Ok, first thing, I need to give some important context of myself, cause this was long time ago; I'm in a very happy spot of my life, I'm in a closed ...nd happy relationship and not looking for nothing but friends, so thanks in advance.You see, I was born in a really conservative district, in a reaaally conservative family. Being gay wasn't something "bad", it wasn't a thing at all, not a single one was gay (or at least doors out) in my neighbourhood, so I didn't knew that was even possible to. ." we pulled a struggling Lisa over the landing and into the bathroom. The toilet seat was closed and I sat on it; just the top button of my jeans buttoned; my flaccid cock still drooping from my fly. "Damn you, Larry! I'm bursting for a pee - move, will you - I'm desperate"! I smiled up at her and shook my head as she pushed both hands into her groin. She chewed her lip as she squirmed and pushed her smeared glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Please, Larry - I'm bursting"! Louise gently. My short doctor’s jacket concealed that fact from my patients but, for some reason, I didn’t bother putting my jacket on that Friday afternoon. Five minutes later, a guy that could have been a fullback for the Green Bay Packard’s walked into my office. “Hi. Have a seat. What’s the problem?” He settled in the chair opposite my desk, his eyes looking at a spot between his feet. He started to blush furiously. “I have blood in my….When I…I thing that I have blood in my…When I mas…” He was. I was looking forward to learning this new trick on my board. I slung by backpack over my shoulder, and I was about to take off when I heard someone call my name. Someone who’s voice I didn’t recognize. “Led!” Yeah, okay, maybe my name has something to do with why I’m at the bottom of the food chain here. That combined with my jet-black hair that’s always in my eyes makes it LOOK like I’m in the 80s. So I turned around, my Almost board under my arm, and Def Leppard shirt on my back. .