Date: Sun, 29 May 2022 01:34:47 +0200 (CEST)
From: weakestone670@tutanota.com
Subject: My new pervert neighbor. Going back. Adult/youth

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We pulled into our drive after our trip to church. My dad went off to
water the grass and my mom went off to get dinner ready. I headed up to
my room to get my head together. Within the past 20 minuties I had Father
Zekes cock in my throat and his cum in my belly. And then Sister Zelda
busted me big time with all that cum sliding down my face and lips and
into my mouth, I could tell she knew it was Father Zeke's cum. Then the
car ride with my parents, that was a bit much.

I took a quick shower to wash the cum out of my hair and brushed my teeth
so I didn't have cock or cum breath at dinner. I jumped into the shower
with the thoughts what had happened flooding my young mind, I couldn't
believe it. I just had sex with the guy who baptized me,  my life long
priest who watched me grow from a new born to where he had his tongue up
my butt. I knew I should have felt shame and quilt, but I didn't, fag
stuff was to awesome. I was rock hard again. I loved sucking old guy
dick, loved when they were in my preteen throat and when they came in my
mouth, loved the nasty taste of it.

What I reallly loved though was when they finger fucked my ass, loved the
way it kinda hurt. I touched my tight butthole with my soapy finger and
slid it in. It was tight, I was only 12 years old by 2 weeks so I guess
it would be tight. No wonder why old guys love young boy butt, I'll bet
it feels so good to stick a cock in such a tight hole. My fingers were to
small, I need something bigger, way bigger and harder and meaner, I
needed my molesters cock to fuck me. I wanted it to hurt, I couldn't wait
for friday.

I thought about finding something to fuck myself with but I wanted my
virginity taken by a real cock, like a girl does. I got out of the shower
and looked at my naked 12 year old wet glistening body in the mirror,
perfection. No wonder old guys like young boys, I looked like a cute
little girl only with a smooth hairless 5 inch boy dick hanging there. I
turned and looked at my young ass, so sweet and fuckable. I was so happy
that God blessed me with such an ass, I knew It was going to drive old
men crazy and was going to get so much dick because of this ass. My dad
wasn't going to be happy, I was going to dress like a slut so I could
show it off, let old guys know it was available to them. I needed more
short shorts, red or pink ones.

My mom yelled that it was time for dinner. I dreaded dinner with them, I
knew my dad was going to want to hear all the details of my meeting with
Father Zeke. I wanted to tell him so bad, tell him everything. Well Dad,
Father Zeke's cums a lot and it taste nasty, but he sure can tongue and
finger fuck tight young boy ass.

I wouldn't though, I knew I would never tell. I knew old guy's would get
into a lot of trouble for having sex with young boys. I would never tell,
even if they forced me to do something I didn't want to do, which I knew
wouldn't happen.

We sat down for dinner. My Dad was happy, and  he didn't bring up the
meeting. I think he was happy that the meeting happen and thought Father
Zeke was the answer, he had complete trust in him. Father Zeke was the
answer, my answer, I now had a reason to go to church on Sunday's. I
looked at my dad and said, Thank's Dad, church is cool.

I excused myself, I couldn't wait to get away from the table and crawled
naked into my bed to go over the day's events and think about friday
night. I wanted to get fucked so bad. Being naked in bed is the best, I
loved rubbing my smooth 12 year old cock into the sheets as I thought
about the child molesters big hard cock ramming back and forth into my
tight ass, my boy cunt.

I for a brief moment I had wished that I was a girl, so I could dress up
all sexy and sluty like, be a whore. But then I thought I wouldn't be
able to be a fag. No, I wanted to be a fag. A hardcore fag, I could be a
boy, a girlish boy. A boy that looks and fucks like a girl, a whore and a
slut. My dad is going to be angry, probadly end up kicking me out of the
house. If he does maybe I can move in with my molester, that would be
awesome I thought. How cool would that be, living with a molester, I'd
get fucked everynight.

I feel asleep like that, naked, lying on my stomach rubbing my boy boner
into the sheets with thougts of cocks and cum and getting fucked by grown
up's. I woke up feeling super horny and my dick was super hard. It was
only thursday, friday night was the night I was going back to my
molesters house to get him to fuck me. I knew he would, he said if I ever
went back there he would fuck my "Pussy," that was all I could think of
from then.

