It almost became a daily habit. I then happened to meet a girl named Pinky (pet name with which I call) who is doing her final year graduation and sta...s in a hostel in Bangalore. We became good chat friends and exchanged our mobile numbers after 6 months we started chatting. We then used to talk daily for hours over phone and our relation are very positive always by then. Slowly we got close and started talking about sexual things.We then got hotter in our talks and even went to the extent of. ..'The glass of milk dropped from my hands and I heard screaming. As theroom went black, I realised the screaming was coming from me.The next thing I knew was when I woke up on the floor. I had been sickand I had covered the dressing gown with the mess.I had little idea what was going on around me. I was looking insidemyself, thinking of my mum and dad and why I didn't die with them. Iwanted them, I needed them. I was only 11 and I was alone in the world.I wouldn't hear my mothers laugh, feel. “I don’t have any girlfriends. And I am not looking.”“Playing the field,” Eddie says laughing and getting a punch in the arm from Julie. “Anyway, George, do you want to hang out Saturday?” I give him a nod. “Great, we can double date or whatever you want. Let me know.” I wish Eddie and I could have been friends a long time ago. He seems like a person that I can trust.“Double date sounds good,” Deana says as she smirks and walks off before I can complain.Eddie and Julie chuckle as they head off. Ready, one, two three."I sat there looking at the doctor and I looked down at his crotch, his pants were unzipped and open, his cock was hard and sticking out. The doctor was maybe in his late 40's or early 50's with gray hair, he was sort of pudgy but he was all man. I could see that he had a very hard cock, I sat there craving his cock, I wanted to taste his cock, and I wanted to fuck his cock. I felt hot and I was horny as hell, I remembered how talking to the doctor has helped me understand.