Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2006 21:48:48 -0800 (PST) From: daronkillinger@yahoo.com Subject: Tales of an adolescent mutant: Part 3 Disclaimer: This story is completely 100% fictional, if it is illegal for you to read material of a sexual nature because of your age, religion, or location do not read this story. This is a story that includes m/m sex; if this in any way offends you or is illegal where you are do not read any farther. Author's note: Thank you everyone for ready my story and commenting on it. Even if you did not receive a response to your comment I promise I did read it. And I believe the story is better because of them. So please keep the comments coming, I really do read and appreciate them. Ok, now to part three. Sr Guard: "I was . standing outside . and noticed. It uh . was a nice morning." Daisy: "Yes Harold. How can I help you?" totally ignoring the small talk. Harold: Clears his throat, "Well this kid" Daisy: Interrupts Harold, "Does the student have a name Harold?" Harold: "Uh . I . never got . a chance" Daisy: Interrupts Harold again, "Hi sweetie, what's your name?" Devon: "Devon, Miss Daisy." I really should be nice to her. Maybe I can get out of this mess. Daisy: "Sweetie you can just call me Daisy, ok? Just drop the Miss part. Ok Harold, Now why have you brought Devon to the office on the first day?" Devon: I think I am beginning to like Daisy. A little pale for my tastes with secretary glasses but they do look cute on her. She probably had a nice body in her twenties but then it is hard to tell with those last decade clothes she wears. Harold: "He was late!" he states more harshly than he intended, being annoyed at Daisy affection for the punk. Daisy: "There is no need to raise your voice Harold. I can hear you just fine. Well I can deal with his tardiness now. You can go back and patrol the grounds, outside. Since it is a nice day as you said." Dismissing Harold. Harold: "I didn't mean to yell ." he whines. Daisy: "Thank you Harold, now you should really go patrol. Some other student could be late for class and you wouldn't want to delay them, like Devon." Harold: Leaves the main office and closes the door, I'm gonna get that punk expelled for this. Daisy: "So now Devon why are you late?" No longer as sweetly. Devon: "Well I kind of thought my Mom would like take me today, so I wouldn't have to take the bus. But she told me in the morning she worked and I didn't have enough time to get ready. So I ran here, I only live 20-30 min away." A small lie couldn't hurt. And I need to stay on her good side. Daisy: "I see. This time I'm not going to have you written up or anything. Think of this time as just a polite warning. Do not come to my office this tardy again or there will be serious consequences! Do you understand?" Devon "Yes Daisy" a little afraid. Maybe she just hates that guard. Daisy: "Good. Now that that is taken care of. You seem like a good boy, I would hate for us to have problems. You really should head to your second period now; the bell will ring soon." Devon: "Um Daisy . I forgot my books at home . and uh . my schedule is in them. I don't know where to go." Shit this is not going to be my day. Daisy: "Ok Devon, then it is a good thing Harold brought you here! What is your student I.D. number?" Becoming annoyed. Devon: "Um . I don't know it," becoming more nervous. "Please, . don't write me up." Daisy: "Who said anything about a write up? Your I.D. number is your social. I need it to look up your schedule." Devon: "Oh, it's 245-24-4210," states relieved. The bell rings signifying the end of first period. Daisy: After typing, "I'll give you a pass for second. Devon Little Spirit, 9th grade, sounds like you?" Devon: "Yeah that's me." Daisy: "Go ahead and get the three papers from the printer. The second is a map of the grounds and the third of the interior. Have a good day Devon and try to be on time for the rest of your classes. Here's your pass for class." Devon: "Thank you Daisy." Taking the pass and papers from the printer. He leaves the main office. Devon looks at the A B block schedule. A block, 9th grade Algebra, 9th grade English Lit, Lunch, 9th grade History, and P.E. The B block, 9th grade Biology, 9th grade Grammar writing, Lunch, 9th grade Chemistry, and Computer science. ******************** Devon: Damn I am so fuckin hungry; wish I hadn't skipped breakfast. My stomach is actually growling and I forgot to bring any money to school. I'm not going to the cafeteria to sit around like some beggar; I'll just go to the library. No one will notice I'm not there since I still haven't made any friends. And what student would be in the library on the first day anyways. I'll just quickly get down there and hide out till History. Harold: Now where is that lil punk hurrying off to? I think I'll follow him just to make sure he stays out of trouble! Devon: Just have to get up these stairs to the third floor and I'll be home free. Hopefully there won't be a librarian guarding the door. Harold: He's going past the second floor? But the only thing on the third really is the library. Why would he be going there? . Skipping class no doubt! Got him now! Devon: Good no librarian. I'll just slip in the back and go to sleep. Jr Guard: Over the walkie, "Harold . hey Harold . come in." Harold: Into the walkie, "Yeah I hear you Chris, over" annoyed. Chris: Oh I forgot I have to say over. "I need you to meet me at the eastside entrance, over" Harold: "I'm busy just take care of it, over" Damn rookie, always calling for back up. Chris: "There looks to be a large fight brewing, over" at least Harold is good for something, intimidation. Harold: "Damn it I'll be right there, over and out" I'll come back and get you later punk. You just stay right there till I get back. ******************** God