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MiddleAcre Correctional Facility For Troubled Teens - Part 3 - The Lost
Middle Acre Correctional Facility For Troubled Teens
Part 3 - The Lost Chapter

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A fortnight had passed and I had not seen Madison
since. I had never tried to visit the Chill Out Room again, I had learnt
my lesson. I was not entirely sure what had happened to Madison, and
honestly didn't really care...
In the back of my mind I assumed Faris and his boys
had wiped him out?...but the reality was that he had finished his
sentence. Simple as that. Now he'd be back on the streets, dealing ICE
or whatever to the unsuspecting youth, ruining someone else's life.
I had not seen Will for those two weeks either,
though a guard came to tell me that he'd been moved into a Psychiatric
Wing to manage his anger issues. Anger issues I didn't even know he had.
Apparently the clash during Break had set him off. I felt sorry for him,
though couldn't even visit him.
Break had been rather boring too, even between
classes there wasn't any fights or anything, which was strange. I had
come to expect it. A few times I had seen nakid preteen models one of the boys who hung out
with Faris that night, but I didn't really get the opportunity to say
In the Break classroom I was leaning against the back
wall, hands behind my head with my eyes closed, I really wasn't in the
mood for study group.
My mind was elsewhere, my cell mate was locked away
in the Psychiatric Wing at the far end of Middle Acre, and my dick just
wanted to know if I'd see puberty preteen that hot Faris bloke again.
Kane threw an iPod onto preteen tgp thumbnail
my stomach and rapped on the
table with his fists, my eyes snapped open instantly. He huddled over me
with a wide grin on his face.
"What's defloration preteen pix the haps?" Kane asked.
I shrugged.
"Nothing mate, nothing at all." I said, simply.
"A preteen transexuals penny for your thoughts?" Kane laughed.
"Just bored...you know...the usual..." I trailed off.
A guy slumped down next to Kane and bumped fists with
"Oh, Josh, this is Kiriweti." Kane said.
"G'day mate." I said.
"Just call him nn preteen banned
Kiri..." Kane nodded strangely.
"...will do..." I nodded.
Kiriweti was a giant, muscular mĂŁ ori guy who looked
the same age as Kane. He had gigantic arms and piercing brown eyes. Both
of his arms were covered in a tribal sleeve tattoo.
"Oi, dude, actually, while you're here. We need to
get Josh into Ball. He's bored" comforter pre teen Kane said.
"...really?" Kiriweti asked, confused.
Kane laughed.
"He may be little, but he can handle shit." Kane
"Fuck off, I'm not little!" I complained.
"Your dick size doesn't matter on the Ball court,
Princess." Kane teased. Kiri laughed.
"You want to play Ball?" Kiri asked.
"...do I?" I shrugged to Kane.
"Fuck yeah he does. He wants to know all about it,
meet the boys..." Kane said, winking at me.
"Fuck you're annoying." I punched him.
"...but if he breaks anything bro, we'll get ditched
for a fortnight?" Kiriweti trailed off, almost annoyed.
"Pfft, he won't get hurt. lingerie preteen videos Trust me." Kane said,
winking at me.
"Why are you winking at me? I've mexian preteens photos
seen the bruises and
shit you've come back with man." I complained.
"Half of them aren't from Ball, you dick. You'll
play, like, what? One game, you whinging pussy. Calm down." Kane
"...you'll be alright bro, don't worry." Kiriweti
I nodded slowly.
"...do I have to?" I asked, genuinely wondering what
they were enrolling me into.
"You'll like it, it's fun! You get to bash the shit
outta blokes..." Kiri tried to explain.
"I promise they won't smash that pretty face of
yours." Kane joked, squeezing my cheeks. I smacked his hand away.
"Why would I want to get the shit bashed out of me?"
I asked.
Kane just ignored me.
"There's someone there I want you to meet anyways."
He winked.
Kiriweti gasped as if remembering something, he
looked away awkwardly.
"...what's up?" Kane asked Kiri, underage preteen angle
almost rudely.
