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### "My Dad, The Homo Zombie" CHAPTER TWO

Date: Wed, 3 Nov 2004 14:11:00 -0800 (PST)
From: tom jones <mb_writr@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Dad, The Homo Zombie", Chapter 2

Suffice to say that it is this characteristic feature of the hypnotic state
- the absolute surrender of will and self-consciousness to the hypnotiser -
which possesses such importance, from its bearing upon crime, in the eyes
of legal authorities.



"My Dad, The Homo Zombie"
CHAPTER TWO

By: Molester By Proxy
mb_writr@yahoo.com


Saturday and the "Halloween Magic Faire" were fast approaching. I had met
with, and ejaculated in, Mr. Hendricks twice again since he'd first
mentioned that his friend, Sir Albert, the Hypnotist, also known as, Al
Berkin, would be the highlighted attraction at our Franklin Elementary
School annual fun fair.

Friday, the day before the fair, while I was with my sixth grade class was
in the gymnasium, taping the hundreds of glittery decorations we'd made to
the walls, doorways and support columns, Mr. Hendricks made a brief
appearance only to call me away. He told Mr. Solomon, my art teacher, that
I was to be excused for the period since he had a "special project" for
me. Mr. Solomon smirked to himself as he told me to grab my things since I
probably would not be returning to either the gymnasium or his class that
day.

And he was right. I spent almost the full hour in the boy's bathroom with
Mr. Hendricks. I butt-fucked him full of boysperm as he held the metal
flusher pole. He was more than twice my size but he just seemed to know
exactly how to bend and spread his legs for a twelve-year-old boy. But as I
later came to know, he'd had years and years of experience helping out
little guys so he knew exactly how to make such a copulation work.

And after I delivered kidgoo up the adult man's rectum, he sat on the
commode and started to play with my boner, which never went down at that
age or with him. He sat there playing with my penis and scrotum, looking at
it and admiring it. He never seemed to tire of the genitals of the many
pre-teens who were his breeders.

As he fondled me, he finally told me what his "idea" was involving Sir
Albert.

"Al plays with little boys, same as me", Mr. Hendricks said. And as he
stroked my boner slowly, he added, "He's going to want to suck this, for
sure. You like that? Want another man sucking on this for you? I know a lot
who will."

"Sure", I replied, barely understanding what it really meant to have many
adult men kneeling at my elementary school aged crotch.

"So my idea...and Al's...is to get some of the boys in the lower grades
here at the school hypnotized to want to play with men. Get some of them to
go home and grope their daddies, get others pulling their pants down for
any man, and even get some of the littlest guys hooked on cum, maybe. What
do you think?"

"Cool", I replied. "A hypnotist can do that?"

Mr. Hendricks laughed as he said, "Well, we're going to try. Sometimes it
works, sometimes it doesn't."

"Have you...or Sir Albert...done that before?", I asked. "I mean hypnotized
little kids to eat cum?"

"Yeah, a few times when I was teaching down there in New Orleans",
Mr. Hendricks answered. "You can't go telling anyone now, you know?"

"I know", I replied. "I just think its cool."

"Oh, it is", Mr. Hendricks said. "I mean, I can't hypnotize anybody. But
Al's truly amazing. He's got a real gift. I mean, its for real that he can
put people to sleep and make them wake up to do anything he told them to do
while he had them under. It's not a trick or a gimmick. It's a real power
he has."

I grinned, thinking it would be neat to hypnotize my Math teacher into
never giving me another test, but instead only A's at the end of the school
semester.

"Fuck, over twenty-years ago, when I just started teaching", Mr. Hendricks
went on to say, "That's when I first met Al. And he hypnotized two
first-graders...hypnotized them to suck us both off."

He then began to laugh. "I think he said something like: 'You will unzip
men you pass...you will suck on their penises...you will eat their cum when
they ejaculate it into your mouth...you will not be able to resist...'
Stuff like that. And you know what? They couldn't resist! Those two tykes
started blowing every man they passed! Shit, they're probably both still
sucking cocks all day and night and not even knowing why!"

We both laughed as I thought it funny that hypnotism could do such a thing.

"Yeah, they're both still probably hitting their knees every three minutes
to suck off a different man and eat his sperm. And they don't even know why
they're doing it!", Mr. Hendricks chuckled. "Hell, and they'd both be about
twenty-nine or thirty years old today!"

"Sir Albert's hypnotism lasts that long?", I asked with awe.

