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title: 'CHAPTER FOUR'
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### My Dad, The Homo Zombie", Chapter 4

Date: Fri, 5 Nov 2004 15:51:19 -0800 (PST)
From: tom jones <mb_writr@yahoo.com>
Subject: "My Dad, The Homo Zombie", Chapter 4

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 FOUR

By: Molester By Proxy
mb_writr@yahoo.com


I awoke to sunlight as my dad pulled up the shades over the window seat
next to my bed.

I groaned like any adolescent boy would but shielded my eyes as if I were
Dracula. "Leave me alone", I mumbled from beneath my cozy bedcovers.

"Come on, sport", my dad said as he kicked something else with his foot
from the debris field which was my bedroom. "Time to get up. Halloween fair
and all that today!"

"Halloween stuff is for babies", I managed to mutter, still half-asleep, as
I tried to cover my head with a pillow.

"Your mom is already dressed", my dad said as, in the light of day, he got
a better look at the mess of my room. "And we plan to leave in exactly
forty-six minutes. So come on and get up."

"Who cares about stupid school stuff?", I babbled like any growing boy
needing his sleep.

"Who cares about games and DUNK TANKS?", my dad coaxed.

"Drown the freaking cat already", I replied.

"Who cares about traveling...HYPNOTISTS, too, I imagine then. Right?", my
dad said, taking a stab at the notion that may interest me more than mere
games.

And he was right.

With those words, I was roused from my twelve-year-olds' stupor. I like
suddenly remembered it was Saturday, the Halloween Magic Faire and the day
I was going to maybe have a strange man do me like Mr. Hendricks did me.

I tossed back my covers, letting my dad see my naked chest as I gave a big
stretch. "That's right!", I said, trying to sound all calm and collected
about the secret prospect. "That hypnotist guy is going to be there." And
then in an attempt to lose him in a confusion of other expectations, I
added, "And my friends said we'd have a competition at ring toss."

My dad smiled and said, "Good. So now GET UP!"

He chuckled as I bounded out of bed, again all energized like the night
before. And with that same boy spirit, I suddenly noticed that I had
awakened with yet another raging boner. And it was more than just your run
of the mill morning piss boner. It was a kid erection from Boner Hell! It
was the sort of hard-on a boy only gets when he's super revved up.

My dad was looking right at me so he had to have noticed. But all he said
was, "Your mom's downstairs getting the beverages ready so you might want
to hop into the shower ...and quickly." I suppose it might have been his
way of saying that I had a window of opportunity to get my obvious tenter
across the hall and into the bathroom.

 I raced across the hallway and shut the bathroom door. I was so erect that
I wasn't even sure if I could pee. I pulled off my gym shorts, and while
totally naked, looked at myself in the large mirror. I saw me, a smooth
little kid with a small, round butt and a big boner. I flexed a developing
bicep and thought to myself, 'Cool ...and sort of weird, too... that men
want this - me - to fuck them full of sperm. My sperm!'

My scrotum actually had a dull sperm-loaded ache in them, I so needed to
ejaculate. I looked at my gym shorts on the floor and was relieved that I
hadn't had a wet dream during the night. At least the inside of my shorts
showed no evidence of a nocturnal emission.

But now I really needed to fuck someone - and soon!

I figured I was so erect that I would miss the toilet bowl if I tried to
piss into it. So instead, I just hopped into the shower and turned on the
water. As I shampooed and then soaped up my developing twelve-year-old
physique, trying hard not to go anywhere near my boner, my erection slowly
half-deflated and I began to pee in the direction of the drain.

I rinsed off and climbed out of the shower. As I stood at the counter,
someone knocked on the bathroom door. It was my mom.

"Good morning, sweetie!", she said through the locked door. "Hurry up, we
want to leave by ten to nine."

"Okay", I shouted over the noise of the blowdryer. "I'm getting ready."

I looked again at myself in the mirror, my eyes scanning my smooth body all
the way down to my penis. I suppose it did look pretty big, especially as
compared to my relative age and size. My penis was fairly thick and hung
sort of like a white sausage. And I wasn't even hard anymore.

I looked at it some more, thinking, maybe seriously for the first time,
'That's been inside an adult man, Mr. Hendricks, like a zillion times since
third grade!' That's quite a heady thought for a schoolboy - to know he's
had his penis inside an adult, and an adult MAN, at that!

And now that I could ejaculate sperm, it also dawned on me that it was
inside a man for reasons more than just to put it in him. I had a
purpose. I was "breeding" an adult man with my very own boner!

