kid,
with a couple of freckles on his shoulders and skin - definitely a little
older than Dylan, who knelt in front of him, and sensually and slowly
sucked the ginger's dick.

Dylan could hear the suction as he serviced the ginger boy; He was so much
more beautiful up close than Dylan had realized. He had a hand in the brown
haired boy's hair, scratching it softly. The brunette boy was in his
briefs, but they were pulled over his own dick which he wanked furiously as
he sucked.

They didn't see him. If they looked up at all they would - but they were
very occupied with what they were doing. Dylan watched the brunette boy
move up and down the ginger boy's dick with care - knew what he was doing.

He came off, giving Dylan a clear view of the ginger's throbbing
circumcised dick, standing around 6 or 7 inches, underneath a base of
ginger pubes. He could also see the brunette boy's pretty face as he gently
wanked it a little while he caught his breath, before he went down and
sucked again.

Dylan couldn't help himself. His hand was in his boxers; he pulled his
foreskin down and gently rubbed his dickhead that was covered in
pre-cum. He was so quiet as he felt pleasure shoot through his body. He
couldn't believe what he was witnessing.

Then, he heard the ginger boy grunt and whisper. "I'm cumming...". The
brunette boy came off, and Dylan's eyes widened as he watched the ginger's
dick pulse as he pumped 5 strands of cum onto his chest and stomach. The
site was so hot Dylan almost passed out.

The brunette boy kept wanking - much to Dylan's surprise, he leant forward,
and started licking the Ginger's cum up; starting at his chest, lapping
slowly as he moved down his stomach and finally, to the gingers his
deflating dick, as the ginger breathed in satisfaction. A couple seconds
later, he groaned softly and shot a few strands of cum onto the floor in
front of him.

Dylan quietly lowered himself back down. The image was burned into his
head, and probably would be forever. He heard them clean up, unlock the
cubicle and leave, leaving Dylan alone.

Dylan pulled his Briefs to his ankles. His uncircumcised dick throbbed
hard, pointing straight to the sky. Dylan jacked off hard, with the image
of what he just witnessed burned into his head. Not even a minute later, he
squirted his thick cum onto the toilet bowl as his body shook with
pleasure. He sat in awe for a few seconds. He couldn't believe what he'd
just witnessed. Maybe this school wouldn't be too bad after all.

***