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 Career Day
   A work of fiction
   I think I was about twelve or thirteen when the tale I am about to
relate to you began.  It's been too long to remember the exact period with
much accuracy.  I do know that it was a time of confusion for me,
especially about things of a sexual nature.
   The perplexity of waking up with a hard-on was far beyond my youthful
understanding.  Sex was, in my house, as in most other homes was never
discussed.  Television still consisted of the Red Skelton, Ed Sullivan and
The Fugitive.  No one was having sex on TV.  Playboy was the racist thing
on the newsstand.
   A boy like me had to get his sex education wherever he could in 1963.  I
can still remember learning to jerk off.  It was another kid, a year older
than me I think, Bobby something or other, who taught me about jacking off.
He'd taken me into the woods to show me some nudist magazines he`d stolen
from his dad.  I laugh now, as I picture us in my minds eye; two pre-teen
boys out in the woods, our pants down around our knees, our hands stoking
our dicks at a punishing rate, our eyes fixated on a picture of naked women
playing volleyball.
   I'd never felt anything like it.  As my dick continued to swell and the
eruption began to build, I was completely out of control.  I couldn't have
stopped if I wanted to.
   Then it happened.  Bobby had not warned me about ejaculation.  I was
completely unprepared for the feeling as the stream of hot semen that came
shooting from the end of my dick.
   I remember watching my virgin seed explode into the air in spurts from
my immature cock, the searing heat each spasm brought forth another load
until finally there was nothing left but a small oozing of creamy white
cum. Instinctually, I continued to squeeze and tug on my dick, trying to
get more, trying to relive that first moment of release that had been so
powerful.
   I was to learn however, that a moment like that was a once in a lifetime
experience.  Jerking off, I suppose is somewhat similar to a drug
addiction. To an addict no high is a good as the first.  That's what keeps
them addicted, the search for the ultimate high.  It's the same with
jacking off.  No orgasm is as powerful or fulfilling as the first.  Still,
one never stops trying.
   None of what I've told you so far has anything to do with the story,
other than to put things in some perspective.  You see it was about this
time that I'd fallen in love with Doris.  Doris was, in my mind, a
thirteen-year-old Goddess.  She was the star of all my secret dreams.  She
was the image in my mind that I jerked off to every night before going to
sleep.
   Doris was pretty, with big brown eyes and long chestnut hair that fell
free and straight down her back all the way to the curve of her young ass.
Mostly though, Doris had something most other girls our age didn't.  Doris
had tits.  They weren`t big tits, just training bra tits, small bumps in
her sweaters.  But at least they were tits.  And tits were just the thing
to get a young boys attention.
   I would have given anything to see Doris' tits.  However, every night in
my room I did more than see them.  I touched them; I sucked them and
squeezed them until she begged me to take her virginity.  Doris lost her
cherry to mehundreds of times in my mind.  I went to school everyday in
anticipation of seeing Doris.
   Then it happened.  I had to confront my biggest fear.  She wasn't
standing out in front of school talking with her girlfriends as she usually
was.  I looked around.  Doris was nowhere in sight.  I even got up enough
courage to ask her girlfriends.  They didn't know where she was either.
   It was in homeroom that I finally found out what had happened to my
love. Mrs.  Thomason with tears in her eyes informed the class that Doris
had died.
   Died, my mind screamed.  How could she have died?  She was thirteen. 
Thirteen year olds didn't die.  Doris did though.  Mrs.  Thomason explained
that Doris had been born with a heart defect that no one but her parents
had known about.  They had not even told Doris.  When she had gone to sleep
the night before, Doris had no idea that her heart would give out before
she awoke the next morning.
   I know now that the idea of never fulfilling my fantasies with Doris
bothered me more than the fact that she was dead.  The reality was that I
would never see her young pert breasts, I would never feel the soft curls
of her pubic hair beneath my fingers and most of all I would never feel the
heat of her pussy as I drove my dick through her cherry.  As perverse as
that may sound, it was truth.
