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How was my first time? (1st part of my 1st erotic tale #fanclub) Well, I honestly don't remember. Those children's games caused me confusion. Does it count the time that Israel called me to see the cardboard house in his backyard and we “pimbamos” without clothes? Or when Luandson locked me in the bathroom and said that I would only leave after I did with him what I did with Denilson rs. Okay, he didn't lock me up, but we were locked in the bathroom because our mothers played cards in the living room. He said to me: - Denílson told me! - What? I asked and he answered by taking the stick - What did you do to him without clothes! And I, of course, denied it, that little boy knew how to provoke a woman in the body of an effeminate boy. Oh, and this Denilson? I had already stayed too, while we were hiding playing hide and seek inside the building material. Jeferson was the older brother of 3 children. The middle one, Igor, was my age, the youngest didn't even walk yet. The year was 2007 and I arrived in a community called “beco do releixo”, at the front house I became friends with Igor, we played with my toys and in the late afternoon, Jeferson arrived from school, today I know that the energy I exhale it is a sexual energy, because that day Jeferson looked at me as if I were a bunny in a magazine and he was a young man from the 90s. There I already knew that I was going to taste it and he was going to poison me. - At my school, we play “I told you to”. He threw this at me. I was never one to fall into conversations, since I was little, it was never easy for someone to persuade me. - And how do you play? - I start asking for things and you have to obey, easy and simple - And why do I have to start with you? - Because I'm the oldest here, this is the first rule. - And what's the second? He laughed, today I keep reminiscing and laughing, how come our parents didn't notice anything? - If I order something to be done and the order is not completed, you have to pay a punishment. - And who's going so much? - Me, you and Igor. - Let's go! I accepted already waiting for naughtiness to begin. - What do you want now? - Now nothing, the game has no time, at the right time I ask you for something. My God, look at the childishness of it ... worse that I only accepted it because I had noticed his malice, Igor my God, until then I had not noticed anything. But he told me to be careful because I was afraid of his brother and he was bad. Little did he know that I was already an old monkey. Some days passed, so much that I didn't even remember it anymore, I didn't see him because I studied in the morning and he in the afternoon. At night I went with my mother to my old street. On Saturday this week I went to play with Igor and asked about Jeferson. - You're playing with the boys. The boys were the kids of his age, they played tic-tics, hide and seek, kid games that I didn't dare to play because they were soooo aggressive, especially Jeferson. I kept playing with my cars and rides, until I saw Jeferson running by, that's when he saw me, stopped and came back. - You're running away from me, right? He kept looking around constantly. - We are neighbors, there is no way that can happen. - First order: every day you have to play with Igor. Igor looked at me and I looked at him. - RIGHT! We speak simultaneously. He ran like crazy, I was aware of how the boys treated me, it's so much that I already gave several examples up there, but I wanted Jeferson to be more direct, I knew it was going to happen, but at the same time that I wanted it to happen soon, I was enjoying being "hunted". On Sunday afternoon I went to play again, not because I was being "obliged", but because I would go anyway. Igor's house, which was in front of mine, had a living room, a small kitchen that led to the bathroom and just a room with a curtain that served as a door. That Sunday the boys' father had gone out with their mother and had left Jeferson looking after the house and the boys. Jeferson, on the other hand, was not at home, he was playing with his marbles friends nearby. When I arrived I looked with my eyes for the eldest of the brothers, which, of course, I hadn't found. - He's not. Igor said. - Osh, who's not? I tried to disguise it because like: how did he know that I wanted to know about his brother? - Jeferson, I know that you don't like him and his dull jokes about bossing us around. - Ahh, no, it doesn't bother me. - If you want, I'll talk to the father. Igor did not finish his speech because his brother had arrived. - What are you going to tell dad? He was extremely aggressive. - Our Jeferson. I went in front of Igor. You don't need that, you don't even know what we were talking about. He stepped back - If the fuck says something he shouldn't, he gets beaten up. - He won't say anything, because there is nothing. Igor, brown in color, had gone white with fear. (continuation of the first part below)