©️ JRydher, JRydher1 2023
Everyone in this story engaging in sex is at least 18 years of age.
This is part one of a multi-part story. The first part has a good amount of background info before getting to "the action". I hope you enjoy!
Stewart Lewis was born in a multi-generation family in a small town in Wisconsin. It was a factory town where all the families were close and the kids all grew up together. Both of Stewart's parents worked at the factory as did one or both of just about every child's parents in the town. It was a tight knit community, where everyone knew everyone...and their business...but it was idyllic. There were 4th of July picnics, Christmas caroling, Memorial Day parades, etc. It was small town America to a tee. But, it was also one of those towns that relied solely on the ups and downs of the factory.
Rumors began to circulate that the parent company was having financial issues. People were worried, but there had been similar rumors before and each time the factory survived. But, one winter's day, when Stewart was 12, the rumors came true. The factory closed down and with it hundreds of jobs. It didn't take long for the town to become a ghost town. With so many jobs reliant on the factory, people moved out in droves. Stewart's mom and Dad, Jim and Shirley, eventually found jobs at an automaker in Southern California. It was a big move, but the thought of no more hard winters appealed to the family. Pre-teen Stewart was sad to lose all his friends, but his sunny outlook on life and his parent's words of encouragement gave him the confidence that he would do well in his new school and environment. They couldn't have been further from the truth.
Things were great at first; they had a small house in a decent neighborhood. It kind of reminded the Lewis family of their town back in Wisconsin. But, the biggest differences between their old home and their new town of Los Marquez, was that they lived on the proverbial other side of the tracks. It was considered to be the poor side of town and the wealthier families looked down their noses at those who lived there. It was a shock to the system of the entire family, but especially to the intelligent, sensitive newly minted teenager. The difference between his "true home" and his new home were felt immediately.
From day one of middle school, other kids teased Stewart mercilessly. They made fun of his name, "Oh Stewie Lewie", his clothing, his hair, his lack of coordination...just about anything they could think of. The treatment only got worse as Stewart got older. Kids resented Stewart's brilliance. They gave him swirlies in the toilet, stuffed him in his locker, stole his lunch and/or lunch money, and poured paint, mustard, ketchup and everything else on him. They did everything they could to cause him embarrassment and indignity. At first, there were many nights when Stewart cried himself to sleep and complained to his parents about wanting to go back Wisconsin. It didn't help that the school administration usually punished those responsible with nothing more than a slap on the wrist. Like most places, money talked and the majority of the kids picking on Stewart came from wealthy families.
The worst abuser of all was Brad Wallace, a football player and a grade 'A' asshole. The star running back was a leader on the football field, and unfortunately for Stewart, a leader of bad behavior off the field. The team followed Brad's lead in heaping abuse on Stewart. As if things weren't bad enough, they had a showing of the 1999 film "Stuart Little" at school. After that, Brad and company started calling him "Stewart little dick". The girls were no better, especially those in the popular crowd of cheerleaders and self-professed beauty queens. They were sometimes worse at shoveled loads of crap on Stewart.
Stewart desperately missed his old classmates. They were able to zoom and text message, but it wasn't the same, and, as you would expect, many of them drifted apart after leaving Wisconsin. He led a very lonely life. Sunday nights were stressful for Stewart and he often had trouble falling asleep. He used to look forward to going to school. Now, he hoped to get through the day without being bullied. He still loved to learn, he just wished he could be home schooled or go to a private school, but neither one of those was in the cards. Stewart couldn't wait to go off to college and never ever come back to Los Marquez again.
Then one week in April of his senior year, Stewart's life changed. No one saw it coming and the week certainly didn't start out that way. On Monday morning the school bus pulled up as usual. Stewart sat in the back as always and was last off the bus after it arrived at school. He looked on as the students met up with their cliques and entered Los Marquez High School. As usual, Stewart walked in alone. By the time the afternoon rolled around, Stewart had given the day a B-. That's how he made it through his days, by assessing each of them and writing about his experiences in his journal. There, he could vent his spleen about his anger, his frustration, and his loneliness and sadness. Stewart loved the end of the day, but he also dreaded it. That's because his last class of the day was the one that Stewart hated the most...Phys Ed.
It was basketball day, which meant one of the teams would be "stuck" with Stewart. He would never touch the ball, because no one on his team would ever pass it to him. But, on this particular Monday, Stewart decided he would get the ball and shoot no matter where on the court he was. Unfortunately, Stewart was on Brad's team. It was like having a nightmare, waking up, and realizing you were still in another nightmare.
The game began and midway through, Stewart seized his moment. He ran up under the basket and stole the ball from Brad, his own teammate. He quickly shot the ball...and it went in. Stewart began to celebrate until he realized everyone was laughing at him. He had shot the ball into the wrong team's basket.
While most of his classmates laughed hysterically, Brad freaked out. "You're a dead man Lewis. What kind of a fucking idiot are you?"
"It's just a game," was Stewart's unfortunate reply.
"Oh yeah, well this is just my fist," Brad retorted. Thankfully for Stewart's sake, the gym teacher stepped in just in time and told Brad to "Take a seat and cool off". But, the fuming Brad was not going to cool off. When class ended, everyone poured into the boys' locker room. It was always Stewart's goal to change and get out of the locker room as quickly as he could. Since gym was the last class of the day, Stewart skipped the showers at school for his own safety and would shower at home later. But, on this particular Monday, Stewart wasn't fast enough.
Wearing just his underwear and about to put on his jeans, Stewart was grabbed by Brad and a couple of his buddies. Stewart kicked and punched, but the stronger boys pulled off his underwear, and tossed the completely naked Stewart into the gym and locked the doors behind him.
"What the fuck?" screamed Nancy Richardson. The head cheerleader was one of Stewart's biggest tormentor's and Brad's girlfriend. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, you fucking pervert."
"Gross," added Lisa Michaels, another cheerleader and Nancy's best friend.
"They threw me out of the locker room. I can't get back in," said Stewart as he cupped his groin area with his hands and kept his back to the cheerleaders.
"I said get out here, you perv," Nancy shrieked. After a brief standoff, Nancy told Lisa to "Go get Mrs. Mason", referring to the school's vice-principal.
"No, don't do that. I don't want any trouble."
"Well, you're already in trouble, Stewart little dick." The two girls started chanting "Stewart little dick" over and over again.
That's when something inside of Stewart snapped. He dropped his hands to his sides and turned around and shouted, "I don't have a little dick." There hanging between his legs was a behemoth of a dick.
"Gross," yelled Lisa once again. But, Nancy's mouth was wide open, though no words escaped her lips. Her eyes were fixated on Stewart's cock. "I'm going to get Mrs. Mason," said Lisa and she ran out of the gymnasium.
"Quick, come with me," said Nancy. "We need to hide you." Stewart stood his ground until Nancy ran to him and grabbed him by the wrist. "Let's go, she'll be here any second." She pulled Stewart with her as she ran to the girls' locker room. Her eyes widened as she watched Stewart's cock bounce and swing.
