Setting the Appointment

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When I was younger I was molested by my uncle Phil, the one from the Dr. Phil show. It sucked, literally. I had nightmares for weeks and I went to countless therapists to help my dirty needs, none of them wanted to help. This is when I realized, my uncle got me addicted. I eventually gave up on trying to get a therapist and moved on to dating girls. I didn't like girls. I wanted a strong, muscular man to shove his dick up my ass, but since it's only 1992 gay marriage is not legal. I tried far and wide to find a man to fulfill my horny holes, but I had no luck.
I gave up once again and decided to be single for a couple years, focusing on school and work, shoving my thoughts to the back of my mind. Soon I forgot about my urges and continued life as if nothing ever happened.
One day I was not feeling to hot, I was sick in my stomach and puking all over my roommates used condoms on the floor. I pulled out my Motorola phone and did a quick google search on nearby doctors.
"Dr. Daddy, seems promising."
I dialed the number and a deep, husky, Scottish accent answered.
"Hello? Hello?"
And suddenly, Adams pants were drenched in cum...

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