Dormitory

Dormitory by Endre Kovács kovacs.endi@gmail.com

Contents Chapter 1 - Arrival ...................................................... 3 Chapter 2 – The Kiss ................................................... 6 Chapter 3 – Harassment ............................................. 9 Chapter 4 – The Artist .............................................. 12 Chapter 5 – Introduce Yourself ................................ 15 Chapter 6 – Two Boys, Two Secrets.......................... 19

Chapter 1 - Arrival It was a long and exhausting journey. Mark was both a bit dizzy and excited. He arrived at a new town full of strangers and he was all by himself to start his secondary boarding school years. He had a hard time persuading his parents to let him come for he was only 14. He could still remember the anxious face of his mother and the proud eyes of his father from the time he told them he wanted to go to a school which was so far from home and he wanted to have full responsibility over his actions. He felt all grown up now as he left the train and breathed in the chilliest yet freshest air he had ever felt. He knew he had to learn a lot about life and how he should manage on his own but it was no time for anguish. Fully covered in his thoughts, someone had jostled him out of the way so hard he fell. Hey! – He shouted in a girly voice. He was sitting on the cold pavement and the stranger didn’t care to stop or to look back for a second. Mark hit the roof and ran after the tall man. – Hel lo, mister! Don’t you think you could at least apologize for hitting me? No. – The stranger said plainly. The tall man stopped and turned around. To Mark’s surprise, the rude guy was around the same age as he was. – You should open your eyes and watch your steps, sonny! How dare you? – Mark became even more furious when the tall guy had simply walked away leaving him with this insult. He was pinching his mp3 player it almost cracked. He went back to get his bags and he tried to calm himself down a little. That tall guy was so full of himself it made Mark hate him in a minute. But now, he had other things to attend to; finding the school, f o r e x a m p l e . After a couple of minutes he was able to figure out which bus to take and which had taken him to a beautiful place a few miles away from town. There was a nice forested area around the narrow, winding road which led to a beautiful castle-like building: Apollo, Secondary School of Arts. T h e r e were some lesser dormitory buildings around the main building and a nicely kept garden with rose beds and a fountain in the middle. It was a wonderful sight as the bus stopped right in front of the wrought iron fence. Mark got off and stopped for a minute to admire the breathtaking view. He just stood there and watched the front garden behind the iron fence, which led up to the castle. Hundreds of students occupied the area and it was even more colourful with them around. Hi! – A nice voice said from behind. Oh, hello... – Mark replied turning around. The owner of the nice voice was a sportive guy who vigorously shook Mark’s hand and introduced himself right away: My name is Tom. Do you mind my joining you? Well... I’m new here and I don’t really know what to do or where to go... – He was constantly smiling at Mark apparently afraid of not finding his way.

It’s okay. I’m here for the first time as well so I don’t think I could be much of a help... – M a r k said smiling back at Tom and gently pulling his hand from the forceful grip of the muscular boy. – I’m Mark by the way and I b e li e v e w e s hou ld g o an d check in now, shouldn’t we? Yeah, you are probably right. I’ve heard that school will only start the day after tomorrow so we should go to the dorms first. – Tom cooled down a bit having Mark by his side. – So let’s go to the dormitories and check ourselves i n . The garden was amazing. The rose beds formed different shapes like badges on the ground and there were some statues made of bushes and everything was so clean in spite of the fact that Apollo w a s an all-boys school. There were large trees along the walkway and pleasant clearings full of students. Some of them were drawing or making clay-figures but most of them were just chatting with e a c h other. The map by the fountain showed them where to go to the dorms so they followed the short stairs up to a massive building on a wide comb. They stepped into the main hall where an energetic, older student was awaiting for them. Welcome to Apollo. I suppose you are new here. My name is Zack, say hello to Zack! – The t a l l but skinny guy was so full of energy he had almost exploded. H i Z a c k ! – Mark and Tom said the same time. They felt silly but they both wanted to measure up to the guy who welcomed them so graciously. Good! I believe you are here for a room, aren’t you? – Zack giggled and left no time to answer. – Come with me then! Quickly! And he ran away to another, shorter hall and up the stairs to the third floor. Poor boys were completely exhausted as they had to carry their heavy luggage and keep up with Zack at t h e s a m e time. That one will be yours. Room 609; here are your keys! Bye! – He said and the next minute he was rushing down to greet some other freshmen the same way he did Mark and Tom. He’s crazy! – Mark giggled still panting hard. Yeah, but he is nice, too. He threw me some papers along with the keys. And wait, there’s a sticky note attached to them. “You have to fill these papers by the end of the week and find me with it! Otherwise you will be in trouble and you don’t want that, do you? With Love, Zack” See? I told you he’s nice. – Tom said clumsily trying to hold on to his bag, the papers and the keys at the same time. Artists are sometimes crazy, aren’t they? – Mark added. They had entered the room slowly for they wanted to enjoy this moment. They were going to spend 4 years in that room and it was the first time they entered. The bright room was nicely furnished with a small coffee table in the middle and two desks between three beds. The bed on the right had a large, untidy bag on it and some random clothes all over the corner. T he r e must have been another roommate who was currently out. They had no time to wonder though as

