Carter's Middle School Years-1.

by Larkin

Fictional Story, sexual content, male/male Copyright Larkin 2006

Carter's Middle School Years-1.
By Larkin

1. My name is Carter Littlewood.
>From what I knew about my, Dad, which wasn't much, was that he was intelligent, handsome and that he made enough money to support my Mom and me after their marriage broke up. I was the pawn that they used against each other and since my Dad wouldn't play, I never saw him much after the age of three.

My Mother was highly feminine, flamboyant and impossibly difficult. It is an explanation enough for my Father to put geographical distance between us. Her whole life was a show of what she thought other people thought was important. She was full of pretentious opulence and false glamour. Like a Siamese cat, I was her ever present familiar. When I was too young to protest, she dressed me to match her outlandish outfits and drug me around as if I was her toy poodle.

Fortunately by the time I started school, she had quieted down and taken an alcoholic lover. It was then that she finally let me begin to lead a normal life. Of course all of these early excesses had a lifelong lasting effect on me.

I started school the same time as most kids but quickly skipped from third grade to fourth grade putting me in a room with kids a bit older. I don't want to say that I was smarter than everyone else, but third graders can be complete idiots. I didn't seem to have anything in common with them.

I think the qualities that helped me more than anything was that I started reading on my own very early and I read everything I could get my hands on. The other thing was that I started playing with myself by the age of seven. The funny thing was that at first, I didn't associate it with other people. It was just my secret way of pleasing myself and experiencing intense pleasure adding to the way I looked at life.
If I was reading a fantasy novel and I would read the description of some magical kingdom, I would play with myself and imagine that I was really there. So I guess you could really say that books were my first love.

Everything in school came to me quickly with little or no effort on my part. I had just turned 10 by the time I was supposed to go into the sixth grade when, at my Mother's insistence, I was skipped to the seventh grade. That put me right into the middle school with kids two and three years older.

Being much younger and much smaller posed special problems and advantages. Of the problems, I found that I really did have to try a lot harder to keep track of my classes and stay ahead of my studies. I needed to be clever enough to avoid bullies and sports jocks who were always trying to prove something. On the positive side girls were always trying to protect me and while I liked them and had fun with them, I had no interest beyond that.

I had no understanding why, but I began to notice and look at boys in class. Some were so cute, some were incredibly creepy and others had qualities I liked but didn't know why. I was years away from my own puberty but they were all right in the middle of theirs. Maybe it was in the air. Is it possible to get contact puberty? David got up and went to the front of the class. I looked at the way his pants fit his behind. Could it be that just breathing in their hormones was waking me up mentally? When he returned to his seat, I looked into his face. He had a twisted smile and he looked directly into my eyes. That's when I noticed his chipped tooth. I felt something go through my whole body.

I was a bookworm, a wimp, I was physically immature, I had a high voice and yet, I was entirely ready for what was next.


2. The School Bus.
We lived in the suburbs. My Mom was still trying to dress me each morning when she knew perfectly well that I could do it on my own. I let her do it and used the time to daydream. She stretches out my underpants and holds them down for me to step into each leg hole. Then she roughly pulled on my tee shirt. It was the one with the picture of a rabbit pulling a wagon.

"Carter! Did you do your homework last night?"

I said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yea, ye, y."

I sat with my chin resting on the kitchen table. A plate of steaming scrambled eggs in front of me.

I hate eggs.

My Mother was rushing back and forth and making a fuss over who knows what? When she wasn't looking, I folded my scrambled eggs into a paper napkin. It was so I could get rid of them somewhere else.

As if in a panic, she screamed. "Carter! Hurry up you'll miss your bus!"

Slowly, I slid off the chair and slowly I put on my jacket and slowly I walked out the door. I stood out on the curb in front of my house. My eyes were open but I was asleep. I dreamt I was flying. I was soaring up and down. I heard a loud sniff. I looked and it was Katelyn. Her nose was running. Our eyes met and then I went back to my daydream.

The bus pulled up and there was a loud squish and the door opened. School was ok, it was just getting to and from that was the problem. It took forever. Katelyn sat up next to the driver. That was fine with me. I made my way to the back of the bus. I slumped down in the seat so that my chin rested on my chest and my legs were spread and dangling. This bus ride goes on and on and on and on.

David stood there looking down at me. I looked at his broken front tooth. I didn't move from my slumped position. I just slyly moved my eyes up in his direction so that I could see him. The whole bus is empty and he sits next to me?

David reaches over and starts fiddling with my pants. My eyes open wide. He looks up to see if anyone on the bus can see him. Then he looks back at me and reassures me that it is ok. He slides his hand down my pants and takes hold of my penis. Why am I letting him do this? He pulls my pants and underpants part way down and starts fiddling with my dickie. It starts to glow and then the glow begins to spread through my body. He tickles my balls and my little cock stands up all by itself. He puts his hand down on my chest to keep me from sitting up and he continues to pull and stroke on my boner. With no other choice, I give in and relax.