"...oh, nah, nothing. Just that...your...umm..." He stopped
for a moment, making a motion at me before clearing his throat.
"...Tomorrow?" Kane laughed, somehow knowing junior preteen porn
what he
"...not till next week, it was late..." Kiri explained, a
little worried.
Kane's eyes flashed like I had never seen before.
He clenched his fist and smashed it into the table
with a sickening crack. The teacher and a few guys looked around
confused. There was a moment of silence before some guards entered the
room. The teacher shook his head, motioning that everything was alright,
and the guards disappeared back preteen young sluts out the door.
"...that isn't very good." Kane russian preteen fucked said, eventually,
breathing out loudly.
Kiriweti looked genuinely scared.
"...They'll take care of it bro, they said they would,
don't worry about it..." He insisted, stammering.
Kane reached over slowly towards me and I flinched,
he gave a look of concern on his face before he patted me on the
"Lucky I've got Princess preteens links forum to keep me distracted." Kane
I coughed, shocked. I didn't want to respond while he
was angry, I found myself nodding slowly.
Kane cracked a smile, sliding out of his chair. A few
worried guys around us shuffled in their seats. Kiriweti followed
silently. Kane stopped and spun around quickly.
"...oh yeah, soz, dude, yeah, just come down the hotyoung pre teens Ball
court in Quiet Time hey?" Kane asked.
"...I only just got Gym Privileges, I don't think
they'll let me in?..." I stammered.
"...the boys will let you in..." Kiriweti insisted.
I nodded, confused. I had no idea what I had just
been invited to, but something in hairless japanese preteen the back of mind told me I'd enjoy it...
My previous two months of good behaviour had given me
Gym Privileges finally. The day I was told I was totally stoked, I ran
down to the Gym Block and did weights, punching bag, treadmill, fit
ball, everything I could in the fat nude preteen
two hours they gave us. This may sound
shit, but I hung up one of Will's pillow cases and filled it with books
and clothes, making a preteen grl home-made punching bag. I'd have a go on it for an
hour every night and started seeing real model forum preteens
results in my arms, which was
I missed Will, more as a cellmate, but also the fact
the we were going to work out together down in the Gym latvian models preteen Block the minute
I got gym privileges. I wasn't just looking forward to watching him
sweat, I genuinely wanted a gym buddy.
It was already beautifull preteen erotic the end of sandra preteen video
Spring by now and I had
calculated that by the time I got released I would have only a few weeks
left of school, russia preteen x then be off for the Summer holiday break.
I couldn't wait to get skating again with the boys.
Do anything with the boys really. I missed my mates. I had caught up
with most of the `school' lessons I was supposed to while I was here, so
technically I would be able to go straight into Year 10 classes without
much trouble.
Strangely, I ar6t models preteen
was looking forward to school. But
mainly because it wasn't Middle Acre Correctional Facility. I just
wanted out. I guess the prison system does work, in that, I learnt my
lesson...literally and morally. Not that I was a nerd, but I'd at least
get a passing grade when I got back.
Spring weather had been shit in prison I noticed. It
was either freezing cold or boiling hot. The way our block had been
built, preteen thumbnail nudity
the sexy preteen photos cells either kept in the heat from the day or didn't let it
in at all. The last few days had been fairly hot, so most of the boys
had been around in just their Prison Pants to try and keep cool.
Today, though, was raining and freezing cold. You
could hear the rain pounding against the tinny roof high above our
heads, occasionally feeling some water trickle down from the barred
Before Quiet Time had even started, I found myself
sitting in the shower, letting the warm water cover me completely. I had
been in there for nearly half an hour. I didn't care. There was nothing
I wanted to do in my cell. Most of the boys were in their bunks watching
TV, or fucking, either way, whatever they were doing was warm and fun. I
did a few rounds on my make-shift preteen school orgy
punching bag, but all that did was get
me worked up. I knew I had Ball to go to later, so didn't really want to
tire myself out.