"Oh yeah!", Mr. Hendricks replied as he rubbed the blondish peach fuzz just
starting to sprout on my pubes. "Sure. It never ever wears off unless and
until he puts them under again and tells them to stop doing whatever he
hypnotized them to do. It can last for years...probably their entire
lives. Heck, those two former students of mine will be sucking off any cock
until they're over ninety-nine years old!"

"And like in an old people's home!", I added in jest.

"Exactly!", Mr. Hendricks joked back. "They'll be pulling out their
dentures to blow the teenage orderlies and not even know why they can't
stop themselves from doing it!"

"Wow", I breathed. "Hypnotism is really powerful."

"It sure is. Especially when my pal Al does it", Mr. Hendricks said before
leaning forward to lightly suck on my twelve-year-old erection. He then sat
up again and whispered, "He could even get a man - any man - to do that to
you anytime you wanted it...what would you think of THAT?"

"You mean anytime I wanted to be sucked? I could have someone do it? I
mean, do what you do to me?", I asked, with a breathless excitement.

"Huh ha", Mr. Hendricks replied with a knowing grin. "You'd like that,
wouldn't you, stud? I think this handsome kidcock of yours would LOVE it
...seeing the way it's acting now."

We both looked at my sixth grade boner and watched it bounce around wildly
without even being touched.

"Yeah", he said as he slowly caressed my nearly smooth scrotum. "It would
LOVE that, you can just tell. Get it sucked anytime you want it...or cream
some of your kidsperm into a man anytime these handsome little nuts need to
squirt some off...you'd like that."

"Oh YEAH!", I answered. "You mean Sir Albert could do that? Make some man,
an adult, want to do it to me like you do it?"

Mr. Hendricks laughed and said, "Well, there are so many men who would
service a young little stud like you without needing to be hypnotized...but
yes, Al could get practically any man...any man on Earth...to become a
slave to your kiddy cock and sperm."

"Wowww", I said looking at the man with amazement. "That would be too cool!
A man who would do anything I want?"

"Yeah", Mr. Hendricks said, certain now that he had selected the correct
little breeder to engage in his and Al Berkin's scheme. "Pretty
much...practically anything. Depends on what Al would tell the man to do,
of course. The person hypnotized might not do anything you say if Al's only
told him to do sex stuff with you. Like those little first graders years
and years ago, he got them hooked on sucking men's cocks...but never told
them to do their homework or clean their room. I got to remind him to add
that part tomorrow."

We laughed as Mr. Hendricks rose and turned around. "Fuck some more of your
kidsperm into my behind, okay? You can shoot more, stud...I know you kids
can shoot your babygoo all day long."

With my slacks and underpants at my ankles, I shuffled up behind the big
man and grabbed his hips as I inserted my sixth grade cock into his wet,
clamping hole again. I screwed him and the second load made my nuts all
achy but they kept churning up the new reproductive cells my body was now
able to make. After I unloaded into the man again, he reached back and
wiped some of my watery semen off his puckered fuckhole and ate it.

"Nothing in this world is as delicious as the tasty splats of semen you
little fellows shoot", he stated with a smile. He then sat back down and
told me to pull up my pants. "Time's running short. You better get outside
for your school bus before the bell rings. And try not to ejaculate any
more today, okay? Save all the sperm you can for tomorrow because I know my
buddy Al wants some of it. You will squirt some of your young breeder cum
into my friend, won't you?"

"Sure", I muttered, sort of nervous about the prospect of having sex with
another adult man, and a complete stranger to me. It was an exciting
proposition but, at the same time, I had never, in my whole life, had
secret fun like this with anybody but Mr. Hendricks.

I ran out of the bathroom stall and didn't return to the gymnasium for the
final five minutes of decorating with my Art class. Instead, I went outside
to the school bus staging area where I happened to see my bus just pulling
in from Maple Avenue.

With no homework assigned for the Halloween weekend, I stood in the crisp
autumnal air outside of Franklin Elementary with an empty backpack strapped
to my back. And, despite having just ejaculated twice into Mr. Hendricks'
butthole, I found myself, much to my surprise, with yet another boner
raging inside my pants.

Ever since starting the sixth grade it seemed as though I had an
uncontrollable erection every three-and-half minutes! It strained so hard
that it actually tented out the front of my chinos. I couldn't get it to go
down for the life of me. In fact, my kid prick had what appeared to be a
life of its own. My backpack, strapped to my back, was therefore useless as
concealment as I stood there, rather "exposed", in the chilly sunshine. All
I could do was hope that none of the bus drivers could see the obvious kid
tent pole in my light beige chinos. But, weirdly, instead of embarrassment,
I suppose it could be said that it was at that same moment - after school
when I was just twelve years old with a boner tenting in my pants - that I
grew into myself sexually.

