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This is a repost to get all the chapters under the same userid. This is a fantasy only. First a little background. I love young barefoot girls. They just turn me on so much! I like the ages from about 9 to 14

I once again had to go see the family that all lived on top of a hill south of the downtown area, exactly what city that was never you mind

When I was 16, I taught my little brother about dicks. He was 14 at the time and he was a very well hung boy. Okay, so he wasnt little anymore, but I still had the upper hand. I always kept porn hidden under my bed

Hello everyone and welcome back to the series. Enjoy. :) Please note: Since English is not my native language, there might be some spelling and or grammar slip-ups. I'm trying to correct as much of them, but there always will be some that got unnoticed. You'll understand

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In 1977, when I was a young and nieve boy of 13 years, My parents were going through a nasty devorce and I hated being at home. So I took it apon myself to pack a bag and run away. Looking for what, I don't know. All I knew was that I didn't want to be around my mom and dad

Tommy Goes to the Beach It was one of those hot summer days that was great for the beach but not for school. I didn’t feel like sitting in a hot class room all day so I decided I was going to the beach instead

“Wow, you actually did it?” Matt, my best and childhood friend asked me amazed. I nodded, swallowing the guilt from my throat, I hated lying to him but it was better for the both of us “whole four hours my dad booked” “Impressive” Matt said taking a swig of his Redbull

I was 14 years old, dark hair, slightly ginger, 5'9 hazel eyes and slim. I was on holiday, in Spain I always fantasized about meeting a younger boy and doing things

I've been a bit of a tweaker for about 10 years now. I guess you could say I'm a functioning user who doesn't get all spacey and "out there" in orbit. But that doesn't mean that I don't get freaky and nasty! It all depends on what's going on. But this story starts 7 years ago

Growing up in Detroit as a small thriteen year old white boy was both difficult and scary. You had to watch where you walked, talked to, and most importantly, who you respected

WARNING! This is a demented tale created in an unbalanced mind. However, it is just that, a tale. A Fictional Story, wrong and sick as it may be, it’s still only fiction! Not one single person was hurt in the production of this story. This story contains Dark Themes

Truck Stop Fun He dropped me off at the truck stop and told me to go and make some money so we could keep the room we were now living in. Shaking and afraid I walked slowly into the men bathroom with me head held down

This is a continuation of the story “Cody and Adam”. I highly recommend that you go back and read part one if you have not already. Cody and Adam Part 2 “I think I’m gay.” As soon as he said this he buried his head into his arms and curled up almost into a ball

“I can’t believe he did this” Brook thought to herself. She was now sitting on the couch with Lisa and Maggie, as she felt unfathomable sadness overcome her. The pure and utter betrayal of her first love and her best friend seemed to be too much for her to handle. “Brook, listen