I must preface this story by saying that it is pure fantasy. As you might know, I don't always write fantasy. Sometimes I write fact disguised as fantasy. It's up to you to tell the difference. I avoid the usual disclaimers because, I figure, why are you here in the first place? Wouldn't you like to be surprised for a change?

What Me and Mozart Have in Common:
by Larkin, .... jet2larkin (at) gmail (.) com
July 2012, copyright

5. Squares and Balls:

Maybe the reason why parents are so afraid of their kids learning about real sex and not the kind that the gym teacher tells us about is that we'll become more interested in jerking off than geometry or English class. Actually this is totally true. Thinking about David or Tommy now occupies about half my time and I must admit that squeezing in my school work is a struggle... but I don't care.

While I liked my sex experiments with Tommy and David, I was beginning to lose interest in them. They could be perfect assholes when they wanted to be and I guess anything gets old after awhile. Now when they approach me I act snotty and disagreeable. Fortunately this is not enough to discourage them so they try other methods.

I promise you, begging does not work.

Being bold and pushy does work and once I give in, it can be the most exciting.

~

The teacher is just not holding my interest and my mind begins to wander. Gnawing on the eraser end of my pencil my eyes settle on Treg. He is looking down into the text that we are supposed to be studying and then up intently at the teacher who is giving us descriptions of diameters and areas of squares and balls.

I am wondering if he might like me? Next to a grown-up, Treg still looks like a kid, next to me he looked like a man... He taller than David by half a foot and has sort of wavy brown hair. Un like the three of us, Treg didn't look like he had sex on his mind all the time like Tommy, David and me.

I was introduced to sex by rat-faced David and Tommy. Now it was my turn to do the introducing...Even if it failed, it would be good practice.

I bumped up against him on the way out of class. He didn't notice me.

"Hey." He looked preoccupied.

"Hey!" I barely came up to his chest. He turned and looked down at me smiling up at him.

"Hey, I have a problem maybe you could help me." He just sort of stared at me.

I said, "Treg, right?"

He said, "Yes."

"Um what is pi? I sort of get it but where does it come from?"

Treg slipped out of his backpack and stooped down to my level. He pulled out a note book to write on.

Pi is the relationship between the circumference and the diameter. So if you know the diameter you can always just multiply pi, 3.1416, by the diameter to find out the circumference.

I blinked and said, "Really."

If course I knew this stuff but in my mind, I was hatching a brilliant plan.

~

“Carter, try not to get separated. I don't want to have to go looking all over for you."

I didn't really like going to the Mall but since I discovered Tommy and David and now Treg, my world had just opened up. There were boys everywhere. Some were with their parents. Some were in groups or with girl friends and some were wandering around all alone. I ignored boys my age or younger and mostly concentrated on boys that looked thirteen and up. I liked the clothes they wore and I like their hats. Some wore ball caps and some wore sock hats, some had back packs. Some even carried skate boards and a lot of them had Ipods and cell phones. Their clothes were all way over sized but I could tell how skinny and cute they were underneath. I tried to picture them naked and wondered if their dick was like David's or Tommy's or Treg's, not having seen his yet, I'm just guessing. I really wanted to know. I saw a really cute boy walking in my direction. He was looking straight at me but, not really because he was talking on his cell. He walked right passed me without looking back or anything.

I looked up at my Mother and said, "Can I have a cell phone?"

She laughed, "What would you want a cell phone for?"

Her answer really irritated me. I said, "What if I use my money, will you sign?"

She stopped and was considering a good reason to say no, when a girl my age passed right by her. She had a cell phone pressed to her ear. We both looked at the same time and our eyes followed her off.
Suddenly my Mother's "No" seemed less reasonable.

She wanted to say no, but after a long pause, she reluctantly said ..."Oh ok."

I was so excited. My new phone came with a charger and ring tones and a camera to take pics. I almost peed my pants right there in the middle of the mall. I couldn't wait to get home and charge it up.

My room was dark and I was in bed. I pressed the on button on my new phone and a swirley red screen lit up my face and it was followed with a tinkling jingle. I put in David's number in the memory, I put in Tommy's number in the memory.

I had to call someone. I pressed the key for David. It rang and rang.

Finally a voice said, "Hello?"

I said, "Is David there?”

The voice at the other end bellowed. "I don't know who this is but you had better think twice before calling at this hour ever again. It is after eleven!" She hung up.

I thought to myself, "Oops"

~

My Mother made French toast. I decided that this was as good a time as ever to hatch my plan.

"I'm really glad you made them let me skip the third into the fourth grade."

She listened and sipped her coffee.

And I'm really glad that you got them to skip me from the 6th into the 7th but it is really much tougher. I have all different classes now."

A look of alarm crossed my Mother's face. "Carter, do you think it was too much? Do you really think that you should go back to the 6th grade?"

I had to quickly soothe her fears. "No, I'm doing well in most of my subjects but I might need some tutoring in math."

She made a peculiar frown.. "But Carter, I always thought you were a whiz with numbers."

"Well I just need a little help understanding circumference of squares and balls and this kid says he'll tutor me."

My Mother walked right into the trap... "Well how much do you think he'll charge? I mean, Carter honey it would be terrible if you had to go back to the 6th grade.."

I said, "I don't know, maybe about $10."

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