Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 00:12:35 +0100
From: Joey Tailor <joeytailor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Finding-Dad 2

Since I met Dad, I Stayed with him the two last weekends before school let
out for summer vacations. The third week seemed to drag on forever until
Friday evening came around and I sat waiting for him on the front door step.
His engine is the first sound I can truly say I put to memory. That day I
realized my Mom also knew the sound of my Dad coming up the driveway.
Jumping off my butt I ran to my side of the truck and leaped up taking my
place. I know I always rattled off about how much I missed him and the fun
things I did all week. This time, I saw my Mom walking up to Dads window.
'Oh shit.' I thought to myself.

With a half burned out smoke in her face, she started giving Dad a hard
time. "Look, I have him every fucking week day of the year." "Don't you
think its about fucking time you took care of the brat?" Her cigarette never
left her cracked lips as she swore like a  trooper. "At least for the
fucking summer, or send him away to a fucked up camp."

"Your right Penny." Dad surprised Mom and me both. "Your right, I have been
a bad Father to our son." His eyes were telling a sad story. "You deserve a
break."

"About fucking time you saw it too." Mom bought into Dads fake confession.

"Chris, go get your stuff." Dad turned to look directly at me. "Its time I
took a bigger role in your life. You are going to move in with me for the
summer, just like your Mom said."

I was in that house gathering my stuff faster that a
teenage-mutant-ninja-turtle. Don't know what my rents talked about, but by
crap I was happier than a weenie on a stick.

Dad did not send me to camp, but he offered to let me go if I wanted. No
sir, I spent all six weeks with my Dad. We had a great time. Even his Boss
was nice to me. They got me a real expensive suit and I got to go to work
with my Dad. He drove a big silver limo and I got to open the door and act
like a grown up for the summer. I earned a few tips and Dad paid me a small
wage. It was never about the money, but I was sure happy to have my own
stash. Dad also explained the importance of what I learned from working and
having people trust in me.

We all returned to our normal routines after summer. Dad promised things
would get better. I just had to trust him and be patient.


The 'end of day' school bell rang out in the hallways sending 300+
elementary school kids wild. Chair legs screeched on the tiled floors as
their occupants butts stood. Back-packs and were stuffed with books and
thrown over shoulders. Students were already running out of the school doors
heading home, off to play, or to meet proud parents on pick-up duty.

Today was Chris' day on the class roster to tidy the chalk boards. Once a
month each child had the task, amongst a few other chores in the class or
school to complete. He dropped his school bag on top of the wooden school
desk closest to the front board and smiled at his 4th grade teacher.

Mr. Car smiled back to Chris before telling him to clean the smaller chalk
board on the side wall first. The 28 year old man always spoke with a calm
reassuring tone. Not once did Chris hear his teacher raise his voice or
speak with a condescending expression.

Chris sauntered over to the board as requested and began the task of
cleaning the scribbles and days' notes away. Red chalk was always the
hardest color to remove. His little arms scrubbed as hard as he could to
remove the last of the defiant pigment from the black back-ground. The upper
quarter has always proven hard to reach for the smaller students. Mr. Car
knew to leave the children to work it out for themselves. Their minds had
developed enough to figure a way to reach.
This was Chris' second turn at staying behind for class duty. So long as it
did not interfere with his Dad picking him up on Friday he would not mind at
all. For Chris, there was not much reason to rush home.

Instinctively Chris took a chair from a close by desk to achieve the
required height. Following the same routine he used last time to clean the
top section to a proud matte black finish. Reaching to the top still
required Chris to extend one arm to an extreme while finding grip with his
other hand. This motion did not go unnoticed from the perving eyes of his
state funded educator.
The 10 year olds T-shirt rode high up the boys thin frame showing off much
of his side and back. Mr. Car took note of the boy's thin cloth pull-up blue
shorts and the thread worn elastic waistband. A firm erection jolted to life
in the pants of the artificially tanned teacher.

Happy with his work, Chris replaced the chair behind the desk whence it
came. His mind still dreaming of spending another weekend with his new
Father continually clouded his thoughts. Brush, chalk and cleaning cloth in
hand, the vacant boy walked over to the front board and commenced cleaning.

Directly in front of the board, Mr. Car sat in his chair mimicking the act
of marking class papers. Although they call it a chalk board, it is really a
larger piece of treated fabric that moves on large rollers. This certainly
makes it easier to clean than the chalk board on the side wall. The draw
back for the kids, there is three times as much surface to wipe.

