Subject: Tim and Father Fred Please don’t make me beg. This site survives finically because reader like you keep it going with your donation. Thank you Tim and Father Fred. “His face reminds me of Santa clause. He looked so jolly. Never knew what was really going on in his head. He showed love to everyone. But little did I know I was his next boy to explore sexually with him. Part of me somehow knew what he wanted from me. I had so much I couldn’t remember as more than dream like. I even dreamed about it at times. But I did remember some. I was so glad I had become an altar boy. He didn’t know I remember almost all we did. I became addicted to orgasms. I knew it was wrong but I also couldn’t resist him while hypnotized” I remember the day my mom and dad said I should do it. I was only 12 at the time. I thought it would be fun to do something more adult like. My parent though it would give me something to do besides video games and TV. Little did I know the man I had confessed to hundreds of burdur escort times; he needed my body in ways I wasn’t aware of life. When I got there, he asked me if I needed to confess anything. I said I don’t think so. He led me into his chambers. He asked me a number of questions. Then he looked at me strange. Then suddenly I couldn’t say no. I felt whatever he said I HAD to do. He told me to undress and I did. He looked at me for a bit as I turned around a number of times. Then he got down and sucked my penis. I held his head and shot hard. He told me to get dressed. When He said My name I was awake. I wasn’t aware at that moment what had happened. But My dreams showed it to me. Through out the day he taught me all the things I needed to do as an alter boy. I did it all to his like. It was a quiet day. I help in my part doing the service. I had gotten there at 7am. We had spent two hours going over things and then I ware one of those awful gowns. I felt weird in them. There bursa escort were three types of outfits I wear. Red, black, and purple with a large white shirt over that. It depended on the type of service and holidays. I soon grew to loved Father Fred like an uncle. I never really got to realize he was having sex with me. I came home on day and told my dad how my butt hole hurt. He looked at it and took me to Father Fred. I was worried. I didn’t understand what Father Fred had to do with my butt hole. I went with my dad awaited outside of Father Fred office. It wasn’t long when I was called into his office. He did the strange look at me. I was clay to be molded. “So you’ve had sex with him including plowing his boy butt. So if I do it he won’t remember either,” asked my dad. “Not why he’s hypnotized. Just don’t say his name or he come out of it,” said Father Fred. How was I to know my father liked young boys. Soon I stripped and they both got naked. çanakkale escort My dad licked my butt for like 10 minutes. It felt so good. Then Father Fred had me take his 6 inches in to my mouth. I felt my dad lube up my taint. Then I felt his meat enter into me. At first it felt like Father Fred’s meat. But soon I realized it was bigger. I also learn as my dad had me bent over how good of pounder he was. I could feel him hit my prostate every time in and out. It was a new feeling and I started to moan around Father Fred’s penis. Gawd, it felt better than I thought it should. I was being spit roasted Father Fred came and took his load in my mouth. I had learn to love the taste of cum; thanks to Father Fred. I finally felt my father dump his load in my ass. The he took my meat and shoot quickly into his mouth. I was now on the floor on my knees. Father Fred talk to be with instructions. “Every time you hear the two words Spit Roast you will be hypnotized. Then when you hear your name you’ll be un hypnotized ok,” I nodded my head. “Now get dressed.” I suddenly standing there with my Father and Father Fred telling me about time to be here tomorrow. I was happy and please with my self. I didn’t know why. Bit I was. Jason Bonerboy