Why can't this bus ride go on forever?

I looked over at David and he has something in his hand. It's his boner. Holding it tightly in his hand, He squirts pee on the back of the seat in front of us. This is definitely better than my usual daydream. I look up and Tommy, David's friend is in the seat in front of us and he is up on his knees looking down at me. He giggled his approval. He reaches down and tugs at my boner too. David sits up higher and tries to push his boner into my mouth. Both he and Tommy hold my head so I can't move away. They are both excited and giggling.

The bus is beginning to fill up but no one is going to tell because David and Tommy are tough guys. I try to hold them off until they stop but then they start it all over again. Soon I was blowing David on the bus on my way to school. I open my mouth and let him stick it in.

The bus pulls up in front of the school and the commotion of students leaving the bus put a sudden end to it.

Davis whispered in my ear. "Just you wait, I'm gonna get you on the way home."

I was untroubled by the prospect.


3. The Library
I went back to homeroom before lunch so I could get my backpack. I got it and walked down the hall towards the lunch room. I had plenty of time because I had study in the library after lunch. For a moment I was thinking about what happened on the way to school in the back of the bus and then, for some reason, I forgot all about it.

I stood in line and got my regular lunch. I got a sandwich that was sort of like an egg Mac muffin only without any eggs on it, just ham and cheese, an apple sauce, a small bag of cheese doodles and a milk.

It was the second lunch shift and not all that crowed so I found an empty table. I ate my apple sauce first, then my sandwich and then I opened my bag of cheese doodles. I don't know why but I like to line them up on my tray and then eat one at a time. I hold one up in front of me and then crunch, crunch and it's gone. Then I pick up another, careful not to get my fingers all orange.

I looked up and David, the one with the broken front tooth and his friend Tommy are standing there looking at me. They both sit at my table. David didn't say anything at first. He just looked at me. Tommy looked around to see who was sitting at the other tables then he looked at me too. There were acting all serious. I'll be honest, they both made me sort of nervous. David picked up a cheese doodle from the middle on my cheese doodle line up and ate it.

They were both bigger than me, what am I going to say? "Hey, those cheese doodles are mine!"

I pretended that it didn't bother me.

David didn't exactly look at me but he said in a low voice, "Carter, what's your next class?"

I said, "Um,..library study."

When I did, he looked at Tommy and smiled. Tommy took two of my cheese doodles and chomped them at once. I drank some of my milk careful not to spill it down the front of my shirt. Tommy silently watched me. I gathered all my re-claimable on my tray and got up to dispose of them. David and Tommy got up too.

"Hi Miss Cruller."

I thought all three of us walking in to the library together looked suspicious but she didn't seem to notice. I put my backpack down and went towards the isles of books. David and Tommy were right behind me. How could I be so stupid? I knew what was going on but I was pretending it wasn't. I disappeared behind a row of books and so did David and Tommy. David came up to me and he was grabbing his crotch.

Looking right into my face, he whispered to me, "Come on."

I looked at him and said, "What?"

Tommy was at the end of the isle. He was pretending to be looking at a picture book.
He had really stationed himself as a look out.

David said, "Suck my dick like you did on the bus."

He pulled it out and I looked at it. It was four inches and already very hard. He had his hand on my shoulder and he was pushing down on me.

"Come on, do it."

He pushed harder. "Come on!"

I resisted and then, I just sort of gave in. I got down and he stuck it in my mouth. He started a back and forth motion. I heard him sigh. I had to cross my eyes to see it going in and out of my mouth. Then I looked up at him. He was holding onto my hair with his hands. Tommy made a noise. David quickly stuffed his cock back into his pants and I pretended to be lugging a very heavy book from the bottom shelf.

"What are you three boys doing back here?"

David said, "We're working on a report together."

Ms. Cruller said, "Well, what's the report on?"

I blurted out, "Fossils!"

She said, "Well at least you're in the right section."

With that, she marched back to her desk. Tommy signaled when it was safe.


I had just had an opportunity to tell the librarian what was happening but I didn't. I could have followed her out of the hands of David and Tommy but I didn't. This time without David saying a word, I got down by myself and pulled David's cock out.
I didn't have to, but I wanted to.

He pulled it out of my mouth and started stroking it hard then stuck it back in. His whole body was shaking and he was gasping.

When David recovered, all three of us went back to the table carrying books to ward off suspicion.

We aimlessly flipped through pages of books until Tommy said to me, "My turn."

I got up and followed Tommy back behind the books. When I got back there, he had it out and was stroking it up and down. His cock was much bigger than David's. He put his hand on top of my head to hold me in place. I watched while he stroked getting it ready.
I liked doing it to Tommy more than David and he had something David didn't have, ...Sex juice. A lot of sex juice. I didn't know any better so I spit it out on the floor.

Tommy and I came out from behind the books and sat back at the table with David.
I felt good, but very dizzy. Then, David and Tommy got up.

David said, "We got to go. We're supposed to be in PE."

I watched them walk out.


To be continued