   However, later that same day Willard Polinski came to my rescue. 
Willard was what was known back then as an egghead.  In today's world, he
would be a nerd.  Willard had little going for him when it came to having
friends.  His parent's naming him Willard was just one of several factors
that made him an easy target for cooler kids like me.  Not only was Willard
short and fat, his complexion was terrible and he was a straight A student.
As if that weren't enough, his father was also the undertaker in our town,
the only undertaker in fact.  Even if Willard was a Bill or a Bob and had
been tall and handsome, just being the local undertaker's son would have
made him weird.
   As I said though, Willard was smart.  Not only was he smart, he was
savvy in the ways of making a buck, as I was soon to find out.  I would
soon learn that Willard was just as perverse as I was.
   My crush on Doris was no secret.  Everyone in school new I was crazy
about her, even Doris, although she chose to ignore me.  Most significant
to this story however, was Willard's knowledge of my love for the beautiful
Doris.
   Therefore, Willard decided to use my fascination with Doris to put money
into in his pocket.  Willard approached me with a proposition.  For five
dollars, which by the way was a lot of money in 1963, he would sneak me
into his father's embalming room to say my last goodbyes to Doris, and as
he put it; "See her naked."
   Fortunately, I had five dollars.  It was a done deal.  It was simple. 
Willard knew his Mom and Dad were going out to dinner that evening, as they
did every Friday night, and wouldn`t be back until late.  Willard being the
genius he was, had at some point stolen his dad's key to the embalming
room, which the old man always kept locked, and had made a copy.
   I didn't ask why nor did I care.  If Willard had reason to sneak into
his father's embalming room that was his business.  After all, I was
getting ready to do the same thing.
   At precisely 6:15 that evening, I knocked on Willard's back door.  He
had told me 6:30 but I was anxious.  He, made no comment however about my
being early as he led me through the kitchen, down the hallway leading to
the funeral home part of the house.
   We stopped at a set of stairs leading to the basement.  It was there
Willard explained that his father prepared the bodies for burial.
   Standing at the top of the stairs, he handed me the key.  "Here," he
said.  "This unlocks the deadbolt." I was suddenly very scared and nervous.
"Aren't you coming?" "No, I'm going to stay up here just in case my parents
come home early.  If you hear me stomp three times on the floor, it means
they are home.  Oh Yeah, lock the door behind you when you go in.  If my
old man comes down there for any reason before you can get out, he'll know
something is wrong if the doors not locked."
   "What am I supposed to do ifthey come home?"
   "Hide until I come and let you know the coast is clear for you to come
out."
   "Where?"
   "Anywhere.  There is a closet down there filled with burial clothes. 
There are plenty of places to hide down there, you'll see.  It doesn't
matter where, just hide." He smiled.  "It'll be okay.  They never come home
early.  I'm just telling you this in case....  You know something goes
wrong."
   "I don't know," I said.  "Maybe this isn't such a good idea."
   He smiled.  "Doesn't matter to me.  Chicken out if you want to.  But
there are no refunds."
   I snatched the key from his hand.  "Fuck you," I said as I stared down
the stairs.  "I ain't scared."
   My hands shook uncontrollably however, as I tried to put the key into
the lock.  Finally, after several attempts, I heard the bolt turn.  The
strong scent of formaldehyde assaulted my nose as I swung the door open. 
Pausing justinside the room, I immediately became aware of Doris' body
lying on a tabledirectly in front of me.  She was covered by a white sheet,
only her headand ghostly white face showing.  I don't know how long I stood
there beforeremembering to close and lock the door.
   Finally, though, I found my feet and stepped toward the table where my
love rested.  I had never seen a dead person without makeup.  Her face was
scary white, her eyes closed.  I guess I somehow expected her to open her
eyes and say something.  Of course she didn't.  Mustering my courage, I
reached out with one trembling hand to touch her cheek.  Her skin was cold
and felt strange, somewhat rubbery.  I took a deep breath and prepared to
lift the sheet.  Just as I did however, I heard three stomps on the floor
above me.
