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### My Dad, The Homo Zombie", Chapter One

Date: Sun, 31 Oct 2004 20:51:03 -0800 (PST)
From: tom jones <mb_writr@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Dad, The Homo Zombie", Chapter One

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 ONE

By: Molester By Proxy
mb_writr@yahoo.com



Most guys, at some point or another in their lives, fantasize about having
sex with their own dad.

Some little boys are really young when they first start having gooey
daydreams about fondling their own father's fat dick or slurping down a
load of milky fluid from the hairy, paternal feedbags.

Others have a similar thought hit them only upon reaching puberty.
Suddenly, when testosterone levels surge, so, too, does a preteen stud's
depraved desires. Then, one afternoon, as he bends over while raking
leaves, these kids look at their old man's backside in a whole new
light. And that same night, these top teens have intense wet dreams of
screwing their own dad. These horny, hung kids toss and turn and mess the
sheets as, while in their sleep, they mumble, "Fuck, my dad's a hot piece
of ass...so much hotter than I ever thought...I need to shove my boner up
that ass and squirt cum into it!"

It all might sound outrageous to a woman or a wife, but we all know it's a
pretty common, even if rather subversive, desire and truth among guys.
When they "fess up", open up and finally begin to divulge the true stuff,
the secret stuff, the "good" stuff, we discover that most males would play
around with or even blow their own dad given the opportunity. And scads of
them would fuck their own pop's butt if given a shot at it.

And beyond just "a little extra playtime with daddy", we even have some
guys who would let all their buddies blow their dad, too. "Hey, you wanna
try sucking dick? Come over...my mom's out and my dad'll let you practice
on his cock, you guys...and he's really thick!"

Hell, and added to all this, there are still other guys' out there whose
most secret desire is to see their own dad cranked out as a hot piece of
ass on the streets. "You got two choices dad: Either you pull your pants
down now and let those drunk dudes behind the liquor store screw you ...and
screw you bareback...or I lie and tell mom you've been sexually molesting
me since I was two."

But whereas most guys' desire for sex with their own dad, whatever sort of
sex it is, remains secretly stashed away, sometimes forever, living only
within their sexual fantasies, my dad's been my regular sex toy ever since
I was twelve. Yeah, for real.

It all began at Franklin Elementary School's "Halloween Magic Faire". I was
only in the sixth grade but had already been keeping a little secret for
three years. Well, not so little a secret, I suppose, considering what
emerged in the local news years and years later. But at the time it was
just some secret fun I was having with the then Vice-Principal,
Mr. Hendricks.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out what kind of a secret a
twelve-year-old boy would have been sharing for three years with a married,
forty-six-year-old male school administrator. Yeah, it was a secret of a
sexual nature.

Mr. Hendricks was a sucker of little pricklets, a boy lover, a
pedophile... and a really great lay.

We fell into a sexual thing in the boy's bathroom when I was in the third
grade at Franklin Elementary. He tailed me into a stall and, as they say,
it was Kismet. Or Kizmybutt. Or whatever.

The six-foot tall, two hundred pound man locked the stall door and in a
flash had pulled down my pants. Before I knew what was happening, he was
eating out my little butthole, sending delightfully tingly sensations
throughout my small frame. He gently but assertively pushed me forward,
making me face the flusher as he slurped between my smooth thighs and butt
cheeks, which he spread wide with his big hands. He even took the
opportunity to slowly smooch and slurp all over my hairless scrotum as if
it were a sac of boycandy. His tongue "felt me up" in places that even my
mother never touched while changing me as a baby!

But he wasn't one of those big men into screwing or choking little boys
with his ejaculating mancock. In fact, although I squeezed his hard cock a
few times, he never seemed to care if I ever put it in my mouth or
"returned the favor" in any way.

Mr. Hendricks was an extreme boy-lover bottom; a man only looking to
service grade-school tots and get himself fucked by them - a whole lot of
them. Many years later, in the newspapers, I read that he had had over
three hundred elementary school-aged boners up his ass during his career in
academia. And those were just the boys he could recall.

I'm not sure what exactly he got out of it, being such a big, strapping man
with comparatively little pricks worming their way along his tongue or up
his butt. After all, other than the guys in the older grades, none of us
little kids were even able to shoot cum into him.

Perhaps he was simply a hardcore ped. I mean, a lot of married men working
with boys are. Or maybe he just thought of us little guys as "safe sex"
since we weren't able to shoot sperm into him. We were "safe" to bareback
him.

