/soy/ - Soyjaks

I was eighteen years old. I loved Quote so much, I had all the merchandise. I'd pray to Quote every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Quote is love", I would say," Quote is life". My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Quote. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Quote. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my board". He grabs me with his powerfull pink hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Quote. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Quote. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Quote. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Quote looks him straight in the eye, and says, "It's Quotey now".Quote leaves through my window. Quote is love. Quote is life.