Courtesy of Mr. Hendricks' "private tutorials" in the boy's bathroom, I had
been getting ever since the third grade more "regular sex" (as some people
might call it) than some adult men. But up until that moment as a boned-up
sixth-grader waiting for my bus, I just thought of it all as some naughty
game, which the Vice-Principal had me playing with him.

But it was on the eve of our "Halloween Magic Fair", (and, to be honest,
perhaps increasingly since the beginning of the school year), that I was
suddenly aware of what it truly meant to ejaculate my sixth-grader's seed
into an adult man. I finally had a fuller awareness, on a level that had
never before occurred to me, that I strongly desired to do what I had been
doing to Mr. Hendricks for years.

No longer was I just another little kid "dry humping" my Vice-Principal in
the boy's bathroom. Instead, I now knew I was, although most certainly
under-aged, officially, Mr. Hendricks' so-called "breeder" top. And soon I
might be asked to top and "breed" yet another adult man as well - someone I
had never met or even seen before - his friend, Sir Albert, the Hypnotist!

Whereas most adult men might only ask a boy my age to throw out the trash
or rake the leaves or hit a home run for the team, I was being asked to use
my boy boner and only-recently fertile testicles to breed them. And that
proud knowledge sent a message directly and continually to my penis,
leaving me to stand on the pavement struggling with a raging tenter just
outside my yellow school bus, its engine running but its doors still closed
until the final bell rang, as was School District policy.

My particular school bus always had two different bus drivers, but always
the same two. Mrs. Greene, a mother in her early thirties, would most often
drive the morning route. And then this man, sitting now behind the steering
wheel and only barely acknowledging my presence on the chilly sidewalk,
drove the afternoon route. Only on rare occasion, they would alternate
their schedules.

I think this driver's name was Mr. Pachinski or something like that. He
wasn't nearly as friendly or as open as was Mrs. Greene. Up until that
time, I honestly never gave him much thought. Although he wasn't a friendly
man, he wasn't really mean either. He was just my school bus driver, if you
will. For four years, ever since I was in second grade, he'd open the door
and say, "Watch your step." And like any other little kid, I'd get in, go
to the back of the bus and talk with my bus route school buddies until it
was time to get off.

But as I now stood there looking through the glass of the school bus door,
mostly just checking to make sure that the driver hadn't been noticing the
very apparent tent in my pants, I looked at him more carefully. He had very
dark gray hair and was older than Mr. Hendricks. Or perhaps the fact that
he never smiled simply made him look older. He was a big man, not fat but
nowhere near skinny. As I looked at where his conservative light blue
oxford shirt was tucked into his black polyester slacks, I assessed that he
had just a little bit of a middle-aged tire spilling only slightly over his
leather belt.

As I looked at him, he briefly looked over at me. But he still didn't
smile. He just nodded a hello. At least I think it meant "hello". Then he
took a sip of what I figured to be coffee out of a large thermal mug.

Startling me, the final school bell then abruptly and loudly rang. And in a
few more seconds, the voices of dozens of my classmates, laughing and
talking, got louder as they only began flooding out of the building.

At that precise moment, following School District policy, the bus door
opened, and Mr. Pachinski said, "Watch your step", as was the norm. But
seeing that none of the other kids from my route were yet approaching, he
shocked me when, as I climbed the steps, he added, "Even in the cold, you
boys are a lot bigger than you'd let on..."

Had his eyes not immediately scanned down to my crotch, I don't even think
I'd have known what he meant.

Then at the top of the steps, he lightly grabbed my arm and had me stop
right next to his seat. He kept an eye out as kids were quickly approaching
the line of school busses as he asked, "You kids having a fair here or
something? Tomorrow, right?"

I said, "Huh ha, our Halloween fair."

"Nice", Mr. Pachinski replied as he scanned me up and down quickly, his
eyes stopping only to more directly stare at where my pants were still
tented. "What time? What time does it start?", he asked

"Um, I think it goes from eleven a.m. until six p.m.", I answered, getting
a little nervous and feeling my boner start to deflate.

"Nice, nice. Thanks", he said as he let go of my arm. I moved to my regular
seat in the back and watched the flow of other kids as they happily boarded
the bus.

As my two best bus buddies jumped into the seats to my left and in front of
me, I looked again toward the front of the bus. I stared at the back of the
Mr. Pachinski's head and I wondered why our bus driver would want to come
to our school's Halloween fair, especially on a Saturday.




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