But then again, he took loads (and loads) from the older kids so most
probably, he was indeed just a married "educator" who was a prolific and
promiscuous pedophile. After all, he coaxed and seduced hundreds of boys
into barebacking him.

And that's what I did that first time with him in the boy's bathroom. After
a few minutes of him lapping at my butthole and suckling on my
third-grader's erection, we switched places. He turned around, faced the
wall, gripped the toilet flusher and instructed me in how to sodomize a
full-grown man. With his trousers and white Jockey shorts at his ankles,
his smooth man ass spread, he reached back with both hands, grabbed my hips
and guided me into his fuckhole.  It was a little bit, I imagine, like Jack
screwing the Giant at the top of the beanstalk. I don't know what the man
felt but he did groan softly as my nine-year-old boner penetrated his warm,
squeezing hole.

Even though it was my first time fucking a man, or having any sort of sex
with anyone, for that matter, I knew two things immediately: that
Mr. Hendricks had done this before. His ass muscles just seemed to know
exactly how to grasp and squeeze and pull a little boner into his big man
ass. And I also knew that if I'd been able to ejaculate like the big boys
that Mr. Hendricks would have had my load. He was that good ...and I liked
doing it that much!

So by the sixth-grade, I had already been screwing Mr. Hendricks throughout
the third, fourth and fifth grades and was quite the proficient little top
stud. It became nothing, therefore, to meet him in the boy's bathroom, or
even on rare occasions, his office, in order to use him as a fuckhole -
even if he were just using me as his pint-sized breeder.

The first day of the sixth-grade, he passed me in the hallway while I was
with a bunch of my friends. He smiled but said nothing as was usual in
public. But then, just as I was about to enter my homeroom class, he
motioned me over to him. My friends went ahead and entered the classroom
while I met Mr. Hendricks by the water fountain in the now empty corridor.

Each school year, he knew exactly when my homeroom class was scheduled. So
I knew he hadn't passed me at that precise moment just by chance. As
Vice-Principal he knew I was always able to easily get out of homeroom
class for at least twenty-minutes - not a super long time but long enough
for a quickie with him.

"You shot up this summer", he whispered as he pretended to be taking a
drink of water. He leaned in such a way as though inviting me to look at
his ass through his suit slacks. He then stood and held the faucet tab for
me. As I took a drink, standing thisclose to him, he whispered, "You have
to show me how much you've grown since June...you look so fucking
hot...really getting to be a big boy. Meet me in the boy's bathroom, same
stall as usual in ten minutes."

I then went to homeroom class as Mr. Hendricks headed in the direction of
the boy's bathroom. I sat in the back of the classroom, blowing the shit
with my buddies, but all the while keeping an eye on the big schoolroom
clock above our heads. And after exactly ten minutes, I asked to be
excused. It was my second year with the same homeroom teacher, Mrs. Hogan,
who never had a problem excusing me...and losing track of the time. But
then again, she was an old woman who also had problems figuring out where
she left the answers to various pop-quizzes.

I met Mr. Hendricks who was already in the boy's bathroom, in the stall
with his trousers down as he sat jerking off on the commode. I peeped in
and he quickly unlatched the door. He reached out and groped me crotch,
luridly feeling my boner through my chinos. "Fuck!", he smiled as he stared
at my bulge. "You've gotten fucking big over the summer, lemme see."

I unbuckled my belt and he did the rest. He luridly squeezed my kid boner
through my underwear, then quickly pulled them all the way down to my
knees. Mr. Hendricks stroked my scrotum gently as my erection bounced
wildly in front of him. He smiled big as he said, "I feel some peachfuzz on
his big sac...I think you're going to squirt some sperm in me today. Is
that right? Am I right? Did you start making sperm over the summer?"

I said that I started making sperm just in the last two or three weeks. And
Mr. Hendricks smiled as he replied, "I figured that based on so many of the
boys here at school. Some of you kids don't start shooting until the
seventh, even eighth grade. But others, like you, are all studly in the
sixth grade - exactly your age - twelve when they start cumming. Even my
own sons were older than you when they began to make sperm."

And with that, he started giving me a blowjob like a man who hadn't sucked
a boy's erection in a long while. He briefly pulled his lips off my cock
and laughed, "I know you boys love them, but I hate summer vacations."