the door popped open behind them and a tall, half-naked boy walked into the room with a towel lazily thrown around his neck. Hi! – He mumbled. It was him, the guy from the station. Mark’s blood Pressure was rising by the second. It couldn’t be true. He was going to be locked up with such a moron for the next four years... I t ’ s y o u ! – Mark pointed at him truly in shock. Haven’t we met before? – Rick asked throwing away his towel on the mound of other clothes. – Ah! Now I remember. You are that idiot who fell. That’s right: Sonny. Well, hi there Sonny, and Sonny’s friend! How could you be so...? – Mark gasped. Do you know each other? – Tom stuttered. Yeah, we go way back. He has been in love with me for so long but unfortunately it’s a one- sided love... – He laughed with pure joy on his face and that was the first time Mark had realized that although he was a jerk, Rick had a nice smile...

Chapter 2 – The Kiss “Mark Archer; mother’s name is Debra Young; 14 years old; address is 12 Woodcut R o a d , Wellton, Dennland; beginning 1 st

year; dormitory room 609.” Mark stopped for a moment. T he r e we r e t hr ee lines on the bottom of the entrance paper. There were places for him and for the headmaster to sign the paper and in the middle there was a small line that said “medical signature”. So we have to find the school doctor... – He sighed. Yeah. I forgot to tell you that Zack has written a small PS on the other side of the note. – M a r k didn’t realize he wasn’t the only one awake. He turned his head and saw that Tom was sitting on his bed just like him. – And there’s a funny map he drew. The infirmary shouldn’t be hard to find. Can you please shut up for a couple of more minutes? Someone is still sleeping... – A g r u m p y voice came from under Rick’s blanket. For a few more minutes Mark and Tom were reading their papers prudently. Then they woke up and got dressed. Mark had noticed that Tom had a rather muscular body and when he turned around; Mark could see a long scar on his back from his shoulder to his waist. He wanted to ask about it at first, but he changed his mind. It’s none of his business and Tom would tell him if he had wanted to. By the time they were ready to leave; Rick got up too, and put his jeans on with a crumpled shirt and drowsily followed Tom and Mark downstairs. All the freshmen were there in the main hall trying to figure Zack’s map out. Mark felt himself lucky to have Tom who resolved the shabbily drawn “Apollo Atlas” in no time. The sportive boy was far more confident than yesterday. How dare you wander around in these sacred building so shameless? – A Hard voice stopped them. It was a middle-aged man in very tight, black suit with the school badge over his heart. He had a small moustache which unintentionally made you think of a dictator. – If I ever see you again without buttoning up your shirt and not to mention barefooted, you will be in r e a l trouble, young sir! You won’t see me like this again. – R i c k s a i d c a l m l y . – I promise. He walked away taking off his shirt and lazily threw it over the pedantic man. Then he walked out the door half naked. Tom was following him quietly with his head buried in the “Apollo Atlas” and a shocked Mark couldn’t do anything else but to leave the place immediately. The only thing that saved them from fury of the suited man was that other groups of freshmen arrived and they began asking questions completely surrounding the moustache-man and made him unable to move. Are you crazy? – M a r k a s k e d the half naked roommate of his angrily. – He must have been an important someone! We’re in mess because of you! I don’t care as long as it’s not too cold out here. – R i c k y a w n e d . – Now, where is that infirmary, Tommy boy? It’s the second building after that rose bed! – Tom pointed at a white building.