As Chris came to an end of his cleaning duty, Mr. Car took pleasure seeing
it had not take the handsome boy even half the time it normally took his
students.  The 10 minutes he needed to make his move on the little boy
presented itself as a gift from the boy himself.

Philip Car had many desires toward Chris. Thoughts of perversion are regular
place in his over worked pedo mind. In 8 years of teaching 4th grade kids,
Car managed to seduce hoards of the boys in his and other classes. His mind
considers any boy from 7 to 11 years old hot for the taking.

One other boy in class had already succumb to the woe and charm of Car. A
very pretty 8 year old that came from the 3rd grade needing much help and
tuition. On the second day of school, Steven Bryce fell to the advances of
Car with no hesitation.
Steven's parents were not the type to spend much time trying to help their
son with his school work or behavior problems. The answer for them was with
their family Doctor. A quick diagnosis and treatment, young Steven is added
to the list of millions of children being drugged in order to help parents
get on with their lives. Normally active and perhaps learning to cope with
an attention problem the once outgoing boy became zombiefied.

Given a boy lover's dream drug, the tyke did not have a chance fighting off
the two main effects of the little blue pill. Moments after taking his first
dose, Steven felt all his resistance fade away. He felt free and at peace.
Soon after he zoned out, the second process kicked in leaving the boy
completely unaware and unable to resist anything. His brain function slowed
by 30%. Most of his motor functions remained intact, just a lot slower.
Mr. And Mrs. Bryce meet with the school councilor to discuss the boy. They
came to agree on allowing Steven more time to finish his work and one-on-one
tutoring once a week with Mr. Car, his new teacher.

Car was very please to see the drugs affect on Steven and welcomed him to
class. The boy truly radiated 'pretty' sat at his desk listening intently.
>From day one Car strut around the class searching for a moment to test his
ground. Every step he took drove the nail of lust deeper, he wanted in the
boys pants. His loins ached to get in the boys pants. During lessons he
walked up and down the isles between the 28 students in his class.
Steven's desk cornered the back row closet to the chalk board. Far left
corner from of the teacher's desk, secluded from the view of the other kids
provided they were working or looking forward.

A couple of times that first day, Car managed his way beside Steven. Getting
small thrills patting the boys back, feeling his soft hair and noticing a
zero response from the well-doped child.

Day 2 of the new school year, a bright sun shone from the sky. As per the
school curriculum, the days final lesson consisted of two hours of grueling
math. Most of the students groaned when the lesson started and continued
complaining until Mr. Car cut the class 15 minutes before the end of day.
They discussed the school's cleaning roster and the children learned of
their days to help the janitorial staff as well as what day they should
expect to clean the class chalk boards.

"Starting tomorrow." Car added in a smooth tone that brought the class back
attention just as the school bell clanged its releasing message.

Car strolled up the left most isle towards Steven. Placing his hand on the
boy's head, he motioned him to stay in his seat as the rest of the class
emptied. "We have a one-on-one today my pretty little thing." The words
perved into Steven's ear. The boy did not flinch or react in any way. He was
obedient to anything and completely controllable.

Car ushered the last of his students out of class. Calling out to Steven, he
beckoned the boy to him. They entered study room 5, reserved by the school
secretary at the request of the councilor. A small space approximately 3
meters square with two chairs and a small table. The heavy wooden door
closed with a heavy metallic click.
Steven stood in his place with a glazed mist coating his otherwise sweet
eyes. In front of the boy sat his teacher with lust filled eyes. An aching
erection prominent in his pants called for attention.
"Steven, do you remember your parents telling you about our one-on-one
sessions?" Mr. Car chose his words well and spoke in tone so sweet and
alluring.

"Yes." Steven spoke his first words of the school year. "I'm supposed to do
be here with you." Steven enjoyed being with his teacher. This is the only
person to show any interest in the boy. Although medicated, he was not dead.
The child longed for any type of attention or affection.

There was little intention in Philip's mind to do any real tutoring today.
In reality, Car already planned how the next 20 minutes would transpire.

First he reaches forward placing both hands on Steven's hips. Guiding him
forward, he spoke in a hypnotic voice. "Steven I want you to concentrate on
my voice and the questions I ask you." "Nothing else, you wont feel or
remember anything other than the questions I ask you." "Is that understood?"
Car reached to Steven's neck tilting the boys head back just slightly enough
for him to stare at the joint where the wall met the ceiling.