   I nearly pissed my pants.  In fact, I felt a few drops leak from my
bladder before I could catch it.
   Looking around, I saw several caskets over in a dark corner.  I quickly
ducked behind one of them just as I heard a key in the lock.
   Peering out over the top of the casket, I saw Willard's dad as he turned
and locked thedoor behind him.  Not knowing what else to do I watched,
waiting for him to come over and discover me.  He didn't though, in fact,
he never even looked my way.
   What he did do was go over to Doris and pull the sheet away, revealing
her naked body.  He nonchalantly folded the sheet and placed it on a shelf
behind him.  Then he began to talk to her.  As he spoke, he touched her
cheek.  "Well Doris, you're all ready to leave this world.  What a waste of
youth.  What a waste of such beauty." Then his hand moved to her breast. 
"Such lovely little tits," he said.  "I'll bet they've never been touched
by a man." He let his hand move downward over her tiny nipples and past her
belly until he was gently stroking her sparse pubic hair.  "How about
this?" he said, as he slid a finger between her legs.  "Ever had a dick in
your pussy?"
   I was stunned, not able to believe what I was seeing and hearing.
   "What?" I heard him say, bringing me back to reality.  "You want me to
fuck you?  Is that what you said?  You want me to stick my big dick in your
virgin pussy?" He smiled.
   It was then that I realized, that with his other hand, he had pulled his
dick out of his pants and was slowly but deliberately stroking himself.
   He was still talking to her.  "You want me to send you off with my cum
in your pussy?  Well sweetie, you should be pleased.  I`ve got a big load
of hot cum just for you."
   He bent over and planted a light kiss on her young belly.  "Be patient.
I'll be right back." I watched in amazement as he undressed casually,
taking his time, folding each garment carefully and placing his suit
jacket, trousers and shirt on a nearby chair, his white boxers topping the
pile.
   I couldn`t believe my eyes.  He was standing completely naked less than
three feet away from me.  Never having seen a grown man's dick, even
flaccid, I was impressed.  His semi erect cock seemed massive compared to
mine.  As he once again started stoking himself, I have to admit, my eyes
stayed locked on his ever-growing cock as his right hand slowly slid up and
down the entire length.  He pulled the foreskin back tight, exposing the
bulbous head.  As he did, a tiny drop of cum leaked from the one eyed
monster.  I held my breath.  My eyes fixated on his expanding manhood. 
Slowly the head began to change colors going from red to deep purple, his
already huge cock growing to even greater dimensions.
   Then he spoke again.  "Are you ready?" He asked as he reached over to a
nearby shelf to retrieve something.  I saw the name on the tube.  It was KY
jelly.
   He squirted some of the lubricant into the palm of his hand and applied
a generous amount to the head of his cock.  He continued spreading the
slippery goo down the entire length of his meat.  Next, he put some on one
finger and rubbed it onto Doris' sleeping slit.  Very deliberately, he
slipped his lubricated finger between her legs.  Still taking his time, I
watched as about half the length of his middle finger slowly disappeared
into her into her pussy.
   Finished with his foreplay, he wiped his hands on a nearby towel.  Then,
climbing up onto the table, he spread Doris' limp legs wide.  Once in
position on his knees, he lifted her lifeless legs up and over his
shoulders.  Holding her legs with one arm, he used his free hand to aim the
head of his cock directly at her prepubescent slit.  I was looking straight
at Doris' virgin cunt.  I could see everything as he placed the engorged
head of his cock against her immature slit, sliding it up and down until
the girls' childish cunt lips until he found the tiny opening to her pussy
and pushed forward.
   "Open wide," he said.  "Here I come."
   His dick slowly penetrated the tender young lips of Doris' cunt.  Just
the head of his cock had made it in however, when he stopped.  "There it
is," he said.  "I can feel that sweet little cherry.  It's okay darling. 
I'll be gentle."
   Then, I saw him give a hard push and his dick sank another inch or two
into Doris' well-lubricated opening.
