Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2013 10:49:52 -0500
From: Chuck S <ascouter4@gmail.com>
Subject: The Academy in the Forest - 1

The Academy in the Forest
By: Chuck S

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real places or persons
is simply a coincidence. The following story will contain gay relationships
and sex. If it is illegal for you to view this, or you are not of age,
please stop here.

Please feel free to email comments and suggestions to me at
ascouter4@gmail.com

Chapter 1 – The Big Move

"Timothy, why aren't you in class young man?" Mr. Tovar asked with a stern
look on his face after following me into the restroom. What he hadn't seen
were the tears streaking down my face as I raced to find somewhere to hide
and pull myself together. I should have been in class as the tardy bell had
rung about five minutes or so ago, but after what had just happened, I
couldn't face going to a classroom full of other kids.

Mr. Tovar wasn't one of my teachers, but unfortunately every teacher in
this school knows who I am because my dad is a teacher here as well, which
can be both a good thing and a bad thing. If I ever got into trouble, my
parent was just a hallway or two away, no need for a phone call. I try my
best to lay low and stay out of trouble, but trouble has a way of finding
me.

Maybe I should tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Tim, which is
short for Timothy as Mr. Tovar was only so happy to point out. I don't know
about you, but I don't know many kids that go by a name as long as Timothy
after about the age of eight. I am fifteen years old, and a sophomore in a
small high school in Virginia. If I had to describe myself, I would say
that I am more of a nerdy type, and a bit of a loaner. I'm 5'4" tall,
making me just short of average for my age. I have dark brown hair that as
it gets longer really starts to curl, and becomes impossible to do much of
anything with. There are a few freckles dotting my face here and there. I
have hazel eyes that change color. One day they may be a golden brown with
a small ring of green on the outside, other days they could be the deepest
shade of green. Girls always told me that I had pretty eyes. Which bring me
to the next thing, I'm gay. Not openly, but being a bit on the scrawny side
and being a loner will get you made fun of, and that seems to happen to me
a lot. I'm on the thinner side, but have decent pecks, and the start of a
six pack. I certainly wouldn't call myself a jock though. Most of the time
if someone calls me a fag I can brush it off, and its no big deal, but what
happened today was different.

I turned to face Mr. Tovar when he saw that I was crying. The stern look on
his face vanished instantly and was replaced with one of concern.

"What happened Tim?" he asked. I shook my head no, trying hard not to cry
any more than I was. "Okay, you don't have to tell me if you don't want
to. Why don't we go to the office where you can sit down and be more
comfortable than trying to hide in the restroom okay?"

I nodded and followed him out of the restroom and to the office. He lead me
in to the conference room and closed the door. I sat down on one of the
chairs at the large oval table. Despite being upset, I couldn't help but
notice that the chair was lumpy and rather uncomfortable. How could anyone
sit through an hour long meeting in a chair like this I wondered. Mr. Tovar
closed the door behind him and sat next to me at the table in silence. It
had only been a couple of minutes when the door opened again, and my dad
walked in.

"Tim, what happened? Are you okay?" he asked.

I sniffed a bit and told him "I'll be fine" still trying not to cry. I
think he could tell because he sat next to me on the side opposite
Mr. Tovar. As my dad sat down, Mr. Tovar explained where he had found me
then stood and left the room, leaving us alone.

"Okay, we both know that I wont leave until I find out what's going on. The
secretary called me out of class saying that Mr. Tovar had brought you in
and that you looked upset. Please tell me what's wrong."

"Just some bullies dad, that's all."

I tried to tell him as little as possible because I know how he reacts to
this sort of thing. The look on his face told me that he wasn't buying it
and that I'd have to tell him the whole story.

"At lunch, I was sitting against the wall eating by myself. Some guys
walked by and called me a faggot. Then as I got up to throw my trash away
before heading to class, the same guys came up and pulled my pants down,
but they pulled my boxers down to, in front of everyone. They laughed and
called me a fag, and everyone around me was laughing and pointing at me. I
started crying which only made it worse, so I ran away to the restroom to
hide, where Mr. Tovar found me."

