I was talking to some people I know...

I was talking to some people I know, and apparently I'm the only person who remembers "Penis Inspection Day" in Elementary School. The gym teacher took us into the washroom one at a time while everyone else kept playing, and tugged our foreskin back and inspected our penis to make sure we were developing properly and keeping clean. Surely I can't be the only one who remembers this, other people must have had Penis Inspection Day at their school too.

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I figured everyone forgot about this shit. Penis inspection day at my school was sleays the week before picture day. I wish i knew why they planned it like that.

No dude. Thats not a thing. I think you got molested.
Similar thing happened with my brother and I.

Would you anons like to hear this story? Ive never discussed it with anyone but my brother.

Go ahead

Kay

so quick background, Im 29, hes 17. We are 11 years apart.

At the time I may have been 12 or 13. He was just a baby. At daycare. I was home by myself after school.

So im downstairs watching TV and probably eating tv dinners while doing homework and watching Disney Channel. You know, good ole days. When out of nowhere I hear like someones walking around upstairs but no one should be home but me. Kid brother is at day care and my parents are both at work. So I freak out and run outside next door to the neighbors house. Mr. Johnson. Old black dude. Super nice. I would watch his house and feed his pets when him and Mrs. Johnson went on vacation. So we all knew each other fairly well

So I run up to his house and knock on the door and Im like "Mr Johnson theres someone walking around upstairs" so he grabs a bat or something and the two of us go back in my home and quietly go up stairs. He checks every room before we head into my parents. THey have the big master with the huge bathroom and walk in closet. Plenty of places for home intruders or ghosts to hide. Im following right behind him while hes holding the bat. We check everything including the closet and find nothing. Memory gets kind of hazy after that.

But what I remember for sure is that Mr. Johnson turned to us and said, "Now you will see my final form." After that it's just a nightmare of tentacles and mucous membranes and slimy feelers probing my most sensitive areas.

fast forward a decade or so. Up to now. A few months ago my I came home to check on my brother (ive moved out since) since my parents are out of town. Him and I smoked a bowl and where having a few brews. We saw the lights out back turn on (it was night time) and it was Mr Johnson walking around out back on his property probably feeding his dog or something. Little bro starts telling me about the time he heard something upstairs and he was by himself and ran outside to get Mr. Johnson

Fake and gay, kys

Damn it kek

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