He sucked me some more and then stood up. "I think you grew three inches
down there since just last June", he said as he continued to milk my
twelve-year-old cock. "When you feel you're going to cum, stick it as
deeply into me as you can. And just unload those young fuzz nuts the way
you need to, okay?"

I said, "Sure", as my school Vice Principal then bent forward, spreading
his legs for me like some back alley, nickel whore.

"Totally cream my ass in your cum if you can", he mumbled, his tie getting
in the way of his mouth as he spoke. "Shoot your kidseed into me...don't
pull out, okay?! You're the stud and I need all that seed in your nuts, got
that? So don't pull out!"

I screwed Mr. Hendricks as I had many times before in my young life. But I
will admit it was even more exciting knowing I might actually shoot some
sperm into the man. It would be just like what we had learned in Health
class in the fifth-grade. But instead of a daddy shooting sperm into a
mommy, I was a sixth grade boy, although only barely capable, about to
shoot pubescent sperm into a pedophile's adult butthole.

(Well, other than that little detail, it was really rather similar).

And he actually seemed to know I was squirting boy goo into him as I panted
and heaved during climax. Although the boys unable to ejaculate all had dry
orgasms in him, Mr. Hendricks could tell, just by listening, when a boy was
blowing seed.

Left all drained and shuddering, I slowly pulled out of him, feeling like I
might collapse against the stall door. I had only been able to make sperm
for a couple of weeks. And although I had screwed Mr. Hendricks many times
before, it was quite a different experience to actually shoot sperm inside
another human being. And this first time to do so had me implanting my new
sperm inside the hungry butt of this big man. That's a very intense
experience for any young lad.

And one not lost on Mr. Hendricks. After he made sure to use his very
experienced butt muscles to squeeze every drip of boygoo from my penis, he
carefully he stood up, clamping his ass cheeks tightly together. "I have
your cum in my ass", he said, in a tone that was almost reverential. Then
he surprised me when he added, "Want to see it? See your sperm in my ass?"

I started to pull up my pants and just nodded. I figured that would be cool
although I had no idea how he could show me my cum now that it was inside
his body.

Crammed into the stall with me, he bent deeply at his knees and smiled, as
he seemed to know what would happen. And as he squatted, without asking, he
started sucking on my cock again, which was still hard and now nearly level
to his face. While he suckled like a big bull on a small calf, he reached
the fingers of his right hand between his ass cheeks and let my semen flow
from his fucked butthole onto them. Mr. Hendricks was always super clean,
knowing a man had to be hygienic in order not to scare off little boys from
putting their thingys into his butt. So what poured out was pure kidseed.

He pulled his mouth off of my boner and gave me a huge grin. "Oh, hot boy
sperm", he said as we both looked down at his shiny, sticky fingers. Some
of my semen webbed between his middle and index fingers as he showed it off
to me. "That's your kidstuff...your boy sperm...doesn't it look good?"

I nodded and asked if he didn't mind that I had shot it into him. I still
wasn't sure why an adult man would want a grade school kid shooting that
stuff into him.

"I'm here for you to relieve the need that all you little boy studs have -
that need to pump your young nuts - by using my ass to unload into", he
replied. "That's your sperm, the stuff you're going to make a family with
one day...and I got the first of it", he said as he then slurped up the
obscene pudding off his fingers. "There's nothing like being on the
receiving end of the first loads out of you boys. Hell, this makes you a
full-fledged little breeder now. You should be proud of yourself - not
every boy your age can say that."

He then wiped the rest of my young semen out of his butt as he told me to
buckle up and get back to class. "Thanks for your sperm", he said as he
pulled up his suit trousers and stood tall. "You're a good fuck...now make
sure your grades this year show that your brain is as big as your dick,
okay?"

He winked as then he shooed me off back to class while he went to a sink in
order to wash the rest of my sperm off his hands.

A week later, Mr. Henricks had the duty of announcing at a school assembly
that the theme for the annual Halloween fun fair was to be "Magic". The
teachers and administration decided to call the all-day, holiday event,
"Halloween Magic Faire". Instead of pumpkins and ghouls, the festival that
year would highlight sorcerers, witchcraft and Las Vegas-style magic acts.

Hell, it was a public school.

