Stevie and his Therapist

Stevie had been having minor issues all his life when it came to sex, but it wasn’t until recently that his girlfriend persuaded him to seek help. He agreed, not because he felt he was starting to really go off the rails, it was just that he had all these questions. Searching on line did nothing but send him down a rabbit hole of sexual sites. And it seemed no one could really give him the answers. He felt like he was missing something, and it put him on edge.

He liked weight training and tried hitting the weights even harder to see if he could release the tension. Then, found himself hitting bars on his way home from work or the gym that he would never have gone into. He wasn’t much of a drinker. Maybe a glass of red wine when he got home from work, or an imported beer every once in a blue moon, but it was the type of bars that were the issue. Some were gay bars; others were bondage or S and M bars. He knew he was searching for something.

Maybe a therapist could help.

Stevie had several lovers of different variety throughout his life. His current girl friend knew this and laughed when she said he was a latent bi-sexual male. Unbeknownst to her, lately, he had been experimenting trying to figure out his sexuality. This had led him to Alan, who he now seemed to be in a once a week hookup faze with.

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The first meeting with Alan:

Stevie had met Alan through an online ad and after so many flaky people who seemed to ghost him or ask for more and more pictures; Alan was different and got right down to business. His profile was concise and to the point. It read: White, Top, 51 YO, 165 lb. male, fully vaccinated, on PREP, with a big cut dick, ISO a sub bottom to fuck and dominate.

Alan greeted Stevie at his side door, which was really the garage side door that Alan had made into an apartment so he could live at his mom’s without too much intrusion from the old woman. Stevie was a bit nervous and asked to use the bathroom. The older man sighed and told him he’d have to use his mom’s toilet in the house since he didn’t have one in his place and gave him directions to the bathroom.

Upon going back into Alan’s living quarters, Alan was sitting on his couch and had shimmied out of his cargo shorts and briefs and had started stroking his cock.

Alan fit his profile, and he wasn’t lying about his dick size. It looked pretty big, maybe about 8 inches long and really thick. He stroked it looking in Stevie’s direction with an inviting smile.

Stevie sat down in an armchair opposite Alan and stared at him looking slightly embarrassed then down at Alan’s dick which was getting bigger and harder. Alan said to him, “Hey Buddy why don’t you come sit over here and suck on this baby a while?”

Stevie had very little experience in gay sex but lately he had been watching a lot of gay and bi porn so he got down on his knees and grabbed Alan’s cock and brought it up to his mouth.

Maybe it was his nerves or maybe it was just doing something so different, his mouth grew way dry. He leaned back and grabbed the large Fosters can that he had brought with him, opened it up, and swigged a bit. 

“There you go son, have some liquid courage,” Alan said to him.

Stevie grabbed hold of Alan’s cock again. A drop of precum bubbled out of the end and Stevie casually licked it up, then he stuck the thick engorged mushroom tip to his lips smelling it’s earthy like fragrance of sweat, piss and sex. He put the monster in his mouth and started to suck on the mushroom head a bit, tasting all its glory.

Alan grabbed Stevie’s head guiding his dick down further into Stevie’s mouth. Stevie was so green he didn’t know anything about gag reflexes or how to give a proper blow job. He choked on the man meat and pulled it out of his mouth. But he kept trying. Spit started to slip out of the side of his mouth and ran down Alan’s legs.

“Hey watch the teeth there, pretty boy”, Alan said, as Stevie tried to accommodate more of his throbbing member into his pie hole.

On his knees in front of this older man, Alan was very quick to let Stevie know that although Stevie was kind of muscled up and bigger than him, Alan was in charge and after all, Stevie was sucking his dick.

 “You are my Bitch, Pretty Boy; I think you need to suck on my cock a bit more before I fuck your tight little hiney.”

Alan kept one of his hands on the back of Stevie’s head and every so often would force his head down pushing more of his cock into Stevie’s throat. When Stevie gagged, Alan would laugh. After this happened 7 or 8 times, Stevie started thinking maybe this guy is fucked up or on something. He couldn’t be getting off to this, could he?

Apparently, Alan was all about how he could gag his bottom, he knew he had a big dick and maybe what he was doing reinforced this. After a while, Alan told Stevie to get on the bed and take off his clothes. When Stevie sat down Alan grabbed his ankles and twisted them so Stevie turned over with his ass face up. Alan grabbed Stevie by the hips and pulled him up so his ass was in the air.

“Nice cute little ass there muscle boy,” Alan said, “Looks like it’s nice and tight.”

Alan buried his mouth into Stevie’s bottom.

Stevie wasn’t entirely new to having his ass eaten out. Long ago, his old Japanese girl friend used to like to toss his salad and even fuck him with a strap on. Probably another thing he could talk over if he went to a therapist.

Alan had no problem eating ass and was quite good at it. He went to town on Stevie’s bottom hole like it was feeding time at the last open Hardy’s in Tennessee.  Stevie was completely blown away by how good it felt. He was in total bliss and couldn’t believe how loud he heard himself moaning. At one point, Alan stopped munching his pink hole and leaned over onto Stevie, whispering in his ear, “I like it Baby, all my neighbors now know I’m making you my bitch.”

After about twenty minutes, Alan stood up and wrapped his cock with a rubber, then lubed up. He knelt back down in back of Stevie sliding his engorged cock-up Stevie's ass crack searching for his hole. The tip of his dick slid into Stevie’s ass pretty easily but then Alan stopped when it was only about 2 inches into him.

“Hold on, my pretty little slut. I’m going to let you get used to my cock. It’s only a bit bigger than most guys but I do need to open up your cunt so we can have a good time, and you better believe this fuck stick is going all the way up into your boy pussy.”

