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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Lil bro proceeds to tell me the exact same story with his memory of it ending after checking that same closet. I realized he was too young to ever know it happened to me too. So I told him and we both got really creeped out.

And he told me a story that sounded chillingly familiar. Fear. Tentacles. A feeling of being filled up, and then months of wondering if the squirming in my intestines was real or just my imagination. And, finally, the horrible realization that I was giving birth, anally, to a new generation of monsters.

So we probably got molested or some shit. thought about telling my parents but im damn near 30 and have two kids now and a wife so it really wouldnt make a difference anyway. Dudes super old now too.

Penis Inspection Day, back in the old days, was to find the gays and commies.
You'd go to the room one by one, and you'd drop
'em. Then they'd show you a series of pics. Playboy models, pinups, whatever the school district wanted that was nude but all-american goodness. If you couldn't get hard you got moved to the special class to determine if you were a commie or gay.
Had a friend that got nabbed by this.. Turns out his parents were hardcore socialists, and they raised him godless so that he'd be more likely to turn gay. Family disappeared one day, and the only thing anyone knew is the house was surrounded by cops, and that my friend failed Penis Inspection Day

Mr johnson touched your peepee?

Well at least you grew up functional with a happy family. Good for you, my guy.

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Lmao

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Yea we seriously think some shit like that happened. SOme spanish fly shit or something. We both remember everything up until were upstairs with him in our parents walk in closet.

I would love to believe that my kids are actually the biological offspring of me and my wife. and most of the time it's easy to think so. but every so often, as I'm rocking my son to sleep, i'll feel a tickling down my side like a piece of rotting seaweed dragging past me in a murky river. Or I'll be swinging my daughter around in the backyard and catch, just for a second, what looks like a glare of yellow serpentine hatred in her eyes. i've asked my wife if we need to protect ourselves and she says i'm crazy. but sometimes when we're making love I feel . . . I feel . . no. no. no. it's . . it's unfathomable.

thanks boo. I did have a phase in my early 20's where I would go on CL and find/fuck dudes for a while so Mr. Johnson probably did rape me. I dont fuck dudes now though. Just my wife. Sometimes her pooper