he's beautiful. I wish I could just keep staring at him. And he seems to be having such a nice dream, with the noises he is making. But rules are rules. I have to poke him to get his attention. Devon: "Ah . what . where am I ." looking up I remember that I'm in the library. And I see four eyes looking at me. He most have been the one who poked me, asshole. I was having a nice dream fucking a model. God my fucking stomach hurts; I have to get something to eat. Never skipped two meals before. Four eyes: "Um excuse me, sorry to startle you. But I was saying that you couldn't make noises in the library. You have to be quiet" holding finger to his lips. Devon: That fucking asshole woke me up for that! I listen to see if anyone else is here, but hear no one. "Listen dumb ass but there ain't no one else here! So what the fuck!?!" becoming very pissed for lack of food and the interruption of a very good dream. Four Eyes: "Please don't yell or I'll have to give you a write-up ." I'm not gonna write him up. Devon: Interrupting, "Who the fuck are you to give me a write-up?" I yell at him. I really getting fuckin tired of all these threats of write-ups. Four Eyes: "Well that was what I was trying to get to, till you interrupted me. I'm Steve Eppel, the Library Aide and it is my duty to make sure that all the rules are followed. It is within my authority to give you a write-up. I really would much rather not do that." Devon: The only reason why I even allow four eyes to talk is I'm trying to figure out what is that musty smell. Was he getting off on watching me sleep? I know my smell and my pre-cum's also. And that is defiantly not mine and he is the only other person around. Steve: "Um are you listening? You really can't be in here without a library pass." Devon: There's another smell in the air. Beef jerky! Four eyes has food, not just any food, but meat! My mouth begins to salivate as my stomach begins to demand it in all too painful urges. I will have that meat, now! Steve: "I really do need to see it, if you could take it out for me please?" I wonder if he is hard. He does seem a little distracted. Maybe I'll see it when he stands up. God I . Devon: I jump up from the chair and am on him before he even has a chance to react. "I am going to ask you this once, where is your meat?!?" through clenched teeth. Steve: Oh fuck his nails are digging into my rib cage and left shoulder. I want to scream but his red eyes just hold me there and I'm scared stiff. He's saying something but I can't make it out. Devon: "Take out your meat now, or I will just tear it off of you!" squeezing even harder to make my point. Something in the back of my head is screaming stop this you're hurting him. But the smell of the meat is just so strong and my stomach is urging me on. Then the full musty scent of his arousal is getting even stronger causing my adrenaline and testosterone to rage drowning out the human voice of conciseness. Steve: Oh God, this hurts so bad. I'm so scared, I think I'm gonna piss myself. I feel a wetness on my shoulder and side. I think he is drawing blood. Did he just say he wants my meat . my dick. I wanted him so badly and still do but not like this, not like this. Why am I so fuckin hard right now? This guy is gonna rip my cock and balls off and I'm hard as a rock. I begin fumbling with my zipper. Devon: I lose patience the voice is completely gone now, just the hunger remains. I let go of his side and hit him square in the side of the jaw. He reels back but can't go far since I'm holding his shoulder. I step up to him and dig my nails into his stomach, feeling the flesh give. I see the tears, pain and fear in his eyes; but I don't care. "Give me your jerky now!" Then I realize he is bout to pass out. I don't have to take his jerky . he's meat and he's weaker than me. I can just have him . Steve: Did he just say jerky, he wants my jerky meat not my cock meat . my beef jerky! Interrupting Devon's thoughts, "My pocket . and more in the drawer . at the desk!" barely whispered. Devon: I hear him whisper something and the human voice comes roaring back. Stop, it cries, the meat is in his pocket. I grab for the pocket searching for that which will satisfy my cravings. Steven: He grazes my dick, and I pray that it really is my beef jerky he wants. I may be a bottom and not want kids. But I want my cock and balls right where they are, attached to me. Devon: I find the meat and discard him like a rag doll. Wolfing down the meat, I begin to satisfy my urges some and he is no longer any concern of mine. Steven: He lets me go and I fall to the ground on my knees weeping. I'm too exhausted to stand and too hurt to move. Luckily he didn't tear off my clothes, so they protected me somewhat from his nails. I just watch in amazement as he feeds. He leaps up and runs to the librarian's desk searching for the rest. He seems totally unconcerned for me, just with eating the beef jerky. Maybe I can get out of here now, if I move slowly. Devon: I finish the last of the beef jerky, my hunger has abated some. And I feel almost normal, I do not know or even understand what just happened. Wait what is four eyes doing. He's about to try to run . to get help. Oh shit, what have I done? I leap over the librarian's desk and charge straight for him. He sees me coming and tries to run but I tackle and pin him to the ground. What do I do now? Harold: "What the fuck is going on here!?! Fighting is strictly against school rules, I'm going to see you get expelled. You picked the wrong kid to bully punk and you skipped two classes today. I'm going to have fun kicking you ass out of here. Oh, and please put up a fight so I can knock you upside your head a few times. Knock that ghettoness right out of you?" Devon: Oh shit, fuck, goddamn it, now really what the hell do I do now?!?"