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Related article: Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2001 20:49:21 -0300
From: Danny Oliver
Subject: Changes 7Warning:This is a work of fiction. This is not based in real facts in any way.
This story may portray sexual acts between a man and a minor model nude wiltshire boy. If that
subject offends you or if you underage just stop reading it.The author copyrights this story. You may place it in any appropriate
archive or website as long as they are free of charge. Please, do not alter
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speaker of English so I apologize for any mistakes.Any comments are very welcome at baretta669hotmail.com. I'll answer
everyone. Flames will be ignored.Foreword:This story is child model portal
dedicated to my friend Teglin. His support and criticism were
so important to this work. This is only here because of him. I hereby
express my most truthful gratitude to him.Changes
By Danny Oliver
Chapter Seven:I woke up next day, got dressed and quickly left to Pierre's. It took less
than twenty minutes driving. I knew that he was expecting Doug to come a
little later. It wasn't 10 a.m yet and he'd be expecting visits by noon, but
I didn't care about it. I wanted to straighten things up. If he wouldn't
have the money, I'd give him more time and I wouldn't let him play at my
tables either. I didn't want him to keep losing his money in a dumb card
game. After all, he wasn't a bad guy, just a bad player.As I parked in front of his house, I noticed that none of his cars were
there. The front door was half opened. I entered and called for him. No
response. I ventured myself through his living room. Everything seemed to be
completely normal, his house one of the tidiest I've ever seen, and however,
no preteeen model pics one appeared to be home.I heard some noises behind me. I turned to see three guys cocking their
shotguns. They didn't give me time to react and shot me unmercifully several
times. I fell down on my back, lying in a puddle of blood."Tony... Tony... Tony..."The bikini modell blond voice seemed to be inside my head. I could recognize it. It was Spencer.
He was calling for me. His voice was getting louder and louder."Tony... Tony... TONY!"I opened my eyes and saw Spencer's face looking worriedly at me. I was in my
bedroom. It was just a dream! Well, maybe more like a nightmare but, anyway,
it wasn't real."Spencer?" I said still a little confused."Are you ok, Tony?" he looked scared."Yeah, it was just a bad dream."I tried to sound courageous but I was still panting, my body covered in
sweat. He had his hands on my shoulders. It took me long to notice that he
was still naked from our last night sex session."I'm okay, babe, I just need to take a shower. What time is it?""Eight o'clock""Well, it was about time to wake up, anyway," I said getting off the bed and
heading to the bathroom. I looked back at Spencer gazing at his perfect
body, "You're so beautiful," I said overjoyed. He blushed a little and
returned my smile."Are you really okay?""Don't worry, I'll be fine."With that I entered the bathroom for my shower. The images of the nightmare
were still on my head not to mention the powerful headache so close to make
my head break open. It wasn't really unusual for me to have nightmares, it
happened since I was a kid. I never had any since I met Spencer though. My
eyes were closed against the stream of hot water. Pictures of the last night
dream roamed all over my mind. I could almost feel the impact of the bullets
piercing my body again. I opened my eyes to see Spencer stark naked staring
at my dick and grinning."Can I?" he asked making the most charming puppy expression."You don't have to.""Please?""You can do whatever you want, sweetie."That was far more encouragement nn russian supermodels than he needed. He moved his hand to my now
half-hardened penis. His touch was so tender I almost collapsed. Unlike me,
my dick got instantly rock-hard. He wrapped his fingers around my
uncircumcised tool and gently started rubbing it. My body was quivering, it
was getting harder and harder to keep my balance. I was getting even more
excited to see the smile in his lips, he was enjoying that way more than I
expected to be possible, the stiffness in his penis proved that. By then, I
had completely forgotten about last night's dream."Now you're finally saying bad words around me, huh?" he giggled.Was I swearing? I don't remember. The excitement has made my body and mind
work on small teens models their own. I unconsciously avoided my usual verbal glossary when
around him, but now there was nothing I could do to help it. He looked up at
me and liked his upper lip. I knew what he was going to do and I wanted it
so bad. He knelt down. Carefully, he licked the very tip of my dick's head.
My body wasn't trembling anymore... it was shaking. His left hand around my
shaft and the right playing with my balls. He licked my glans again, and
again, and again. My moans of pleasure were getting louder and louder."Well, well I think you like it, Tony," he teased backing away a little.He moved his head forth again, but this time instead of licking he decided
to put the entire head of my cock in his mouth closing his lips just after
it. He started to pass his tongue all over it. He was doing it to me just
like I did it to him last night. The pleasure was immeasurable. I placed my
hands in his head caressing his hair and that seemed to make him engulf even
more of my dick. I think it was already hitting models baby drowns the back of his throat. I
couldn't take much more of it and tried to warn him of what was about to
come (literally) but my vocal cords were busy with my moans and groans,
anyway. In absolute ecstasy, I
cummed in his mouth, one spurt after another. He took the first three trying
to swallow it as quickly as he could but he wasn't able to take all of my
sperm in his mouth, and the last few jets hit his forehead and nose.Spencer looked up at me teeny sex models smiling triumphantly."Wow! websamba com jessimodel How can you keep all of this stuff inside of you?" the kneeling boy in
front of me asked me cheerfully.I wasn't in condition of answering anything. He let go of my softening dick
and I slowly sat on the floor taking the beautiful lad in my arms. Without
any words being said we kissed tenderly. It wasn't a kiss of pure lust.