I was a little worried, seriously, that molesters cock was big, and it
got very hard, like a steel bar. My 12 year old boy pussy was tight, way
to small for that cock. He would probably fuck me hard too. I could do
it, I thought, I had to do it, I needed to get fucked by him. Thrusday
took forever, I didn't eat anything, I want to be clean for my fucking. I
avoided my parents all day, didn't need any buzzkills. I was like a
football player getting psyched up before a game. I was not in a right
state of mine getting psyched to get fucked.

I went to bed naked and horny and woke up to Friday morning, finally the
day I was going to lose my virginity. I was going to get fucked by a big
dicked child molester. This was the night my parents took the pills and
drank wine so they could sleep all night and late saturday morning. It
was a perfect night to sneek over to the molesters house. My parents went
shopping went shopping all day so I walked around the house and outside
naked all day.

I had to be sexy when I went to his place, that's what girls have to do
to please their men. I knew exactly what I was doing to wear. I had a
very old pair of light blue fuzzy pajamas, with rainbow's and a weird
looking bear on them. They were total little kid stuff, from when I was 7
years old. They were footies and all one piece that button all the way
down in the front. I was going to have to cut the pant legs off. I cut
the legs off and tried them on, they were too long but it felt great to
have them  on being naked under them. I took them off and cut more and
tried them on again. Then I cut them too short, but did they look and
feel good on my body. My girlish looks with the baby blue jammies, I
looked like a pre teen stripper, I loved it.

When my parents had gotten home it was getting late and starting to get
dark. I told my mom I had already had eaten which I had not. I knew it
was good to have a empty stomach if your going to have a cock shoved down
your throat. I was getting nervous as it got darker and my parents
starting drinking. Nervious, scared and excited. I knew the time was
near. I'v done so much the past few days. From one extreme to another,
had sex with a child molester one day and a priest the next. This was
different though. I just turned 12 years old 2 weeks ago and now I'm
going to try and get a child molesters to fuck me. To shove his big hard
adult cock into my tiny boy body.

7:00, 8:00, 9:00, I could tell my parents were buzzed and getting
sleeping. They were like clockwork with their friday night routine. I
went up and took a shower, my body was shaking with excitment and nerves.
Nothing bigger than my finger up my ass until I lose my virginity the
right way, by a man's cock. Maybe not the right way in so far as a 12
year old boy willingly getting fucked by a big dicked child molester, but
worked for me.

I put my soapy finger up into my ass. Fuck, I'm so fucking tight and
small, no way he get's his cock in me. I felt disappointed and sad, I
almost started crying, like a kid who doesn't get a toy he wanted. I
thought I should have cheated and fucked something up my ass to loosen it
up. No, the frist thing besides a tongue or finger as to be a cock, man
cock. I can do this, I thought, I know I can, I know I can. I fucked my
tiny soapy finger into my butt. I didn't eat and had a good poop and
finger fucked myself with a soapy finger, I felt clean and ready.

My dad stumbled past me on his way to bed as I came out of the bathroom.
It was 9:40, he told me to go to bed and not make any noise or bother
them unless I saw or heard anything outside. He was still freaked and
thought the molester might want to come after me. He wanted me to do a
pray for him before bed. I kneeled down beside my bed as he sat next to
me, I asked him if I could do a silent one, more personable I said. He
said it was ok.

"Dear Lord,"I said that part aloud, then silently I said. "Dear lord and
savior, thank you for creating cock, thank you for making me a fag. Thank
you lord for Father Zeke, and child molesters. Thank you for making me
into a boy toy for old guys, thank you for old guy's who love to eat boy
ass. And Lord, please allow my big dick molester to fully get into my boy
pussy tonight and fuck me hard. Please lord I pray, Amen." I said amen
aloud.

"Good enough, I hope you get what you pray for, now get to bed and don't
get up till morning. Sweet dreams son. Want me to check for monsters
under your bed." He joking said. I laughed, for a second I thought he
said molester's.

He stumbled out of my room as he turned off the light and closed my door.
I waited for 20 miniutes before I made my move. I looked out my door,
their bedroom door was closed, I knew they were out for the night. Time
for there little boy Mikey to get fucked. I put my baby blue jammies on
and looked in the mirror. He was fucking going to love and fuck me for
sure.

I felt so cute and fuckable. With my brown hair and hazel eye's and
tanned skin and the way to short blue pjs, I was sexy as fuck. I left
them unbuttoned, which went all the way to my boy boner which was staying
semi hard. But it was the perfect fit around my ass that I loved the
most. They couldn't be any shorter or they would be a mini skirt. The
strip of cloth between the pant legs wasn't even a inch wide. My
asscheeks were hanging out exposed and when I bent over my pre-teen balls
and dick would fall out. I looked so good I wanted the world to see me
like this.

