Rio touched him gently, And whispered to his ear

"You don't want to quit, do you?" He smiled at the tired boy, His hands go up to his thighs, approaching his crotch-

"Victor! Are you sleeping?'' His mother's voice was heard outside the door And the scared boy Quickly closed the book and turned off the light "Trying to fall asleep!" He whispered in a high voice, And not because it was late at night, That was the voice he was talking With, A reason why he didn't like to talk.

''you better will...'' The boy listened intently to the sound of her footsteps, Until a door was closed and the steps stopped, He breathed wide and turned on the little desk lamp, Opens the book on the page he read and puts his hand under his pants, Stroking his c**k through the boxer

-And stopped in the middle,Sends the black hair a teasing smile "I want to hear it." The boy looked at him confused''w-what?" Rio looked at him with devilish eyes "Tell me how much you want it, how much you need it." Mika bit his lips in despair-

"I need it .." Victor whispered and moved to the next page, knowing the following lines

"Please Daddy .."

"Please Daddy .." Victor asked, reading the next lines with his blue eyes in despair, as if he were Mika himself

"Hmm .." he wondered '' You haven't told me yet what you want me to do to you?" Mika opened his legs wide, leaning against the wall And gasping '' I want you - Daddy - to f-**** me.." He said in despair, feeling he was about to explode, Rio smiled, "Come here silly" He held his waist And dropped him off the table, hugging him tight "Daddy will make you feel good .. ~" he promised "Please..Make me feel good daddy ''

'' Daddy ..'' the trembling boy whispered and closed the book he Came again Without finishing the page.

"Daddy .." He whispered again

In the good books, the daddy is always tough and cruel, But causes pleasure. All I get from these books is sexual satisfaction..But the characters in the story, they get love .

'' Victor! Wake up! "

Victor opened his eyes to a crack, refusing to look in the morning light a Regular boys in his age,

After such an exciting night, were stay in bed at six in the morning, But not in this house.

Victor's parents are pretty tough, And can't even imagine That their son does such obnoxious acts ..

What can Victor do? It's not that he can scream back;'' I'm tired because I masturbated all night!

Ha, This funny thought brought a small smile to his lips, He sighed tiredly and opened his eyes, Succumbing to the laws of society, Which forces him to go to school.

''again?" His father asked as he saw his son's strange attire; Big sweater Mint green Color And light blue skinny jeans, His dirty bright blond hair Hiding his face,And his father was convinced that his eyes were painted with a black makeup pencil .

He left the newspaper on the table and proceeded to the stairs, to his son ''You want them to think you're gay? You want to go to another school again ?!'' He was angry with him, And held his palm, Picks her up in the air for his wife to see "Do you see Luba ?! He even painted the nails in white nail polish! ''

His mother looked at Victor with disappointment "Let the boy do what he wants, the main thing is that he is a good boy.''

Ha..If only she knew..

His father left his hand , returning to his newspaper at the table and quietly grumbling.

''here'' His mother handed him the black school bag  ''I made you a sandwich with olivia salad'' (Russian salad)

''Thank you Mother...''He thanked her quietly and took the school bag from her hands, still hearing his father complain about him to his mother Before he closed the house door.

He got on his gray bike, which was a little low for him, Since he was a tall boy, And pedaling to the new school, he was hardly concentrated on the road, He waited for a moment to return home at the end of the day, back to his pornographic content.

He blushed as he thought about his actions last night ..How filthy.

Is this the building?

He wondered and got off the bike at the crosswalk, Waiting for the green light.

Two girls who looked a little younger were also standing in the crosswalk, Victor turned his head to the dirty pavement floor, Evades any possible interaction.

He raised his head as the car noise stopped, The girls moved forward, Looking at the boy looking at the floor, When their eyes crossed, they stopped looking at him and moved quickly to the other side,Victor dragged the bike with him, Crossing the road when looking at The floor.

* Beep-beep! *

Victor looked in panic at the source of the beeping, panicked That The Jeep car so close to him

Hey freak! hurry up!'' Some boy yelled out the window, Victor got on his bike to get away quickly, muttering " S-sorry .. "

freak" What a great start to a great day.

If he stopped one second later, He would probably bump into the bike positions and fly into the school wall

"Hha!"Startled with the weakest voice he could and got off the bike quickly, gasping with wide eyes

It was close! You fool!

He scolded himself and put the bicycle into one of the empty stands, tying them with a red rope to the iron bow.

'' New boy? ''Hearing a giggle of girls standing at the front door, he looked down at the floor Covers his bright blue eyes with his hair, He quickly entered the large building, ignoring the many people who laughed at him inside his head.

Loser

There were not many students on the ground floor, only a few who rushed to take their gear from the green lockers that were on the sides of the wallsVictor didn't know which one of the lockers here was his, he didn't know where his class was, and he didn't even know what his *class number* was..

The ringing sounded, and the students rushed to their classrooms, leaving Victor alone in the desolate hallway.

He just stood there, trying to think where the 12th graders were, The first thought he thought of was either the first floor, or the last floor, as is usually the case,

But his feet remained stubbornly on the floor, Do not agree to take one step away

"" Skipping out of the classroom, young boy? " said A man with silver hair and blue glasses was standing in the doorway of the door With a sticker ; ''teacher's room ''

'' ... '' Victor replied silently, his eyes still looking at the floor, He nodded no And he opened his mouth, wondering whether to say anything

'' So what do you do outside the classroom a young boy? The lesson is about to begin. '' The man said suspiciously

" I..I don't.. know what class I'm studying in.."He whispered and the man smiled understanding" "You're the new kid." He said, and Victor nodded yes

"Enter the teacher's room, your teacher is still inside."

Without thanking the man who went up the stairs,. Probably to teach his class, he opened the door and walked in shyly.

He gently cleared his throat "... Excuse me? " There were four teachers in the room, and one of them moved toward him "Who are you a young man?"He asked '' Victor..Victor B-brinley..'' He whispered

'' What a nice coincidence, I'm your teacher, Mr. Jackson, You can come with me. ''

'' Good morning kids'' Mr. Jackson Entered the classroom, Victor stands awkwardly behind him.

'' The new student arrived today. '' he said,Some of the girls' looks seemed excited, Some are just curious, and The boys looked bored.

'' Introduce yourself Please.''

Victor just stood there, standing bent, covering his eyes with his hair, He nodded no

'' Huh '' '' Looks like a baby '' '' Shhh! Don't be so bad Jessica .. '' There were whispers in the back of the classroom

'' Ahem-ahem.. '' Mr. Jackson turned the attention back to him And looked at Victor expectantly ''.......Victor..'' He whispered in a quiet voice that was hard to hear

"Well, sit in one of the empty chairs please." Said Mr. Jackson Victor went to the back of the classroom, sitting at a table with two empty chairs "Someone's already sitting here." Said a serious boy with glasses

"It's okay Ron, There are two chairs.'' Said Mr. Jackson and turned to the wall hanging panel.

"We will learn in literature lessons coming up how to analyze texts"

Victor pulled out of his bag from Notebook and Pencil Case, He wrote what Mr. Jackson wrote on the board, But his head was full of thoughts.

Anyone supposed to sit next to me? Why can't I sit alone? There are many whispers .. Are they talking about me? Maybe Dad was right? do I look gay?

He chewed his toe, Trying not to be too nervous .

little <\=3  were painted on the table And he found himself drawing the shape on the table with the tip of his finger, Staring at daydreams.

pervert.

The drawings are kind of cute.

Stop smiling, people will look at you!

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