There was mostly love for each other, an overwhelming feeling impossible to
be described with words. Where has my headache gone? And people say aspirin
is jessi nn model good for that. If only they knew.Some time later, we were dressed again and ready for breakfast. We runway model went
downstairs to find Vince already waiting for us."You guys are quite good sleepers," Vince remarked as we approached the
table hand in hand.Something was different this morning. Although I felt myself light, almost
like if I could fly, with a continuous juvenile smile on my face, I noticed
that Spencer seemed somewhat quiet that morning. He ate quickly and excused
himself going upstairs."Is he ok?" Vince asked me."I don't know, but I'll find it out."I finished and went back to the second floor. The bathroom door was closed.
As I got closer to the door I started hearing his muffled sobs coming from
inside."Please, just one more day!" he was crying louder now."Spencer, are you all right?" I called knocking the door."Yeah!" he answered doing his best to hide his feelings and trying to sound
normal.I walked back and sat on the bed. Why was he so sad? Did I do something
wrong? He seemed to be enjoying our little earlier jessi nn model fun so much. A few
moments later he left the bathroom and walked towards me. His eyes were red
and still more wet than usual. He walked towards me and practically
collapsed over me sending my back against the bed, his light, smooth body
over mine, his head resting against my chest. He was crying openly again. I
could feel the moistness of his tears passing through my shirt finally
reaching my skin."What's wrong, honey?""Nothing. I just love you so much. I want to stay with you forever," he
answered trying to stop his tears."I love you too, baby, you know that. And we'll stay together. I promise
I'll never leave you."We stayed in that position for a long time. So long that Vince entered the
room asking if I would go to Pierre's place to get the money. Once more, he
offered himself for doing so. Again, I refused. Spencer, who appeared to be
sleeping till now, rolled himself off me."I got to go to Dr. Pierre's house to get our money," I said to Spencer. He
looked so sad. "Don't worry, I'll be back in less than one hour," he nodded
feebly. "I love you, Spencer," I finished after kissing his lips. He smiled
a little."I love you too, Tony, and I'll always be with you."I nodded and left the room followed by Vince, leaving my boy alone, laying
in the bed. I got my car's keys in the living room."Why are you so stubborn, T?""C'mon, Vince, he's a renowned doctor, not a criminal. I'll be fine."During all the child model portal drive, I was thinking of how Spencer was feeling. I decided
that as soon as I got home virgins model I'd find out why he was said and would make him
happy or die trying to. Twenty minutes after my departure I parked in front
of his house and, just like in my dream I noticed his garage. Only one of
his cars was there. I checked my watch: Exactly noon. I did not forget my
piece and was carrying it embedded between my pants and my waist, hidden by
my black leather jacket, just in case. I walked towards the door and rang
the bell. It took no longer than fifteen seconds for the door to go open."M-Mr. Figueroa?!"Dr. Pierre opened the door. He looked very surprised to see me there. vlad models gallery He was
a man about my height but very white. He definitely wasn't the models baby drowns kind of man
who likes the sun. He was a tidy person for sure though. I have never seen
his dark blond hair even a little uncombed or a single wrinkle or stain on
his clothes."I thought you would send that guy. Doug.""He had some business to do in San Diego, so I decided to come here myself,"
I lied dryly, "Do you have the money?""Uh. Yes. I sold one of the cars as you suggested.""Good.""Can I offer you anything to drink?" he said."Red wine. Do you have it?""Certainly," he answered looking to be more relaxed now.I sat in an armchair placed in front of his living room's couch. He took a
bottle of red wine and poured some in two glasses. We didn't chandra parker model talk too much.
He emptied his glass quite quickly and excused himself telling me he was
going to pick up the money. I still had about half glass to drink. I wasn't
in a hurry anyway. I slowly sipped the wine feeling its flavor against my
tongue. That armchair felt really comfortable. I think I got really
abstracted cause I never noticed Pierre approaching from behind me. Nope, I
barely heard the noise of the shot. The bullet hit me right in the back of
my head. It teenie photo models
didn't hurt. I just felt numbed. The impact of the projectile
made my body fell off the chair my face hitting the ground. I couldn't move.
Not a single muscle. My eyes closed against my will, everything went black
and I knew I was dead. My last thoughts were about Spencer. I didn't have to
worry, though. With me dying, Vince would be the new boss and I'm sure he
would take good care of my sweet boy. But wherever I'd go to, I'd certainly
miss him.