It was so easy, I went into the garage got my bike and headed down the
road. I really loved being outside like this. I rode past Mr Santos
house, I can't wait till he get's home I thought, I want his big
brazilian cock in me too.

And then there it was, my molester house. My heart started pounded like
crazy. Again, I thought, here I am again. What the fuck is wrong with me,
I thought as I pedaled near his house. He really wasn't the nicest of
guy's when I was here last. He said he would fuck me, fuck my pussy if I
came back. Maybe that was a threat or a warning and not a friendly
invitation. The guy is a child molester, the kind that preys on lttle
boys. And now here I am again, dressed like a slut offering myself, a pre
teen boy, to him. I thought about just going home. Just go home Mike, be
a normal kid, do normal kid things, play sports.

No, God put me here for a reason. To be a fuck toy. Look at me, God
created me for this this, to be a fuck toy for old guy's. Besides, my
dick was hanging out as I pedaled, I was to horny to back out now. I
pedaled past his house. My throat got dry, his curtains were opened and I
could see the blue glow of  TV playing. I'll bet he's watching those
dirty movies again. Those movies were awesome, with the thought of him
sitting there naked and stroking that big child molesting dick,  all hard
and mean and dripping with precum, I was ready for anything now.

I rode past his house a bit then turned around and came back slowly. My
heart was pounding like crazy and I  felt dizzy and sweaty in the summmer
night heat with these emotions flowing through me. Fuck it, there's
nobody around. I just stopped on the road where I put my show on a few
day's ago and stood there, on my little boy bike and my little boy
slutted out blue fuzzy jammies on. My boy boner and balls were hanging
out fully exposed under the glow of the near by street light. I was
really wishing Mr. Santo's had his camera up to watch this show.

And then like Mose's parting the Mediteranean sea I think it was, God was
guiding my way. I saw movement through the curtains in the blue glow of
the TV. It was him, my molester was getting up from the couch that he
throat fucked me on and looked out the window. He saw me. I could see him
look around to see if I was alone. He then looked back at me and with his
finger motioned and pointed for me to go around to the back.

I felt like a little kid getting a gift or a toy he really wanted, like
his first bike, only for me it was a big hard cock up my young boy butt..
I pedaled up the famllar drive way around the garage I knew so well
towards the backyard light he had just turned on. I was super excited as
I saw him standing at the sliding glass door opening it as I entered the
back yard.

I was expecting him to be super excited when he saw me but he wasn't. He
had a weird glazed over look to him, he looked like he was super scared
or kinda crazy. He looked around outside to see if I was alone, he then
grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. He seemed amped up or something.
All he had was a towel wrapped around his waist, he wasn't fat or
anything like that but the towel was barely held up by the quick tie job
he did. I could clearly see his jack of spades tattoo on his belly

I could tell his cock had been hard and now it was just hanging all
swollen like, it made the towel look like a tent. I was kinda scared and
thought I had made a mistake from the look on his face.

" What the fuck are you doing here ?" He said all freaked out.

I didn't say anything, I just frozed, I was scared as I stared at him. I
started to snivel like I was going to cry and was ready to run out of
there. He then noticed how I was dressed and I saw his face lighten up to
a smile.

"How fucking sweet are you, do you remember what I said to you if you
came back?" He asked.

"Yes." I said.

"What?' He asked.

" That you would fuck me." I said looking at him with a young boy
innocent look.

" That I would fuck your what?" He said sterdly.

"Fuck my pussy." I said.

"Do you know what that means?"

I just nodded my head yes. He took my hand and led me into the blue
glowing living room. The light was off and the TV was on. I knew it, he
was watching dirty movies again. He must have been in here naked watching
the movies when he saw me and just wrapped that small towel around
himself. I also noticed a weird smell, marajauna I thought. I also
noticed a table next to the couch that had a mirror with a pile of white
powder and some lines of the powder next to it and a rolled up dollar
bill.

Oh my God, he's a druggie I thought. Great, I'm in a room with a drugged
out, porn watching child molester, dressed in these blue fuzzy jammies,
nobody knows I'm here, and I'm here to get fucked.

We stood in front of the TV. Wow, the last time I was here I fell in love
with these movies. Those were of guy's sucking sucking dick. It helped
change my life that night. But this movie showed a young guy moaning and
groaning on his hand and knees with a guy behind him shoving his very big
and hard cock into his ass.

