Got my first guns, a .22 and 16 ga on Christmas and hunted by myself from that point on. Grew up on a very cool fruit farm. Had great dogs as my best...friends. Was 6' and 170 lbs and towered over anyone in grade school. Dominated as a pitcher, throwing very hard and nearly always a no hitter. Probably the smartest kid in my class. Selected from around the county to be included in an experimental advanced track eight grade math class in a nearby city. My parents paid a heavy tuition to get me. She became my first friend in college.I used to come very early to the college as then the trains would get crowded and even Smital started coming early like 15 minutes later I come. So conversations started and we developed a great bond. She always made a high pony with a white color hair tie or just keep them open with a clip. I was crazy about her hair. I wished daily that when would I be able to see her hair in a bun. So one day, I reached college a bit late, the lecture had already. For a minute, he felt that he might be out of options after all. Butthen a memory of that summer came into his head. Marie Andrews. She'dbeen an older woman, and she'd pretty much been in charge of the groupof New Yorkers that had gotten him out of police custody. She'd been along time activist for the Democrat party, had been part of variouscampaigns against the Bush administration but had barely gotten abreak. It was one favour that he still owed.A plan started forming in his mind. It would. I have to say there was a bit of pain but nothing I couldn't handle, slowly the cock filled me a not un pleasurable feeling. I was happy it wasn't some guy with a thick long cock with a huge head that was fucking me I don't think I would have got any pleasure out of that, but this cock I was certainly able to take. Once up to the hilt he stopped for a minute or so his hand reaching round me to grasp my rock hard cock and slowly stroke me, god what a feeling a cock deep inside me while being.