I never forgot that day. I never forgot that feeling. Yes, Gentleman Do Prefer Hanes.. So into my teen years, the surpressian, the shame, the weirdnes...s, the questions, the staring at nylons and shoes everywhere? Was I crazy? I kept looking for the right opportunity to keep on exploring but girlfriends thought I was nuts. Until there were some that liked my interest and played into it. I never wore them though. They did and, that was fine. Sexually, it worked until they started publishing. With a casual glance, it looked as if the boundary between the darkness and the forest remained constant. But when she really looked, she could tell that the darkness was getting closer, one inch at a time. It was patient in its advance. It had no need to chase her because there was nowhere they could go to escape it—they were surrounded.By the same token, she felt no compulsion to run or scream because she knew it would do her no good. So she simply continued toting the heavy load of someone. Once satisfied that I had no broken ribs Doctor M slowly removed the soaked and bloody towel from my head. He dabbed away blood and then told Mrs Holloell to get the suture kit and gauze. When she returned the doctor started closing my wound and injected some kind of pain killer in to the area. He then stitched and bandaged the wound and had me lay down to rest while he talked with my mom and Bev. Even in my dazed state I could tell that Doctor M knew he was dealing with two drunk, stoned. It felt much bigger than I thought. I felt his hairy legs against mine when he bent his knees and buried his cock in my ass in one thrust.It nearly knocked the wind out of me as he bottomed out. His balls hit mine and I let go of my ass and touched his balls, they were thick with hair and huge in my hand. I grabbed the pipes in front of me, just like the boy did. And he began forceful deliberate thrusts into me. The only sound in the restroom was the muffled sound of the merry go round music.