I was only nine years old, I loved Omar so much. I pray to Omar each night. "Omar is love" I say, "Omar is life." My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Omar. I called him a cunt. He hits mand sends me to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm... It's Omar! I was so happy. He whispers in my ear, "this is my server." He grabs me with his stubby hands and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm ready. I spread my ass cheeks for Omar. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much., but I do it for Omar. He roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Omar looks him straight in the eye and says. "It's all Omar now." Omar leaves through my window. Omar is love. Omar is life.