I had propped myself sideways, because our shower and
toilet were the same cubicle of the cell. So rather than straddle the
bowl with the lid down, I was lying with the seat down, my head resting
against the wall, my legs bent and stretched high up the wall. It felt
good letting the water slither down me and disappear over my stomach.
I was trying to picture Faris naked, I couldn't
remember why, my dick was controlling my thoughts. But as quickly as I
could imagine his hairy olive abs, the image would disappear. The
thought wouldn't even linger long enough for me to bar up and beat off.
I played with my bushy pubes for a while, it was weird seeing them this
long, I'd usually be able to trim them at home.
The Quiet Time horned buzzed and I stretched out of
the shower. The coldness of the cell smashed into me. I shuddered as I
tried to find a towel. I pulled on a fresh pair of Prison Pants and a
Prison Hoodie, it was a pretty funky outfit haha. I had no idea what I
was supposed to wear to a Ball game, so I guessed a modelling the Prison
ensemble would be good enough.
I made my way down the balcony to towards the Gym
Block, the Ball Court and "Forbidden Pool" area were next to it. I was
told about the pool area once by another cell mate but never bothered to
investigate it further. Basically, after Gym Privileges came the Pool
Privileges, so I was a few Duty Credits away from being able to use it.
I didn't really care.
As it was most afternoons, the Gym was overflowing
with guys on every machine. The bare feet preteen thumping music nearly deafened me as I
passed, it wasn't that loud, just not hearing music for a period of time
makes it really loud when you finally hear it again, if that makes
sense. It was cool when the guards would hook up their iPods so the guys
had music to work out to, but it was always dependant on the guard.
I pressed forbidden nude preteens my way through the Glass Room, which was a
separate mini-gym for more dangerous inmates. I had seen a guy a couple
of times in here, he preteenmodel imageboard didn't look that dangerous.
"Oi, where are you off to?" the guard asked.
"...the Ball court?..." I found myself saying.
The guard stood silently, staring at me. He muttered
something into his intercom and a few moments later he rolled his eyes.
He led me russian preteen pee
into a familiar corridor, it blinded fat naked preteens me,
the chequered black and white tiles reflecting the ugly fluorescent
light. Windows that were covered in chicken wire lined the entire
corridor, behind them were small offices, interrogation rooms, lockers,
guards, other cell mates.
We slowed our pace at a double door, down another
side corridor, the place was like a maze. The guard stopped me.
"Oi, next time, you can get through the back way
behind the pov pre teen preteen blonde pics
pool." The guard pointed out.
"I haven't been to the pool..." I pointed out.
"...get one of the boys to show you. Hurry up!" He
snapped, pushing me through the double doors.
I stumbled slightly into a dark hallway, lit barely
by the light from the shattered glass windows on my left hand side. The
right side walls were tattered and cracked, their paint faded and
damaged. virgin preteen underage It looked like a school hallway.
I could hear guys laughing, their feet thumping onto
the preteen model preview ground, a ball being smashed against different things. The light was
barely visible through the dirty, dust covered windows on my left as I
walked slowly towards an open door. The door to the Ball court I assumed
from the noise.
I naked preteens models turned the corner to see Kane standing with three
guys, Kiriweti was one of them. I waved strangely, they didn't seem to
notice, they were huddled over something.
"...get up pussy, it's not that bad." One of them said.
The group laughed. I moved closer. Kane saw me.
"...hey..." I said, preteens sex fotos quietly.
"...I didn't think you were gonna show!" Kane said
happily, punching me playfully in the arm.
"Yeah, nah, was just gonna gym most of it, but
thought I'd check it out." I explained.
"Did the guards say anything?" Kane asked.
"Nah, the young one...brown hair...he let me in..." I tried
to remember what he looked like.
"Oh, Neil yeah, he's all good. Nice cock too." Kane
said, bluntly.
"...gross..." I joked.
"I've got some bad news anyway, Ball might be over
today." He said, pointing at the guy on the floor. There was a guy on
the floor.
"...what happened?" I preteen bikini pix asked.