We stood there side by side staring at the screen, I was stunned. He was
still holding my hand as he looked down at me. I looked back up at him,
then his towel fell from his waist. I looked down as his big cock bounced
as it was release by the weak confines of the small thin towel. He kept
staring at my eye's as they widen with the realization of the fact I was
in over my head.

His cock was like an old friend I knew quite well. I did have it in my
mouth and throat, I knew it's taste and texture. And I knew it's cums
taste and texture. But now with the drugs and porn it looked way to big
for me.
He could see the concern on my face.

"Don't worry little man, we'll make it work." He said as he rubbed by
head and pushed me down onto the couch. He then knelt down between my
legs and took in the sight before him. he then looked skyward.

"Thank you lord, thank you for answering my pray by bringing this little
fuck back to me. Guess I have to go to church on Sunday now." He said.

He then put his hands under my knees and lifted my legs up and opened
them wide. I know he was liking this sight. He looked like a little boy
who just got a fuzzy blue pajama gift wrapped present. He looked down at
my smooth young thighs leading to the thin blue stripe of cloth
connecting my wide open button down pjs. My chest and smooth stomach and
lower belly were exposed down to the base of my dick. He was naked so as
I looked at him from my view, I could see his mean hard cock dripping pre
cum staring back at me. Like it couldn't wait to fuck me up.

He grabbed my calf with his right hand and brought my foot to his mouth
and kissed and licked my inner sole. The feel of his wet tounge on the
bottom of my foot was amazing. He kissed and licked until he took my big
toe into his mouth and suck and lick all around. He licked and sucked
every toe and in between them. He then switched over to the other foot
and did the same. I did come over her barefoot, so my feet were a little
dirty from the street. I thought he must he really like me.

He then looked down at my barely covered crotch and knelt in and kissed
and licked my inner upper thighs. He started sucking hard on them, I
could tell he was giving me hickys all over both of my thighs. It felt so
good. He licked as far up as his could before the thin blue fuzzy cloth
of my pj short got in his way. He easily ripped the cloth making the
short shorts into a blue fuzzy short dress.

I was totally exposed and available to him. He had such a lustful gaze to
him. He pushed my legs up over my head so that my spread open ass and boy
pussy was right in his face. He started kissing and sucking on my
asscheeks.Then he started biting hard to where it hurt, it was
uncomfortable and I knew they were going to leave bite marks, between
that and the hickys he was leaving I knew my ass was going to be a
bruised mess. He then spanked me hard, I almost started to cry as he
slapped me for few more times. He said he liked to mark what is his, I
liked being owned by him.

Then he zeroed in on my 12 year old boy hole. That's what I love about
old guy's, they love to eat boy hole and know how do to it. It was same
thing as before, lots of spit and then finger and then tongue, a lot of
tongue. He was like a animal in a feedy frenzy, he loved to deeply tongue
fuck my boy pussy. I felt so dirty and nasty and sexy being in this
position. A 12 year old wearing his little boy fuzzy blue pjs, legs up
over my head with a old guy tongue fucking my asshole. After a few
minutes he was ready. We were both ready.

I was hoping to suck his dick but he had other plans. He reached for a
tube of lube on the table and squirted it all over my ass and his cock,
he even squirted some up inside of my ass to get me fully lubed. He was
crazy in his eye's for sure. I really want to suck him but in was in
control. He then reached over and snorted some of the powder.

"Makes my dick stay harder for longer." He said.

I didn't know if that was a good thing or not. He seemed super amped up
again.

"I'd give you some but your still a little kid, I am responible for you
tonight, don't want to corrupt you." He said as he pushed his big fat
cockhead againt my tender boy hole.

It hurt, not going to lie, it hurt. His finger and tongue opened me up a
little, but not enough for a fat cockhead. He was pushing and lubing and
putting his finger in me and then back to his cock. He was like a dog in
heat, he was going to get what he wanted no matter what. I felt like it
wasn't working, it was hurting, bad.

We finally got his cockhead in past my sphincter but met resistance. We
waited a bit so my pussy could relaxe and expand, and then shoved in
more. After a while of doing this we got some of the shaft in until it
got thick, then it hurt real bad, too bad. It just reached a point it
wouldn't go in any further. He kept trying but I started to cry. Cry
becaused it hurt and cry because God failed me. I wanted to get fucked,
to lose my virginity and it wasn't going to happen. I could tell my
molester was disappointed also, which made me want to cry even more.

