Ouagadougou, 27 septembre 2024). Le Président du Faso, Chef de l’Etat, le Capitaine Ibrahim TRAORE a reçu, en audience ce vendredi matin, une délégation des organisateurs de la première édition de l’université d’été des jeunes des pays membres de la Confédération de l’Alliance des États du Sahel (AES).
Conduite par les ministres en charge de la Jeunesse et des Sports du Burkina Faso, du Mali et du Niger, la délégation a fait le point des travaux au Capitaine Ibrahim TRAORE et recueilli ses orientations.
Selon le ministre de la Jeunesse et des Sports chargé de l’Instruction civique et de la Construction citoyenne du Mali, Abdoul Kassim Ibrahim FOMBA, porte-parole de la délégation, cette première édition de l’université d’été des jeunes de l’AES, organisée par les structures de volontariat des trois pays, a été une occasion de sonner la mobilisation et susciter plus d’engagement chez les jeunes de l’espace AES autour de la question du volontariat.
Au cours de l’audience, le Chef de l’Etat a prodigué des conseils et donné des orientations aux organisateurs. « Le Président du Faso a d’abord rappelé l’importance de la jeunesse dans le cadre de la mission qui est assignée à chacun de nos départements, surtout dans les grands défis de nos pays », a indiqué le porte-parole.
A cette occasion, le Capitaine Ibrahim TRAORE a aussi appelé à un engagement volontaire des jeunes des trois Etats membres de l’AES. « Nous avons besoin d’une jeunesse qui est présente, une jeunesse engagée et qui apporte des changements, des solutions. Dans ce cadre, le rôle du volontariat est important », a souligné le ministre malien en charge de la Jeunesse et des Sports.
Selon le ministre FOMBA, le Président Ibrahim TRAORE a invité les jeunes de l’AES à avoir un esprit de discernement et à se départir des messages de manipulation propagés sur les réseaux sociaux par des acteurs qui veulent déstabiliser nos Etats.
Aux cours des travaux de l’université d’été, les trois pays ont décidé de capitaliser les acquis et les expériences en matière de jeunesse et de volontariat. A travers une motion, les participants ont apporté leur soutien ferme au Président du Faso.
La première édition de l’université d’été des jeunes de l’AES s’est tenue du 25 au 27 septembre 2024 à Ziniaré dans la région du Plateau central.
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“What…huh…what, dad?” He asks, puzzled by the question from his dad. As his cock is mere inches from his dad’s face. I used my teeth to strip off daddy’s black sheer socks. I placed them in my mouth and washed them with my saliva. I swallowed every single sweat and stink from these socks. It takes so well. I rolled them into a ball and stuck them into my jockstrap where my small dick and balls were.
“What are you now, son?” His dad takes a seat upon the closed commode lid.
Garrett nods his head as he wraps the jock over his head, and takes a hearty breathe of the pouch placed over his nose. His dad’s cock does not curve like that of his son, it angles like a fishing rod looking for fish under rushing river waters, from the deep furry patch between the father’s legs.
Garrett resumes the fondling of his cock while he takes long drawn-out whiffs from his sweat, piss and cum stained jockstrap. “Let me get in there, Garrett.” His father says, as his son steps aside so he can get into the shower enclosure.
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“Yeah. Yessir. Dad.” Garrett mutters. “Dad! Dad!” His son says in a straining voice. “Release me?”
“Stoke it, boy! Stroke it! Stroke that beautiful cock!” His father demands as his own cock draws on the wet interior of the glass enclosure shower. “Pound it harder, boy! Pound it harder!” His father’s words are what he hears when he erupts. His cum streaming like liquid threads from the pee-hole of his rigid cock.
“Then, what is this, father.” He says as he wrestles his cock in a fierce grip and squeezes it like he is fighting against a serpent unleashed from its coil. His bare ass melts to the lid of the toilet bowl. He sweats from the steam and the exertions from his continued pounding of the fierceness of his cock. He wiggles as his ass opens, squeaking on the plastic surface of the thrown lid, as he takes whiffs from the cum soaked pouch of the jock that covers his face.
“What…huh…what, dad?” He asks, puzzled by the question from his dad. As his cock is mere inches from his dad’s face. “What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks.
He does not say anything in response to his father as his cock continues pulsing and jumping as the blood engorges his youthful cock more. And more. Garrett nods his head as he wraps the jock over his head, and takes a hearty breathe of the pouch placed over his nose.
Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat. Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat.
“What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks. “Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock.
His dad’s cock does not curve like that of his son, it angles like a fishing rod looking for fish under rushing river waters, from the deep furry patch between the father’s legs. “Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad.
“Back in the day, back before we turned into a modern society, a man would grab another man’s balls and swear an oath on them in his hand and state his words to be true. To be a friend” His father says. “Do you know what I mean, son?” “What are ya now, by the way?”
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