Duncan_Revisited
DUNCAN REVISITED
NOTE: This is entirely fiction and the original work of the author. Contains sexuality and vulgarity. Not appropriate for readers under the age of 13. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
"hence, an equation is only true if any value of the given variable will satisfy it," said Mr. Kormer. The nearly bald algebra teacher looked around the room to see if anyone had their hands raised with a question.
He was not at all surprised to find that there were none. Unbeknownst to him, his students had concocted a nickname for him that rode the line between childish foolery and grave offense. They called him the Coroner, because "everyone drops dead asleep in his class." Adrian Pascual had gotten a good many chuckles to his credit when he came up with that one.
"So, with that in mind," The Coroner said. He was looking around his class of largely bored, tired and disinterested students like a sniper lining up his crosshairs. He was looking for someone who was awake; someone who was at least on the ball even if they weren't beaming with enthusiasm. It'd be amusing to embarrass someone who wasn't, but it would be far more beneficial to the rest of the class to find someone who was. "If 3x-3=0, is x=1 a true equation?" His eyes narrowed as he found his target. "Mr. Duncan?"
Dave Duncan sat in the 4th seat of the 2nd row from the window. If he had been one row over, he would probably spend all his time gazing out the window at the grass below and would subsequently fail the class. Likewise, were he one seat behind his current position, the endless flow of chatter and chicanery from the less than apt pupils (Adrian Pascual and Bobby Taylor) in the back of the room would surely prevent him from learning a darn thing.
Even given the virtue of his seat location, it was still an uphill battle for Dave not to fall asleep. Math had been a thorn in his side since 8th grade when it stopped being fun and started getting hard, and Algebra II was another petal on the deadly flower. Nonetheless, he had worked and he was passing with an 82 average. which left him plenty of room in case the dark forces which compelled him took over and he fell asleep. It boggled Dave's mind how his friend Brian Malloy could possibly like this stuff.
When The Coroner asked his question, Dave was in the middle of a daydream. It was a beautiful day and Dave was having a picnic lunch with his girlfriend Steph. She was spread out on a tablecloth on the grass, wearing only the light that the sun cast upon her He had been keeping one ear open to reality just in case. "Not always," he answered slowly. It required only a second's thought. Yet answered too quickly would make him look like a grade-A dork. It was bad enough that he had to deal with what people thought of him in other aspects.
"Could you tell me why?" asked the Coroner. "Well." Dave said, this time pausing because he actually had to think. "X could equal zero." "How very true, Mr. Duncan." Dave just shrugged and nodded. About 10 minutes later, The Coroner dictated homework problems like he was Moses handing down the 10 Commandments. Most people had awoken form their slumber at this point, and with good reason. The last class of the day was nearly over, after all.
Following the ringing of the bell, there was a mass exodus from the depths of the Coroner's classroom. Dave Duncan stood up, gathered his books, paused to adjust his shirt, and left. He traveled the crowded and noisy halls until he found his locker. No sooner had he set his books down then did he hear someone utter, "yoink!" and abscond with them. Dave turned around to see that it was just Fred Sharpe. He relaxed and grinned.
"I'd tell you to keep them," he said jokingly. "But I don't want to have to pay fines." "How about I keep them anyway?" said Fred. "Then you can steal Brian's books. He'll freak." Jared Woods arrived on the scene a moment later, his hands buried in his pockets and a perplexed look on his face. "What are you two nucks doing?" Jared asked slyly. 'Nucks' was a word they used to casually insult each other. Jared thought of it stood for 'knuckleheads', Dave believed it to be a contraction of 'numb freaks', Brian used it as a form of 'no such luck' and Fred, their resident 3 Stooges fan, associated it with Curly Howard and the stupidity that accompanied him.
"Just waiting for Brian," Dave answered. "Hey J," Fred said. "Bet those hands are busy at work in your pants." "Nah, that'd only make you jealous," Fred retorted. "I wouldn't be surprised," said Brian as he approached. "HeyDave wanted to steal all your books," Fred told him. Dave punched him briefly on the arm and he backed off a bit. Dave tossed his unneeded books in his locker, grabbed his jacket and put it on while kicking the locker closed with his foot. After locking up, the quartet was on the verge of departing when a female voice bid them to wait up.
