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: Lunchroom Diplomacy


Treg was sitting alone at lunch with his nose in a book. 

Holding my tray I nudged him. "Can I sit here with you?"

He looked slightly dazed from thought and said, "Sure."

I opened my Cheese Doodles and lined them up on my tray.  He was reading about history or something and even though I was sitting across from him and staring at him, he just went on reading.  I nibbled on my eggless mcmuffin.

Finally I said, "Hey."

He looked up.

I went on, "How come you're always so serious?"

He appeared to give it thought and then said, "I don't know, I guess I don't have anything better to do."

He went back into his book.  "Hey, how old are you?"

He told me he was 13.

I said, "Well you look a lot older to me."

He said, "Maybe that's because you are a snotty little wimp!"

I smiled at him and he finally smiled back.  This encouraged me to think that he might like me after all.

"Are you reading about mythology, I like mythology."

He said,  "No, I'm reading about the American Revolution War.  It's sort of interesting, George Washington and all."

I asked him if he knew who Prometheus was or Icarus and if he knew about Eurydice being kidnapped by Hades and taken to the underworld."

He confessed that he didn't.  "Where'd you learn all about that stuff?"

I told him that I started reading very early.

It was finally time for me to hatch my plot.  "Um,.. My mother says that I might have to be tutored."

Treg gave me a surprised look and listened.  "Do you think you might like to come over and tutor me in plane geometry?"

Treg looked doubtful. "I don't know Carter, My parents have me booked me in all these extra activities and I'm in the chess club and the math club and ...."

"It would be only for a few times to help over this tough part."

Treg was slowly shaking his head, no.  "Carter, I don't see how I can make the time."

"My Mother said that she'd pay you, maybe $10 each time?"

Now Treg was giving it serious thought.  To show you what a corrupting influence I am I suggest that he skip the chess club a few times.

I said, "Treg, who's gonna know?"

I had provided him with a plausible alibi. 

He said, "Ok, Wednesday, after school.  I could tell my Mother that they are having a trial tournament and I might be late."

Treg just demonstrated his complicity by embellishing the ruse I had constructed for him.


At the end of the day, I retrieved my cell from my locker, turned it on and started walking towards the bus.  Almost immediately it jingled.

I saw that it was David. "What!"

"Carter, it's me,"

"I know it's you, what do you want?"

His voice seemed urgent. "Carter, Can we hook-up?"

Like I didn't know. "Why?"

"You know why!"

I acted like I was annoyed with him. "Why, so you can use me to get off?.. I got better things to do."

Now the normal thing to do would be just to hang up,.. but I didn't.

David yelled into the phone. "Better things to do, like what?"

Rather than to drag a pointless argument on and on, I said, "Ok, come over, I should be home in about an hour.

I knew it was about David getting his cock sucked and of course I wanted to do it but,  if I had said, "Yes, yes, tell me where to go and I'll be there waiting!"

David's would become a cocky asshole and he would sooner spit at me than to treat me like a human. Eventually, he would discard me like trash and move on.   I wanted to be the one to move on.  He really should thank me because my obstinacy only heighten the excitement of the experience.

David met me at the side garage door.

He was sweaty from the bike ride.  "You sure your Mom won't come in here?" 

I opened his pants and pulled out his erect cock.  The secret truth was that I liked doing it as much as he liked having me do it.   I pulled his pants and under pants down to his ankles and he pulled up his tee shirt and trapped it under his chin.  I had learned that sucking wasn't the only way.  Recently I started using my tongue on belly and balls.   I probed his butthole with my finger and he finally let go, squirting the roof of my mouth with his watery cum.  

David put himself back together, mounted his bike and I watched him quickly ride down the street.  He was gone leaving only his wicked scent on my finger.  




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