Does this cock ring make me look fat?

I was looking through some old snapshots and polaroids of my days at Wartburg the other night...good times. God, how I remember the panty raids, the ambiguity of the budding sexuality that was spread out before me like a potluck full of fresh hot dish...the crest of my manhood cleaving through the unexplored waters of Northern-European fertility.

...That's when I first started playing Fireman...you know, "House on fire! Put it out! Put it out!"




And no, I certainly wasn't hard on the Beaver last night.