Wh a t’ s th e ma t t e r wi t h y ou ? An d To m , a r en ’ t you a t l e a s t m ad a t h im ? I don’t think that man could remember our face. Rick was the only one he marked. He was still boiling inside but he made no sound about it again. He was quietly following Tom with his arms crossed. Although he began to cool down as they entered the building and had to climb some stairs to reach the door that had a “Freshmen Medical Check” sign. R i c k entered the door casually a s if he was home and the two other followed him. What happened to you? – The nurse asked staring at the almost naked Rick. I thought I had to take my clothes off for the check up so I didn’t bother putting them on. Ha-ha! You are a funny boy! – She giggled before calling the doctor in. – Doctor Johnson! Your first freshen have arrived! – She turned to Mark and Tom then. – You should take off you T- shirts as well. My name is Doctor John Ellis, come and see me if you need anything! – The short doctor came in. – Well, let’s start... You would be... Let’s see your paper, Richard Kempton; mother’s name is Selena Weir; 14 years old; address is 2 Charleston Street , Dorham, Sweerland; beginning 1 st

year; dormitory room 609. Breathe in! The handsome doctor continued examining Rick. So he was from this country, Sweerland; and he was the same age as him. Mark thought Rick was older for some reason. He couldn’t help but notice that Rick had a very nice body and a conspicuously big budge in front of his jeans. Mark shook his head; hating himself to stare so s h a m e l e s sly. Let’s see the second young man! – The doctor went on with Tom. – There you are Mr. T o m Hall; mother’s name is Diana Dobbs; 14 years old; address is 14 Night street , Kangleton, Sweerland; beginning 1 st

year as well; dormitory room 609. – The doctor made him breathe and he did the same stuff he did with Rick until he noticed the big scar on Tom’s back. – What is that? Who did this to you? Just some boys back in the orphanage. It was a long time ago. Let’s forget about it. Very well, I can see it’s a sensit i v e subject for you, but don’t you go around and get hurt like this anymore! This scar will be with you for the rest of your life. – The doctor said calmly. So he was an orphan. He must have had a hard time being able to get so high marks he could come to Apollo. Mark admired him for that but he didn’t want to talk about that with him if it was such a sensitive m a t te r .

After a short while Mark stepped forward changed places with him. He was examined carefully by the doctor who had nice warm hands. When he breathed in the doctor accidentally touched his private part through his pants. The older man flushed for a moment and went on with the check up. Mark was sure it was an unplanned m i s t a k e but still felt a little a w k w a r d. Each of them got the medical signature on their papers and that was that. Mark and Tom got dressed and they left the room. They had just reached the still empty entrance hall with the stairs when Tom stopped.

Shit! I left my paper on the couch when we dressed up! I have to go back! – He said and faded away at the corridor a second later. He touched you as well, didn’t he? – R i c k a s ke d . Rick’s casual words were so outrageous for Mark that he couldn’t watch his step; he suddenly slipped and rolled down the stairs hard. It was at least a 3 meter fall and he didn’t move. Rick dashed down to see if he was all right. Are you okay, Mark? – He said sounding frightened to death. It was as if he had changed into someone else, a boy who cared about his friend. Yeah, I suppose so... – Mark whispered softly. He had his knees skinned and his shoulder was aching but he was well otherwise. – I d on’t think I have broken anything... Rick helped him up and suddenly kissed him on the lips. It was so r a s h ; Mark couldn’t do anything about it. Rick was moving his tongue so passionately inside his mouth it felt amazingly warm. He was trying to resist at first, but after a second or two he became completely numb he couldn’t even move. He felt the whole entrance hall fading away and then came a white blur before he passed out.

Chapter 3 – Harassment The pure, white light began to fade and a clean room had taken shape. He was lying on a bed in the Infirmary. He was all alone and the bright sunbeams of the setting Sun lit the room. He had just realized that his clothes were taken so he couldn’t go anywhere. He heard some people speaking and a minute later, To m , Rick and the doctor entered his room. They were all smiling widely except Rick. He acted as if nothing had happened in the hall between him and Mark. I’m happy that you’re okay. – Tom sighed. He seemed to have worried much about his new friend. Well, let’s see! – Doctor Ellis said stepping close to Mark and examining his face and neck for a moment. – I think it’s nothing serious. However I’m going to keep you under observation for the evening. I thought so. – R i c k grunted. I let you talk to your friends now. – The doctor said seemingly not hearing Rick’s comment before leaving the boys alone. A minute silence came. The boys were speechless as if they were waiting for something then they burst out laughing loud. It was a kind of moment only true friends can h a v e . He’s quite fond of you, don’t you think? – Tom giggled. – Did he touch you two during the examination? He touched my dick at least three times. I thought it was an accident until the third time. You shouldn’t ignore this kind of stuff. – Rick cut in. – He might be a sick bastard like a pedo or something... Let’s not talk about the crazy doctor! – Mark sighed. I don’t care, sonny. Anyway, I’m off. I have to hand in my papers. Oh. Could you please take mine, too? – smiled Mark. Nope. – Rick turned around. – You should ask sonny-friend. I’m not your servant even if you are in bed. Okay. I can take yours. – Tom said patting Mark’s shoulder. His heavy and strong hands made Mark hurt; Tom was obviously not aware of his power. See you tomorrow morning! – Mark mouthed after his roommates. Rick had already left the room and Tom had to run after him if he wanted to catch him. At least Mark had time to think after he got alone. He was still dizzy but he could put his thoughts together at least. He was searching through his memories and tried to settle things down but he had found a very disturbing p e a c e.

