His way of telling her she was his now. Suddenly he tore his eyes away and down to her lips. He pressed against them, molding his own lips to hers. Sh... could taste every part of him and it tasted better than she could have thought possible. Better than chocolate mousse that melted in your mouth. Better than rich, cheese fondue that lingered for hours. Her lips parted against his; half in shock and half in desire. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue in between her lips, making sure to. This is writing on the story of a doctor who took care of the itching of a guy, and through it gave him a nice hand job. Your comments and feedback are welcome.It is been just few weeks since I came to this big city. I got a job in the outskirts of this city and I grabbed that opportunity and came here. I needed this job to stand on my own foot and be of fewer burdens to my family. I barely completed my high school when I embarked upon this journey. Within the past few weeks I got familiar. "Alright, what gives?" Stacy yelled out over the din."He's queer!" One of the girls snapped out. "I thought all the queers did NiS in the same week!" It was true — out students were allowed to defer their NiS participation to the last week of school."Well, even if he is," which she highly doubted, "it doesn't matter. Why do you think that?" He doesn't like girls!" Yeah! We all tried to get a piece while we were in the shower but he was as limp as a dead fish." I even blew him and he never even. I watched her everyday after that even more so than the past few years, I learned everything. Her work schedule, sleeping schedule and what affected each and every task she completed everyday of the week. I don't know how long that period was, after she rejected me, a week. A month, a year, non the less the day came like a gun shot, quick loud and powerful, when I knew that the time to confess my love to her was upon my. There was something magic about this day that made it different from every.