I thought that was too cool as I finished drying my hair. I brushed my
teeth and used some mouthwash but then remembered that I had nothing in the
bathroom to change into. My clothes were, surely in a heap, somewhere in my
bedroom across the hall. I looked at my gym shorts on the bathroom floor
but thought I can't put them on again after showering.

So I unlocked and parted the door a little as I called out, "Mom? Mom?",
hoping she wasn't around.

And she wasn't.

"She went back downstairs", my dad answered as he came out of the master
bedroom, putting his wristwatch on. "You have to get dressed. Come on."

"I know", I replied, sort of blushing. "I have to get my clothes though."

My dad approached the slightly parted doorway where I stood, and peered
in. Seeing I was naked, he chuckled. "Come on...GO!", he said as he pushed
the door open some to let me know I could dart across the hallway if I made
it fast.

I raced back to my bedroom as my dad followed me in and shut the door
behind us. It was only then that he said, with some bemusement, "Just for
future reference...if that ever happens to you again...and I am sure it
will...there is this new invention called a towel. You can wrap one around
your waist if you're ever in that predicament again, you know."

I blushed, at that point more out of feeling stupid than from modesty. I
looked around the room searching for clothes and my dad joked. "Usually we
guys start with underwear. Best to put the underwear on under the
clothes..." He went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of white Jockey
shorts, boys medium. He tossed them to me. "One foot at a time...and try
not to fall out the window this morning."

He watched as I stepped into the underpants and although he hadn't even
done or said anything really, I began to quickly get another boner. I
turned my back to him slightly as my dick made a huge tent in my white
undershorts. My dad either didn't notice or just ignored it as he went to
my door. "Well, I think you can do the rest. Just try to be ready in
fourteen minutes, okay?", he said with a smile. And with that, he left my
bedroom.

I turned and looked down at my crotch. My boner looked huge in my
underpants and my penis even throbbed a few times as if it were talking to
me or something! I was excited but also suddenly became nervous as I
remembered what Mr. Hendricks and his pal, Sir Albert, were expecting me to
do with it that day. Maybe I wouldn't even go to the Halloween fair. Maybe
it was nuts to get myself more involved with Mr. Hendricks than the daily
butt squirts I gave him at school.

And maybe his friend was planning to hypnotize me! I mean, it might be cool
to see other people hypnotized into doing all sorts of weird stuff. It
would be sort of neat to see if Sir Albert could actually get one of the
first graders to suck off a man. Or maybe get somebody else to pull down
his pants. Maybe get my best friend, Jeff, to show everyone his butthole or
something. But I sure as hell didn't want to be hypnotized.

And yet, as I fought myself on attending, I was, simultaneously, getting
dressing. So I suppose my innermost self wanted to go to the Halloween
Magic Faire.

As I tied my high-top sneakers, my mom knocked on my door and opened
it. "Oh, good, you're about ready", she said. "Your dad is loading the
beverages and ice bags into the car. Come downstairs and eat some instant
oatmeal before we go."

I finished up and then gave her quick good morning kiss before we went down
to the kitchen together. As I ate a small bowl of apple-cinnamon Quaker's
instant oatmeal, I looked at her and realized that neither my mom nor my
dad had any clue that I was suppose to "breed" two men at this fair today.

We piled into the car at exactly eight-fifty a.m. and got to Franklin
Elementary School at just a little after nine. And although it was two
hours before the Halloween fair was to begin, there were already about
twenty cars in the parking lot - mostly those of the parents and teachers
who organized the event. As we pulled in, I noticed that we had parked
right next to Mr. Hendricks' car, a dark blue Toyota Camery. He was already
in the school. I wondered if he had brought his friend, Sir Albert, with
him. My boner throbbed as, at the same time, my stomach got nervously
queasy.

In two different trips, I helped my parents unload the trunk and the back
seat of our car. The gymnasium looked incredible, although not at all
"scary" since sunlight streamed in everywhere from numerous upper windows.

I didn't see Mr. Hendricks anywhere at all nor anyone who may have looked
like a hypnotist. But I did see our school librarian, Mrs. Covington, and
my old, fourth-grade English teacher, Mr. Wendt, as they set up a 'Harry
Potter' booth, which was actually just a mini-reading corner full of
children's books with a Halloween theme.

I helped my mom get two of the large beverage dispensers, loans from the
school cafeteria, into place as she and my dad got busy figuring out the
right combination of Kool-Aid to water in order to fill the dispensers'
twenty-five gallon tanks.