"He fell preteen young gallery back! Nothing fucking wrong with him. Get up
cunt before Quiet Times finished!" A young guy complained. The rest of
the guys murmured.
"I can't lift it up, dick! See!?" The guy on the
floor tried to lift his arm and winced in pain. Kiriweti rolled his eyes
and motioned to one of the other guys.
"We'll be back, I'll go get Miller." Kiri said.
Everyone, but underaged preteen 16yo me, groaned loudly.
"Fuck off cunts, I'm injured!" The guy on the floor
I stood silently, noticing the disappointment on the
guys faces, and noticing that they were all dripping with sweat.
"...is it a good work out?" I asked Kane, quietly.
"How the fuck would I know? I just watch them." He
"You didn't play?" I asked.
"I've played, what? Twice?...whole time I've been in
here. I just like seeing blokes sweaty." Kane pointed out, which was
fair enough.
The cg galleries preteen youngest guy from before had grabbed his last
team mate and was balancing the soccer ball on his foot. The guy on the
floor was lying flat, one hand over his eyes, groaning.
"You play?" The youngest guy asked me. Kane stared at
I shrugged.
"Oh...nah mate, never have..." I answered.
"It's pretty easy mate." The other guy replied, he
had a thin looking face, alright build. The youngest guy was hotter.
"Yeah, might give it a go when we got a team..." I
The youngest guy laughed.
"What team?" He asked, kicking the soccer ball at me
at full speed. I managed to snap my hands up in preteen boys
time to grab it in front
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my chest.
"Oh, handball...I'm out..." I said, laughing.
Suddenly, the thin faced guy with the alright build
lunged at me, crash tackling me to the ground. preteens models childs We both hit with a dusty,
loud crack as the ball silently rolled away. It settled at the youngest
guys legs and he propped his foot onto it.
"...now, you're preteen mature out." He said, simply.
The thin faced guy with the alright build stood up
and brushed himself off, he reached down his hand to help me up.
"Sorry mate, I'm Greg hey..." Greg said, kindly.
I stood up slowly, my gaze fixed on the youngest one
as he started with his ball balancing tricks again.
"I'm Josh, mate." I said.
"Yeah, sorry, yeah, we tackle hey so unless you block
it, you're out...so..." Greg bbc modeling preteen trailed off.
"...How do you score?" I preteens fuckes
asked. The youngest guy
laughed. I glared at him.
"Oh, it's easy, you just get it up in the nets." Greg
The youngest guy threw the ball backwards behind his
head and it rustled through the net. He smirked.
"...well, yeah, like that." Greg laughed.
"Yeah, I got the gist." I trailed off.
"I'm out boys. Josh, mate, I'll tell you when next
game is on. But thanks to fuck-knuckle on the floor, it won't be for
weeks I don't reckon..." Kane preteen boys moldes
trailed off.
"Fuck off you guys, I reckon it's broken!" The guy on
the floor complained.
"Kiri went to get Miller so stop your whinging!!
Right boys, peace out." Kane bumped knuckles with Greg.
"...who's Miller?" I asked.
"...the medical centre doctor..." Kane explained, as he
walked away.
There was a moment of silence.
"...we playing G?" The younger guy groaned.
"Nah, I'm gonna wait here with Ireland." Greg said,
pointing to the guy on the floor.
"Whatever cunt. Fuck youse all." The young guy
grumbled, he kicked the soccer ball full force as he thumped out of the
Ball gegg preteen models
amature preteen models Court.
"He's a cunt." I found myself saying.
Greg laughed.
"Oh, nah, you get to used to him." He said, moving
over towards the guy on the floor.
The guy on the floor had sat himself up but had his
right arm sticking out in little illegal preteen
an awkward angle.
"How is it?" Greg asked.
"Nah, its fucked, needs to get cracked back in I
reckon." The guy on the floor said. He looked up at me.
"Oh...Hey, I'm Josh." I introduced myself.
"Patrick." Patrick, the guy on the floor said.
"Did you free ball it?" Greg asked.
