Wednesday, September 1, 2005 Mrs. Bremer was in the locker room again, but this time, she followed Zach out instead of us. When we got to Ms. Lease's class, Hunter leaned in to speak to me. "It's time I paid you back for yesterday," he said, and then picked me up and placed me on Ms.
Lease's desk. I gasped as he took my penis into his mouth. He began deep-throating me as my cries of pleasure filled the classroom. "I'm cumming!" I yelled, and he pulled off me just as the first spasms of semen shot through my dick. He stood up, strands of my cum covering his face and dripping down his neck.
Grimacing, he pumped his engorged cock until it exploded onto my chest. Then, he pulled me into a loving embrace and we kissed until the applause of the class brought us back to reality.
Just before class ended, I got called down to Dr. Weems' office. I went to the administration building and knocked ma kendra lust and stepdaughter get banged her door.
"Come in," she said. I noticed that Mrs. Bremer was also in the room. "Am I in trouble for something?" I asked. "Not at all," Dr. Weems replied, "we just needed to get you out of class." "We have a plan to catch those bullies. When you leave, I'm going to follow you at a discrete distance holding a tape recorder.
Hopefully, they'll be waiting for you, and if they are, then we've got them." "What if they run away?" "I've brought Hunter in on the plan, he'll be waiting in the hallway to catch them." "Awesome!" Mrs.
Bremer nodded, "It's certainly a unique way to deal with bullies. I'll have to mention this in my report to the state; it will definitely assuage some of the legislators' concerns." I left the office and headed for German class, followed shortly thereafter by Dr. Weems and Mrs. Bremer. Sure enough, they were waiting for me. "Hey faggot!" the ringleader yelled, "wipe your boyfriends cum off your goddamn fucking chest!" They crowded around me, menacingly. Their taunting was soon broken up by Dr.
Weems brandishing her tape recorder. "That's enough!" she exclaimed. The bullies instantly lost their swagger and cute blonde teen biatch lilli dixon railed by big cock pornstars hardcore to run away, only to be met by Hunter standing in the doorway.
"The tape recording should be enough to convince Dr. Martin, but I want both of you boys to stay and corroborate the story." We then followed her to Dr. Martin's office. Dr. Martin interviewed each of them individually, and then called Hunter and me in to give our side of the story.
"They each told a different story, and you boys both agree with the tape recording, so proving their guilt won't be difficult," he said, "still, a case this serious calls for a formal disciplinary hearing, which means I have to call their parents in. I want you boys to stay and tell the parents what you told me. That way maybe they won't fight me so much." Dr.
Weems broke in, "Before the parents get here, you boys should wash the cum off yourselves, it will make you seem less credible." We went to the bathroom and wiped ourselves off. Then we sat down on the couch outside Dr. Weems' office. Hunter put his arm around me protectively. "I'm sorry you had to go through with that," he said.
"Thanks for helping me with it," I replied. We kissed and held one another for a few minutes. Hunter spoke up again: "So I guess your family's looking group of girls sucking and fucking cocks in the bedroom a new church." "Yeah, looks like we're not welcome back at our old one." "I have a youth group meeting tonight if you want to come." "Thanks, that sounds great." "Cool, I'll pick you up at quarter 'til 5 then, my cousin's coming too." "How long are they staying for?" "Dunno, they had to evacuate because of the hurricane.
Now it looks like their house is flooded, so they could be here a few months. Actually, they might have to start school here. Khac's in our grade." "Does he swim?" "No, gymnastics. He's pretty good at it too." Just then, Dr. Weems came in and announced that the first set of parents were ready for us. We went into Dr. Martin's office and recounted our story. "Well no wonder," the father yelled, "I don't see how anyone could blame my son for reacting like that to this sort of weirdness being flaunted all over school!
Back in my day these two freaks would have been lucky to escape with what Ronnie did!" His wife tried to subdue him but he kept on. "I knew I should have taken him out of this school the moment you guys came up with this loony program! Well you're crazy if you think you're getting another tuition dollar out of me! Let's go, dear." And with that, they both left. The other parents were less belligerent, mostly they tried to downplay the incident or insisted that their son had been provoked.
The process ended up lasting through lunch, so Dr. Weems had the cafeteria send us trays of food.
Then she sent me with a note to fourth bell. When mom picked me up I told her that Hunter was taking me to his youth group. "That's nice dear, what denomination is he?" she asked.
Episcopalian, I think." "Well, tell us how you like it when you get back." I hesitated a moment before continuing.
"Mom, can I ask you something?" "Yes dear." "Well, I've kind of gotten used to going around naked at school, and its actually really comfortable. I was sort of wondering if I could start going naked at home." She thought for a moment: "Well, honey, we've all had a lot of changes to get used to in the past couple of weeks.
I don't know if another big change like that is really what we need right now." I did my homework, and Hunter showed up right at 4:45. He was chatting with my mom when I came downstairs. "You look great," he said, and gave me a peck on the cheek. We went out to the car and he introduced me to his cousin, Khac. Then we drove to the church, where Hunter introduced me to his youth pastor, Len, and his friends Bernice, Mae, and Aaron. We started out playing tag in a field behind the church, then went to the fellowship hall for pizza.
I was amazed at how well everyone seemed to get along; at my old youth group people mostly stuck to their own cliques. After dinner it was time for the Bible lesson. Len talked about loving your enemies. He said that people often did bad things because they felt like that was the only way to go throw upskirt mini skirt in london street tube porn, and that forgiving them might help them realize that there was another way.
It made me think about Reverened Neale. I wondered what had made him the way that he was, and if there was anything that could make him change. As I went to bed that night, I said a silent prayer for him, and for the boys that had bullied me.