The science and gym teachers were in charge of planning and constructing
the Midway booths. There was to be a dunk tank, called, "Drown the Black
Cat" and another dollar-game called "Witch's Pointy Hat Ring Toss". The
mother of one of the kids in my class was in charge of the Bake Sale. She
sent out a list to all parents suggesting entry names such as, "Warlock
Whitecake", "Hocus Pocus Spongecake" and "Abracadabra Upside-down Cake".

So it could be said that it was to be your standard, Halloween school
event, a bit of the fun fair and a bit of the school fund raiser. Every
school has them; every parent tries to attend and every nickel raised, it
seems, goes to some vague "building maintenance" fund.

It was the eighth-graders who were mainly involved in Events Planning along
with crews of various parents and teachers. But each grade level was
expected to contribute, especially in the arena of decorations. In art and
homeroom class, there was a whole lot of Elmer's glue and glitter flying
everywhere as we, in the sixth grade, were responsible for all "magical"
stars, moons and other assorted "sparkly" decorations for the school gym.

My mom was on the Concessions committee, while my dad, always a supporter
of me and all my school events, promised to be there. Well, actually, he
did more than that. He cancelled a hunting trip he'd long had planned with
some of his work buddies. He didn't even bat an eye as he withdrew from
what I knew was a weekend he'd been looking forward to for months. But my
dad was always willing to sacrifice for my mom and me. Although he was
stern on the surface, a real "Man's Man" and a bit of the work-a-holic, he
was a great dad. He never missed a school play or a Little League game. He
had planned to be around for the actual Halloween Day - never having missed
one in twelve years. But the school "Halloween Magic Faire" was scheduled
for the weekend prior.

In the meantime, since the start of the school year, I'd be called out of
homeroom class every week, sometimes each morning, in order to tryst with
Mr. Hendricks in the boy's bathroom. Since I was able to ejaculate now, he
seemed to need a wad of my stuff at 10:20 a.m. each and every school
day. And although I never quite put two-and-two together for even many
years afterward, he did, I suppose "screw up" his ped-schedule every now
and then. Nothing major or obvious but some mornings as I'd enter the boy's
bathroom, I would run into some other little kid - sometimes a
third-grader, sometimes a first-grader - exiting. At the time I didn't
think much of it but, of course, I now know he was sucking off and grooming
those little guys to top an adult man as well.

It was only a few days before the school fair, and just after I had dumped
another kid spermload, (maybe the twentieth such load of the school year),
into Mr. Hendricks when he sat back down on the commode. I could hear the
obscene thwups of liquid, my sixth-grader's semen, hitting the toilet water
as he confessed much to my surprise, "'Ran into your dad last night."

I was startled and a little scared since I never fathomed that a parent
would encounter a teacher or an administrator or anyone from my school
outside of a Parent-Teachers conference or maybe a planned and highly
controlled school event.

"Don't worry", he quickly added. "I don't think he saw me or would even
know who I am, At least I don't think", Mr. Hendricks said. "It was at my
health club, Bally's. Your family must belong to it too, eh?"

"Sort of", I replied as Mr. Hendricks continued to softly fondle my
twelve-year-old boner as I stood in front of him. "My mom and dad belong to
it. They went last night."

"Yeah, I know", he replied. "I saw them both running the track. Then I saw
your father again when they were getting ready to leave...in the men's
locker room."

I didn't think anything of that final detail. I just wanted to be reassured
that they hadn't talked about me since I wasn't doing too well in my math
class.

"I was dressed and ready to leave when he came into the locker room",
Mr. Hendricks continued to say. "He doesn't seem to know who I am. Am I
right?"

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't think so."

"Good. I doubt he does, too", Mr. Hendricks replied. "He didn't seem to
know me from a hole in the head which is good. Parents often don't
recognize us out of context of the school anyway. And I only knew his face
from when he dropped off your inoculation records one day last month. I saw
him through the office window while he was with Miss Hazelton. He didn't
see me then either. But he's an easy one to remember. Fucking good looking
father you have."

I blushed and smiled, proud that my daddy was handsome.

"Of course...I prefer his son", Mr. Hendricks said as he stroked the length
of my elementary school aged boner. "He's too tall and hairy and big for my
tastes", he laughed as he felt me up. "I far prefer this", he muttered as
he ran his large hand over my peach-fuzzed pubes. "But your dad's hung like
a mule, you know that, don't you?"

I nodded and blushed again. I had seen my dad a few times totally naked so
I knew he was pretty well hung. I never thought much more of his size than
the fact that he was the dad and I was a little kid. But now hearing
another adult man say he was big made me aware that my dad's size even
impressed other men.