I finished telling him the story, and tears began to flow freely down my
face again.

My father frowned as I told him the story. While I know that I'm gay, I
haven't told my parents or anyone for that matter yet. I try my best not to
do anything to be labeled as gay, though in the locker room during PE I do
sneak a few peaks.

"Tim, I know that you get made fun of here on a daily basis, but this is
the third time so far this month that something more than name calling has
happened where I have had to come see you here. I can tell that you aren't
happy. Your mother and I have discussed the fact that you are being bullied
and made fun of here at length and have decided that its time we did
something about it. I have applied for a teaching position at a prestigious
school in Oregon. It is an all boys school, and they have absolutely zero
tolerance for bullying there. They offered me a position, and I would be
making more money there, and as a perk, tuition for you is free. I know
that this is a lot to take in but we think it is what will be best. Your
mother was able to find a job at a local Dr.'s office near the school.
Since she is an RN and they are in high demand, it was no problem for her
to find a place."

I was in shock! This wasn't a change, this was uprooting everything I had
known and moving all the way across the country to an all boys school. Boys
are the ones who make fun of me, where girls seem to care less. On top of
that, my parents had this all planned and hadn't mentioned a word of it to
me until now. I may be a loaner, but I did have a few good friends that I
cared about and wouldn't want to leave behind. My mind was racing a mile a
minute and I just didn't know what to say to this news. Since I didn't say
anything, my dad would.

"I know this is sudden. Your mother and I were going to tell you next week
about the move, but given the circumstances, I felt it was time to make
some changes. Another thing about this school, is that it is a boarding
school. You will have to live in the dorms, you can see me every day, and
come home on the weekends if you want. I would have given you the option to
board or stay at home since it will be close to the school, but the school
requires the students to stay in the dorms."

As he finished telling me more about the school, I felt that it had gone
from bad to worse. Not only were we moving, but I would have to live at
school. I stood, and walked to the window and stared outside. It was the
middle of the semester, so moving to a new school would be more awkward
than normal. While I didn't enjoy the name calling and bullying, I had to
admit that the thought of a new start was appealing. My dad stood and
walked up to me, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Tim, I'm sorry that we didn't talk to you about this before making the
decision to move. You will just have to trust that we are doing what we
think is best for you. We love you and want you to know that nothing would
change that. If there is anything you ever want to tell us, please know
that we are happy to listen, and will support you in anything you want to
do." He finished by giving my shoulder a slight squeeze. I turned to look
at him, then gave him a hug. It sounded like he was hinting at something to
me, but no way was I ready to come out to my parents.

"Dad, I know you care about me and want what's best for me, but moving that
far away from my friends and everything I've known here won't be easy."

"I know that Tim, but with today's technology you can text them, and even
video chat with them in your spare time. I have a feeling though, that you
will love this new school, and be able to make many new friends there.
Today will be your last day at school here, we have a week to get packed
and be on the road. Feel free to spend time with your friends and tell them
goodbye before we go. I know moving isn't easy, especially at your age, but
please trust us."

"I do trust you Dad." I said with a tear in my eye. I had finally stopped
crying. Are all boys this emotional or just the gay ones? We left the
office, my dad having signed me out of school for the day, and arranging a
substitute for himself. We arrived at home to find my mom waiting.
Apparently she had been filled in on the events of the day and gave me a
big hug as we walked up. Being the teen that I am, I complained that
someone might see her hugging me in the front yard, and that was not cool!
She just released me and laughed.

The next week was spent packing mostly, with a few goodbyes thrown in for
my friends. Finally the morning of the move arrived and a big moving truck
showed up with two big burly looking guys who loaded up our furniture and
belongings. I hopped into my dad's car, a newer Toyota Corolla, while my
mom got into her Ford Expedition. We drove off, heading for the
interstate. I couldn't help but shed a couple tears knowing what I was
leaving behind. I sighed and settled in for the trip ahead of us.

End of chapter 1.

Thanks for reading! I know there wasn't any sex in this chapter, but it
will come soon. Once again, please feel free to send comments and
suggestions to ascouter4@gmail.com