"Fuck off, who's gonna be looking when we're playing
Ball?" Patrick laughed. They both went chinese preteen sex
"...other than Kane." I said.
The guys laughed.
"I don't think Josh wants to see your balls, mate."
Greg pointed out.
"I can't sandy model preteen
mate, preteen pussy wet
don't worry." I said, confused.
Greg pointed.
"Stand here man, you can see right down into his
shorts!" Greg laughed.
"I'll be right." I laughed. Patrick was kinda hot,
but the younger guy before was on my mind. The one who was being a cunt
to everyone.
"...Miller will probably just crack it back in hey?"
Patrick asked.
"Yeah, you'll get doped up and shit." Greg nodded.
"Sweet!..." He stopped "...Oh, hey, Josh, sorry I spoilt
your first Ball game."
"Nah, it's cool mate, I can do it another day." I
trailed off.
"You basically saw it all anyways...except for the
blood sometimes." Greg pointed out.
"Ooh, yeah, remember that?" Patrick remembered.
I laughed.
"...what happened?" I wondered.
"Um...oh, kid from west corridor got slammed against
the old walls and when it cracked a metal sheet cut into his back, like,
full sliced into it..." Patrick told.
"...Fuck...what? Is he alright?" I asked.
"It was about a year ago now. He left about a month
or two after it, just has a giant scar down his back now." Greg
"It doesn't look as bad now, did they fix it?" I
asked, pointing around the court.
"Oh, nah, this is the new Ball court." Greg said.
"We broke the preteen foot show other one." Patrick laughed.
"The old Ball forbidden preteens court was a fucking ruin man...cos this
used to be a boys school. Did you know that?" Greg asked.
"Nah, didn't know..." I trailed off.
"Take a seat bro, it's a bit of a tale..." Greg joked.
We both sat either side of Patrick, though I still
couldn't models preteens galleries
see up his torn Prison Pants...
"About 10, 15 years ago this used to be a private
boarding school. Well, this end was, the rest was attached later, like
the cell corridors and shit." Greg began. I nodded.
"Oh yeah, I thought it was weird that this place
looked like a uni from the outside..." I said.
"Yeah, basically, all they did was rip out the guts
and add shit to the back. So many guys here reckon its haunted. It's
funny." Greg laughed.
"...is it?" I asked.
"Who cares?" Greg laughed.
"...so?" I asked, wanting to hear more of little kitty preteen
the story.
"So...? What? That's it. It used to be a Boarding
School and now it's a prison." Greg finished.
"A Correctional Facility For Troubled Teens, I think
you'll find." Patrick pointed out.
"Yeah I never felt the whole, like, prison vibe here.
Like, not that I've been in a prison prison, but it didn't look like
anything I'd seen in the movies." I found myself rambling.
"Nah, yeah, I agree with you man, it doesn't hey.
It's more like a shit preteen models fashion
school you can't get out of kinda feel." Greg
"Maybe we're dead and this is Hell...?" Patrick
Greg and I stared at him.
"Oh, sorry, yeah, what happened to the old Ball
court?" I asked.
Greg gasped.
"Oh! Yeah. It collapsed. Like, literally, one day
just all caved in. I wasn't there...I think Tatts was...but yeah, just sorta
fell in. The back wall fell into it and the rest just followed." Greg
"That sucks." I nodded.
"We couldn't play Ball for ages I remember." Greg
"That's right cos I'd only just got in here and was
hearing all the stories about Ball and didn`t play it for ages." Patrick
"So...yeah, now it's here. You can still get to the old
building, it's just down the same hall as this past the old offices."
Greg explained.
"Yeah, the guard was like `there's a entrance near
the pool' or some shit." I said.
"...Oh, the pool...yeah...you could, I guess. It's easier
just going behind the entrance corridor." Greg thought for a moment.
There was a familiar three beeps that indicated there
was still an hour left of Quiet Time before we were locked back into our
"...how longs the doctor gonna be?" I asked.
"I dunno...he's always late here. He must get lost."
Greg laughed.