"Yeah, I stuck around to watch", Mr. Hendricks said. "I was already dressed
but just had to see how your dad's built so I pretended to re-tie my shoes
a few times on a bench a couple down from his." Then he added with a
salacious chuckle, "A few men hung around his locker to see your daddy
strip".

"Cool", I replied.

"Yeah, real cool", Mr. Hendricks continued to say. "He must have done a few
miles on the track because he stripped off really sweaty shorts and
t-shirt. His hairy chest was all matted, sweat glistened on his great
biceps, and even off his big fucking cock. Everyone was looking at your
daddy's big cock.", he said as if purposefully trying to be lewd. "Men were
hovering around just waiting to see your father's penis. And he didn't
disappoint. He's huge. You got a mule-hung dad. I bet you'll grow some more
and be that big, too.", he said as he masturbated me. "You're already
bigger than any of the boys your age. You're bigger than most of the
eighth-graders. You know that?"

Smiling, I shook my head since I never had sex with anybody other than
Mr. Hendricks.

"Well, you are", he said. "And now I see where you get it from. I bet that
everybody last night, except me of course, wanted to suck your dad off. The
men were looking at his hairy chest and huge cock and huge fucking
nuts...wanting to suck him off like I suck you off."

I didn't know what to say since I had never thought of my dad in that way
before. I mean, sure, ever since first screwing Mr. Hendricks in the
third-grade, I would look at my dad in the bathroom each the morning coming
out of the shower and think, "I'm putting my pee-pee into a man even older
than my daddy." But still, I didn't ever think about my dad as someone I
could fuck.

"And your dad's ass", Mr. Hendricks pressed on as he ran his fingers along
my recently dropped nut sac. "Your dad's got a fucking sweet ass,
kid. Small and tight...you can tell he's a runner. Men were there at
Bally's last night sneaking looks at his ass and you knew that for as many
that wanted to suck his cock, others wanted to fuck your dad's hot fucking
ass."

Mr. Hendricks could probably sense that I didn't know why he was saying all
of this other than to be coarse, lewd and crude in front of his sixth-grade
top. So he explained, "I'm telling you all this about your daddy because
I've been planning something and then an idea came to me last night. If
you're as cool a little stud as I think you are, as you've been proving to
me every day in this stall, I thought maybe you might like my idea..."

Before he could spout another word, I was immediately thrilled. I didn't
even have to know what Mr. Hendricks was scheming. It was just incredibly
exciting to be invited into some plan which an adult man, who sitting
before me on a toilet with his trousers down, was about to propose to me -
just some kid he'd been letting screw him since the third-grade.

"The Halloween fair is this Saturday, just three days away", Mr. Hendricks
said. "By the way, the decorations your class made were charming. The sixth
grade did an excellent job this year."

"Thanks", I replied, teeter-tottering between being this man's educational
ward and his bareback breeder.

"Well, as you may or may not know, we've planned many exciting booths and
games this year", he continued. "There will be a Dragonslayer Maze Walk, a
Harry Potter book booth, a Fairydust Bean Bag Toss...many games."

"Cool", I replied, all the while allowing Mr. Hendricks to gently, almost
absent-mindedly, play with my boner and scrotum. He leaned in and licked my
peach fuzz pubes up to my tight navel, licking me as if I were a
boy-flavored ice cream cone. He then licked my nuts for a moment before
saying, "Making more milky boysperm for me, aren't you?" He traced his
hands under my shirt, pulling it up to my neck as he did so. "Such a
fucking hot stud little body, too. You could screw any man you want with
this body...such a smooth, handsome body and now it can breed and breed men
all day long if you want." He squeezed both my biceps at the same time as
he seemingly assessed my sexual and physical development. "I could get you
so many men who'd want you to do them the same way you do me. Would you
like that?"

I blushed and sort of nodded as I listened to this man be such a slut for
my twelve-year-old sex organ and body. "Other people you mean?", I asked.

"Yeah", he muttered. "Other men, men just like me. You'd like that I
bet. Be a stud for all of us? Breed all of us? You could do that, I
bet. Screw a bunch of us at the same time, in the same room, shoot your
sperm into all of us...and that reminds me, we're also going to have a
booth at the fair for Sir Albert, the Hypnotist", Mr. Hendricks suddenly
said as he finally gave a revealing grin.