"Yes." A meek response wavered from the small child's red lips.

"What is 8+8 Steven?" Car started his questioning as his hands slid down the
boys back stopping on his butt.

His little mind plays the question over slowly. He knows the answer but will
take time to make the calculation and the more time to relay that to his
mouth.
Car can see the thought process working as he softly squeezes the firm boy
ass. His grip tenses up to a kneading motion. His man cock sealed away
behind boxers leaking precum onto his pubes.

"Sixteen" Young Steven finally announces to his teacher.

"Very good Steven." Car halts his finger work. "And did anything else
happen?"
Steven can not recall anything happening and so responds with a light shake
of his head.

"OK, lets carry on then." The pleased pedo sees how easily the seduction
seems to progress.
"10+9"  Poses the next question.
Car's fingers take grip on the boys zipper as it's lowered slowly. Still no
answer to the question or sign of resistance. Car speeds up his assault on
the 8 year old virgin. His jeans are unsnapped and the two halves of the
material pulled away to reveal the hem of the boys shirt resting on a pair
of superman underwear. Pedo teacher Car looks at Steven's face seeing a
trance of thought gazed exactly where directed.

A gentle lift of the shirt front reveals a smooth skinned stomach. Philip
pulls at the elastic waistband of Steven's Super Hero underpants, stretching
them downward.

"Nineteen" Blurts the child. His summing took so long a startled Car's
startled touch released the outstretched underoos.  Even the slap of elastic
is not enough to phase the child stood in the clutches of his assailant.

"Nineteen, Correct." Car sighs aloud. "20-5" A third problem asked as the
man lifts the little guy's shirt, having the boy hold it in place under his
arms. Pedo teach tugs at the kids open jeans until they rest on knee caps.
The sight of Steve stood there with the tiniest of bulges in his little
undies almost has the perv blowing a load of hot man cum in his pants.

Car hooks his fingers under the band of the boy's underwear dragging them
down to settle on top of his fallen jeans. Steven stands  still,
calculating. In his mind seemingly unaware his 4th grade teacher is staring
in awe of his 1 inch limp penis as it rests happily over his tiny scrotum. A
smell of sweet 8 year old boy emanates from the heavenly package just inches
from Car's face. His hands freely molest the tiny dick and balls hanging
free for the taking. His foreskin slides back to expose a small head and his
cocklet gets jerked lovingly. The powerful drugs prevent the prepubescent
boy from hardening.
Taking the boys little meat into the warmth of his mouth, Car sucks and
nibbles on the little dickie enjoying the taste and trill of the conquest
while releasing his man sized throbbing cock. Scooping a wad of precum from
his enlarged  mushroomed head, the pedo teacher fingers the goo into
Steven's ass hole.
While sucking the boys limp dick, Car finger fucks his back passage with
realization there is almost no muscular resistance to his probing. An easy
kiddy fuck this one is going to be.

"Fifteen" Steven took longer to do the subtraction. His feeble stance
remains unbroken.

"Yes." Car eagerly encourages the youth. "Are you doing OK Steven?" Car
searches for any sign of being busted.

"I'm thirsty." Little Bryce asks tentatively.

Redressing the boy as time comes to an end, Car sits Steven down in the
chair. "I have a drink for you Steven." "A special drink for a special boy."
Car's voice soothes the boy back into relaxation.

"You have to use a straw, its one of those extra thick shakes." Car closes
Steven's eye lids, stands beside the boy and turns the small child's head to
face his dripping cock. A light pressure applied from his thumb on the boy's
chin and the hard 7 inch cock slides along the boys velvet soft tongue into
the warm suckling mouth.

Steven sucks at the straw placed in his mouth and instantly tastes the
juice. Pleased with the flavor he sucks harder enticing his teacher to lose
control and pump 8 shots of hot sticky cum into the boy's mouth.

Car sent young Steven Bryce on his way home that afternoon feeling safe in
the knowledge Steven was not able to recall anything that just happened. As
reality would have it, Steven did comprehend most of what transpired. Real
time storage of the rape suppressed itself for many hours.

As the weeks passed and the assaults continued, Steven's mind and body
managed to compensate for the medication. Although his actions and responses
were far slower than the average 8 year old boys, he became more aware of
the people around him. He also started to look forward to the regular sexy
afternoons he had with his teacher. The attention he always craved was right
in front of him five days a week and he started to love every second of
school.