   I let out a slight gasp for her.
   Then he withdrew slightly and pushed again.  This time he sank a little
deeper inside her.  After several attempts, his entire tool lay buried
inside my imaginary lover.
   As I watched him slowly fuck her, I longed to be him.  I imagined it was
my cock sliding in and out Doris.  By now, my own dick was hard and I could
feel it leaking tiny drops of cum into my underwear.
   I wanted to pull my dick out and start thrashing it until I shot my load
but I knew better.  If caught now, I would really be in trouble.  I knew
Mr. Polinskis' secret.
   I returned my attention the couple in front of me just in time to hear
Willard's dad whisper between hard breaths, "Here it comes baby.  I'm going
to fill your little pussy with hot cum.  You can go the great beyond with
my cum in your pussy."
   I watched as every muscle in the man's body tensed.  I knew he was
spewing his cum inside Doris' tight little cunt.  Just as he did, my own
balls dumped a load of sticky goo into my underwear.
   When he had completely emptied his nuts in Doris' hole, he gently
withdrew his still swollen member and climbed down from the table. 
Ruminants of semen were still leaking form the tip of his shrinking cock as
he gingerly placed Doris' legs back together.
   He said no more as he walked over to a nearby sink and washed himself.
Still in no hurry, he calmly dressed and checked himself in the mirror. 
Satisfied that he didn't look like he'd just fucked a corpse, he went over
to his desk and took a book from somewhere in the back of the middle
drawer. He made a notation of some kind in the book and returned it to
where he'd found it.
   For the first time in several minutes, I began to wonder how I was going
to get out of there without being caught.  I had no idea.  I was hoping
Willard the genius had figured something out.  I was also wondering what
Mr. Polinsky was going to do next.  I soon had an answer to that question.
He arose from the desk, and with the gentility of a father tucking his
daughter into bed, placed the sheet back over Doris' body.  Then he bent
over, kissed hercold lips and said, "Don't worry.  I'll be back to finish
getting you ready for your big day tomorrow.  All of your family and
friends will be here to say goodbye." Then he straightened his tie,
shrugged his shoulders to adjust his jacket and went back upstairs.
   I was still scared out of my wits but I desperately wanted to see that
notebook.  As soon as I heard the bolt slide into the lock, I headed for
the desk.  I decided it didn't matter if I was caught going through the
desk.  I wouldn't be in any more trouble than I was already in.
   I found the notebook and started flipping through the pages.  Later, I
took the time to count.  There were sixteen pages and on each page were
listed twenty-two names.  Beside each name, there were notations.  I
quickly found Doris' name.  It was the last one.
   Beside Doris' name was the date and her age, thirteen.  Next to that in
capital letters he'd written; VIRGIN.  I might not have been the smartest
kid in school but even I could figure out what was going on here.  Mr. 
Polinsky was fucking all of his female clients.  I quickly looked back
through some of the names.  There were little notations by each one. 
Things that I assume he used to trigger his memory of each one.  That, I
know now, was his way of reliving his transgressions repeatedly.  Simply
pulling out this log would allow him, in his mind, to go back time and
again.
   They were simple notes.  Things like; large mole on left breast, very
hairy pussy or huge tits.  To say the least I was stunned.  More
importantly, I was turned on.  My young dick was hard again, thinking about
all the women the old guy had boned.  It didn't seem to matter to me that
they were dead.  I envied him.  Therefore, being the devious little bastard
that I was, I knew what I had to do.  I tucked the notebook under my shirt
and waited for Willard to rescue me.
   It was almost midnight when I heard a faint knock on the door followed
by Willard whispering, "Are you still in there?  Open the door."
   I had nodded off, so it took me several seconds to focus on my
surroundings and remember where I was.
   Another knock, "Hey are you in there?"
   I answered by opening the door.
   Willard was obviously as scared as I was.  He was hyperventilating as he
said.  "Hurry up and get the hell out of here.  My parents are in bed."
