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This story is a very long work of gay erotic science fiction. There are some scenes of man on man action but it will not be a dominating factor in this story. So if you are looking for something to get off to you might as well turn around now.
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Raven: The Hands of Ada Part 1: Into the Night Sky
In every child dreams take flight Incandescent as a moonlit night In every hour the stars do turn Darkness doth the sunlight yearn In the morn the sparrow flies And with the night the dreaming dies
Chapter 1: The Dreamer
Warrenville was like any other town you might find, suburban and quaint it attracted many families for its rustic charm and location close to Boston. The many trees and lakes offered a change of scenery away from the city life and also offered a quiet place to raise a family... or so they tell me.
I've lived in Warrenville for my whole life. My father Dan works in the court as a bailiff and my mom Judy teaches at the local Community College. Our house is a small three season lake ranch that my father converted to a house when my older sister had been born and then expanded it again when I was born. It was modest, but it was good enough to raise a family and it was also right on the lake offering wonderful views.
Not that you could see them this time of night, the stars were out and I was once again sitting outside on a rock gazing up at the stars. I'm seventeen and have long brown hair that I normally pull back into a ponytail. Tonight it flowed past my shoulders as I leaned back against the rock looking upwards. My eyes were a murky hazel that shined like silver in the dark reflection of the water below me. This was my comfort and this was peace as I dangled my feet in the warm summer water erasing my mind of all thought as I gazed into the infinity above me.
"Dusty are you going to stay out there all night, you have to get ready for the big day tomorrow?"
I was brought out of a trance and glanced behind me my mom was standing on the back of the porch
"Yea mom" I replied "I'll be back in, in a minute"
Tomorrow would begin my senior year at Birchmont Regional High and to be honest I'm not looking forward to this year more than any other year. Each year it seemed like more and more people would make fun of me or pick on me. As far back as I can remember my parents thought it would be a great idea for me to do gymnastics. It was a shock to them and to me just how many kids knew the word `faggot' in the third grade. They then turned to swimming only to find that it wasn't any more popular than gymnastics and I stopped competing last year after months of pleading with them to allow me to quit.
I had loved swimming, I was really tall for my age I towered at just over six feet tall and many years of acrobatics and swimming gave me a very thin and sleek body. I was talented at swimming but last year something happened and... oops can't think about that right now...
I finally tore my gaze away from the stars and pulled my feet out of the warm water into the cool night air making the ends of my toes numb.
I carefully tiptoed over the pine needles and small rocks back to the deck off the back of the house and climbed the stairs to meet my mother
"Don't forget to wipe your feet" dad called from the living room
I wiped my feet on the floor mat and followed my mom into the house shutting the screen door behind me
"You ready for school tomorrow?" dad asked talking over the noise of the TV
"Yea" I replied shrugging my shoulders
"That doesn't sound too enthusiastic sport" dad replied
"Well I'm not too enthusiastic about it either truth be told" I replied `ha they don't know the half of it'
I made my way upstairs to my room and kicked off my clothes and hopped into bed turning on the fan on my side table, setting an alarm and shutting my eyes and eventually falling asleep.
It always seemed to amaze me that despite my problems hitting golf balls with a huge driver, or hitting a baseball, or even giving a good soccer ball a kick, I seemed to have no problems finding the snooze button on my alarm clock from a dead sleep first try every time. A feat I managed three times today before finally pulling myself out of bed.
As my mind began to wake up the more and more I began to dread school. But mechanically I gathered up my clothes and headed for my morning meditation ritual in the shower. I liked showering before school because it helps wake me up. It also allows me time to think, to be alone and to contemplate what I want to accomplish... that usually includes wristing one out before I step out of the shower.
Mission accomplished! I got out of the shower and grabbed my clothes. Today's flavor was a simple clean cut pair of jeans with a well fitted tee-shirt with a nice AE tee over it. I could pull off preppy if I wanted... so there!
I grabbed all my new notebooks and binders my mom got me last week. Lord knows they'll be half full of doodles by tomorrow afternoon. I chucked them all into my backpack and rushed down the stairs to say goodbye to my mom before catching the bus
"You have a good day sweetheart" mom called from the kitchen before appearing and rushing to give me a good hug "I'll be back shortly after you this afternoon"
I'm going to admit the hug made me feel a little bit better... a little
"Okay mom" I replied giving her a peck on the cheek walking out the front door and down the street to the bus stop.
I used to be able to meet the bus at the front of the house last year but now that I am in big man a senior in High School I have to walk down the street because obviously a year makes a huge difference. Especially when getting hit by a car cause there are no sidewalks on my street. I don't have a car yet because my parents want me to focus on school and won't let me work, and they can't afford a car... I know I know... catch 22 it sucks.
`Fucking bus company' I think as a mutter and curse my way down the road to the corner where I am supposed to meet it.
To make the scene more dramatic it was drizzling. God even didn't have the decency to make it rain he had to make it more uncomfortable, I wasn't wet I was sticky. I was so caught up in my misery I didn't see the person approach from behind me
"Hi... Dustin right?"
I whirled around and standing on the corner behind me was Colleen Bentley who was a grade behind me. She was in the band in school and was carrying her flute. I didn't know her very well but she stood next to me waiting for the bus
"Ready for high school?" she asked breaking the silence which was beginning to become awkward
"As I'll ever be I suppose" I replied
"Why don't you drive to school, you're a senior right?" Colleen asked making me annoyed
"Because I don't have a car" I stated
"Don't you have a friend who could give you a ride?" she asked and my face burned in humiliation.
