Dear readers, this story involves the relationship between two boys, 16 and 13. The story isn't intended for a quick jack off session so if you're looking for that, look elsewhere as there won't be sexual scenes for a few more episodes. Please don't forget to donate to nifty and feel free to email me with your thoughts on this new story.
Counselling Jack
A brief introduction into sixths forms in the UK, as this is the core of the storyline. Secondary schools usually include years 7-11 and more often than not, the secondary school has a sixth form included for post 16 education. You could consider sixth form like a college rather than school, where you spend two years before either leaving to work or going to university.
In sixth form, you're treated differently to the younger students, usually with more respect and are given more responsibility and a greater expectation given you've actually chosen to be there, rather than being legally obliged to be educated which is the case for the younger years. The two main characters in this story, Daniel and Jack go to the same school; Daniel is in the first year of sixth form (year 12) and is 16 years old, and Jack is in year 8 and is 13 years old. The narrating character is Daniel.
Chapter 1- introduction
My name is Daniel Raymond and I live in a town a few miles from the city of Cambridge in London.
I'm 16 and go to the sixth form of the school that I've went to since I moved here back in 2000, making me one year old when I arrived. Throughout school I'd done better than average in terms of grades and now that I'm in sixth form, I'd probably be described as a perfect student, with the added bonus of being popular amongst others in my year group and respected by teachers.
I should probably explain that I hadn't always been like this, and I've only gained my 'perfect student' label over the past year as I sat my GCSE's, realising that if I was ever going to change then it would be a good idea to do it before I ruined any chance of succeeding in life. In primary school I was bullied relentlessly over my weight, and although I wasn't physically hurt, I think the constant torment effected me in worse ways, and probably led me on to the psychological problems I had over the first few years of secondary school.
My first year of secondary school was horrible, and if any English people are reading this you'll know how brutal and merciless that year 7s can be towards each other; constant fights, bullying and segregation of groups in categories of popularity. I wasn't pulled into this, and instead found a friend group that I'm proud to still have to this day. I guess I was a good judge of character. I was pretty much in the shadows until the latter stages of year 7 until I was launched into a meaningless fight with this other lad and somehow managed to build up a cracking right hook which ended the fight along with his consciousness within seconds. The two days spent in isolation were definitely worth being recognised, or so I thought, and I guess this made me more confident now that people knew who I was and what I could do, even if I didn't see myself as they did.
Year 8 rolled on and I lost so much weight that I was unrecognisable to my year 7 self. I joined the rugby team and found myself amongst the group of 'cool' kids who had accepted me as one of them, as I was tall and capable of holding my own in a fight, and they seemed to find me funny. This was also the year I was pressured into trying weed, which was nice while it lasted but I wasn't about to be caught smoking it on the streets as they tended to, and I hated the way they'd pointlessly bully other students, so I distanced myself from this group and returned to James, Ben and Conor who'd still remained my friends from the early stages of year 7.
Year 9 then came along and this year was hard. Socially I was fine and was liked by everyone, even the 'uncool' kids who'd respected me for distancing myself from the dicks in the year and instead remaining neutral in the civil war of popularity.
The reason it was hard was the fact that I suffered extreme anxiety and depression throughout this year, and kept it to myself. The cause of the depression? I realised I was gay, which I couldn't accept, and there wasn't really a cause for my anxiety but this made it a whole lot worse. My friends were all getting girlfriends while I stayed alone and mustering up excuses as to why I wasn't doing the same. I stopped going out with everyone incase they mentioned sex and going out with girls, and I contemplated suicide on many occasions. One lesson, in the final few weeks of year 9, I found myself having an anxiety attack outside of a classroom that belonged to my history teacher, Mr Richards. In an attempt to hide my state from everyone else, I went inside to be alone, where I burst out into tears and started to hyperventilate. I didn't notice but Mr Richards was in the next room and came in to find me sitting there in this state. He calmed me down which led to the discussion about what was wrong, and after I told him he soon realised I had anxiety and started to ask questions about it. As it turned out, he went through the same as a teenager and even told me stories of how he was accepted into Oxford university and had the potential to study law until he failed to turn up to the exams because of his anxiety. Over the last few weeks I met up with him in his classroom and discussed my feelings and things that had happened, and when I returned in year 10 we continued, until my issues were more or less gone. Years 10 and 11 passed quickly as I studied for my GCSEs and it mostly put my anxiety and depression out of the way as I went through my transition from a lazy student into one that cared and put in the work. I finished year 11 with 7 A*s and several As and Bs and started sixth form this year. I chose German, Biology, Politics and History as my A-Level options which I later came to regret. This brings me to the present, and how the relationship between myself and Jack developed.
