“You’re right.” Logan shrugged, then raised his pistol and fired off three pellets into Max’s chest. The pellets splattered point blank into the young boy’s chest, knocking him back and sending him to the ground with a thud. “There, fixed it.” “Fucking loser.” Nelson snickered, only to be grabbed by the shoulder by the smaller Logan. anal “I’ve got some things I have to speak to you about too, Nelson.” Logan said harshly. “We’re gonna have to talk.” And with that, Logan and the older students walked away, sneering back at Max, who could only look back at them with a mix of embarrassment and fury. Now, there was no way Max was being accepted into Zeta. ••••••••••• Max turned the shower knob and immediately warm water came pouring down on his naked body. Sighing in relief, Max let his head hang as he allowed the water to wet his dirty blonde hair. His body was sore and stiff, the joints feeling like creaky wooden boards whenever he moved, and his chest still stung from the point blank shot he had taken from Logan’s practice pistol. Cursing under his breath, Max splashed some water at the porcelain wall of the showers in frustration. He should have just listened to Kyle and Haley from pussy the start. His friends were just trying to protect him, and they were right. Logan, and his entire Squadron, were nothing but bullies, and Max just couldn’t see himself as one of them, even if they somehow decided to accept him into one of five openings in the Squadron. Raising his arms to scrub his hair, Max winced as the pain in his chest reminded him not to do anything to strenuous for now. While he knew that nothing was broken or seriously injured, Max still hoped that both Logan and Nelson would be punished. He had heard that Logan had brought Nelson to big the headmaster, but General Zantar wasn’t too pleased about hearing that Logan fired his practice pistol at a first year after the exercise either. The Academy nurse had examined him and assured him that he’d be alright with some rest, but nothing could take away the shame of having been so wrong about Zeta Squadron. The pain in his chest and his sore solar plexus would just serve as a reminder of it every time he made any sudden movements. Sighing, Max looked around at the empty showers. Well, at least he had gotten the showers all to himself, since the other first years were all long gone by now. Max had never liked showering with the other boys, but every training exercise made him sweat quite a fair bit, so it was not like he had any choice. Max had never really been a shy boy before, but ever since he hit puberty, he had suddenly started becoming self ass conscious of his personal development, namely the lack of pubic hair and perceived smaller than average length between his legs. Luckily, safada Max didn’t have to worry about that now, and was able to shower freely. Just then however, loud footsteps could be heard approaching, and the doors to the showers opened noisily. “Are you kidding me? This is stupid, AND unfair!” The obnoxiously loud voice said. Without having to turn around, Max knew right away that it was Nelson, probably just coming back from the headmaster’s office after hearing whatever punishment they had thought suited for him. Without turning to look, Max continued to shower quietly. “Oh, look who we have here?” Nelson scoffed, as he hung his towel and uniform on the rack. “The crybaby who had to go complaining to the headmaster.” Please!" Rachel made light of the situation, ass modestly dismissing the praise and accolades from many of the people attending. Can you do that?” Again, Sara nodded. “Yes, yes, you would just caress my pussy as I fucked you,” I moaned, drilling hard into Ramona. My brother crawled towards Siona, his pussy-soaked cock still hard thanks to what everyone called super Viagra. To fuck me. To be my lover. I enjoyed that as much as any sex that we had ever had. I saw this cute little piece that looked like a miner complete with a pickax and wearing a miner’s hat. Agony crushed my torso. “I’m sure it’s nothing.” I brushed it to the side. The man pushed her back big onto the bed and right in front anal of her own father, the fat, hairy lech pushed his face between her legs and noisily began licking her cunt. Aunt Margie continues pussy with her announcements. We stopped answering the phone. “Maybe so. I didn't fight it even as I sucked in a deep breath. He had braided dread locks and a chiseled body of a swimmer not a hair anywhere on him. His dick wasn’t safada as long as Marshall’s, but it was smoother and thicker in my mouth.