My masochist

Chapter 1: I used to be…


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I always thought about having someone, dating and taking care of adult problems, I always wanted to grow up when I was a child, thinking that when I got to a certain age, I could actually do whatever I wanted... but it was in the bitterest way that I found out that was an illusion. 

When I turned fourteen, I would always run to the bathroom when I saw a cute boy on television, I would always touch myself and try to act out a scene in my head with that boy on TV, until it passed and I started touching myself thinking about my classmates, friends on the street, anyone who painted in front of me. 

It's never been easy to hold back the urge to have sex with them, and when you're fourteen, it gets even harder to control. From then on, I started to believe that I needed a boyfriend to put out this fire that burned me every day, really, I have no peace, even at dawn when I go to the bathroom, my penis is erect as a stone, all because I empty it before bed, imagine if I hadn't emptied it before. 

Other times I've woken up with a good feeling during the night, last night when I went to the bathroom, when I touched it to remove it from my underwear, I felt something gooey, stuck between my penis and my underwear. I was falling asleep, and I couldn't fully investigate what had happened to my p3n1s. In the morning, when the day was already clear, and I could still feel that my p3n1s was a little hard, I got up, leaving my room I went to the bathroom, but when I took a few steps, I felt that he wanted to get up without my will , and my mother was right by the bed, picking out clothes to go out to church.

 Very carefully, I hid the bulk of my pants with my nightshirt, quickened my steps and finally closed the bathroom door. Peeing and relieving myself at the same time, what a good feeling... nothing better... starting to move her, back and forth, until she went up and down... it even made me want to b4t3r one... 

- Get out of there soon! Let's be late! What the hell! Hearing that cry, he fell down! I think this will be for another time. I put it back in my underwear, brushed my teeth and waited for it to calm down, until I was able to leave the bathroom without any danger of embarrassing myself. Every Sunday morning, my mother and I go to the piety church, I quite like to go there, there are some boys that take my breath away when they are there... they are in the band, they play musical instruments, some one of them also can sing, and I really wanted to play with them! Oh! how I've been needing to be punished! When we arrived at the church, my mother went to sit as usual, at the front, with the other sisters in the choir, and I, rebellious, disciplined, as I never wanted to join with the other young people, sat at the back, in the group of sinners. , in the circle of scoffers. 

The look of the brothers who sit in front of those who sit at the back is, this one is just another sinner, his place is the same, far from the altar. That was and still is how I feel about most of these hypocrites in white clothes, wanting to hide their sins in white dresses. 

Everything was going smoothly that morning, as expected, the brothers looking at me as if I were a young assassin, as if I were the devil incarnate. Until one of the boys in the band, looked at me with a curious look, I, don't be afraid to look back, he even disguised it and looked the other way, but when he went back to walk, his gaze always passed by me, it took a while and smile from the corner of the mouth, sly.

 It was the whole service like this, I asked myself, could it be that this boy also does the naughty things I've been doing?! Can't you see a handsome boy who already wants to highlight the banana?! It made me think about how much I want to have sex, to the point where I can't control myself when I see a hot boy. Later, at the last amen, the sister came to introduce me to someone. - This here is my youngest son, Rafael.

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Name: Rafael Age: 17 Hobby: watching porn0 g4y Zodiac sign: Leo size: 15 cm height: 1.74

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Hi... All good? What is your name? I am Rafael. Oh! my God! There's a hell of a man right in front of me! I can't even look at him I'm so ashamed, I'm so ashamed, I even blush now. Him taking my hand?! Little does he know that I use that hand for pleasure... 

- Ah, hi Rafael... with me everything is fine!.. - Aren't you going to tell me your name? How could I forget to say my name? I'm a thousand times an idiot. 

Don't you want my cell number too? Already take advantage and make all this embarrassment worth it at once. - Sorry, my name is Lucas, I just can't get out of my head that beat you made.


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