It was a sweaty ten minutes or more before Alan was balls deep inside of Stevie.

He started off slowly like a gentle passionate lover and when he knew Stevie was fully opened up and used to his large size he turned into a thrusting machine like some kind of gay demon, hammering into his hole hard making slapping noises while the bed creaked underneath of them.

They fucked for what Stevie thought was an hour or more, switching into a number of positions. At one point Alan even pulled his cock out of Stevie’s upturned ass, pulled the rubber off and then stuck his dick back into Stevie’s mouth.

Stevie didn’t really care; he seemed to be taking the dominating fuck date in stride. Fact of the matter was he wanted to see how far Alan would push him. He wanted to experience being choked too but would stop the older man if it ever came to fisting or face slapping.

He didn’t even mind when Alan slammed back into his ass without putting another condom on even though they had discussed safe sex before he got there.

Stevie couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his ass fucked and he just kept moaning like a whore in heat.

His favorite part was when he was laying on his side with one of his long legs up on Alan’s shoulder and the other between Alan’s legs. With Stevie’s legs spread so wide Alan was plowing into his ass so deep Stevie thought he could feel Alan’s cock up by his navel pushing into his stomach.

After they finished, Stevie left and hustled out to his truck to avoid any eye contact with the neighbors, thinking they’d be pointing at him knowing he was the boy slut who was making all the horrible moaning noises.

It felt like about an hour and a half had gone by, weird enough his truck clock said he’d been in Alan’s place a little under three hours.

****

“So what you’re saying Steven, is this man, Alan likes to gag you with his… manhood… as a form of foreplay because that’s his thing. And this is prior to him sodomizing you?”

Stevie looked at the therapist and shook his head slightly. “Well, that…um, but I’m thinking he just gets off on me gagging on his cock er… manhood. Listen Doc, you’re the one who wanted to know about my sexual adventures, seems like you’re kind of stuck on Alan. Remember a while ago I was telling you about how I fucked that waitress in the restaurant bathroom?”

“Never mind that instance. Freud said, sex is a prime motivator and a common denominator for all of us. Everyone struggles greatly against their sexual appetites and expression. I’m merely trying to find yours.” The therapist stood up and walked over to the small fridge. “Would you like a beer?”

“No thanks Doc.”

“Remember what I told you?”

Stevie looked down at his hands; it seemed the therapist always wanted Stevie to drink alcohol on these sessions. He even bought his favorite beer. An expensive imported stout named Dragon’s Milk.

“Here drink up Steven; this will make you feel more relaxed  and help open your mind to issues you may have forgotten.” The therapist sat the beer down in front of Stevie.

He couldn’t help it; truth be told the therapist made him nervous. Maybe it was because he promised himself, he would always tell the therapist the truth. This was the only way he would find the answers that he was looking for.

He slugged back half the pint in one gulp. “Yeah, Alan and I have been fucking around for a while but since there’s little to no sex at home with Brenda. I have to have some release. But I have also experimented with other people. It’s not all gay stuff. And I still feel like I’m looking for something. Getting fucked by Alan is probably the closest thing to feeling good that I’ve found. Shit maybe I’m gay.”

The therapist stared at Stevie hard then said, “Stevie, I think you need to end it with this Alan character. He’s no good for you and if you really look at what you’re doing, it’s more than just cheating on your girl friend. I don’t feel it’s benefiting you.”

****

The next night Stevie had a dream, in it his therapist kept telling him to take off his clothes and he would make him feel normal. His therapist stayed behind his desk and when he finally stood up he was naked from the waist down, his cock hard and veiny with an angry looking mushroom head poking out of a foreskin. It was the epitome of an alfa-male ready for sex.

****

“Stevie tell me more about this dream you had.”

He described everything he could remember and even flinched a bit when the therapist did stand up.

“Not to worry Steven, I’m wearing pants.”

“Doc, I’m not worried about the dream, but I did go over to Alan’s place to break it off and we fucked again. I figure it was OK since I told him it would be the last time.”

“Ok, Steven, the main thing is you terminated this coercive relationship. Now we can truly start fixing your issues and your psychosis can be healed. Would you like a refreshment? The therapist stood up not even waiting for Stevie’s reply.”

He handed Stevie the dark ale and Stevie downed most of it in one gulp putting the pint glass back on the table near the chair he was sitting in.

“Wow, thirsty? Hos about another? Here let me get that for you.” The therapist handed Stevie a new bottle which Stevie poured into the pint glass.

“Steven, I’d like to play a word game with you,” he said as he stood up again and came around to the front of his desk and sat on the edge directly in front of Stevie.

Stevie couldn’t help noticing that the therapist’s pants showed he had an erection.

“I’ll say a word and you say the first thing that comes into your head, understand?”

“Yeah,” Stevie said agreeing.

“Ok here we go. Car,” The therapist announced.

“Boat,” Stevie countered.

“Flower,” The therapist chimed.

“Vagina,” Stevie said flippantly.

“Banana,” The therapist said slowly.

“Ass,” Stevie leaned in.

“Hmmm… interesting. Therapist,” The therapist said shrugging his shoulders.

“The rapist” Stevie countered.

“What? Um…” The therapist stammered.

“Fuck me,” Stevie said nonchalantly.

“No hold on,” The therapist said.

“No, Push in harder!” Stevie snarled, leaning forward in his chair.

“Steven stop!” the therapist looked down at Stevie, eyebrows furrowed.

The therapist paused looking down at the floor then up at Stevie’s face, “Steven, I think you’re misinterpreting how I feel for you. Do you want to have sex with me?”

Stevie looked at the door and then the painting over the therapist’s desk and answered, “Absolutely.”

“OK… now… I’ll take my pants off.” The therapist said with a smile.