I'll begin with the first week of sixth form, where everyone was beginning to settle in and get used to the new found freedom that we'd been given. Sixth formers were allowed to leave the school during dinner times and the best thing was that I no longer had 5 lessons per day as I was used to in the past. My timetable varied with each day and occasionally I found that I had certain days where I'd only have one or two lessons, although this worked both ways and sometimes I ended up having six in a day, finishing at 4:00pm.
For the first few weeks, me, James, Ben and Conor took advantage of the extra free time we were given, and most of the time headed over to James' house to play pool or FIFA. James' dad was disabled after an accident at work, so gained a decent amount of compensation and subsequently he retired early. They had a nice house that they bought outright and most of the time it was only his dad that was there as his wife still worked. James' dad didn't often bother us and didn't mind us using his house whenever we were free. It was also only a 5 minute walk from the school so our visits were mainly out of convenience.
As the weeks dragged on, we began to notice that it wasn't so easy after all, and although the hours we had to spend in lessons were significantly less, the amount of coursework we were given was ridiculously high and our free periods playing pool soon turned into free periods learning German vocabulary due in the next lesson or writing an essay due the next day. The school also implemented a mandatory amount of volunteering hours aimed to boost our applications for university. We were told we'd have to complete 20 hours of volunteering by the first year, so we had to figure out a way around this.
I'll bring you to a typical Monday morning roughly one month into the term, where I'd woken up at 6:00 to run; something I did each morning as it was an effective way to combat my anxiety. I ran roughly 4 miles each morning, nothing too exerting so I wouldn't be too tired for school, and nothing too easy that I wouldn't see an improvement.
I pulled on my running gear, ate a light snack and stretched briefly before heading out for the morning. My route consisted of a few winding roads leading to a main road which passed the school. There weren't many cars on the road at this time of day so I could run in peace without being choked out by the fumes of passing vehicles. I'd pass the school roughly 2 miles in and would see the same teacher who came into school at exactly 6:30 each morning. I then take a left just after the school which takes me down a few more winding roads before I reach my house again. Today, I came in quietly in an attempt to not wake anyone in the house, then jumped into a cold shower. (Good for the muscles apparently.)
I got ready for school in my black skinny jeans and white dress shirt and packed my bag before leaving at half 8, making sure to make a few slices of toast to fill me up until lunch.
To get to my registration classroom I had to pass through the humanities department including history, RE and the various 'ologies' as they were known. (Sociology, psychology etc.)
School began at 8:45 and we have registration until 9:00, where we'd then go to first lesson.
In reg this morning, I had to sit through Ben talking about his girlfriend and how she'd been complaining that she didn't see enough of him in school, and that he'd been spending too much time with his friends rather than her. I felt he told me this so that I'd understand if he left us from time to time to be with her, but in all honesty I couldn't really care less about what he did or who he spent his time with; I spent most of mine with Conor. I'd consider Ben the funny one out of the group, although definitely the most immature. He's always taking the piss out of us all which can be funny but also quite annoying if he keeps going at it. He very much likes to be the centre of attention which isn't the best kind of person to be around for me, when the thing I want to do most is to hide from attention. Although Ben is a good laugh from time to time, you'll struggle to engage him into a meaningful and mature conversation, something you'll easily get from James.
Anyway, I managed to sit through Ben's blatant verbal propaganda and simply told him at the end of registration that we'd all understand if he spend a little more time with his girlfriend and not to worry about it.
My next lesson was German and I had a vocab test which I wasn't prepared for at all. I ended up doing ok but this is never enough with my teacher, so he rescheduled it until we all got full marks. The joys.
I had a free period next so I thought I'd head to the common room to work on the vocab that was now due for the next day. I battled my way through the corridors until I was stopped by my old PE teacher, Mr Hutchins who asked if I could quickly see him before my next lesson. I told him I had a free period which he said was perfect so I followed him to the PE office where he searched through his timetable and asked to see mine.
"What's this for Sir?" I asked, slightly confused.
"Volunteering. If you're interested you can help the PE department during lessons and sometimes fill in for teachers if they've got commitments elsewhere. I remember you being decent athletically when you had PE with me so I thought you'd be the best person to do this."
"What would I have to do?."
"It's just the same as you did when you were in school. We're starting off with football and rugby for the summer then when the weather gets worse we'll come inside and do other things. Just compare your timetable to mine and find out which lessons you can do."
I marked on my own timetable which lessons I could take and eventually ended up with four periods where I could help. Monday with year 7s period 1, Wednesday with year 9s period 5, Thursday with year 10s period 3 and Friday with year 8s period 5.