"Alright, you're too young for this but I got an idea." He said.

No way it's going to work I thought, there's to much difference. It's
physics, mass equals inches or something like that, it just won't go, it
hurt to bad. He told me to get up. He then sat back down in more of a
sitting position, his cock still rock hard shooting upward. He told me to
stand over and face him and sit down on his hard cock. He zeroed his
cockhead right into my boy pussy and pushed to where his cock hit the
point of no more. I had my arms around his neck and I was facing him very
close.

He leaned in and kissed me, a passionate kiss as I sat there straddling
him until my ass became adjusted. We were really kissing now, tongue
fucking each others mouth. We were both gone in a drifferent sexual
world, where anything goes. But I still couldn't get anymore of him in
me.

"OK, I want you to sit on my cock as much as you can, it's all up to you
and your weight, your in contol." He said.

I did until I knew there was no more. He then reached over and grabbed a
tiny yellow bottle off the table. He unscrewed the bottle and held it
under his nose and deeply inhaled deeply. He then put it under my nostril
and nodded for me to do the same. I did, then the other nostril, I then
inhaled deeply and held it in. Oh my God.

My head exploded, star's, sparks and what ever else, I then took another
long sniff. He then took my mouth into his, he sucked my tongue and I
sucked his as we swaped spit in a deep kiss. The smell was of that stuff
was overwelming and mind blowing, I didn't even how what I was but I knew
where I was.

I was staddled over a child molester with his big hard dick stuck and
stopped a quarter of the way up in me.
I could feel it in me, then the pain went away, suddenly I wanted nothing
more than that cock in me. I put more weight on him, I forced myself down
and could feel his cock sliding into my boy pussy. He gave me another
sniff and I shoved down harder, pushing out like I had to poop and I
could feel the large fat shaft of his cock pushing and sliding way up
into me.

I didn't know what I was inhaling but I was sure it was Gods work,
becaused it was working, I was getting this cock in me and I was so into
it. One more sniff and one more weight lowering squat and he slid
completely up into me. I was so happy and high and proud, thank you God,
we did it. I had this giant cock completly in me. We sat there like that
for a moment to regain our senses and allow my inners to become adjusted
to this harsh intrusion. We both knew we weren't done yet.

He gave me another sniff and I raised myself up and then down, a deep
sniff then up and down until I was gliding smoothly over his dick, moving
up and down. He then stood up with me implade on his cock. He jumped up
and down alittle a few times so he could get totally up in me. Then with
my arms around his neck, my body impaled on his cock and our mouths
locked in a french kissed he walked me into the bedroom and dropped me
onto the bed.

He looked down at me and took another deep hit from the yellow bottle
then gave me another, I couldn't get enough as I deeply inhaled again. He
pulled his cock out until just the head was in, just like I could feel
the fullness of him when he was buried in me, I could feel the emptiness
when he wasn't. He then pushed back into me, I was so tight I could
actually see his cockhead move up inside my stomach, back and forth, in
and out like a monster underground. It tickeled me on the inside, I
giggled at the sight and feel of it.

He picked up the pace as I took the  monster inside me. Harder and faster
he went as we both inhaled from the magic bottle. We were both mentality
out of it, just pure hard sexual fucking between a young boy and a grown
man, a beauitful union of man cock and boy pussy. He had my legs pushed
up over my head, I was bent so my boy boner was right up facing me. I
loved the way it was bounced off of my stomach from the motion of his
cock as it fucked into me.

We were both ready to shoot, man and boy, years and generations and
worlds apart working in perfect unison for this moment, both causing each
other to cum at at the same time. He had me bent to where my cock was
right over my face. High from the magic bottle  as he shot his load up
into me. From his grunting I could tell it was alot. I could feel his
cock expand and pluse and and throb in the tightness of my guts as he
exploded  jet blast after jet blast of cum into me.

This caused me to cum, the way he had me postioned with my boy boner over
my face, I shot a hard shot of my own cum right onto my face. One shot
after another into my mouth and on my lips, face and chin. There was a
lot for sure, my mouth was full as he leaned down and put his opened
mouth over mine and we tongue fucked each other. We sucked and swallowed
my cum off of each others tongues. It was the most incredible experence
ever. Being a faggot was the best. Cock, truly a gift from God. I knew
God loved fags and I knew he loved me for making me a fag, and giving me
a ass able to take big cock.