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My eyes started to open in the same way they got closed: by themselves. The
blackness began turning into a blinding white. Heaven? Little by little my
eyes got used to the lights. I heard some teen bikinimodels
familiar voices. Vince was one of
those voices. 'I think I'm not in heaven yet,' I thought. My eyes focused
after some time. I was lying looking at a white ceiling. Everything was
white. If I'm not in heaven, then it can only be a hospital. I tried to
move, but an overwhelming pain all over my body made me wince."Tony!" Vince shouted.He ran towards me I could see his face much more clearly now."You're awake!""Am I alive?" My voice was weak and I barely recognized it as my words came
out."Yes, yes you are, man!""I'm not that easy to get rid of," I child model portal said trying to grin. My voice was
better now. It was almost normal, "How long have I been out?""Twenty nine days," he answered promptly.That shocked me! It didn't look like all that time has passed."Jesus! A whole fucking month!" I exclaimed with my using my usual
vocabulary.
"Yep. When the paramedics arrived you had been dead for about five minutes.
They resurrected you. But you stayed in a coma since then. You have broken
one leg, three ribs, your collarbone and had major head trauma.""I thought I was dead, you know, when it happened I felt paralyzed and then
everything went black. I really thought I was finished. By the way, have you
killed him yet?"Vince looked at me in a strange confused way."Have I killed who?""Fucking Pierre, who do you think?"He was even more bemused now."No. I-I haven't killed him. Uh. Why would I do that?""Oh. Let's see. Because he shot me on the head?" I answered sarcastically.Vince looked to his side."Mr. Figueroa, I didn't shoot you."That voice! It was Pierre! I turned my head to his figure dressed in his
work MD uniform. He was looking unknowingly at me, like if he hadn't done
anything."You bastard!""T, he is telling lily model ixtractor the truth. He didn't shoot you. He's been taking care of
you since the accident," Vince said."Oh sure, he didn't shoot me. I suppose I've been in a fucking coma for one
month because I shot myself, right?""He doesn't remember what happened," Pierre remarked to Vince."How can you fucking say that?" Anger was ruling me now, "I remember
everything. I was at your place to collect the money you owe me. You offered
me wine and then you came behind me and shot me in the back of my head.""Tony," Vince started, "You're here because you've been in a car crash. You
were stopped in a traffic light and a school bus ran over your car. The
brakes of the bus failed so the driver wasn't able to stop. You dreamed
about being shot.""It wasn't a dream, for Christ's sake!"My eyes were now wet from my fury."Tony." Vince tried to start."Fuck that! I don't want to hear vlad models gallery any more about it! Where is Spence?"Vince gave me the bewildered look again."Who?""Spencer, damn it, you know him!""I don't know any Spencer, T."I was suspecting of something but now it hit me. Harder than anything has
ever had. Harder than the school bus. Harder than Pierre's damn imaginary
bullet. There was no bedroom remodeling teen Spencer. Tears began flowing uncontrollably over my
cheeks. I needed him so much. I wanted him to cheer me up. A few moments
ago, my eyes weren't wet from the anger. They were wet because I realized
the truth. I wanted to deny it so badly. I wanted to send both Pierre and
Vince to hell and go back to Spencer."How are the children?" I asked trying to recover from the shock."What children?" Vince asked, assuming again it was one more of my
'fantasies'."The kids on the school bus," My strengths were fading now."Uh. They're fine. toplist boy models Some of them got a little bruised, but no big deal.""Good," I felt a little relieved, "Dr. Pierre, I'm sorry.""Don't worry about it. It seems you have no sequels at all. Honestly, due
the damage that was inflicted to your brain I didn't expect you to wake up
ever again. In fact, it's a miracle you're talking to us right now. You
probably have a very kind guardian angel," Pierre said with a pleasant
smile."I do," It was I could say as tears turk teen model started flowing again, "Thanks, Vince.""It's good to have you back, Tony.""He needs some rest now," Dr. Pierre said, slowly leaving the room."I'll come back tomorrow to check on you," Vince said, "Uh... Tony, do you
know what was the first word you said when you woke up?""I can't remember.""Fuck!" he answered me.We both laughed at that."It's good to see you haven't changed, T," he said smiling.I shook my head."I've been through a lot of changes during my coma, Vince, believe me," I
said smiling back."Well, we'll see. I gotta go now."With that, he left the room. I was alone again and gradually closed my eyes.
I've been sleeping for a whole month and now that I'm awake, I want to go
back to sleep, to go back amd procesor models to Spencer. Lennon once said that 'all you need is
love.' He was right. I can see that now."They might think I've dreamt about you, Spencer, but I know better than
that. You're my little angel. You have saved me. You have made me change. I
can't go back doing what porn models uk I used to. I can't go back being what I was. I'll
be better the way you've taught me. You have showed me the way and I'll
never forget that. I shall do my part. I know we'll meet again, and then, in
the end, we'll be together. Forever," I whispered to the air.
The end.--I'd like to send special thanks to everyone who took time to read this
story. Hope you liked it. Let me know what you think reaching me at
baretta669hotmail.com
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