His eyebrows were bushy and thick; he would peer down at me, as he would examine my young body. He always wore a white lab coat; he carried a stethosc...pe in the pocket.His cold, and unfeeling middle aged nurse led me back to the exam room. I was thirteen years old at the time, aroused by girls, never by other males until I was on his exam table, with my white, cotton briefs pulled down, his hands on my young cock. I was told to strip down to my jeans and briefs, and sit up on the table. I. Then, when his family had been punished yet again for their failure to perform well in the sex games contest, he underwent yet another attitude adjustment. Bobbie Boy had knelt naked and allowed the masters to not only feel up his wife and daughter, but to handle his cock and balls as if they owned then. The three gay masters he’d been forced to pick up in the lounge showed him no mercy because they were determined to destroy his fabled masculinity.The first one had lost no time in getting his. I looked over at her and smiled. She smiled back. We met on the street outside her unit. Hand in hand, we walked to the complex entrance.“Good morning, Sandy. You’re a pleasant sight again today.”“Thank you, Jack. Good morning to you.”We got to the entrance and began to run easily toward the park. I let her take the lead following her down a path. When we stopped to walk, we would hold hands as we walked or just look at scenery with our arms around the other’s waist. Our time together was. I met Sally one night I was walking home from training , Frank was in Manchester for a conference.She pulled up in her car and offered me a lift, it was raining so I got in.We was going along talking about the way thing was going for her , she and her boyfriend had split up ,she had moved in with a girlfriend for a few weeks, and had only just got the keys for her new flat. I was pleased for her , we pulled into my road and she asked if I could help her on Saturday to get her stuff from her.