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K-3 Toss Sweater
It was a fairly nice day on the playground of my K-3 school. I hadn't noticed that a few kids had gone into the bathroom and not come out. I walked blithely into the bathroom to find a group of about ten little white kids being kept inside by a single, gigantic, black 3rd grader. I didn't know the pretext, and I tried to ignore what was going on. I peed, zipped, and started walking out. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" asked the big kid as he blocked my exit. I took my place in the cluster of white kids all staring at the bully.

It was then that I discovered the reason for our imprisonment: "So, which one of you is gonna suck my dick? Nobody leaves until one of you sucks my dick." His fly was open. I had this vision of him learning one day about fellatio and saying to himself, "I gotta see what this is like."

We were all just standing around nervously, wondering what to do, wondering why nobody had noticed all the kids disappearing into the bathroom.

"C'mon, who's gonna suck my dick?" More nervous shuffling. I had that leaden-core feeling you get when you see badness ahead, coupled with a slight, lip-curling nausea over the whole concept of our situation.

Finally, a teacher stuck his head into the bathroom and said, "What's going on in here?" All ten white kids bolted for the door at the same time, but I distinctly remember the expression on the teacher's face as he saw the scene inside. It was authoratative, but turned quickly to poorly masked disbelief and disgust as he grasped the bizarre sexual nature of the bullying.

Chez Zeus: Speak, Minotaur!: Station No. 15

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