"No" I said flatly
"Oh sorry" she said "This drizzle really sucks"
`Finally to which something I can totally agree' I thought
"yea this blows" I said causing her to crack a smile at me and just like that the tension was over and lord and behold the bus was pulling up.
Colleen darted forward and I followed climbing up into the bus taking a seat not towards the back but not in the front either.
The ride took about an hour courtesy of living out in the butt-fucks, but finally after many stops we finally arrived at the high school. We then of course had to wait for the other busses to arrive then magically the doors finally opened and we were allowed to go torture ourselves for the next six hours yippee!
By the way in case you have all forgotten this experience let me be the first to give you a refresher. The first day of arriving at school is total hell. I had no idea where I was going. Desperately I pulled my schedule out of my backpack
"Room 114" I muttered `well where in the name of Lindsey Lohans giant crab cooch is that?' I thought
By chance I glanced up noticing someone had put large multicolored signs with arrows pointing to which way the rooms were. Following the crowd I finally found the sign I was looking for
"101-133" the bright green sign read
"Finally" I sighed, turning down that hall and rushed down the corridor stopping at 114 I poked his head inside and made my way in and took a seat in the front.
The noise in the hall slowly started to dim as people started making their way in, most of them in groups much to my annoyance. I sat and watched the clock turn as most of the seats filled up and finally a teacher walked in. He was an older man probably in his fifties but he appeared to be fit wearing a simple black suit with a red shirt and black tie.
` "Good morning I'm Mr. Blackwell I teach sophomore and senior English but for you lucky students, this year I will be your homeroom teacher!" he announced to the class
He handed out papers to the students in the front rows
"Pass them back to your classmates... very good" he said waiting for everyone to finish then continued
"If you get detention you will serve them with me after school, I am responsible for taking attendance every morning so make sure you are here in this room when the bell rings. For the twenty minutes you are here you may eat, talk quietly but not on your phones. Do your homework from the night before..."
A couple kids chuckled at his last comment
"But most importantly if you need anything please feel free to talk to me, I know the guidance counselors are also here for you, but if you need advice or have any questions please do not hesitate to ask me... let's begin!"
"Adams"
"Here" A girl said
"Avery"
I glanced around the room looking at my classmates for the first time since last year when out of the corner of his eye I saw someone I didn't recognize
"Farrell"
I snapped my head back around
"Here" I said exhaling before turning once again back to look at this person
"Holliday"
"Here" the stranger in the back replied causing many heads to turn in his direction
"I see by this roster that you are a transfer student, would you like to introduce yourself?" Mr. Blackwell asked
"Not really" he said
"Shall I?" Mr. Blackwell asked
"If you must" the boy sighed
"Virgilian Octavian Holiday is a transfer stu..."
"Ian, my name is Ian Holiday I'm a transfer student from Duke, I play football, basketball, soccer, baseball and I swim."
"Welcome Ian" Mr. Blackwell said the continuing with the names
Ian had shorter red hair with a mix of brown blended in and was wearing a tight white tee shirt and baggy jeans, from the shirt let nothing to chance, this boy was ripped and all of the girls were staring at him. His arms had rippling biceps and you could almost make out his six pack abs from under his shirt, even the guys in the room started staring. His eyes were a staggering bright blue which from his dark coloring appeared even lighter making his eyes breathtaking.
It was like the universe had shifted and no longer did the earth rotate around the sun but everyone suddenly started revolving around this boy Ian who noticing the stares let out a shy smile showing off his perfect teeth. Causing a couple of the girls to let out a soft
`Awww'
`Fuck fuck fuckity fuck' I cringed
All through middle school, and the greater part of High School I had to deal with Corey Vancil who was in my opinion the biggest asshole on the planet. He existed to make my life hell, he was beautiful, popular and smart he was a great sports player and his dad was crazy rich he had everything. I was envious I'll admit but all it took was for him to join my swim team... Now it looks like Corey has some competition for most popular asshole award I'm sure this `Ian' is a real charmer.
I turned back his head and stared resolutely to the front. The morning announcements started announcing Birchmont's swim team tryouts after school in a few weeks which caught my full attention. The bell finally rang and picked up my bag off the floor
"Hi I'm Ian" I heard a voice next to my head I turned around quickly to see Ian's face next to mine. `He's tall' I thought to myself
He threw out a charming smile that caused my breath to hitch in my throat
"Could you help me find my first class?" he asked me "I don't know my way around"
"I...I..." God damnit voice get your ass in gear `hey brain stop fantasizing we have work to do'
"I'm probably going to be just as lost as you I've never been down this wing of the school either" I said
"I didn't catch your name" Ian asked me
"I'm..."
"Hey Ian!" a voice shouted from the door
I looked up to find none other than Corey Vancil walking into the room
Corey walked right up to us and Corey gave me a shove pushing me back into my vacated desk.
"you want to stay away from this faggot" Corey said looking right at me then looking up and giving Ian a smile "This is the cocksucker I told you about who used to be on the swim team, the one trying to do guys in the locker room"
Ian just looked a little flabbergasted and then gave me a look that I will never forget
"You keep your little faggot ass away from us if you know what's good for you" Corey leaned down and whispered in my ear before grabbing Ian's shoulder and they walked out of the room.
I hurtled out of the seat and rushed off to find my first class.