He told me I'd just need something to change into and then thanked me as I left. I'd basically just been told that I would be doing this, but he was a pushy teacher and wouldn't usually respond well to being told no. It was Monday so the first lesson I'd be volunteering in wouldn't be until Wednesday as I'd already missed the year 7s in period one.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful as we learned about the Cold War in History and finally enzymes in biology. Lunchtime I ended up going to James' with him and Conor to play pool as Ben indulged in lunchtime sex at his girlfriends house just up the street from the school. His girlfriend is a complete bitch but even I'll admit she's hot and I'm probably about 80% gay.
I got home at about 2:00 as I finished early and read a few chapters of my book before my parents came home at roughly the same time and prepared dinner together. We ate together too and talked about our days until we finished eating and my brother and I did the dishes. My brother is in year 8 and although we don't talk much, I try to keep an eye on him to make sure he's not going through the same mistakes I made when I was his age. I liked the friends he hung around with and I could tell he wasn't one of the dicks in his year who picked on the others.
While doing the dishes I told him that I'd be volunteering for his PE lessons on Friday which he took well, even saying that he'd challenge me at the 100m sprint when it came to doing athletics in a few weeks.
"How about we make a bet on that?" I suggested.
"Are you joking? Have you seen this?" He said as he pulled up his shirt to show his skinny pale belly.
"What am I looking at?"
"I'm in no shape to beat you. Look at your belly." He stated as he tried to pull up my shirt exposing my six pack.
"Let me punch it like I've done before?" He pleaded.
I turned and faced him as he positioned himself to get a decent swing at me, before he planted a decent effort at the core of my body.
"See! How doesn't that hurt?" He exclaimed before carrying on drying the dishes.
I merely laughed at him before suggesting he should join me on my weekend sprints, which were perfect for building stomach muscles. He laughed when I said this, so I took that as a no.
When we'd finished, I headed upstairs to shower and shave before I watched a little TV and went to bed at about 9:30.
The next day was pretty much a repeat of the day before except this time I got full marks on my German vocab and didn't have to learn more for the next lesson. I finished later than normal at 4:00 and by the time I got home I was exhausted, so ate a salad that I'd prepared for my dinner and headed upstairs to read and watch TV. I prepared my bag for the next day including some shorts, trainers and T-shirt for volunteering period 5.
I woke up at 6:00 again the next day to run the usual route and came back a little later than normal as I ran at a slower pace, unsure as to what I'd be doing in the year 9 PE lesson so I didn't want to exert myself.
Registration came again and I was again tortured with unimportant information from Ben about what he'd been doing with his girlfriend, Georgia. The only thing I could think of when he talked about what he did with her, was Ben naked and what his cock must look like and how big it was. Ben is quite attractive and is always at the gym, but this is mainly to brag about going to the gym and in all honesty, I haven't been to the gym in years and my body is in better condition than his is.
I had two lessons in the morning and two frees until I went down to the PE department and got changed before the year 9s came in to get changed.
I asked what I'd be doing and Mr Hutchins told me I'd be leading the rugby side of the group while he took the other half to do football. This sounded good to me given I'd played rugby more than a few times and was pretty good at it. I understood the year 9s had a decent rugby team so I was interested to see how they were in the lesson. Now, if I refer back to my problem with anxiety, this would have been a massive thing for me to do a few years ago. The worst thing to do when you have anxiety is to talk in front of a big group of people, and I'll admit I was a little nervous, but the fact that I didn't have a panic attack simply showed how much I'd overcame my problem, and how much confidence I now had.
I firstly made them run a lap of the rugby pitch which they weren't too pleased about, especially the chubby kids who were here simply because they didn't want to play football. I wasn't sure if they thought rugby was going to involve less running but if they were under this impression, they were quickly proven wrong as I introduced a few intense drills that I'd been taught when I played for a team last year. I finally set up a game between them, splitting them into two teams, making sure to separate the school rugby team to make the teams fair.
I ended the game with 10 minutes of the lesson to go, allowing them to go inside and get changed in time for them to catch their respective busses.
After Mr Hutchins asked how it went, I told him everything and he seemed impressed, and thanked me again before reminding me about tomorrow's lesson with the year 10s.
As the year 9s left the changing room, I went in to get changed myself. There was still a group of lads in the room who I presumed were on the rugby team due to their performances outside.
"Good game lads." I said as I removed my football boots and began to undress.
"Cheers Dan. You should come and coach our school team. You'd be better than Greeny." One of them said as he headed towards the door.
"Greeny?"