"A hypnotist?", I asked. "What's that?"

"Yeah, a hyp-no-tist. It's a person who can put you to sleep and then make
you do anything he says. He's the one I want to tell you about", the
Vice-Principal said as he caressed the peach fuzz sprouting at the root of
my penis.

"Wow", I replied. "Make you do anything?"

Mr. Hendricks grinned and nodded his head as he replied, "Anything...he can
make practically anybody do practically anything he tells them to do".

My jaw dropped as I found the whole idea at once scary and yet tremendously
exciting. "How can someone do that?", I asked.

"I don't know all the details of his power", Mr. Hendricks said. "But he
has the ability to put a person to sleep, tell them what he wants them to
do when a certain signal or word is given. And then, when they wake up, and
someone gives the signal or says that certain word, they'll do whatever it
was they'd been instructed by Sir Albert to do. He's had people do
incredible things. Simply unbelievable things. I've seen it first-hand!"

"And he's going to be at our school Halloween fun fair?", I asked,
wondering how Franklin Elementary scored such a wizard.

"Well", Mr. Hendricks explained, "Actually Sir Albert is my good friend, Al
Berkin. But he really is a hypnotist. He's been a special friend of mine
ever since I met him when we taught school together down in New Orleans. He
also plays with boys just like I do. And even though he still lives down
there, he's agreed to come up here for some extra special fun at our
school."

"Neat", I replied. "So he's a real, for-true hypnotist? I mean, really
real?"

"One hundred percent for real", Mr. Hendricks swore as he crossed his heart
from where he sat on the toilet. "And I asked him to have some special
secret fun at our Halloween fair. But you can't tell anybody. It has to be
a secret."

"I won't tell!", I readily agreed.

"Swear?", he asked.

"I swear!", I promised.

"You want to shoot some more sperm into me, I bet", Mr. Hendricks then
stated as he merely looked at my boner. The man just knew when a young boy
was needing to ejaculate some more sperm.

I nodded, almost embarrassed that he knew or could see my need to use his
services again. Now that I could shoot cum, my need to orgasm seemed more
real than ever before. It was like my nutsac needed, actually needed, to
ejaculate sperm. And I was extra glad that I had someone like Mr. Hendricks
who was more than happy to help me out.

The man leaned his mouth closer to my bouncing boner. And with just his
thumb and index finger, he gripped the base of my shaft. "Just shoot it
into my mouth when you feel it cumming. Don't hold back...just let your
cock do what it wants to do, okay?", the man instructed as he then stared
at my penis, his mouth, wide open and only millimeters from my pee slit. I
knew what he wanted me to do. My young boner throbbed and flailed about not
even needing any additional coaxing to squirt. I was so horny and my nuts
so replenished with sperm, I just lost it. My knees gave out as I ejaculate
more of my pearly, watery sixth-grader's semen directly into the man. I
watched as it hosed into his mouth and streaked across his spread
tongue. Mr. Hendricks kept like that until I had unloaded every sperm I
could feed him. Only then did he slurp down my wad of kid-semen like it
were some obscene oyster. He even made the same lurid sounds that one makes
when eating raw oysters.

He then looked at his watch and bolted up off the commode. "Fucking shit!
Almost eleven a.m.! We've been in here for over forty-five minutes! Did you
know that?"

I got a little panicky because he was so unnerved suddenly. In unison, we
pulled up our pants and buckled our belts.

"I have a meeting with the Principal and the guidance counselors in five
minutes", Mr. Hendricks stated as he made sure that his shirt was tucked in
neatly. "Thanks again for your sperm, kid", he said. It was then that he
must have noticed my distress and added, "Don't worry, I'll write you a
note to give to Mrs. Hogen. Don't worry. I'll say that you were helping me
with the Halloween fair." Then he scruffed my hair and said, "You are a
great little breeder...your sperm is so fucking hot and fresh and
sweet.". He quickly jotted a note and slipped into my shirt pocket. "Now,
scoot! Back to class and make sure you study your long division harder!
I'll tell you more about my friend and my idea tomorrow right here, same
time."

He unlocked the stall door and I almost ran out of the boy's bathroom,
wanting to get back to my homeroom class before the bell rang for next
period. As I dashed down the corridors, I looked at all the posters and
decorations announcing the upcoming "Halloween Magic Faire". And knew that
if Mr. Hendricks was all excited about it, the annual fun fair was bound to
be the greatest one yet!



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