   As I moved to leave, he grabbed my arm.  "You can't tell a soul about
this." I nodded and left, notebook tucked tightly under my shirt.
   My parent's were pissed when I tried to sneak in the front door.  They
were even more pissed when I gave them noncommittal answers as to where I'd
been.  Eventually though, they gave up the questioning, grounded me for six
weeks and sent me to my room.
   The next morning when I begged them to lift my grounding just long
enough for me to go say my last goodbyes to Doris, they couldn't resist. 
My mother thought it was very sweet of me to want to visit my classmate one
last time.  She convinced my father to let me go.
   Dressed in my only suit, dark blue of course, I walked into Polinskis'
Funeral Home as if I owned the place.  Just as I had planned it, I was
early.  The only others present were Doris' parents and her younger
brother. Like a real gentleman, I offered my condolences to the family and
whispered my goodbyes to the body.
   With all of that taken care of, I set out on my real mission, finding
Mr. Polinsky.
   That wasn't difficult.  I found him seated at his desk in a small office
located just down the hallway from the chapel.
   He looked up as I knocked on the doorframe.  Veryprofessionally and in
quiet tones he asked, "May I help you young man?"
   "Yes sir.  I'd like to talk to you."
   "Well come in and have a seat.  Tell me what's on your mind." He
motioned to a straight-backed chair facing his desk.
   "Sir," I started.  "I would like to become an undertaker."
   He leaned back in his chair.  "You're pretty young to be making
decisions like that, don't you think?"
   "Maybe, but from what I've seen I know that's what I want to do." Before
he could say anything else, I continued.  "I would like to work here with
you after school.  Then later, after I finish school, I could work here
full time."
   He smiled.  "I'm flattered but I really don't need anyone."
   I had expected that comment and was ready with a reply.  "Are you sure
you couldn't use an assistant, maybe someone to hand you the KY?"
   His face had a look of confusion and fear that even a kid could
recognize.  Finally, he found his tongue.  "What on earth are you talking
about?" As he said this, he got up and closed the office door.
   I waited until he returned to his seat before pulling the notebook out
from under my jacket.
   I laid the notebook on the desk in front of him.  "I want to do what you
do." His face paled as he searched for words.  None came.  We sat in
silence for a long moment.
   I was the next to speak.  "I know everything.  I saw you with Doris last
night.  I've read the notebook."
   He picked up the notebook.  "No one will believe you."
   I pulled some notes I had made from my inside jacket pocket and unfolded
the sheet.  "How else would I know that Mrs.  Pickering, who died before I
was even born, had huge tits or that according to you, "Mrs.  Blunt
obviously never trimmed her pubic hair??" I checked my notes.  "Do I need
to keep going?  How about Miss.  Wilson, I'm sure her parent's would be
glad to know she was still a virgin at twenty-six.  Of course they might
not like the idea that she went to the grave, as you put it in your notes,
with the biggest load of cum in her pussy that you had ever let go of."
"Alright," he said.
   "What do you want?"
   "I told you.  I want to do what you do."
   He swallowed hard.  "How do I know I can trust you?  You may try to hold
this over my head every time you want something."
   "I give you my word.  All I want is to work here and learn to do what
you do, all of it.  I will never ask for anything else."
   "I suppose I have no choice do I?"
   "Not really I smiled."
   "Fine," he huffed.  "Your can start Monday immediately after school. 
Remember though, you will be required to work.  You'll have vacuum, clean,
take out the trash, wash and wax the hearse, those sorts of things."
   I nodded.  "You forgot one thing."
   "What is that?"
   "Fuck the clients."
   "Only when I'm present, I can't have you running around here doing
anything you want to."
   "Agreed," I said.
   That is how what was once Polinskis' Funeral home became Polinsky and
Martin Funeral home.  After high school, I went to mortuary school, and
upon completion, became a partner.
   Mr.  Polinsky died several years ago but I left his name on the billing
because Willard inherited the old man's half.  Willard however, had no
stomach for dealing with dead bodies.  He is now a professor at a local
Junior College.
   
  
Career Day