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I was only 9 years old. I loved Mort Goldman so much. I had all the merchandise and movies. I prayed to Mort every night before bed, thanking him for the life I’ve been given.
“Mort Goldman is love,” I’d say. “Mort Goldman is life.”
My dad hears me and calls me a “faggot”. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Mort. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep.
I’m crying now and my face hurts. A warmth is moving towards me.
It’s Mort. I am so happy.
He whispers in my ear...
“This is my pharmacy...”
He grabs me with his powerful Jew hands and puts me on my hands and knees.
I’m ready.
I spread my ass cheeks for Mort, as he penetrates me with his big dick. It hurts so much, but I do it for Mort. He then let out a mighty “Oh god...” as he ejected his beautiful Jewish honey into my anus.
Suddenly, my dad walks in and is in shock at what he’s seeing. Mort stares at him and says, “It’s never over...”. He then flew out my window... into the dark night sky filled with stars and a bright moon.
Mort Goldman is Love, Mort Goldman is Life...