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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 It has been a very long and bitter winter. Going to school in one of the Northern states means rushing to classes on icy sidewalks, bounding over snow-covered curbs, and then landing ankle deep in gutter runoff water. I usually take my shoes off to let everything dry out during long lectures, but today is different. Today I am headed to the house of a tutor for some one-on-one lessons. This is my first year at college; and I have all of the expectations that a gay 18 year old virgin can muster. I want a good education. I want to make new friends. I want to get laid. Mr. Fulton is a local man, about thirty eight, with the kind of personality and…

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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This is the third and last of a group of three related stories: Petty Officer Pettifer Pettifer the Gay Disciplinarian Pettifer – The Warden ***** CHAPTER 1 Kevin Pettifer: Warrant Officer Kevin Pettifer, to give him his full title, stood, cane still in his hand, and looked with a sense of great personal satisfaction at the richly welted, muscular arse of the young man whom he had just finished beating who was still strapped across the punishment horse. Applying correction in the form of severe corporal punishment with a well-chosen, top quality, rattan-cane, in this case two dozen swingeing cuts, to the backside of the young delinquent, a cadet named Brian May, was part and parcel of his daily life as Chief Physical Education…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 This is my 4th installment of the story “Jenny Plays with the Big Girls”. Again, I want to thank everyone for their kind words of support and wishes for continuation. This chapter is a bit more messy than previous ones, arriving finally as we have at the golden shower scene. I must warn you that if you are turned off by this kind of literature, that you probably should not read further. For fans of my work who are not fans of golden showers, I can promise that this is the only chapter with said topic included in it. And there are still many more chapters to come. Otherwise, I do hope you please enjoy the read. “Ah, good. We’re here now,” Julie said,…

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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 My name is Ken. I live in a small town south of Dallas. It’s real conservative cause most of us have been “born again.” I’m 20 years old and I have a story that I think ya’ll will enjoy hearing. Before I start I want to make one thing clear. I ain’t no fag! I hate fags and queers. But as one of my clients likes to say “circumstances have brought me to my knees.” I’m a big guy. I’m 6’4″, weigh 240 pounds and I’m cut like a rock. I used to play football in high school. I thought it would be my ticket out of here, but two things happened. One is I tore my knee something awful my senior year. Two…