St. St. Bartholomew was a private school for perverts. I grew up in a small city, in an apartment complex next to a strip club. Many of the people who lived there were prostitutes, strippers, or sluts. As a child, it was completely ordinary for me to see perfectly naked women running around. I was their little boy. They all loved me and treated me special. When I was eleven, I lost my virginity to another eleven-year-old girl in the complex, Anna. We'd been trying to do it for years but I could never actually spurt; I guess I was too young. Anna and I kept fucking for years, and became accustomed to people walking through during our love-making sessions. We'd fuck anywhere, as soon as we got horny I would lift up her skirt and put my little cock in her pussy. I kept getting in trouble at school for fucking Anna, and eventually the principal called my Dad into a meeting. My Dad, being the owner of the strip club and apartments, was very wealthy. The principal talked to him about how I wasn't focusing in school, and how I'd whipped out my cock all the time during class. My Dad laughed. The principal suggested sending me and Anna to St. Bartholomew, where we would be free to express our feelings without breaking school policy. So, during the following summer, My Dad took me to see the campus with Anna. It was beautiful; the campus was very green, with grass and trees everywhere. As visitors, the no-clothing policy of the school was optional, but we stripped anyways. There were naked people everywhere. …and then things took a turn
