Semua Bab Atonement Of Innocence Book 1 Root: Fictional Story : Bab 1 - Bab 10

My name is Logan and everyone seems to know me except myself. Every other moment in my life has been sadness despair and hopelessness. I was the creepy kid in the neighborhood, so much so that all the kids made fun of me. I can sadly say with absolute certainty that I have never had a true friend. In fact, people seem to hate me; it’s not an exaggeration. The problem is, I’m not quite sure what I’ve done to warrant such a reaction from people.Growing up, I was a huge pushover and never really stood up for myself, plus, I believed all of the negative and hateful comments were true; this is because in my early teen, I had a male cousin a couple years older than me, that would play around with me sexually every chance he got. This started around the age of 12 when his family relocated to my hometown and continued until I was about 18 when I finally put a stop to it. By the time I realized how poisonous this relationship was to me, the damage was already done.The sadness I fee

A next guy that I will be telling you a little about is name is Damion, and he was much older than my cousin and he lived with his mother and her two sisters and there was a rumor that he was having sex with his mother but there was not any proof it. He was tall, dark and not hansom, but he too had a big dick like my cousin, he keeps his body in relatively good shape - this shows me that he knows how to take care of himself in a good way. It also shows me that he sets his body as a priority. He’s actively working out every night, and he seems to always be in a good spirit. The bottom line - if he takes good care of himself, he's likely to take good care of me and give me what I want when I wanted it, but how foolish was I to believe that I could get any form of money from him.He was working for little or nothing and I didn’t have a clue that’s what's been happening. Every time I ask for a money from Damion, he would give me a hundred dollar. Like what the FUCK!!

From an early age I preferred playing doll games with girls rather than noisy games with boys. Ill ‘fix’ you, they would say. Another would say “all he need is a night a back road”, a road in Portmore, Jamaica where women would sell their bodies. But do they really think I would want to be an outcast in society. Why won’t they get it? Am just like this!!But the serious problems began in school…Through my High school life, I was constantly abused by the other school student as I was not like the other school boys. I was called “battyman” as I was dressed to the school code. I was called a big gal because I rather study than play football or other sports. I sound funny they say, as I speak the Queens English. I was a depress teenager. Cried every night when I was home in the dark and a victim of suicide attempt when I could not cope with it. It was amazing how cruelty human could be to one another, especially for us student in high school. Guys in my class would th

It was about the first Friday night on my summer vacation in the States and I was feeling lonely and depress. So I decided to go have a drink at a bar in New York called The Cock. Its longtime hole-in-the-wall gay bar with theme nights featuring DJs & go-go boys. At the club I met a guy name Ronaldo, which I had a drink with, after which he invite me back to his apartment that night. After going back to his apartment, I stood there just staring at him until finally he spoke. He came up real close to me. His perfume was really strong; it had this sweet aroma that seems to be turning me on. He was just a few inches from my face and I was comfortable with him being so close, as I wanted to tier of his clothes so fucking bad. He stared right into my eyes. "This is what is going to happen. You are going to go upstairs, take a shower, you’re going to brush your teeth and we are going to fuck! Ronaldo commanded. “Oh, there’s is a gift on the sink, put it on” he added

In the romantic transition from online chats to real-life meetings, the reality inevitably turns out more than I planned on and had hoped for. I met a man online who lived on the other side of town. We were technologically inseparable for three weeks, before we had decided to meet at the mall that was hear my house, which was the regular stop to meet up with strangers, as it was safe. It wasn’t love at first sight, as I never saw him, it was on Adam4Adam (A4A) online we met. His name I was going from being Dalton as he has told over the chart, but his A4A name was naughtyJam69 and his displace photo was glamorous. No one will see a photo like that and didn’t direct message him, except me. My profile photo was a knockout. It was Dalton, who message me first by sending me a smile. I think it was the attraction our conversation mix with the photos that had caught me off guard. I didn’t think it would go any further than chat sex and intensive conversations. I was wr