The kiss Rick gave him was so passionate and so sweet. He didn’t know what to think. Rick was pretending like nothing ever happened after the incident. Did it happen? Or was it just a dream? The feeling still felt fresh and warm and even by thinking about it, Mark had felt some strange warmth inside of him. He had never felt something like that before. He had read books about these kinds of feelings. B u t i t couldn’t be true. It couldn’t be love. He should have felt that towards girls, shouldn’t he? His mind was racing; he had never been so confused before. Finally, He could find some comfort, some peace by looking out the window. It was night already a n d the lights of the dormitories turned off after 8 pm . It was so calm and so peaceful. He had realized that it was his first feeling that was almost like he felt home. He knew he belonged here with the other boys. He had always wanted to be a writer. His head was full of great stories which were destined to get out there by writing them. He was ready to do that and it was the perfect school for him. Apollo was an art school after all. He could learn a lot and he could be touched by other arts and other artists. He started wondering about what kind of art would be Rick and Tom interested in but his body was weak and he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. The last image was the kiss he got; his first real, loving kiss. This feeling had brought him a warm dream but he didn’t know what was to come. A strange and dark shadow slipped into the room without letting out the faintest sound of voices. It was swift and noiseless as he approached the bed. It became larger and larger and it soon shaded the Moon that lit Mark’s dreamy face. Mature hands emerged from the darkness and they started to caress Mark’s innocent shoulders. The hands moved down quickly and they reached the line of the blanket but it did not stop there. Soon they reached private areas and suddenly, Mark got up. Doctor? What are you doing? – Mark said sleepily. Don’t worry. You will enjoy this! – Doctor Ellis’ hungry voice answered. – Tell me how it feels! The doctor moved his hand and touched Mark’s balls. He started to play with them and the poor boy was still too weak to resist. He squeezed the doctor’s arm but it was no use. He tried to collect all his strength to kick against the forced sexuality but the doctor was too strong. The older man was like a starving beast and jumped on the bed to k ee p Mark down. He was panting harder and harder and managed to tear off the blanket, l e a v i n g M a r k ’ s naked and numb body exposed. Mark felt warm tears running down his face as he tried to fight against the impossibly strong enemy. Stop it! – A loud and sturdy voice came from behind. It was Rick. He was standing at the door with a fearsome snarl. He jumped on the startled doctor and pulled him down on the floor hitting him hard on the face. Rick did not stop at this point he just continued hitting the doctor’s face until his blood was flowing on the white floor.

After he calmed down a bit he stood up and kicked a last one to the Doctor’s stooping body. He grabbed the torn pieces of Mark’s blanket and covered the poor boy with it. Come on! We are leaving. – Rick’s black shirt and white face were covered in blood as he gently grab his roommate and went out of the infirmary all the way back to the dormitories w h i l e holding Mark in his arms. Rick was powerful but at the same time gentle, too. He lay Mark down on his bed and put a blanket on him. He stood up abruptly and left the room without saying a word. Mark was still shaking and was even more confused than before. His mind was full of pictures about the incident, but not the incident with the doctor. He was remembering the moments he could spend in Rick’s arms and he remembered the kiss he got from him. It made the shaking go away in an instant, that powerful feeling was so much bigger so much stronger. He slowly fell asleep and continued that sweet dream he had like nothing had happened.