Dave turned around to find Stephanie Chilla staring at him indignantly.
"Trying to leave without me, huh?" she asked.
"I thought you were at a club."
"Meeting got cancelled."
"Oh," he said, leaning in and allowing her to kiss him. "That's too bad." He kissed back.
The quintet, swept up in conversation, marched out of the school and boarded a yellow school bus. It was the very same kind of bus that each of them had ridden to and from school for the duration of their educational careers (all 2 years shy from completion, except for Steph who was a year younger, and Fred, who was always on the verge of getting himself in a lot of trouble).
The bus sat 3 a seat on one side and 2 on the other. Dave sat next to Steph and across from his 3 amigos. The bus was set to depart, but before it did, another passenger entered. "Don't be tryin to leave without me, man" he scolded the driver. "That stuff is not cool."
"Hey Sabrien, get a car why don't ya?" the driver replied.
"Oh, I will," remarked Matt Sabrien. "And when I do, I'm gonna honk my horn at this slow-ass bus of yours every darn day."
"Take a seat," the driver said gruffly. Matt sat down in front of Fred, Jared and Brian. Behind them were Matt's friends: Bob Taylor, Kevin Womack and Vince Gilerno. Across from those 3 bad apples sat Adrian Pascual, an oddly predatory smile visible on a face that seemed boyishly innocent.
"Ahoy Malloy," said Bob, rubbing his knuckles into Brian's hair.
"Cut it out!" he rebuked.
"Heya Gilerno," Fred piped up in his intentionally atrocious Italian accent. "Howsa ita goin?"
"Uppa your ass," Gilerno replied, unamused.
"Hey Woods," Matt said to Jared. "You still got that Tim Wakefield signed ball?"
"Wakefield's garbage this season," said Kevin. Matt shot him a look that read 'shutup.' Kevin said no more.
"Yeah, why?" Jared questioned.
"I'll give you $20 for it," he said. "There's this chick I'm trying to get with and she has some kind of thing for him. Like she'll jump up and down and yell 'Go Tim!' whenever he's pitching. I'd tell her that she could go ahead and have himif she didn't have such a great ass. Nice tits too; they bounce when she moves."
Dave shot Matt a look of disgust. He didn't appreciate it when he talked like that in front of his girlfriend (or in front of any female for that matter). The two of them had a complicated history, and while they were not friends, they had built a sort of mutual respect for one another over the years. Matt didn't acknowledge Dave's look, but he said no more about the object of his lust. Instead, he repeated his offer to Jared.
"Well, I dunno" Jared told him, contemplating.
"Come on," Matt urged. "It ain't worth that much."
"It's worth however much you're dumb enough to pay for it," said Adrian.
"Shut the freak up," Matt snapped at him. There was no love lost between those two. "OK.how about $25? Final offer."
Jared shrugged and stared at Dave. Dave shrugged back.
"OK, deal," Jared said at last.
"My man!" Matt exclaimed, giving him a hi-five.
"You should take out an insurance policy in case you don't score," Bob suggested. "Like he has to give you a refund or sumthin."
"What do you mean 'if'?" Matt retorted. Bob said no more.
The bus ride continued like that until Dave got off at his stop. He had bidden farewell to Fred and Brian (and Matt and his entourage as well thankfully) a few stops ago. He, Jared and Steph all got off the bus and walked in the same direction. Dave and Steph held hands and Jared began humming the tune to a song he heard the other day on the radio. Jared parted company a few minutes later and Dave and Steph walked into Dave's empty house still holding hands.
Chapter 2
They were alone in Dave's room, kissing passionately. His parents might not have approved had they been there; but they weren't. Stephanie's stepparents didn't give a shit and would have had little to say anyway as their biological daughter was a slut of some repute.
As they kissed, Dave placed one hand on the swell of her breasts and the other to push a few strands of her honey-blonde hair gently away from her beautiful face. Stephanie's hands delved towards Dave's lower anatomy. She quickly unzipped his pants and allowed them to drop to the floor, revealing a large white disposable diaper.
