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    Garry Poppers and the clit of terror 1

    Chapter 1 : The boy who longed

    He was sixteen, going on seventeen when Garry Poppers finally realized the truth. For years he had lived in the closet-sized-room, down in the cellar, but now it was time to come out of that closet. His stuff had been packed. For weeks. Ever since his uncle caught him, while he played with his "wand", watching a fold-out of Orlando Bloom in a teen magazine. So off to a boarding school it was. Garry did not argue much. The disgusted, loathing looks he got from his aunt and uncle made it oh so clear, that this home was his no longer.

    He could still hear his Uncles voice: "A fucking faggot! Just like his old man!"
    "We can’t keep him, Sermon. He might infect our little Dickie with his disgusting… habits."
    Garry just gave them a weary smile. He’d rather let go of his "habits" altogether, before touching that wobbly thing they called son. But it seemed the wrong time, to tell them that Dickie had about as much sexappeal as a carcrash. Garry was tired of fighting. All the talking leading nowhere.
    All his life, or at least as long as he remembered, he had that feeling of "not fitting in". His parents died in a household-accident, when he was almost four. Since then, he was forced to stay with his mothers sister and her sharp-as-a-rubberduck husband.

    Garry never got along with him. He never liked football, nor any other activities that where considered "proper sport". He only had a vague interest for dodgeball and men’s high diving, but really didn’t cared much about who was winning. His knowledge of cars consisted in the number of wheels they usually had and that there was some opening to put gas in. Driving in circles and calling that a sport, seemed stupid to him.

    Over the last weeks it had become obvious, that he had no intentions in bringing home "some nice girls". Dickie did not either, but due to the fact that he lokked like the lovechild of an anchovy and a spermwhale – that only proved that girls in his class hat perfect eyesight. But at least Dickie talked about girls almost all the time.
    Garry guessed his odds of having a girlfriend wouldnt be that bad, if only he went for it. He was no posterboy-beauty, but nice enough to receive some flattering sighs, when he passed a flock of gigglefishes at school He looked older than his years, his eyes deep-chestnut-brown, broad shoulders that promised an easily definable chest, if he hadn’t been to lazy to do any work-out. His skin got tanned just by reading "The Sun" and his hair , although not trimmed regularly and a bit too long, always looked accidently stylish in a way. His smile made teachers beam at him, even if he just told total bull.

    Garry never "was" with a girl. Oh, of course talking. He had friends that where girls. But never girlfriends. That tickling sensation in the stomach, you where supposed to get… it just never happed with girls. The only thing that came close, was when he asked that one boy at school, if he’d liked to "you know… hang out together after sports". His so-called best friend was not talking to him for weeks now. It was too late for goodbyes.

    All his stuff was wrapped up in two suitcases and a backpack. A week ago, he got confirmation from his boarding school. St. Constantines School for the Challenged Youth, nicknamed Cockwarts by the pupils, would be his home from now on.
    The doorbell rang.

    "That ought to be the guy from that fag-culty!" Uncle Sermon bellowed delighted, laughing about his stale joke as he opened the door. "Well, there you are, finally! It’s all packed and done. Just get him away from here!"
    A tall, muscled guy in bikersoutfit looked at them. He took off his Versace sunglasses and made a step towards Garry.
    "You must be Garry Poppers then" he said stroking his tightly trimmed moustache.
    "You do know me?"
    "Knowing… well not exactly. But I did know your father. You look very much like him."
    Garry wished for the man to stop rubbing his shoulder.

    "Well… this sure is a wundervolle little story. What a shame we don’t have any time right now." Auntie Lavatory picked up Garrys stuff , gave it to the tall man and without stopping she shoo’d both him and Garry thru the door. "Have a nice drive… trip. Whatever."
    Garry followed the man. He felt a bit queasy, as he saw the huge motorbike parking on the front-lawn. He gazed back at where his aunt stood.
    "Bye Uncle Sermon. Bye Aunti-"
    SLAM!

    "They ehem… never liked big goodbyes" said Garry excusatory. The huge man sat on the motorbike and started the engine.
    "I’m Fagrid, you may call me Faggy if you like… C’mon get on board."
    "Ahem.. maybe I better ride in the sidecar?"

    "I packed your stuff in there. Get up here and wrap your hand round my sides."
    Garry gulped. Not really wanting to, he climbed the bike and sat behind Fagrid. One last look at the place he grew up in. Now he was heading for the unknown. A whole new world, like they sang in that movie where Robin Williams lived in a bottle. He was going to meet people just like him -would they just like him?, he wondered. Maybe he would fit in there. His stomach felt like a fist. .
    "Hold on tight. Yeah thats fine…"
    With a deafening roar the engine came to life and they took off down the road… until they disappeared on the horizon.

    ***

    Auntie Lavatory dropped the curtain.
    "We did the right thing, didn’t we?"

    "Of course we did! Poochiepoo!" boomed Uncle Sermon. "Of course! They’ll take care of that boy. They’ll make a man out of him! You’ll see!"

    And off they went for tea.

    ***

    There are 40 more chapters of Garry Poppers Adventures, unfortunatly I hadnt had the time yet, to translate them all into english..

    Von Batz am 24, 6, 2004 um 19:52 in Garry Poppers | 2 Kommentare »

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    2 Kommentare zu “Garry Poppers and the clit of terror 1”

    1. Siri Sagt:
      31. Dezember 2006 at 10:58

      Entweder bin ich total bescheuert oder ich find nur dieses eine Kapitel auf Englisch..?
      Gibts mehr davon?

    2. Bloggy.blog.de Sagt:
      28. Februar 2008 at 16:23

      Ja is denn des kein copyright infringement? Oda hast des selba gschriebn? Egal – bitte zeig’s uns auch mal auf Deutsch.

    Sag was zum Thema!

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