Chapter 4 – The Artist Mark had spent the next day in bed. He still had a painful headache and he didn’t want to meet other people. He knew he had to get himself together if he wanted to start school the next day; h o w e v e r i t was too much for a young man like him to handle. He had to get over the fact that he was almost raped by an older man. It was a terrifying thought at first but he managed to erase the whole memory quickly. He was able to do that because he had other things to worry about. He wanted to find out why Rick had done those things to him. He could not figure out how Rick could be so rude and so kind at the same time. He could behave very roughly but he has a sensitive side as w e l l . I t w a s s o c o n f u s ing even thinking about it, so he decided to wake up and get some fresh air. Both Tom and Rick were out dealing with paperwork for school. Tom had offered to take care of Mark’s papers, too, so he had nothing to do but to lie in bed. He sure was not ready to go outside just yet. He needed more time. He was just wandering around the dormitory. The nice corridors were almost empty because everyone was at the office trying to get reservation and registration papers. It was the last day to do that before school so everyone had to hurry. It was sweet walking in the quiet corridors and swimming in the warm sunlight which was let inside by the huge windows. It was as if the sunshine had purified him and when he stepped outside the light all his problems were gone. After the next corner he noticed that a small trapdoor which led to the roof on a narrow ladder. It was open and the all so familiar sunshine was pouring in through it. Mark wasn’t thinking for a minute. The fresh air was so inviting he couldn’t resist and the next minute he found himself on the roof. The gravelled roof was a large open place with almost nothing on it. Some of the ventilation shafts were here and a small chimney at the other side. The morning air ran down Mark’s spine as a shiver and he had realized that he was not alone. A boy sat near the edge of the roof and he surely didn’t notice Mark coming up here. And his hands were poking about for something around his lap. Mark could not imagine what the boy had bee n doing and he stepped closer. With every step he became more and more suspicious. The strange boy seemed to be concentrating very much. There were only meters between them when the boy introduced himself suddenly. My name is Will – Said the boy still in deep concentration. Hi , I ’m Ma rk, Ma rk B o y d . – Mark was flushing a little. – Well, I don’t want to bother you. You are not bothering me. I’m drawing. No one can bother me when I’m drawing. – Will sounded very calm, as if he was watching the world from above. – And I’m almost done. Want to have a look?

Sure! – That was what Mark had waited for. He was so curious. He stepped closer and sat down next to Will. He could now have a look at the boy’s face. Will was kind of handsome, but he wore his hair shabbily and he was dirty all over. Mark had noticed that Will had wonderful emerald eyes. They were like porcelain, so shiny and so unlike his body. Mark started to get embarrassed again so he moved his gaze to the drawing. It was an amazing pencil work. Breathtakingly realistic with only black lines; it looked dramatic and real the same time. Will had sure got talent. It took a second for Mark to realize that Will was drawing the view he saw from up here. The trees and the school building was a concrete copy of the real life. Even the smallest of detail s we r e wo r k e d o ut . It’s amazing! – Mark gasped. Thank you! – Will smiled. – You know... – At this, his voice changed to a nicer tone. – I don’t usually show my scratches to anyone. I don’t know why I’m showing this to you now. Well, I appreciate it. I think it is a rare talent you have. I wish I had so much talent in what I’m interested in. I’m sure you do. And what are you interested in? Writing. Do you like poems or novels? Both, I suppose. You live in room 609. Will you show me some of your writings? How do you know I’m in room 609? I’ve seen you. – Will put his hands on Mark’s shoulder. – Can you give me a hug? W h a t ? A hug; I’m so far from home and I feel a bit alone, so you would help me a lot with a hug. We l l , o ka y , I g u e s s. And Will wrapped his arms around Mark and hugged him tight. They were sitting there in the orange sunset hugging each other closely like old friends. Mark felt a bit uncomfortable hugging another boy so tenderly and his mind was glinting with images of Rick kissing him on the lips. They stopped hugging and stood up. Mark helped Will packing his papers and pencils. When they were ready, Will grabbed Mark’s shoulders and kissed his neck saying: Thank you! I’m fully charged now! Will had left the roof so quickly Mark had no time to say goodbye. He was standing there astonished and as his head was clearing in the nice fresh air he realized a strange feeling. His penis was so hard in his trousers that it hurt.

