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In Phantom Traveler, Dean's cell phone number is given: 1-866-907-3235, and is of now not active.

In fact, that was when he started to act like my best buddy. Jesus, they never thought in a million years you would actually do such a fucking perverted thing." I wanted to cry. I woke again with Jake whispering in my ear and pushing the bottle further up my ass. I'm going to ram my dick so far up her cobweb-filled cunt that she becomes addicted to it. "Phil, this is Karl, our new student." "KYLE, MY NAME IS KYLE! It's just that I am pretty upset." "He claims some of the boys sexually molested him during a team initiation." "Good Grief, that's a pretty serious accusation, young man.

Jake invited me to watch sports shows on TV at his house, and I thought I had made a new best friend. I'm going to make her crawl for my cock just like you." I tried to hit him or something, but my body just would not work. The next time I woke, I was in my bed on my stomach with the bottle still up my ass. She was a bit exhausted after I got through fingering her pussy. "Well, you gonna leave that bottle up your ass all day, or you want me to help you get it out? " "No need to shout, young man, we're not deaf," Mr.

It looks to be a Blackberry slider, like the Black Berry Torch 9800.

In Season 11 Dean has upgraded to an Apple i Phone.

In 7.17 The Born-Again Identity Dean's phone number is 785-555-0128.

In 9.02 Devil May Care Kevin answers what is supposedly Dean's previous phone, which he retrieves from a box of spare phones.

As of 6.14 Mannequin 3: The Reckoning, Dean owned a Nokia N78.

The display image seems to be of his legs up on a table.

Then, when I felt I had gotten in really good with Jake and a bunch of the seniors they lowered the boom on me. I was glad my ass was covered by the bedsheet so she couldn't see the beer bottle turning it into a pussy. He says he tried to stop you from giving the boys beer as it's against the sports code of the school, but you insisted. I knew she was lonely and all, and worked all the time, but shit, she was thirty-five, and he was eighteen. He put you to bed and said you’re not to move until morning." I knew what that meant. "He locked his keys in his car, dear boy, so I am going to drive him home. You get some rest." I wanted to scream at her not fall for Jake. I felt confident I would need a doctor at the very least and probably a trip to the hospital. Jake was standing next to my bed kicking my naked body with his hiking boot. I stood there, my legs at an awkward angle, my ass out, my breathing ragged from the pain of moving with a bottle up my ass. I'll help pull it out." I stood bent over, hands on knees, naked in front of the star school jock and tried to shit a beer bottle out of my ass. "You better shit it out Kyle, or I'm going to have to take you to the emergency room and what will they think of our little faggot then, huh?

It happened one day after swim practice when Jake asked to have a chat with me. We still both wore our speedos, and I couldn't help but notice, as I had noticed countless times, how much Jake bulged out in the front of his swimsuit. Part of me wanted to ask her help in pulling it out as the pain was unbearable, but I didn't have the guts to do that. Kyle, this is not the way to make friends." While she spoke, she stroked my head lovingly. The humiliation of such a visit would be as bad as the pain itself. How many fifteen-year-old boys have has such things happen to them, I wonder? A fifteen-year-old twerp who likes to fuck himself with beer bottles. I don't want anyone else to know." "Actually, it’s for your protection as well as my own.

I am an only child, and I am alone a lot, as my Mom has to travel for her job. Times are different, and kids fuck much younger now. It didn't take long before he shot gobs and gobs of jock spunk down into my stomach. I struggled to my feet to stand bent over as my gut wrenched with pain, stomach cramps shooting through me, and my ass feeling stretched and torn. There I was jogging in place bare-ass naked with my balls and dick flopping around and a beer bottle shoved up my ass.