Even though Dave had been changing himself at school for months and was getting better at it, the diaper had still managed to bunch up in the back. It was inevitable unless he wore extremely bulky clothes. Doing that, however, just might entitle him to another round of teasing and torment by his peers. Steph moved her hand over the bulge in the front of his diaper and up to his behind. She adjusted it so it was no longed bunched up. It now began to sag slightly.
"Is baby wet?" she asked. Dave nodded. He almost never changed himself at home. Usually, his mom handled that chore. On this particular occasion, however, the responsibility (although it was really a pleasure) fell to Steph. Dave nodded. He felt his erection press against the taut confines of his diaper. He noticed Steph's nipples harden as well as she continued to inspect him. She reached her hand back across the front of his diaper, brushed his crotch briefly, and touched his butt again. This time, she pulled back on the elastic waste band a bit. "No poopies?" she asked, pretending to sound disappointed. "They'll be coming along pretty soon," Dave told her. She removed her hand.
"I'll let you take care of that," she said, a tad embarrassed at her intrusion. Dave nodded and made his way over to the bathroom. He thought about loading up the back of his diaper anyway and presenting that to Steph. It'd be funny, but he didn't want to do that to her. She had been very understanding with his problem. which actually wasn't a problem since they both rather enjoyed it.
Dave Duncan was the sole offspring of demanding parents. He never quite met their expectations (though they loved him nonetheless) or the world's for that matter. He had only recently begun to meet his own. As long as he was satisfied with himself, he would make do. He only began becoming satisfied with himself when he began wearing diapers. It started as a fetish, but following a botched suicide attempt and a face-to-face talk with his mom, it was now a fulltime lifestyle. Dave's parents knew and they approved.
Dave's friends knew and they were cool with it. Dave's enemies knew and they didn't care. Most importantly, Steph knew and she thought it was cute. He allowed himself to become her baby from time to time, and that brought them both great enjoyment. It wasn't merely the fact that Dave loved Steph and would do anything for her, it was the fact that Steph respected him enough so that he didn't feel ridiculous appearing before her in a diaper. She had as much emotional baggage as he did, maybe even more, but as long as they were together, all seemed to be well.
Dave pulled his diaper down and sat on the toilet. He took his poop, wiped himself, and turned his attention to his wet diaper. Should he relieve that now or wait to see what was in store for him when he got out of the bathroom. He decided on the latter, washed his hands and returned to his room carrying his wet diaper. He tossed it into the pail in the corner.
"3 points!" he exclaimed. Dave had competed in a regional basketball tournament last summer and his team did pretty well for itself. Stephanie was sitting on Dave's bed with her legs crossed. She was holding another disposable diaper and pointed to the plastic changing mat on the bed.
"Why another disposable?" Dave asked. He usually wore disposable in public; cloth and plastic pants when at home.
"Well" Steph said, blushing. "This could getum.sticky and I don't want your mom finding any unexpected surprises when she does laundry."
"Oh, OK," Dave said, taking his shirt off. A small silver cross hung around his neck. He removed it, kissed it gently and set it aside. Then he lunged at his bed and landed butt-first on the changing mat.
"You almost knocked me off!" Stephanie scolded, grinning as the bed shook. She was wearing a velvety silver top that exposed her belly button and a pair of tight black pants. Her hair fell behind her head in two delicate braids. In Dave's mind (and in the minds of many other high school boys), she looked HOT. She was a total BABE.
The irony of that is that when Dave first met her, she was even more shy than he was. She remained shy and modest for a long time ('looks are my step-sister's department,' she would always say) until, after listening to Dave Duncan's repeated proclamations, she realized that she was beautiful. And since Dave thought she was beautiful no matter what she looked like, she decided to dress up a bit. Oh sure, she still had plenty of outfits (most of them brightly colored or somewhat childish) that would embarrass the ultra-fashionable in-crowd, but for the past few months, if she went somewhere, people would actually look at her instead of looking right through her. It might have been shallow, but it felt good.
"Lift up," she commanded gently, and Dave elevated his bum. Steph slid the disposable diaper underneath him and he brought his butt gently to rest on it. She doused him quickly with power, not taking the time to rub it into the folds of his delicate skin as he was aroused enough already, and taped the diaper shut.