"Does shit happen often?" I preteens fuck dog
"Nah, not usually. Unless Tatts bashes someone."
Patrick pointed out.
"...sorry, who's Tatts?" I asked.
"Tautoru...um...I don't know his last name. He was here
before." Greg said. I just stared blankly.
"You called him a cunt." Patrick laughed.
I laughed.
"Oh! Him! Yeah, he was a cunt to you guys." I agreed.
"That's Tatts...like...he's alright once he gets used to
you...he just doesn't like new people I don't think." Greg said.
"He looked about 12? How longs he been in here?" I
"He's our age, like 16 whatever..." Patrick said.
"He's pretty ripped, oh you didn't see, usually he
gets around with his gear off. He's a little poser." Greg said.
"I got that vibe from him, yeah." I agreed.
"He gets hell angry if he doesn't win or gets caught
out on shit and stuff." Patrick explained.
"So, real nn preteen usually, yeah, we end having to get Miller down
here with the stretcher and stuff, so..." Greg trailed off.
"...fair enough." I nodded, still intrigued by Tautoru,
and kinda annoyed I missed him half naked. I felt my dick shudder.
"He's probably up the Gym Block now actually." Greg
"Who? Tatts?" I asked.
"Yeah, he's always there. Or here." Greg pointed out.
"Or the other place." Patrick laughed.
"Gross." Greg laughed.
"Other place?" I asked.
"Don't worry about it dude, it's only for
the...oh...like...you know..." Greg gradually stopped.
"...the?" I laughed.
"Kane would like it, if you get what we mean."
Patrick added.
I knew what they meant, and instantly wanted to know
where it was.
"Gay shit?" I asked.
"Yeah...Don't need that shit, fuck, this place is
fucked enough as it is." Patrick whined.
"They need a fucking pussy room, is what they need,
like, go in, interracial nude preteen there's a chick with her legs spread, give her one and go.
That'd be fucking sweet!" Greg imagined.
"Fuck yeah mate, I reckon! Would love that!" Patrick
There was silence.
"...Yeah!" I said strangely.
"Oh, that hot nurse might preteen photo zone
be up there tonight man?!"
Patrick wondered, excitedly.
"Fuck yeah! Get her to blow you!" Greg insisted.
"I will hey, be like `oi bitch, suck this'..." Patrick
"You get toey in here man?" Greg asked me.
I stared.
"Oh, fuck yeah, yeah, always batting off in the
shower and shit hey." I agreed.
"Same, it's fucked. But I tell ya, a Pussy Room.
That's what we need." Greg persisted. I laughed and stood up slowly.
"Oh that note boys, I'm off hey...might hit the gym, no
ones there in the last hour..." I said.
Greg stood up too and knocked knuckles with me,
Patrick reached his working arm up awkwardly and shook my head.
"Good to meet ya bro." Greg said, sincerely.
"You too mate, it was cool. I'll see you back here
whenever next Ball is organized." I said.
"Awesome!...oh, Pat won't be here." Greg laughed.
"Fuck preteens model porno off, I can watch!" Patrick grumbled.
"Cool, so, yeah talk to you soon hey." I said,
walking away preteen anime cartoons
The boys nodded, Greg cracked his knuckles.
"Oh, fuck, shit, before I forget, which way are you
going?" Greg asked.
"Um...oh, not sure? I came down from the Entrance
Corridors? The guard let me in..." I trailed off.
"Oh, easy, yeah, just when you get back to the sorta
ruined hallway, turn right, not left." preteen amber model Greg said, emphatically.
"Lefts where the Poofter Party is." Patrick said.
"Poofter Party?" I laughed.
"Yeah, nah, in the old offices, just don't go near
there. Turn right and you'll be right..." Greg stopped, and laughed. My
balls churned in my Prison Pants and I smirked.
"Will do boys. Have a good one!" I said.
They laughed.
"See ya bro." Greg said.
