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Subject: Arkansas Vacation: Kenny's StoryThis story is a work of young teen porn archives fiction. It contains scenes of gay teen consensual
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By David (DAG1064aol.com)
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Copyright by Sid G (c) 1999Author's note: This story is based on a recurring nightmare I suffered from
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I stand on the porch of my little cabin close to the water's edge of
Peckerwood Lake. hot teen lesbians I've been here ten months now, and I finally feel at
peace with myself. This place has done me some good, and the people here
have been kind to me. My lover Sergei has helped me so much by just being
there for me. He tells me there are times that he just doesn't know the
right words to say, so he hugs me close to him and that does me more good
than words could. drunken teen porn I sit on the edge of the porch and watch the sun rise.
The simple beauty of the sunrise moves me, and I pray silently.
"Thanks God, for giving me another day of living, the strength to
get through it, and the wisdom to do and say the right thing."
Sergei sits next to me and hands me a cup of tea. We hold hands
and watch the sun rise. It's going to be another beautiful day. I turn to
him and we kiss, a simple kiss filled with love. I sigh, and he holds me
close. This is what I have japanese teen girl porn always wanted. To be loved by one of my
choosing, not by whom society dictates that I must. I ask myself time and
time again why people hate gay people. Makes no sense at all. He leads me
inside and we sit at the table hentai teen porn hot where breakfast waits.
After breakfast, I go and start my stretches for my daily workouts.
Together we run at least three miles a day, workout on the weight pile I
built next to the cabin (a slab of cement 20 x 20 with a bench, new teen sex a few bars,
and a ton of plates), and practice our martial arts. I am getting better
and stronger day by day, my recovery slow but progressing. I've been clean
and sober seven months, and I feel good about myself. Sergei is a great
source of support, he loves me unconditionally.
Life Has Turned Into A Good Thing.
Life wasn't always good for me. To understand why I say that, perhaps
I should start at the beginning. My name is Kenny Anderson. I am now
fourteen years old, living in Peckertown, Arkansas. I came here ten months
ago from Wyoming. I was born in a small town in Wyoming. I forget the
name now. I lived there with my parents and a brother.
Life was okay until I turned eleven. I started growing quickly,
growing faster physically than emotionally. The changes in my body scared
me, and I wasn't sure what was going on. To make things worse, I have a
hearing disability. I'm deaf in my left ear, severe loss in my right. I
wear a hearing aid to help my hearing. Even with my new model I miss
things.
The kids in my school knew it and if someone said something olga teen russian porn to me,
I'd give them a funny look or say something completely different. They all
made fun of me because of it.
To top things off, I started having funny feelings every time
another boy was next to me. The other boys were more appealing to me than
girls. That reality teen porn sites really scared me.
I developed this fantasy world where I was the hero and everyone
adored me. I got so deep into it my parents started to worry. They took
me to a psychiatrist, Dr. James Grayson. veronica teen porn The guy seemed nice at first,
helping me with my feelings of loneliness. As he got to know me, he
started to change a little at a time. When I told him about being
attracted to other boys, he told me I was having gay tendencies, and that
it was wrong. That confused me even more. I told him about jacking off to
the thoughts of being with a naked boy.
I don't know what he told my parents, but they took me to a chat for gay teens
place
they said I would stay for a time to get lots of help.
Something about that two story white building scared me. I jumped
out of the car when it stopped and ran like hell. The security men chased
me all the way to the wire fence. I started climbing a tree to try to get
over the fence. One of them grabbed my foot and pulled me out of the tree.
I fell on the grass and they jumped on me. Last thing I recall was the
smell of the grass.
I woke sometime later to find myself strapped down in a bed with
just my green briefs on. Grayson sat next to phillipino teen porn the bed.
"Well, you're finally awake. Good, we can begin. You are in a
hospital now. Your parents decided that they don't want you living with
them anymore, so they gave you up to us. We are going to cure you of being
gay. Rules to follow are that you obey everything we say. You will never
take a shower alone; you will be watched as you do. Any attempt to
masturbate will be met with immediate punishment," Grayson smiled at me.
"Please let me go. I promise to be good!" I pleaded, really
scared.
His laughter scared me even more. "You will never leave here."
I shivered in fear. Why was this happening? I heard a door open
and looked to see a man enter. Something about him terrified me. I
started struggling, trying to break free of the straps.
"This is going to be your new friend, his name is Bob Moulson.
Bob, our friend needs to be corrected here. He's not paying attention,"
Grayson said. Moulson stepped up next to the bed, a smile on his face. It
wasn't a friendly one.