Dave was 6'1" and solid but by no means a stud. He was short and fat as a little kid, then, following a growth spurt, he became tall and lanky. Sports were his double-edged sword: they were both his pride and his shame. Always a dedicated student, Dave never gave athletics more than a passing interest. He played baseball as a 10 year old as it was the one sport he watched on TV and the one sport his parents didn't object to him playing. He was fat, slow and a clumsy fielder. But everyone once in awhile. he could really put one over the fence. It wasn't enough for him to keep playing, however, and his days on the diamond were done with at age 12.
Then came his growth spurt and basketball. He didn't embrace it at first, but soon found himself shooting around at the park on bored and lonely days. Pretty soon, it was shooting with and against others. After awhile, it kicked in, "hey. I might actually be good at this." Dave tried out for the school team and they nearly laughed him off. They said he lacked aggression and grace, both of which were true. He kept at it though and wouldn't quit, even when his parents began telling him he should spend more time studying and less time playing ball (their excuse even though he was averaging an A- at the time). He became better and stronger and was able to hold down a roster spot. Following a 23-point performance against a hated rival, he was a starter. Then came the attention.
The attention was an odd thing for Dave to accept. The same crowd of phonies that, on any given day, would embrace him as their basketball hero, would undoubtedly turn on him like a rabid dog if they knew he wore diapers. The only people who knew were his friends and guys like Matt, and guys like Matt didn't give a darn about the phonies. The phonies knew about him and Steph and considered them the odd couple of the school. Angelina Jolie and Billy Bob Thornton, squared. What in the hell was that shy but cute basketball star doing with that flaky bitch who was a year younger than him, they would wonder. What indeed. And if they knew about the ritual that occurred every time Dave and Steph were alone, they would wonder some more. Only this time they would be wondering more and more about how to make their lives hell.
Steph was straddling him now, her knees positioned to either side of his diapered waist. She ran her fingers through his wavy brown hair and smiled at him gently. She felt very lucky to have him. He was mesmerized by her stare and gently touched her face. The pressure produced by his throbbing member was incredible. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out.
"Steph" he began.
"Shh," she said gently, and hushed him by sticking a pacifier in his mouth. The pacifier was not meant for any baby and fit him well. It was blue, his favorite color, and he spent many hours sucking on it late at night, clutching his teddy bear and contemplating how lucky, how goddarn lucky he was after all.
Steph then took a second pacifier, this one being pink, and handed it to Dave. He gently eased it between her lips and slipped the cord it was on behind her head so it would no fall out. Steph looked at him. Dave looked at her. They said nothing. They didn't have to.
A few minutes later, they were having a friendly conversation and a snack. Dave had not bothered putting anything on to cover his diaper and the iced tea that he drank came to his lips via an oversized baby bottle. He hoped to drink enough to have reason for Stephanie to change him again before she went home.
Stephanie was telling Dave about how it saddened her that her younger sister Katie was growing up so fast. Dave gently reminded her that nobody can stay young forever and they both burst out into laughter, as he was clad in just a diaper when he made this statement. At that point, the phone rang
Chapter 3
Jared Woods, like his friend Dave, was an only child. He had an older sister who had long since moved out on her own and whom he had not seen in years. Both of his parents worked, and they worked quite hard. Jared had worked too, taking on a paper route or doing odd jobs when he sensed from his mom that dad might become a victim of downsizing. Fortunately, this was never actually the case and Jared never had to work long. In ways that nobody else but him could understand, this upset him.
Also like Dave, Jared had always been shy. Unlike Dave, he hadn't undergone much change. Growing up, Dave was a short, fat kid that bullies made fun of sometimes when they were done picking on all the short, skinny kids. Jared was, and had always been tall. At 6'2", he was taller then Dave, but had not filled out. Bullies paid him no attention and neither did anyone else for that matter. Jared was a very easygoing person. It was his nature to live and let live. He was no pushover and would put his fists up if he had to, but his was not an explosive personality.
If woe befell him and Dave equally (but in different ways of course), they sure as hell handled it differently. Dave tried to kill himself; Jared could never do anything like that. Dave had found an outlet; Jared hadn't. As a result, Dave was happy, and Jared wasn't.