"Mr Greenwood. He's knows fuck all about rugby. Just tells us to improve fitness and makes us do pointless drills but when we're in a game against other schools he has no idea what he's doing."
"I'll think about it. It depends on if I have the time to do it to be honest. I'll get back to you though."
"Alright, see you next week then." He said before leaving with the group he was with.
I left straight away and didn't bother turning up to my sixth lesson. It was only politics and I doubted the teacher would even turn up, he never did.
I did the same nightly routine, reading a little, watched TV and ate dinner with my family. Wednesday was fish night for everyone except me, as I'm a vegetarian. I ate the potatoes and other vegetables that they ate but instead of fish I had a green pepper stuffed with cheese. I went in the shower and went to bed at about 9:00 as I was unusually tired.
My morning routine passed again although I ran at a higher intensity now that I realised I wasn't going to be doing much exercise while volunteering. It was the year 10 lesson today and I'd hoped we'd be doing rugby like I'd done yesterday but we ended up doing cross country running as a punishment for the lads messing up the changing rooms last lesson. I wasn't aware of this given I'd only stared volunteering this week but they weren't happy about it. Mr Hutchins asked me to run it too to make sure none of them ended up smoking behind the bushes out of sight of the school. They'd been caught before apparently so I agreed, despite the fact I'd ran earlier in the day. I'd had a few hours rest so I was fine, and managed to complete the 2 lap race ahead of everyone, which, admittedly I was proud of, and even a little cocky as I strategically overtook the person in second place about 100m before the finish. Mr Hutchins observed the whole thing and laughed when I pulled in next to him.
"Haven't changed at all then have you?"he laughed as he jotted down the various completion times of the lads.
"Anyone smoking?" He asked.
"Yeah I stopped for one about half way through. Needed the fresh air Sir." I said with a sincere look on my face, causing him and the kid I'd overtaken to laugh.
"Definitely haven't changed." He chuckled.
This time when they got changed I went in with them. I didn't think they'd mind given I was only two years older. I couldn't help but sneakily look around me to admire some of the lads, who were all stripping off to cool down after a long run. Now I'll have to disappoint you when I say that schools aren't what they used to be in the UK according to older generations. Nobody showers naked after PE and I'm not even sure people shower at all in school. Instead students use deodorant and wait until they get home to shower if necessary. I wish we showered naked, this way I'd be able to check everyone out and show off my own cock which I'm rather proud of. If you're aware of the terms 'showers or growers' then you'll know what I mean when I say I'm a shower. Six inches flaccid and seven when erect. So I'd be the last person to be embarrassed when naked around anyone, even with a hint of anxiety.
I finished at lunch today so headed to James' house where he and Conor were watching TV. His dad was in the kitchen making lunch and offered to make us poached egg and toast with tomatoes. I accepted his offer and thanked him for it, which I don't regret because it was actually delicious, and I made a note to make this myself at home. Conor started to talk about Ben and how annoying he was being lately. He complained that all he talked about was Georgia, and he was sick of hearing her name, never mind the fact that we'd barely spoke to him for the last week.
I'll give you a little description of Conor. He's lovely, is the best way to describe him. If you didn't know him personally, you'd assume he was gay. He's rather effeminate for a lad and is open about expressing emotions and doesn't give a shit if people think he's gay. I suspect he is though, purely based on his lack of sexual experience. Even I'd managed to have some sexual contact with a girl, a blowjob at a house party a few years ago now, and I wasn't even interested in girls...
Most people suspect that he's gay, but we don't say anything to him, mainly because we could be so far off and he could just be waiting for the right girl. I should also mention he's a little overweight, so maybe this has something to do with his lack of a sex life.
We all pretty much agreed on what he was saying about Ben, but we left James' house at 1 as they both had lessons, which I teased them about given I was heading home to relax.
The rest of my day was spent recovering from running so much during the day and I had a hot bath to soak my muscles in.
I heard a knock on the door before the sound of Roberts voice mumbled through.
"Dan? What are we doing for PE tomorrow? I don't know what stuff to pack..."
"I've got no idea. So far it's been rugby and cross country, but the cross country was a punishment. So bring your football boots with you just in case."
"Will you be doing the football or the rugby?" He asked, slightly concerned.
"Rugby probably. Why?"
"Can you do the football instead? Then you'll be with my group."
"I can ask if you want."
"Yeah will you?"
"Right. You'll have to help me sort the teams out to make them fair then."
"Okay, I will. Thank you." He said, before he disappeared down the hallway.
I did pretty much the same that night, before I went to bed at 9:00 because of how tired I was.