He looked around and unzipped his jeans letting his cock out. It was standing hard and its head was oozing with his desire. Mark wrapped his hand around it involuntarily and started to rub it softly. It was a nice sensation and his hands soon became slick as well. His speed had increased quickly and with a hot, throbbing s e n s a t i o n from deep inside, he shot out so much juice it covered the gravelly roof. Although he had got up just an hour ago, he felt exhausted. It was a good thing that the images of the doctor had never again haunted him. It was like a bad dream that couldn’t even happen. He just stood there alone and he was feeling the more and more powerful wind with his fingers. A storm was about to come, he knew it, so the first day of school was going to be a rainy one. He went back to room 609 and found the worried Tom there. Tom was sitting on his bed anxiously and clearly couldn’t wait a moment to ask: Where were you? I was worried about you! Can we please not talk about it... – Somehow, Mark felt that it was a token for him alone. – I ’ m over things, it wasn’t that serious anyway. He’s still in his office. He has severe injuries. Could you tell me what exactly happened? I can’t get a word out of Rick. But I know something’s on, so will you tell me, please! – Tom sounded desperate. Nothing that matters. I’m okay, and that’s it. Please don’t ask about it anymore! Okay. I’ll leave it for now, but you’re going to have to tell me everything sometime, okay? I t ’ s a d e al , To m , i t’ s a d eal . They went to bed early. Mark was still weak but he knew that the next day it was going to be an all new life. And where’s he now? – Mark whispered just a minute later. I don’t know, he said not to wait for him. But tomorrow is the big start... Well, it’s Rick, isn’t it? Yeah. He can be strange sometimes. Yeah. Good night, Tom! Good night!

Chapter 5 – Introduce Yourself A busy day had begun. Mark was up early. He had a quick shower in the bathroom a t the end of the corridor and dashed back to grab some breakfast. He was looking out the window which was covered with raindrops. It was still raining. He was eating his slice of bread with sour crème on it, gazing the waking Dormitory grounds. The previous day had slipped into his mind. Will’s hug was so intense; Mark had done a thing he never did before. He remembered rubbing his shaft while on the roof and the bare thought had made his desire grow again. It was the nicest feeling he could have and he had read about it before but it had been his first time doing it. He forcefully ordered his mind back to the topic of Will. It was strange to ask for a hug, but Mark was not sure about that as he grew up in Dennland, a country consisting mainly of farming areas . He would rarely meet other boys there, and his father was always away in the fields, working. The sharp sound of Tom’s alarm clock pulled Mark back to reality. He turned around and sat on his pillow finishing the last bit of his breakfast and watching his two sleepy roommates getting up. You are a morning person, are you, sonny? – Rick asked huskily. Yeah, and you should be happy about it, because I’ve made you breakfast. – Mark complained. – And if you ever call me sonny again, I’ll never bother making your meal again. Like I care, sonny... It sure looked like nothing had happened. Rick and Mark were arguing for about a quarter of an hour and Tom was just sitting there, eating his breakfast silently. After they finished, Mark watched them packing their school items together and they were ready. What class are you in? – To m a s ke d . – I ’m i n cl as s 1 C. I’m 1A, sorry. – It would have been so much easier if Mark was in the same class with Tom or Rick. – And you, Rick? Same as you, sonny. I’ve met Zack yesterday and he said we should look for a sign in the main hall and it will tell where we should go. I wish I were in the same class, but there’s nothing can be done now. How do they order people into classes? – Mark sighed as they were walking down the stairs. We won’t have specialized classes until second year but now, they’r e putting us into classe s according to our entrance exams. It means you two did a great job! There you are! – A harsh voice stopped them. – I have finally found you, mister... – It was the same man who stopped them the other day, the man with a very tight suit and thick, little moustache on his square-like face. He grabbed Rick’s arm and hissed: – I’m watching your every step from now on! There won’t be any trouble-makers in my dormitory, so I hope you won’t try anything stupid! I’ve met your kind and I know how to handle you!