I just finished cleaning the front board when my teacher, Mr. Car, he's got
a cool name. He swung around in his chair and clipped my side real hard with
the arm of his chair. Man, a bolt of fire shot down my leg and I fell.
Mr. Car caught me as I hit the floor. So much for him having any kind of
quick reflexes in the event of an emergency. He did help me back up to my
feet. Crap that hurt something fierce, I remember. The pain was throbbing in
my leg and just under my right hip. Mr. Car said he was sorry and fussed
over me. My hands were busy rubbing like mad to get the pain to go away, but
no luck there.

My teacher pulled away my hands saying he wanted to have a look at the
damage. First he tried to pull up the leg of my shorts. Duh, he hit me way
higher than that. Oh shit, I realized to see where I got hit I had to drop
my shorts. Slowly I pulled the side of my shorts down to expose my right hip
where I hurt the most. Mr. Car was gentle and I felt safe with him. He
steadied me by locking my legs between his and slid  my shorts  down
farther. Thankfully, my pecker was not on show.

"That looks a little nastier than I though it would be." He looked shocked
and that worried me. He took out some cream from his desk and started to rub
it into my red swelling skin. Ooh, that felt good. I had to control myself
or I was going to pop wood. One of his hands rubbed the cream and his other
I felt touching up my butt. 'What the hell is going on here.' I thought to
myself. The words were right on the tip of my tongue too. Mr. Car spoke
first and I lost track of what I was going to say.
"Well Chris, you not wearing underwear today?" His words asked my, but his
voice was saying it's OK.

I explained that I only wear underwear Friday, Saturday Sunday and Monday.
Those are the days I stay with my Dad. Mom isn't too big on doing laundry so
I don't always have a lot to choose from. I gave him a small version of life
at home with Mom. While talking to my teacher I didn't even notice his hand
that was patting my butt had slipped under the top of my shorts. Now here
was me leg locked by my teacher and he was rubbing my ouch and my ass crack.

All the time he rubbed the cream in, I listened as he reminded me that I was
a year behind in school. Needed to keep up the grades and blab, blab, blab.
OK, I stopped listening to what he was talking about. My head just nodded
the routine kid agreement.

Some time into the rough and painful foundling of my ass, I sprung a bone.
Mr. C was looking straight at my tenting shorts. My boner was likely the
only thing keeping my shorts up by this time.
"Is the pain any better, my little soldier?" He never even looked away from
my mid section.
"Well my butt hurts a lot now." My intention was for him to stop squeezing
my ass cheeks so hard. I like when Dad feels my ass, damn he is nice and
gentle.

Thank goodness, Mr. C. took his hand off my butt. I could feel the blood
returning with heat. Then, woo, I was shocked. He took more cream from the
tube to apply to my bruise. But oh no, it didn't go there. He stuck his
finger straight up my hole frigging my ass. Well, if my stiffy was about to
go down, it sure found new life. I was like a nail. So fast did my dick
shoot back up it popped right out the top of my shorts.

Mr. C. helped my shorts down a little more and he started to play with my 2
inch rocket. You know I have had a lot of sex with my Dad, and a few other
guys. I think I started most of it. This time was way different. This time a
man started the come-on. My teacher, and it was hot enough top make me want
more.
His pants bulged big time. I knew he had an erection too. While I was
looking at his crotch and enjoying the finger fuck, he managed to take out a
cell phone and started to snap pictures of my woody. Even my ass got a
picture with his finger in my hole.

The part that turned me off was the picture taking. I pulled his hand away
from my butt and pulled up my shorts.  I took off after thanking him for
looking after my bruise. He sat in his chair with a tent in his pants when I
pushed my way through the class room door. Our caretaker stood outside the
door mopping the hall, but I was sure he was to short to have seen anything
from the little window in the door.

That night, about 7pm I called Dad. We look forward to chatting once or
twice a week on the phone. It helps keep me sane until Friday. Dad must have
picked up on something in my voice. He was asking what is wrong did someone
pick on me, did I get in a fight. All the usual Parent type questions.

He even told me he would come over if I needed him to take care of anyone
for me. I told him, 'no, I can handle it.'

Then he told me, I do not have to handle it, he is the Dad and he will take
the responsibility of fixing what ever is wrong.

"Dad, I can deal with it." "And Dad, It sure makes me happy to know your
there when I cant."