As my parents became pre-occupied with setting up the beverage Concessions
area, I decided to wander around and look at all the attractions. The gym
had really been turned into something of a real carnival midway, all with a
magical or Halloween theme. I saw a man, the dad of some kid at school,
practicing a magic act. His wife kept stepping in and out of some
coffin-like box.

I found the dunk tank and it was huge! A big, professional sign, which
read, "Drown the Black Cat", hung high above it. A smaller sign was painted
on the front of the tank itself, "3 Tries for $2". Mr. Levinowitz, my gym
teacher, said good morning as he and two college-aged guys, his sons, I
guess, continued to get the dunk tank's carpeted seat into place.

And up some stairs, in the very back of the gymnasium, was a small, raised
stage area. A heavy set of black velvet stage curtains hid what I knew to
be the door to the gym's main equipment storeroom. On the black curtains
were scrawled the words, in thousands of aurora borealis sequins, "Sir
Albert, Master of the Hypnotic".

But I still didn't see Mr. Hendricks or anybody who would look like anyone
named "Sir Albert" - not even anyone who looked like an Al Berkins, if
truth be told.

"Spooky good morning!", my best friend Jeff's mom suddenly said when she
saw me. "Are you planning to be hypnotized this morning?"

I shook my head and said "Hi, Mrs. Denberg. No way, I think it's creepy."

"Me too", she said with a smile. "Even on Halloween, I think it's creepy."

"Is Jeff here?", I asked.

"No, hon.", Mrs. Denberg replied as she walked me to where she was still
setting up the crafts booth. "He'll come by about noon with his dad and
sisters. Where are your mom and dad? They were in charge of Concession,
right?"

I nodded and pointed across the big gymnasium. We could just barely see my
parents trying to find the outlets into which to plug the big beverage
dispensers.

Mr. Denberg chuckled sympathetically, "I have to hand it to them. That's a
hard one. Give me sock monkeys and quilted pumpkins any day!" And with that
she said, "Well, hon, come by around noon and you can meet Jeff here." She
then turned around and got back to work along with some other mom I never
saw before.

I wandered around some more but since nothing was fully operational or yet
open, it was a little boring. It's then that I saw that the double doors
from the gymnasium out to the main corridor of the school were wide
open. Some men were bringing something big into the gym and, therefore,
they had those doors fully propped open.

I knew that it had been decided that the corridors of the school would be
accessible to parents and families in order so that they could see the
various art and science projects, which each class had on display. My
homeroom class did a huge hallway poster project called, "Chemicals Pollute
Our Rivers and Streams".

Despite the fact that visitors to the Halloween fun fair could explore the
colorful displays along the school building's corridors, all the classrooms
would be locked. And yet I decided to go for a stroll anyway. I had an hour
to kill and it was sort of cool to be in the main part of my school when it
was essentially empty. It was both quietly thrilling and, quite frankly, a
little scarier than any Haunted House they may have set up in the gym.

There was absolutely no one in sight. All the fluorescent corridor lights
were on but every locked classroom was dark. I stood at the door to my
homeroom and peered in through the small window. I could see "Cheney", our
class' weasel inside his cage near the aquarium under the windows. I looked
some more and saw the flag hanging high over Mrs. Hogan's desk.

I went further down the empty corridor and passed the water fountain and
then the Science Lab room and then, all the way at the farthest end, where
it dead-ended, I spotted the boy's bathroom. I didn't have to pee or
anything but I thought it might cool to see where I played with
Mr. Hendricks during the school week.

I was sort of surprised that the bathroom was unlocked. There were much
bigger bathrooms in the gymnasium for all the visitors to the Halloween
Magic Fair. Therefore, I thought this bathroom, like the classrooms, also
would have been locked. But they weren't. So I went in.

Immediately, I could hear some clunking and muffled shuffling coming from
someplace inside. It sort of scared me, actually. But I was curious and
went deeper into the room where I found that the strange sounds were coming
from one of the stalls. I stopped dead in my tracks when, suddenly, I saw
Mr. Hendricks' head appear fully above the shorter-than-standard stall
door. It was the boy's bathroom, after all.

"Fuuuuuck! Thank God", he said in a loud whisper. Then he whispered to
someone else, in that same loud whisper, "It's just the kid I was telling
you about." And with that, the stall door slowly opened.

What I saw shocked me more than I had ever been shocked in all my twelve
years!



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