 I could feel his cock tugging on my inside as he pulled out of me, he
was spent as he laid down next to me. I looked over at him at his hard
cock, I was stunned I had that in me, it was so big and hard. It laid
there on his lower belly, pointing up, the head over his jack of spade
tattoo, cum seeping onto the blackness of it.
I lifted up and leaned over and dipped my tongue into the cum and lick it
off and kiss the black ink of the tattoo.

" You like my tattoo?" He asked. I nodded yes.

"I want one." I said as I nodded to him.

"You have to be in a special club to earn one of those, you want to join
my special club?" He asked like he just had a idea.

"Yes." I said excitly, I wanted to be in a club, especially one with a
cool tattoo.

"Well, your in luck, we're having a club meeting next friday, come over
again and I'll see if I can get you initiated, but it's a secret club and
hard to get into so don't tell anyone.

"OK," I was super excite even though I had no idea what the club was or
what I was getting into. He then sat up.

It's getting late, you better get going." He said as he gave my now
cherry red ass a kiss.

I wanted to stay all night, but I knew I had to go. I stood on unsteady
legs, I felt beat up and sore, in a good way. My ass hurt from the hard
fucking and all the biting sucking and slapping. I looked stupid wearing
these blue pajamas now that it was ripped and looking like a loose short
dress. I could feel his cum leaking out and running down my thighs, I was
a mess. He lead me out to my bike.

"Don't forget the club meeting friday night, I'll have a special prize
for you." He said.

Like I would forget that. He disappeared back into the house after he
told me to be careful riding my bike home in the dark. There was no way I
was going to ride my bike home, my butt was way to sore to sit on the
seat, so I had to walk down the darken street baefoot with my ripped open
blue fuzzy pjs, I could feel the cum oozing out my devirginized pussy and
running down my legs. It would have been so uncool if someone I knew
drove down the sreet right now.

I got home exhausted, I wasn't used to being up late and after my night I
was ready to sleep. I felt truly fucked out. My parents didn't know I was
gone, they went to bed thinking I was safe in my bed, if they only knew
their little Mikey just went to a child molesters house and got fucked. I
snuck into my room, satisfied at my accomplishment, but really feeling
it.

I saw my ass in my mirror, he really fucked it up. I could see the
bruises, bite marks and hickeys all in a red glow from my spanking. I
could see his hand and fingers prints from where he slapped me on my
perfect smooth asscheeks, I loved the it looked and felt. I wanted to
shower bad, I could see all the drying cum that ran down my legs, streaks
of it that was starting to pull at my skin as it dried. I was so tired I
thought I would lay down before I went to bed.

I awoke in a blue haze still laying on my stomach and felt a jabbing at
my back. I was super groggy and out of it. Why is everything blue?  I
wondered, and what is jabbing me? As I came to I realized the blue haze
was from my torn blue pajamas that were up and covering my head, the sun
light in my room glowing through them was causing the blue glow.Why is
there sunlight I thought? Then another jab and I heard "Wake up." What
the fuck, I thought. Then I knew, oh no, it was my mom waking me up. I
had crashed so hard that I didn't take off my slut like fuzzy pjs. They
rode up over my head totally exposing my whole back side to her.

What a horrlbe sight that had to have been to her. Her young son laying
there on his stomach, his legs spread opened, naked except for his cute
little blue fuzzy pajamas that she brought for me when I was a little kid
all up by my head. I looked back up at her as she looked down at my ass.
My 12 year old ass was a mess. black and blue, bite marks and hickeys,
palm and finger prints in red from my spankings. Of course the dried cum
steaking down my legs was going to be hard explain.

"Did Father Zeke do this to you? Sister Zelda said there was something
odd about you after your meeting with him." She said.

"No." I replied.

" We got our eye's on you, your father is watching you big time, One
mistake and your gone. When Mr. Santos get home your dad  wants you to
help him clean his pool and clean out his basement, that will give you
some discipline. Mr. Santos may seem like a nice man but's he got a mean
side too that you don't want to see. He ran a Brazilian prison, or he was
in one, or something like that. And Father Zeke has an offer for you to
work at one of his camps for troubled youth, that will teach you how good
you have it. There's a lot of troubled black kids that go to those camps.
How would you like to serve and clean up after a bunch of black's.
You'll  have to sleep in a room with a bunch of black boy's from the
inner city. Doesn't sound like fun, does it? You better watch youself
mister, because we are. Now get up and take a shower." She said.

Wow, she just gave me the best reasons to make my dad angry.

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