Seinen Schwanz rasierte er sich nun grundsätzlich. Nur zum Analverkehr konnte Marion ihn nicht überreden. Weil Marion sich ihrer kleinen Brüste seh... wohl bewusst war und bemerkt hatte, wie ihr Christoph auf der Straße regelmäßig Frauen mit üppiger Oberweite nachschaute, fragte sie ihn eines Tages ganz direkt, ob er mal Lust auf eine andere Frau mit dickeren Melonen hätte. Er aber lehnte das immer ab, zunächst äußerst vehement, mit der Zeit anscheinend eher pflichtbewusst. Eventuell war er aber. That's it. Not even a free meal ticket to the campus dining hall. It was a paltry amount when compared to other academic and living expenses I was burdened with. By then, I couldn't argue. I took it, and left, hoping I'd never have to deal with this again.2 -Months had gone by since that meeting, but I remained resilient and determined to stay in school here. I had taken numerous menial jobs in addition to a full course load just to pay for the basics, but still dreaded next semester's. These distances on water always fuck me up. I remember as a kid when Dessie (McNaughton) and I had tried to race across the river and back. Must have been about ten years old I guess, and it had seemed like a hell of a long way back then. Yes, must be more like fifty or sixty yards across. As I mentioned, as an artist, the river is a hard working old so and so. Today he has filled his canvas with images of the river red gums that rely on him for water and sustenance. Not that he ever paints. “Yes, sir,” grinned the pretty sissy.“I’m gonna enjoy fucking you.”“Oh yeah?”“Oh yeah,” he confirmed placing Sage’s hand on his crotch.That was all the prodding Sage needed. Immediately, he sat down his drink and pulled down Don’s pants. He extracted the already erect eight-inch tool. Don exhaled as Sage kissed the head. Then the cock sucker wrapped his lips around it and lowered his mouth along the shaft. The pre-cum was salty and the private area was musky. Sage savored it.“Damn,” Don.