I was only nine years old. I loved /out/ man so much, I had all the merchandise and movies. I'd pray to /out/ man every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "/out/ man is love", I would say, "/out/ man is life". My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of /out/ man. 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 /out/ man. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my trail". He grabs me with his powerful hiker hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for /out/ man. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for /out/ man. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please /out/ man. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. /out/ man looks him straight in the eye, and says, "It's all trekk now". /out/ man leaves through my window. /out/ man is love. /out/ man is life.
