1. I would go in my pay in my life before he came.


    Date: 1/3/2018, Categories: Fetish, Gay, Author: klammer, Source: xHamster

    My life was pretty good, not real great but bordering on it. I lived with my mother in a medium-sized town, my father having died in a train derailment on his way home from a business conference. Sad, yes, but I was just little. And while I have memories of him, they seem to be fading now. I do have some pictures. Him by himself or with my mother or the three of us on a day out to the beach. I don't really remember that, but I'm sure it was nice. My name is Ronnie. Well, actually it is Ronald, but as far as I know I was never called by that name, except a few times at the beginning of the school term, then everyone just called me Ronnie. I'm 13 years, 5 months and 20 days old, when this story starts. Yes, I count them. I'm compulsive about it. Don't know why, I just do it. Until recently it was just something to occupy my time and to reassure myself that I was a growing boy in my teens. Now I do it to remind myself of how old I really am. I'm a nerd. Geek. Freak. Weirdo. Whatever word works for you nowadays. I'm skinny. I'm the smallest in my class. Most the girls are taller and bigger and even stronger. Yes, I get picked on. But they usually tire of it and for the most part just leave me alone. Every now and then they get a laugh in by pantsing me and admiring (as they call it) my little bits, but it is nothing ever really serious or terrible. Mostly just comments about my size and being just like a little boy. I am four feet, nine inches tall, when standing on tip toes. ...
    And I am lucky to weigh 95 pounds. And that's holding a wet towel. It's actually quite weird as both my parents were rather tall. An aunt once said, I hope in jest, that I was switched at the hospital and really belong to the wee folk. She's Irish and found that to be quite funny. Me? I worry a lot. I worry that perhaps I was switched. I'm small and bookish. Both my parents were big and not necessarily athletic but they worked out and such and they did have what I call a &#034proper body&#034 You know. Big, trim, firm. Nice looking. Like from a fashion magazine. Oh, well. That's just the way it is for me, before he came. To make matters worse. I have red hair. Not just red hair, but blazing red hair. Another prime target to tease about. Everyone loves to pick on gingers. And if it could be worse. I have freckles. Lots and lots of freckles. My wonderful aunt (may she rot in hell) loves to say that I shouldn't be so shy and sensitive about them, that they are angle kisses. (Laugh) Then after a pause, or are they kisses of the devil? (Even more hearty laugh as she downs some Irish whiskey). That always gets a big laugh from all gathered round. I also wear glasses. Not real stylish ones (my opinion), but nice sensible ones (my mother's opinion). My hair is longish but not real long. Not even to my shirt collar and just to my ears. Yes. I wear shirts with collars. I don't wear baggy jeans or t-shirts emblazoned with wild pictures or sayings. I wear button-up shirts with button down ...
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