Kindergarten
I've heard this story a million times, and I'm sure you've heard it too.
I've heard this story a million times, and I'm sure you've heard it too. It's the story of the big bad wolf and the treee pigs. I'm doing volenteer work for the elementary school. I'm an assistant and I have to read stories, and watch the children outside. The children are great, but a guy from the other high school across town likes to harrass me when the teacher or the students aren't around. We both assist Mrs. Hens' classroom.
"And the big bad wolf huffed, and he puffed, but he could'nt blow the house down because it was made of bricks. The end." I said. The students liked that story a lot, but what do you expect, their kindergarteners.
"All right students, time for reccess." Mrs. Hen said, and the kids went about out the class, and she went along with them. She usually trusts Frank & I alone, and sharpen pencils for her. She shut & locked the door behind her and I sat back on the carpet instead of the small chair I've been on for the past 15 minutes, and Frank usually puts stamps on the kids' papers, and stickers on certain ones he liked. Which was quite unfair if you ask me, but I won't judge because Iwould do the same.
Speaking of Frank.
"I'd like to blow your house down." Frank sat on top of me, and forced me to hold his hands. Which was uncomfortable if you ask me, but very comforting.
"Big bad wolf." Still so very true.
"Pig." He pressed his hands down on my pants, and I must say, it felt rather good, but I shouldn't be enjoying it so much because it's wrong.
"For doing this, you owe me." He began rubbing my crotch, and I tried holding in my groan but I couldn't. I tried pushing his hand off, but he eventually got tired of me, and pressed down hard so it hurt.
"Asshole." I whispered.
"You will NOT talk to me that way, you're mine." He said. I held my breath and mentally counted to 10 in my head, as I let out to breathe, he leaned down on top of me and kissed me. Shoved his tongue into my mouth with force and tons of energy, this kiss wasn't passionate at all, it was with pain but pleasure, and I was hopeless. His tongue was running around in my mouth so much, that it felt like he was my toothbrush, going through all my teeth, and rubbing on the roof of my mouth, and getting everything all wet. I could hardly breathe,both out of my mouth, and nose, but I tried to enjoy this as much as possible.
"Stop." I managed to let out, and he didn't. He held my hands down, and rode me like a horse.
"Stop." He finally did. He was panting, and so was I. He was sweating alot, he got off of me, and went across the room.
"You're lucky...this is the only classroom with only one window, and no one ever plans on looking through it. Becasue if the little children ever did, they would be brain scarred at how much homosexuality Bellville has to offer." He said. I got up, and went to the sharpener without saying a word.
"Gerard." He came closer to me, and his hands were wrapped around my waist like a clingy plastic wrapper. Soft-yet-strong.
"You've been really sad lately, did I do something wrong?" His innocent voice didn't want me to argue with it.
"No. I'm just not...like you. I'm not...gay. I like girls." His hands went off me, and I turned to see him, but by then, he was feet away for me.
"You're telling me this now? You know how I feel about you. I thought what we had was special. I guess not, but if you wanted to break up, you could've just asked. If you want me to go, then just say 'leave me alone.' and I will, for good." I had no idea we were dating.
"Frank..." That word was just so hard to let out. I took a deep breath.
"never leave me."I continued. I guess that I shouldn't break his little black heart, and I guess he could be the one for me.
"Never leave me, and never stop loving me, because I will never stop loveing you." He smiled, but I pulled him towards me with force, (like he does with me) and I kissed him in an instant.
"And the big bad wolf huffed, and he puffed, but he could'nt blow the house down because it was made of bricks. The end." I said. The students liked that story a lot, but what do you expect, their kindergarteners.
"All right students, time for reccess." Mrs. Hen said, and the kids went about out the class, and she went along with them. She usually trusts Frank & I alone, and sharpen pencils for her. She shut & locked the door behind her and I sat back on the carpet instead of the small chair I've been on for the past 15 minutes, and Frank usually puts stamps on the kids' papers, and stickers on certain ones he liked. Which was quite unfair if you ask me, but I won't judge because Iwould do the same.
Speaking of Frank.
"I'd like to blow your house down." Frank sat on top of me, and forced me to hold his hands. Which was uncomfortable if you ask me, but very comforting.
"Big bad wolf." Still so very true.
"Pig." He pressed his hands down on my pants, and I must say, it felt rather good, but I shouldn't be enjoying it so much because it's wrong.
"For doing this, you owe me." He began rubbing my crotch, and I tried holding in my groan but I couldn't. I tried pushing his hand off, but he eventually got tired of me, and pressed down hard so it hurt.
"Asshole." I whispered.
"You will NOT talk to me that way, you're mine." He said. I held my breath and mentally counted to 10 in my head, as I let out to breathe, he leaned down on top of me and kissed me. Shoved his tongue into my mouth with force and tons of energy, this kiss wasn't passionate at all, it was with pain but pleasure, and I was hopeless. His tongue was running around in my mouth so much, that it felt like he was my toothbrush, going through all my teeth, and rubbing on the roof of my mouth, and getting everything all wet. I could hardly breathe,both out of my mouth, and nose, but I tried to enjoy this as much as possible.
"Stop." I managed to let out, and he didn't. He held my hands down, and rode me like a horse.
"Stop." He finally did. He was panting, and so was I. He was sweating alot, he got off of me, and went across the room.
"You're lucky...this is the only classroom with only one window, and no one ever plans on looking through it. Becasue if the little children ever did, they would be brain scarred at how much homosexuality Bellville has to offer." He said. I got up, and went to the sharpener without saying a word.
"Gerard." He came closer to me, and his hands were wrapped around my waist like a clingy plastic wrapper. Soft-yet-strong.
"You've been really sad lately, did I do something wrong?" His innocent voice didn't want me to argue with it.
"No. I'm just not...like you. I'm not...gay. I like girls." His hands went off me, and I turned to see him, but by then, he was feet away for me.
"You're telling me this now? You know how I feel about you. I thought what we had was special. I guess not, but if you wanted to break up, you could've just asked. If you want me to go, then just say 'leave me alone.' and I will, for good." I had no idea we were dating.
"Frank..." That word was just so hard to let out. I took a deep breath.
"never leave me."I continued. I guess that I shouldn't break his little black heart, and I guess he could be the one for me.
"Never leave me, and never stop loving me, because I will never stop loveing you." He smiled, but I pulled him towards me with force, (like he does with me) and I kissed him in an instant.
