"IT LOOKS LIKE A DICK!" I shouted out loud. I couldnt believe it. "Shut the fuck up and eat your goddamn dick bacon!" my dad shouted, quite hilariousl.... My dads name was John. John Webb. I hated him so much. I left the house without even touching my penis again, or the bacon for that matter.I hopped on the school bus and the moment I got on, the bus driver pantsed me and my soft penis fell right out. Everyone saw my soft penis meat, but nobody laughed. Everyone just stared with glazed eyes. I. He was moaning as he rubbed my bottom.I pushed back on him until he was on the floor and I was on top. I wiggled and kissed him. A few minutes later, I complained that his belt and pants were hurting me and started taking them off.He helped me.When I lay back on him, I made sure that my shirt was pulled up under my arm pits. I wanted to have as much of my body against his as possible. Both his hands were now on my behind. He was using them to rub me against his hardness.It felt very nice.I put. The school itself is also doing very well. Laughter can be heardthroughout the halls between classes. The students walk the hallways inpeace unafraid of being bullied in any way. Everyone is embraced in thediverse family of students who attend. No one cares about if someone isgay or straight, smart or special, young or old, black or white or anycombination. Sometimes between classes you can see students sucking ontheir pacifiers but no one pays any mind. Some students enjoy a warmbottle. “He had some old belts in his wardrobe and secured my wrists together in front of me with one, saying if I let him know this week, he will mail order some gear, especially, though I don’t know what, yet, and I wanted to be sure of your reaction as well.” He grinned and asked her to “go on, I need to hear this!” “So,” she continued, “Well he asked me to bend over his table, then began to spank me, oh so gently at first, almost as if he was scared to overdo it in case I upped and left, so I stood.