Measuring Day

By dedburdie.       OK, class, quiet! As you all know, today is a very special day. Some of you have been looking forward to it, others dreaded it like the worst nightmare. Yeah, Billy, looking at you. Well, I shouldn’t assume, but you know, experience shows. We shall see soon. Where was I? Yes, today is the day we measure the boys and, based on the results, assign them their respective roles. Look at Jim, grinning from ear

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Boy Clit (Gay SPH)

By SPH Sub. I was at a party in an affluent part of Inner West London thrown by my friend Ophelia, who I’d met ten years earlier at the University. Like me, aged twenty-nine, most of the people here were in their late twenties. We were drinking gin, having minor squabbles over whose Spotify playlist to use, chatting pseudo-highbrow bullshit – the usual party stuff. But a couple of hours ago, a boy walked in who I’d not seen before.

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