Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2009 19:10:41 -0800 (PST)
From: joseph holt <ms1averne@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Teacher is a...F A G pt 7

OVER 18 PLEASE!!!!    ALL THE USUAL RESTRICTIONS APPLY:

At last it was over.  Tyrone left & I caught the bus for home.  I couldn't
believe what all I'd done.  How many times had I sucked Tyrone off...3???
4??? or maybe 5 times???  I couldn't remember.  I'd let him piss all over
me, & laugh at me.  I'd begged him for his prick, I cried in front of him.
Hell, I would've given him a piggy back ride if he'd told me to.  I knew
I'd fucked up, for good this time.  No more Mr Closet FAG for me...my
secret was out now, forever...and there was nothing I could do about it.
I'd never been able to face myself as a fag before.  Talk about mass
denial!!!!  I must've been living inside a dream world.  I'm a goddamn fag
now...forever!!!  And everybody knows it now.  I reasoned my life was over,
effective immediately.  How could I have let this happen???  What the fuck
went wrong????  Did I just dream the entire incident???  It couldn't be
true, it just couldn't.  I was dreaming, I had to be.  There was no other
explanation.  The bus actually went past my stop before I realized it.  I
exited immediately and ran back to my tiny apartment.  There was only one
thing for me to do...I had to pack my things & leave town...tonite, catch
the first bus outta here and go anywhere, anyplace.  If I had one thread of
decency or pride left in me I had to leave.  My mind was racing out of
control - I could go to jail, lose my job, be publicly humiliated, and even
worst than that...I could be publicly labeled - F A G G O T!!!

Quickly I stuffed all the clothes I could pack into a small suitcase, got
my checkbook & credit cards, various toiletries and hailed a cab & went
straight to the bus terminal.  My heart was pounding like a jackhammer.  I
walked straight up to the counter and bought a tickert for Springfield, the
closest town.  It was only about 30 miles away.  I was informed the bus
would be loading in about 45 mins.  I finally sat down & took a deep
breath.  I tried to relax and unwind.  No such luck.  I closed my eyes,
naturally all I could see was Tyrone...and that Monster - fabulous prick of
his.  No matter, life as I knew it before was over for me now.  This was
the only way I kept telling myself.  Just let my cowardly instincts take
over like I always do.  A new start in a new town was exactly what I
needed, I reasoned.  Maybe I'll even have to change my name.  Whatever, I
was ready to leave now, it was the only way I could think of to save my
punk ass.  I couldn't go to jail, couldn't face a trial, couldn't face
being accused of something so deviant.  I had flashes of being in the
principal's office and she accusing me of molestation.  I would just
collapse and die on the spot.  I don't know, maybe it's just me, but...if
there's one thing I absolutely could not deal with, is to have a woman find
out I'm a faggot.  The humiliation would be beyond repair.  That may even
be worse than going to jail.  Well, anyway it'll all be over - I thought,
in just a few minutes, I'd be on the bus to Springfield and all my troubles
would be behind me.  I actually closed my eyes for a few minutes and dozed
off, I dreamt of my life, all the pricks I'd sucked in the relative comfort
of gloryholes and darkened mens' rooms.  I'd always thought I led a pretty
boring and unexciting life, but now, I yearned for that anonymity.  I'd
make sure that from now on I wouldn't be tempted by fate or anything else
again - no matter how big the prick or how juicy it looked, there was a
larger picture to look at.  Nothing was worth blowing my secret over,
nothing.  I knew I couldn't live w/o sex and if gloryholes and mens' rooms
were all that was in store for me...so be it.  Seems like I faintly heard
the announcer calling all passengers to Springfield prepare to board at
Gate 7.  I snapped myself awake and collected my small bag and prepared to
venture off into my new life.  I was about to stand up when all of a sudden
I felt a powerful hand slap me on the shoulder.  I stood up, turned around
to see and my heart just...dropped, literally fell out of my chest.  My
knees gave out, I just knew I was going to faint.  It was Tyrone!!!!

OMG - I thought to myself.  "Uh huh - knew yo' bitch punk ass would be
tryin'na sneak outta town" Tyrone spoke.  I was dumbfounded, I didn;t know
whether to shit or go blind.  I stood there motionless like a damned fool.
"Gimme yo' bag, bitch" Tyrone commanded.  I was still frozen on the spot.
He took my bag and told me to follow him.  I wanted to cry.  I mean...how
could he...how could this be happening to me???  What had I done wrong???
Why me, why me???  "I told you to come on, bitch" Tyrone angrily shouted in
fromt of all the pther passengers.  I was embarrassed beyond belief.  But
bowed my head & like an obediant dog...followed his master outta the bus
terminal.  "Oughtta kick yo' ass, can't believe nobody could be as bigga
punk as you, goddamn you make me sick with yo' faggot ass!!!"  Tyrone
didn't care if anyone heard him.  I certainly did, I held my head down in
shame and hurriedly followed him outside.  "Bitch, where da fuck wuz you
goin'" he demanded.  I was too afraid of him to speak, "Bitch don't make me
slap you" again he snorted.  "I - I - I - I, was...going...to, to see
my...sister" I managed to stammer.  "She's sick, I wanted to help her get
better" I lied.  He knew it.  My ass was gonna get kicked now & I knew it,
& there was nothing I could do about it.  I quickly lowered my eyes to the
ground in stark raving terror.  To my surprise and great relief - he didn't
hit me.  He just kept muttering about me being such a punk ass bitch, over
& over.  That was fine with me.  Yes, yes, I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'm a
punk, just please don't kick my ass...please don't.


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