I woke up and decidedly against my run; I was far too tired and I'd be able to have another hours sleep if I stayed in bed.
I woke up again at 7:00 and continued with my normal routine and headed into school earlier than normal.
I passed Mr Richards' classroom and saw that he was free, so I walked in to ask him about an essay he'd set the previous lesson. Since we were alone, he also took the opportunity to ask how I was doing recently and if any signs of anxiety had returned since I'd been bombarded with the stress of the sixth form work load. I told him I was fine and I thanked him for asking. Ben wasn't in registration this morning which I was actually happy about, although this did leave me pretty much alone for 15 minutes with people I knew but didn't really talk to that much.
I'll fast forward to period 5 where I quickly changed before the swarm of twelve and thirteen year olds came in. My brother saw me and walked over to me in front of everyone to talk, but I assumed he did this to seem cool because he was talking to a sixth former, not because he wanted to talk to me.
I then talked to Mr Hutchins.
"Sir do you mind if I take the football side this week? My brothers in that group and he asked if I could take his lesson."
"Not a problem pal. You'll be impressed with them I think. And who's your brother?"
"Robert."
"Ahh right!" He exclaimed, as if he magically put two and two together and saw the similarities. "He's not as physically fit as you are, but I can see it now." He said, as if he was proud of his observation.
I just smiled and set about grabbing the footballs and various equipment I'd need for the lesson. I waited for them all to follow me out, and I was mesmerised by one or two of them, who were simply beautiful.
They all stared up at me and one of them asked,
"Are you Robbies brother?"
"Yeah that's me. And you are?"
"Sam."
"Right Sam, you can lead everyone out for the warm up, one lap of the football pitch."
This received multiple groans as they headed out, with Sam happy that I'd given him a little bit of responsibility.
I decided since it was Friday last lesson that I'd put them straight into a game, and I didn't waste time on drills or skill games. I asked Robert to sort the teams out fairly and that if he didn't then I'd lock him out of the house when I got home. This received a muster of laughs and cheers as Robert set about separating his classmates. I could see he was doing it properly as he devised a system that he said out loud to himself:
"Right Sam's the best so I'll put him on the opposite team to Ethan. And Jack and Ross are good too so they can go on different teams..." He said almost in a whisper to himself. He took a little longer than I'd hoped, but a few minutes later I blew the whistle and acted as referee during the game. My attention kept drifting from two of the boys who I found especially good looking, Sam who had dark, short hair which was slightly flicked at the front and deep, green eyes that were addictive and enticing. And the other boy, Jack, who had short blond hair but the face of an angel. Pouted lips and long eyelashes, and a beautiful button nose coming down from two ice blue eyes. It was Jack who caught my attention the most, but Sam was the more confident and made sure to make his presence known. He was very much the leader and self-appointed captain of his team, telling everyone what to do, whereas Jack simply listened to these orders. Robert was more similar to Sam in the fact he was vocal and competitive, urging his team to battle against Sam's team.
About half way into the game, Jack miss-kicked the ball and smashed it off the back of Sam's leg, which caused an over the top reaction from Sam who began shouting at Jack and saying he did it on purpose.
Jack didn't say anything back for some reason so I stopped the game, stepped in and told Sam to calm down and that it was probably an accident. I made them shake hands and carried on with the game.
When I blew the final whistle, I told them all to go and get changed and to enjoy their weekends, but I said for Robert to stay behind for a minute.
"What was that all about with Sam and Jack?" I asked.
"Sam's always like that. He gets too competitive and Jacks just quiet so didn't argue back."
"So nothing else is going on between those two?" I added, concerned.
"Not that I know of. Jack isn't as quiet when I talk to him so he's not being bullied or anything."
"Right, keep an eye on things for me will you?"
"Will do. And it was a good lesson, sir." He joked, emphasising the 'sir' at the end of his sentence
"You better call me that when we get home." I reverted back to him, causing him to turn his nose up at me.
I waited again outside the changing room, reading my emails on my phone as Robert headed inside to join his classmates to get changed.
"Why aren't you getting changed?"
"Because I'm not getting changed in front of a bunch of year 8s. It would be weird."
"How?"
"Just incase people got the wrong idea."
"But we're brothers"
"True, but I'm not any of their brothers..."
"You're so boring. who cares?"
"Go on, I'll be in in a few minutes, we can walk home together."
He did as I said and he waited outside while I went to change once they'd all left. We walked home together for the first time in years and talked about our day at school. He filled me in on the stresses of year 8 life which included having to do two whole pieces of homework over the weekend! I was so jealous, I had two pieces to do for only one of my subjects. How he'll learn.
End of chapter 1.