Ah, Mister Davis! – Zack cut in who appeared out of nowhere. – I’ve been wondering if you had some minutes for me. I have to discuss a very serious matter with you. – Zack was smiling brightly as always and energetically pulled Mr. Jones out of the way, cocking his eyes at the boys. They had a peek at the message board by the main door then they ran out of the dormitories. They kept running because of the rain and they crossed the gardens quickly to find shelter on the other side in the main building. There were at least a hundred students waiting and chatting in the main hall. They all seemed to be freshmen. They were a bit lost and a bit wet just like Mark and his friends. Tom craned his head for signs and bid farewell to Mark and Rick as soon as he learned where he had to go. Mark had no time to look around because a tall man popped up behind a corner and guided the crowd into a nice and airy classroom. Mark was looking at the paintings hanging on the wall as he entered the room when he had suddenly lost his balance and fell on the boy ahead of h i m . I told you that you should watch your steps. – Rick giggled. It was he who floored Mark b y leaving his foot in the wrong place. Sorry, it wasn’t my... – Mark tried to apologize. Get off, bastard! – The boy said and threw Mark off of himself rashly. – And keep your distance from now on. I don’t want to get involved with scum like you! – He said standing up and moving his long fingers through his golden hair. He didn’t care to show his face to Mark or Rick. Rick had already sat down by the time Mark managed to gather himself. He looked around to see if Will was there but he wasn’t so he sat down next to Rick. I knew you won’t be able to resist my charm. – Rick whispered and got hit by Mark in the arm. Welcome to Apollo, my dearest freshmen! – The professor started. – My name is Warwick Jones, Professor Jones for you. I will be responsible for you until you leave the school and this duty of mine starts now. I’m going to make sure that I’m always available t o you and you should feel free to come and visit me with your any problem. Now, I suggest we introduce ourselves. I’d like each of you to stand up for a minute and say a couple of words about yourselves. We should start with you... Hi. – A very slim boy stood up. He was shaking a little bit, but he seemed to have controlled it. – My name is Trevor Barnes. I’m from this town and I like to draw. Is that enough, Professor Jones? Mr. Jones nodded and the next student stood up. After two or three introductions, Mark had found himself to gaze the boys with an analytical eye. He looks at the boys from top to bottom and he started to get excited because of it. Hello. I’m Fr ank Uly sses. – It was a tall boy with large hands, big nose and a strange haircut. – I’m from Uyland and I’m pleased to be able to study with you guys. Ah yes. I’d like to specialize later in martial arts.

My name is Rolph. Rolph Sturgess. – The golden haired boy stood up with his head high. He had a very handsome face with bright blue eyes. He also had a very nice body, slim but elegant and his noble movements made him look like he wasn’t from this world. – I ’m a member of the Sturgess family; I suppose each of you has heard of it. I’m here because my parents think I can still learn something here, but I don’t think these codgers will be able to show me anything new... Yes. That would be enough, mister Sturgess. – The professor made the boy finish and nodded to the next one. Mark became so excited about the boys he didn’t realize the next one was him. His penis was rock hard and he had to stand up in a minute. He was terrified and got redder and redder by the second. He looked from left to right to find an escape route but the professor’s voice could be heard the next s e c o n d : It’s your turn mister... Excuse me, professor. – Rick said suddenly. – Can this poor thing remain sitting? He’s too shy to ask but he has the runs if you know what I mean. And if he stands up... God knows what will happen... Oh. Of course, yes... Everyone burst out laughing. It was embarrassing for poor Mark but he had so much to thank to Rick. Mark’s unpredictable roommate must have seen the growing bulge in his pants and only tried to help h i m o u t . Mark was still unable to understand Rick’s feelings about him. I’m Mark Archer. – He shouted to talk down the laughing class. – I’m from Dennland and I want t o b e co m e a w r i t e r . Interesting; and what kind of thing would you like to write? Well, I haven’t decided yet. I want to try myself out in various genres and I want to write novels and poems, too. I think you will be able to learn a lot from my colleagues. Okay. Now it’s your turn, mister funny. Rick stood up slowly like an old man. He scratched his rough, brown hair and sighed. His shirt was half untucked and as usual, some sizes bigger than his. His old belt kept his lazy trousers on. I ’ m R i c k . – The emphasis of this sentence let everyone know that he had nothing else to s a y . Well, can you please say just a few more words about yourself? I’m an orphan. That shocked Mark. Rick was an orphan and he had absolutely never mentioned it to him. The shadow of the unpredictable boy became more and more distant. Mark sank into his thoughts and

didn’t notice the class was over. He must have been thinking all the time and he regained his consciousness only when the other students were leaving the room. He stood up and saw the board that said: “Timetables (Zack) No class today because Mr. Namura is ill.” He completely missed the second half of the lesson. He involuntarily moved his feet and followed Rick back to the dorms. The rain had stopped and they were walking on the school grounds when Mark finally gained his courage to say: Thank you. There was no answer. Rick pretended not to have heard it and moved on but Mark knew he heard it. It was an embarrassing minute of silence between the two but they haven’t stopped for a minute. They were walking side-by-side without saying anything but they knew what the other felt without a word anyway.

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