"I'm going to enjoy playing with you," he said. Then he slapped me
hard on both sides of my face, four times. That hurt right then, and that
was just the beginning. They laughed as I cried. They walked out of the
room, slamming the heavy metal door. The boom of the door being slammed
shut on me non nude teen model
echoed through the room. As far as I was concerned, it was the
door to hell, and I was on the wrong side. I was twelve years old. I won't go into a whole lot of detail, what they did to me was
gruesome, terrible, painful, and depraved. I lost all track of time in
there. I remember so little of what they did. I recall their faces above
me, laughing the whole time. I remember begging and pleading to be let go. The next thing I recall was waking up in a field. It was raining,
the ground muddy. I was in so much pain, I could barely move. I got to my
hands and knees, tried to stand, failed. I chose a direction and started
to crawl in it. I was so out of it, I didn't know if this was reality or
not. When I reached a building in the center of a field, I got into it and
collapsed on the floor. I woke again to sounds in there. I managed to sit
up and looked around. The pain in my head refused to go away. I realized
the sounds were the animals in the building.
"I'm in a barn," I said out loud.
The animals stared at me like they had never seen a naked human
before. I felt self-conscious about sitting there. I managed to get to my
feet. Holding on to the wood rails, I moved around the barn until I found
the bathroom. That's where I got my first look at myself, and my first
shock at what they had done to me. I found a rag in the bathroom and
washed myself off after relieving myself.
I turned to the mirror and saw a big tattoo of a Chinese dragon on
the right side of my chest. I saw at least four other tattoos on me. I
stumbled back in horror.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!" I screamed.
I fell against the wall with my back and collapsed. I felt shock,
horror, anger, hate, and revulsion. Revulsion about how I looked. All I
could do then was cry. Tears rolled teen porn girl down my face. I felt so violated. I
sat there for a long time. Finally, I realized I was thirsty. I got a
drink of water from the sink's tap. I stumbled out of the bathroom, felt a
chill on me and realized I needed clothes. I looked around the barn and
finally came up with some boy's clothes that fit me. I felt a bit better
having put on the shorts and shirt. I still needed some more clothes.
I left the barn and walked up the hollywood stars sex,porn teen
slight incline to the top. Off
in the distance, I saw a house. I walked toward it, hoping there wouldn't
be any dog there. So far, so good. I got closer and noticed there wasn't
any cars parked in the driveway. Maybe they went away for a day or two, I
thought. I got up next to the house and very quietly sneaked around the
corner. There were newspapers stacked on the porch.
"Shit! The place is empty!" I realized.
I checked the entire lower floor for an open window or an unlocked
door. I found one small window open and crawled in. I very carefully
sneaked around the house. Sure enough, nobody was home.
"What do I do now?" I wondered aloud.
The loud growl from my stomach answered that one. I opened a soup
can and had that first, knowing I hadn't had a decent meal in ages. Last
good meal was the breakfast before Mom and Dad took me to that place. All
the hospital fed me was oatmeal and corn meal. I hate that shit now. Even
smelling it makes me want to puke.
After the soup went down, I went and found the boy's room on the
top floor. I hated doing it, but I had no choice. I took some of the
boy's clothes I found. Before I put them on, I went and had my first real
shower in who knows how long. Sure felt good. The mirrors in that
bathroom were set up in a way that I could see myself from every angle. In
addition to the dragon on my chest, there was an eagle on the back of my
left shoulder, a snarling Woody the woodpecker on my left biceps, a smaller
blue and black dragon on my left forearm, and a simple chain link around my
upper right arm. There were countless scars as well. I couldn't even
imagine how they got there. I walked out of the bathroom feeling numb.
Why? Why did they hurt me like that? I had no idea why.
I stayed there for the rest of the day. I went and got the papers
off the porch and read them. What I read shocked me. Grayson was claiming
I had killed a nurse in order to escape. The cops were saying that I
killed my family in revenge for locking me up. That sent me over the edge.
I broke down and cried. There was no way I could ever do that. I loved my
family too much to do that. I noted the date on the paper. Next shock of
the day, I had lost six teen porn oral
months.
Six months! I remembered being taken to the hospital on a Friday
in June, right after the last day of school. It was early December,
according to the paper.
Deep down in my heart, I knew that Moulson and Grayson had much to
answer for. I arabic teen porn knew they were the ones who latina teen porn forum
did the killings and were
framing me for it. Anything I said against them would be dismissed as an
attempt to save my ass. I decided the only way to stay alive and try to
prove my innocence was to run to Canada.
Easier said than done, right? I started searching the house again,
this time from top to bottom. I found a hiker's backpack, a 9mm Ruger,
blankets, a compass, bikini porn teen and took them. I loaded the pack with canned food, a
can opener, and silverware, more of the boy's clothes, a map, and extra
boxes of ammo for the Ruger. I didn't know how to shoot it or how it
worked, but I was going to find out.
Dad never got around to teaching me how to shoot his. trixie teen porn videos I left a
note on the wall where the family could see it when I left the house the
next night. I had tried to sleep, but couldn't. No dreams, just
terrifying nightmares. I heard a loud boom, then a face, heard laughter.
I was having flashbacks as well. Things I really don't want to describe.
Most of the time I was being raped and/or beaten, that I do remember.
Maybe that's where I got my scars. It was dark when I left. Feeling like
a complete heel, I skinny b