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?!?"