This will be the first of, hopefully, a successful series of partially embellished true experiences. As far as I can remember I had always wanted to be an exchange student. The closest I came to that was when a French boy came to stay with us for a few months during which my budding sexuality found a very welcome outle...Julian was 17 and was everything that I wasn't. He was taller than me, stronger than me, fairer than me, and got to travel around the world, which was something that I have always wanted to do. Now I have this attraction for fair skinned boys. And J was the whitest white boy that you had ever seen. He wasn't pasty whit...
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