I girls preteens models started out the thai preteen love
broken doors and could hear them
talking. I heard Patrick say preteen footjob pics I was Cool so that was alright haha. Their
attitude towards bloke on bloke action was warped, but I never did end
up having any problems with them preteens sexo com
the whole time I was there, I still
consider them mates.
I made my way down the half collapsed hallway, the
flickering, humming lights lead me along until I reached the crossroads
of a "Poofter Party" to my left or the way to the gym on my right...so I
went left haha.
The hallway turned into a small corridor of doors,
each room was filled with piles of dusty desks. It would have been scary
if I was in a horror movie, though I knew I was the only person there.
At the end of that corridor were preteen cum party
two doors, though the one on the right
was smashed inwards by debris. And I mean actual debris, like broken
concrete, a shard of glass, a giant steel canister and some pipes.
On the left side, however, was an open hallway
leading to a large foyer. I moved slowly towards it, noticing that it
looked like the office at my high school. There was a large partition
with a desk behind it, covered in dust, some chairs were on either side
of the entrance. The weirdest part was all the windows had bricked walls
behind them, like the rooms had been tripped inside a wall.
On the right was a smashed glass door hanging from a
long broken wooden frame. Inside was another desk and more piles of
dusty furniture, a name in gold lettering was written on the door but
the layer of dust made it hard to read.
Another door was on the left side of the office, it
was also angel preteens pics
detached and hanging from it's hinges, though the floor was
different in that room, preteens russian nude
it was small green and grey chequered tile,
there was a sink, it was a bathroom. A light from inside, and my dick,
lead me deeper into the room on the left.
There was a dry wall urinal and two dark stalls, one
of which had closed doors. All I could smell was the wafting dust that
lingered everywhere, even preteen forum photos in the dull light I could see the thick
particles floating around.
The second thing I noticed, preteens models private
which was more exciting,
were bare feet under the locked stall door. I was kinda nervous, but
found myself getting hornier with each step, my dick slid around my
sweaty Prison Pants, I could feel it stiffening as I walked closer to
the stalls.
"...um...hey?" I preteen pic 9yo
found myself asking.
The feet moved slowly.
"...Greenhall?" the voice asked.
I stood for a moment.
"...Oh...ah...nah?...hey I..." my mind raced. "...was gonna have
a piss...didn`t know, like, anyone was in here...soz..."
The feet didn't move that time and there was a moment
of silence. I preteen peer pressure
moved closer to the open stall, cautiously, though I
didn't feel threatened, it was still a bit weird.
I stood at the door of the stall, looking down at the
long broken toilet, even if I did pee into it, it wouldn't go anywhere.
The budding preteen girls
odd thing about the stall wasn't that the toilet was useless, it was
the gaping, broken hole in the side of it which lead into the other
A glory hole. In my head I laughed. I met a good mate
of mine this way...but that's another story...
"...did you want to see mine first?" the feet asked.
I stood silently again for a moment.
"...sorry, what?..." I asked, turning my head towards the
"...My...dick...did...you want to see it first?" The voice
stammered in the next stall. I felt my own dick stir in my 3d preteen videos
warm, sweat
drenched Prison Pants. I heard horney little preteens the voice take a nervous breath.
"...that's cool, yeah, if you want..." I said, coolly.
I heard a shuffling and the drag of underwear elastic
as it slid down hairy thighs. Then, through the gaping glory hole, a
dark and slender brown dick emerged. The head was pink, shiny and wet
from pre-cum, bushy black preteen japan bbs pubes trickled around the base ppreteen non nude
of his shaft.
It was about 6 or 7 inches, not too thick. It quickly disappeared. I
took a breath.
"...nice mate." I eventually said, watching my sweaty
Prison Pants tent up instantly.
"...can I see yours?" the voice asked.
I smirked.
"...yeah mate, give me a sec." I said, nicely.
I made my way into the stall and lowered myself
slowly. I took another nervous breath and ran my fingers through my
sloppy, sweaty hair. My hoodie, and the fact that I was horny, had made
me sweat.
I flicked down my Prison Pants, watching my dick
rocket out, the waist band settled just under my balls. I slowly guided
my cock into the gaping hole in the wall and heard a slight gasp.
