" Oh. So what kind of doctor did I see?" I don't know. Probably a general practitioner or what they call a GP. That's a doctor who knows a little abou... everything. These days, they find out what's wrong with you and then send you to a specialist. If you have something wrong with your stomach, they send you to a doctor who works on stomachs. And there are heart doctors and lung doctors and all kinds of doctors. Your mother saw a cancer specialist but she hadn't found the cancer early enough and. I had to seriously contemplate the possibilities that the incident between Jason and I had awaken the ‘bi-sexual’ side of me that was formerly buried deep within my sub-consciousness. It wasn’t long before we’d chat on YaHoo’s Messenger about more things than bikes, cars and the weather. While it was strange to have a discussion about homosexual desires with a male friend, it was also refreshing to be able to talk about our mutual curiosities and soon we broached the taboo subject that we’d. He felt my cock pressing against his ass. And his angry look turned to a smirk. "Do you like that?" he asked as I told him no. He started to grind his cock on me and his ass all over my cock and I tried my best to not get hard, but it happened. I was rock hard with him on top of me. I laid there eyes closed trying not to look at him because that was all I could do, he had my hands pinned down as he was doing all that. He started moaning as he continued to grind on me, and after a minute or two. The décor was a bit flowery for Marcy’s taste but then she wouldn’t get see much of it anyway so what did it matter? Tom was straight into his bag and extracting the underwear he had bought for her. “Put these on,” he commanded. “Hold your horses, lover boy,” Marcy replied. “I’m going to have a shower first. Maybe you should do the same.” A look of irritation passed over Tom’s face. “Well, make it quick,” he demanded. “I’m desperate for you, babe.” Marcy turned and entered the bathroom.