Part 3
After the funeral of my sexy boy, which was funnily attended by my old drama teacher who taught me the ways of the peada-walk-of-life. It wasn't really a fancy funeral, if the truth needs to be said, I didn't even buy him a coffin. Me and Brian, the local necrophiliac had a night in were we played Necro-Buckaroo, and in each time that darn donkey buckaroo'd. Either me or big boy Brian, depending on who lost, had to stay out of the fun of slicing off the skin of Patrick, and using the blue and rotting corpse as an opening for the most phallic fantasy of all time. We weren't sure what to use for a replacement coffin, so we decided to chop Patrick's heavily molested and tortured pre-pubescent body, and place them in various board games, such as Kerplunk, Screwball Scramble and Ghost Castle. We even placed the eyeballs in Hotel. We also decided to place the half chewed off penis into Risk but my temptation took over my mind and I decide to place them in my mouth without chewing (to my satisfaction) for 6 hours.
I often still go down to the local primary school to lick the rim of the boys and girls toilets. However I can't return to at least three Nurseries and a primary schools to the east of the city. As I am suspicious that other teachers are following suit as me. I have come to this conclusion as I have returned on numerous times only to find that other members of the public have already licked off the stale coming of age wee wee. However on a more recent trip, I felt awkward and unusual, this wasn't your typical feeling knowing that your going to get extreme pleasure, it's not the butterfly feeling, nor the churning in your ass, I felt invincible, hey I felt on top of the world. So with my newfound excitement I instinctually changed my course from nursery via primary school to the Woodford Baths for Disabled Children. I was in for a real treat and a half. As I got nearer to the baths I could smell downsyndrome poo, it wreaked, I had to grab my jaw and wash off the saliva dripping from my chin with my sleeve which was coated in dry sperm from various little boys, pony's and not forgetting my granddad. I swung open the doors only to find spastic children. It ranged from downsyndrome, MS, HIV, leukemia, cancer and anthrax. My pupils got bigger and so did my by now throbbing prod. With my libido sky high, I grabbed a 7 year old feebelton, thrusted my erection down his throat, I could feel the struggle but to no avail, as he was choking on my warm sperm, I could see the piss chlorine water seeping through into his mouth drowning him minute by minute. Lifeguard's and fellow spaz's looked in disgust. All I could do was drain off every last drop of sperm into his deformed disabled mouth. I made a quick getaway through the emergency exit,, running heavy from drenched clothes and shoes, I staggered into St.Georges Field which was not that far from the cemetery. As I sat down trying catch my breathe, I felt cold as the wind caught on every wet patch of my body, it was so cold that my testicles shriveled up and my penis shrank. I really wanted to wank over what I had just done, but nothing. So I stripped off trying to get my clothes dry. As I got warmer my penis got larger and bollocks started to loosen up.
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