Jared put his books down, peeled himself a banana and finished it in three bites. As he discarded the peel, a question snuck into his mind like a snake winding through tall grass. Could it be possible that he was a tad envious of his friend Dave? Well now lets see: neither one of them were rich and famous yet, so probably not. Dave didn't seem to have anything that Jared didn't except for perhaps higher self-esteem. And for that, he was perhaps, a tad envious.
There was a poster in Jared's room that he supposed everyone he knew was jealous of. It depicted a man who had literally been peeled away much like the skeletal or muscular system cross-sections that can be found in biology books. However, this man looked so much more real. Above his skull were the words, "Now Let's See What You're Made Of, Punk." All of Jared's friends thought the poster was fantastic; Jared thought it was funny in an unusual sort of way.
To the right of the poster lay Jared's bulletin board. He was always writing himself notes. Half the time, he forgot to read them and wound up throwing them away in disgust after the time passed for him to have done what he was supposed to do. Today, he remembered to read the board. There was a single note pinned up there that, and its message seemed to stare at Jared with suspicion. "Call Megan."
Megan, technically speaking, was Jared's girlfriend. He met her through Dave (yet another reason perhaps for him to feel envy), and like Dave, her choice of undergarments tended to run on the thick and fluffy side. She had always been a bed wetter, she confided in Jared, and diapers were just her mom's way of punishing her. In time, she grew to accept them and even like them, and after she reached puberty, she was hooked. Jared supposed a girl who wore diapers would disgust some guys and other guys would find it intensely erotic. It took him awhile for him to discover what his own feelings were, and ultimately, he found he didn't have any feelings one way or another.
Jared and Megan got along so well at first not only because Jared was the only guy other than Dave (who was taken) that seemed OK with her diapers, but because they both were in like predicaments. They both seemed to be outside of everything; on the fringe. To one side lay the people who thought the world was a splendid place, and to the other side were those who gave up on life entirely. They were caught in the middle and were together in their relative loneliness.
Jared read the note, crumpled it up, and tossed it aside. Things had not been going well between him and Megan lately. A big factor in the problems of their relationship was the fact that they lived in separate towns. They were only able to see each other on weekends. What used to be a rendezvous every weekend had been cut back to every other week when one or both of them got bogged down in work for school and other things. Jared knew enough to realize that this wasn't a good thing for either of them.
Even when they were together, there was some distance between them. Megan was a full six months younger than Jared, but she seemed so mature; so worldly. That intimidated Jared a bit as he felt relatively naïve by comparison. Another part of her seemed very confused and vulnerable and that scared Jared even more. She was looking to him for support that he didn't think he could give. He was a good friend because guys like Dave and Fred demanded relatively little from him. Guys like Matt would always find him useful. But when it came to intimate, open relationships, Jared struck out.
He remembered an occasion not to long ago when they were together at Megan's. She had wet her diaper and was asking him for a change. It was raining out and Jared could hear the patter of rainfall against the roof. The wind cut through the air in a distinct woosh. "My mom would say its raining cats and dogs," Megan commented. She was lying on her bed with her feet in the air, talking to Jared as he carefully went about removing his pants. "What do you think that means?"
"I dunno," Jared answered. Then, a grin formed on his face. "Maybe there was an explosion at the pound and we're feeling it just now." "That's horrible!" Megan exclaimed as her pink diaper came into view. It sagged on her smallish hips and felt clammy but not entirely uncomfortable. Jared nodded; it was pretty bad. It sounded like something Fred would have said.
"Actually, I think it means something in old English," Jared told her. He popped off the tapes on her diaper and she wiggled her butt around a bit. "Yeah," she agreed. "That's probably it." She giggled as he tickled her most sensitive area with a wipe and began to purr.
"Maybe next time I'll just say its raining dogs and Megans," Jared said. He finished changing her and they messed around a bit. They had both been happy.
Now it had been two weeks since he had seen her last, and their most recent appearance had not been joyous. There had been concerns about the emotional distance they felt from one another as well as the physical distance. She had been upset that Jared couldn't open up a bit more and he had been upset that she couldn't stand on her own two feet. "I've got to call," Jared said. "She probably won't want to talk to me, but I've got to call."