"...Fuck...hot mate." The voice said.
I laughed.
"Thanks. Yours is too...Hot, I mean." I stammered,
nervous for some reason.
The smell of the dusty tiles was over powered by a
waft of my sweaty pubes. I hated when I could smell my own man scent, if
you know what I mean, there was just something about it. If I was
blowing a guy and could smell his man scent, I'd bar up instantly, but
smelling my own was horrible to me.
"...Soz, my balls reek, hey" I apologised.
I suddenly felt warm lips preteen asian nudes wrap around the head of my
dick, sucking on it slowly, tasting my sweat. I groaned aloud and the
lips slid off instantly.
"...Did you want me to stop?" The muffled voice asked.
"Fuck no man, do whatever you want...felt awesome..." I
yelled slightly.
I felt preteens sex pedo his tongue slid down the side of my dick,
nudging over the bumps of my stiff veins. He licked down the nude preteen lo other side,
taking loud, satisfied breaths preteens models little with each wet stroke. He ate the head of
my dick again, sucking harder this time, his fingers slid nervously
around my shaft and he pulled. I slammed my hands against the ls preteens bbs stall wall
and dropped my head back to stare at the sky. I groaned loudly once
more. I gripped the dusty top of the stall.
"That's so good man, fuck!" I groaned.
His warm hand gripped my shaft tightly, the head of
my dick throbbed hard. He lightly flicked his tongue across the slit,
slurping at the pre-cum that dripped out. The sight of his dick flashed
into my mind and my mouth watered.
"Dude...dude..." I panted, he had half of my models childs preteen dick part
way down his throat.
"...wha?.." He asked.
"...let me suck yours hey" funny preteen pics
I moaned.
I felt my wet preteen bbs nymphets cock slop from his lips and I ripped
off my Prison Pants as quick as I could. I threw them onto the dirty
toilet and dropped to my knees. I squinted into the glory hole and saw
his brown cock in preteen cat models full, hidden amongst a bush of black pubes. He had a
massive tribal tattoo covering his right thigh, it looked kinder preteen sex
awesome. I
tried to look up to see his face, and was greeted by his heaving, hairy
brown abs as they pressed closer to the wall, his dick practically preteen girl face poked
me in the face.
I slid my hand down and preteen lollita started beating off, my cock
still wet from his mouth. My head was pissing out pre-cum like I had
never seen before, even when I'd beat off in my cell.
His cock head slid across my lips, scraping at the
stubble on my top lip, bumping my nose slightly, wetting it with preteen hairles mounds his
juice. I kissed it playfully before eating the entire head at young nasty preteen
sucking as hard as I could, keeping it in place with my preteen underwaer lips while my
tongue darted and tasted every inch of his shiny tip.
I kept beating off, my dick slopping in and out of my
hand quickly, while I gripped his shaft lightly with a few fingers of my
free hand. I started pulling slowly while I tasted his cock. I could
feel his hips slowly move back and forth as he began to face fuck me
Then, with a violent jerk, he ripped his dick from my
mouth as a slap of sprog shot from his shiny, pink knob. It dribbled
from my lips and bridged to his dick as I watched him convulse. Squirt
after squirt covered my hoodie, my unshaven chin, a bit went in my hair,
I could hear him groaning in ecstasy, I was tugging wildly on my cock
but knew I wouldn't shoot.
I heard loud shuffling and the lock of the cubicle
door snap open. I watched as his feet bolted from the stall and past my
door. I got a glimpse of the back of his shaved brown head, his muscled
back. As I tumbled back to get a better look, I only saw him disappear
out the door and back up the hallway.
There was a moment of silence, I couldn't hear his
footsteps anymore. I let myself fallback against the wall and settle on
my backside, dripping with sweat, covered in warm beat boy juice. I
pulled off my sticky hoodie and tossed it next to my Prison Pants, and
was sitting naked, in the distance I heard the End Of Quiet Time Horn
and groaned aloud...
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