He picked up the phone and dialed
Chapter 4
"Quit it, you nuck!" Brian cautioned as Fred flung cookie crumbs at him. "Nyuck nyuck," Fred answered and threw the entire napkin at him. "That's it," Brian said impatiently. "I'm going home. You and your history paper can follow this napkin." He then threw the napkin away. "Dude, relax," Fred said. "I was just playing. Come on, man." Brian frowned at him. "Please. I need this."
Brian sighed. "All right. but only because we're out of cookies at my house." "You have any chips?" Fred asked suddenly. "I'll come over and we'll party all night long!" "You're impossible," Brian answered.
Fred Sharpe and Brian Malloy were an odd choice for best friends. Both were of a stocky build and both had similar tastes in music, movies, etc. That's where the similarities ended. Like Dave, Brian was the only child of demanding parents. Unlike Dave, his parents could be downright tightasses with little or no understanding of what it is like to be young. The fact that Brian was more intelligent then a lot of kids his age did nothing to alleviate the pressure placed on him. He was growing into a thoughtful and conscientious young man.
He was also growing, slowly and surely, into a nervous wreck. Fortunately, friends like Fred, Jared and Dave were there to keep him grounded and in good humor. Neither Fred, nor his younger sister Sarah, fell under the weight of such severe expectations. Fred's dad was a Marine who wasn't around for the earlier part of his son's childhood. That and the acute learning disorder Fred was diagnosed with did not make things easy for his mother. She took things in stride and raised
Fred as right as she could, scolding him a lot but watching him turn out OK. She thanked God that his friends seemed OK and weren't a bunch of no-good hooligans. Though the distance between them (a distance that made the gap between Jared and Megan seem inconsequential by comparison) was substantial, Fred's father gradually began to accept him and put up with his antics with considerably better humor then he would have five years earlier.
Fred and Brian often went over each other's houses after school. There were ups and downs to this: Fred didn't like the contemptuous look Mrs. Malloy gave him and Brian wasn't too fond of Sarah's occasional intrusion. However, having Fred around gave Brian needed pause from the pressures of his work and Fred was relieved that he had a friend who understood what was being taught in school while he was busy goofing around.
"Darnit," Brian muttered.
"What you working on?" Fred asked.
"Chemistry. It's a pain."
"Ouch," Fred replied. "What you need is some music to put your mind at ease. And while I go put on some tunes, you can explain all this
Antitrust Act bullstuff to me."
"Freak you," Brian retorted.
"Ooh, breakin out the bad words," Fred taunted. "What else you got, you four eyed freak?"
Brian shook his head and went back to his chem. work. Fred walked over to his stereo and inserted the Slipknot CD. Pretty soon, the room was filled with the brutal echoes of guitars and Fred singing along in terrible harmony, "I felt the hate rise up in me."
"That song is soooo old," called Sarah from the doorway.
"Then how come you wanted to borrow the CD from me?" Fred asked his sister. Sarah was now a teenager herself, and having two adolescents under the same roof led to its share of conflicts. "Only because Corey Taylor is hot," she replied. "Otherwise, I wouldn't want anything of yours."
"You don't even know what Corey looks like!" Fred replied. "He's got a mask on. Besides, my stuff is good. Better than that Backstreet Boys trash I here coming from your room." "It's not Backstreet Boys, its N'Sync," she said defensively.
"Whatever" "Could the both of your please shut the hell up!" Brian interjected. His tone was angry, but his voice lacked much authority and both Sarah and
Fred brust into laughter. Brian himself soon followed. "I was wondering who was up here," said Sarah. "I thought it was somebody important. Nahits just Brian."
"Nice to see you too," he commented. "Well, anyway, I've got more important things to do. Bye!" The moment her back was turned to leave, Fred began making obscene farting noises. Sarah walked away in disgust.
Later, after their work was done and they had gone through two CD's and a box of crackers, they began making plans for the weekend. "Fred." Cautioned Brian.
"What?" Fred asked. "I didn't even say anything." "But you were going to."
"So?" "No. I don't want to do anything crazy. Not this time. not right now. OK?"
"Maybe Dave and Jarred do." "I doubt it. Besides, what do you have in mind?"
"What do you care if your not interested?"
"Alright, OK"
WRITTEN BY: Zac Goldstein
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