The Singlet

Chapter 2

Holding my hands to his chest and leaning over me as close as he could without lying on top of me, Richard whispered, “I have broken every professional ethic and for that I apologize.  But I don’t apologize for wanting you.  You are the most handsome young man that I’ve ever seen.  The things I want to do to you are unspeakable, but I know what I want.  You already know this and you stayed which I take as a sign that I should continue.  It's important you understand that everything I want to do is for two reasons.  First, I genuinely want to help you get past the issues you have with older men.  And second, and I’ll be frank here, you are the young man I’ve known that was out there waiting for me.  Handsome. Taught.  Athletic.  Smart. And yes, sexy as hell.”  He glanced down to the arm covering my bulging crotch, picked it up revealing what was now an enormous wet spot on my pants, and added, “And rock hard.  I want that. And you.  All of you.”  He looked at me with raised eyebrows, cocked his head, and without saying a word, telegraphed the question: “Shall I continue?”

I looked up at him squarely in the eyes and uttered, “Yes, Sir.  Please do whatever you want to me.  I’m begging you to.”

Richard looked at the floor, looked at me, looked back at the floor, took a deep breath and then stared squarely at me and replied, “Good boy.  Get those clothes off.  I want my boy nude.”

A virile, late-50’s, handsomely greying therapist is ordering me to get nude at our first therapy session.  I should be scared, confused, even angry.  But I wasn’t.  I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.  I’d had my share of encounters with guys, but nothing came close to the electricity of this moment.  His black t-shirt was hugging his arms and chest; the veins in his biceps were popping so intensely it looked like he did 50 push-ups before I arrived.  And his pants were so tight there was no mistaking his own hard-on was urgently trying to escape his jeans.   And he just ordered me to get nude.  Was this a fantasy come true?

He backed away from the couch giving me room to stand back up and follow his order.   I was trembling with excitement.  I couldn’t believe what I was being told to do, but I already trusted him so I knew this wouldn’t end badly.  As I stood in front of him, he looked at me and asked, “Would you like me to leave while you get ready?”

Almost reflexively, I replied, “No Sir, I want you to watch me.”

“Good boy”, he answered, with just the slightest of smiles.

Hearing Richard tell me he wanted me nude was unimaginably erotic.   I didn’t know if I was more turned about getting naked while he watched me or the fact I was commanded to do it.  I only knew I wanted to be vulnerable for him.  I wanted him to admire the body I had worked on for so long to prove I was a real man.  Only now it became clear to me why I was so obsessive about my physique.  The reason was standing right next to me.  I want him to be proud of me.  I wanted his trust.

Being ordered to get nude was indescribably arousing.  This mature, imposing daddy  demanding I give myself to him.  I didn’t hesitate to comply.  First, I removed my shoes and then I slowly crossed my arms, grabbed my t-shirt from my waist and pulled it over my head, revealing my chiseled, hairless torso.  Staring directly at me, he gave me a slight nod which subtly, but powerfully conveyed, ‘continue.’  I removed my socks, and then all that was left were my pants.  I intentionally paused (relishing the erotic drama as much as he was) and then slowly unbuckled my belt and pants, allowing gravity to drop them to my ankles.  I was able to kick them off and then carefully folded them and placed them with my other clothes. 

Standing next to him in only 2xist white bikini briefs, he inspected me carefully and took note of my prominent erection and wet spot.  Neither of us spoke of it, but they were impossible to miss.  Richard looked me up and down again and gave me another brief nod which was my final signal to complete his orders.   My mind exploded wondering what would come next, but I wanted to be nude in front of him as much, or more, than he wanted me nude.   I slid down my briefs and stood before him—nude and fully erect—and awaited direction.  He said, “Before you lay down, let me fix the couch”, and he reached over to release a lever behind the back of the couch that turned it into a bed.  I hadn’t realized it was a futon all along.

“Lay down, on your back, and grab the handle above your head. I hadn’t seen it earlier but there was a chrome bar at the top of the now-bed which, which, when I laid down and grabbed it, extended my arms back and over my head, almost as if being restrained.

Now I was entirely exposed.  Naked and unprotected.   But Richard remained fully clothed.  That juxtaposition may have been the singular most erotic moment of my life.  This mature, authoritative man, fully dressed, and me, naked and vulnerable.  Richard shamelessly leered at my muscular, nearly hairless swimmer’s body.  I manscape my pubic area and the rest of me is taught and tight.  Most pronounced—no surprise—was my now 7” steel rod, pointing up at a 45-degree angle.  I didn’t know if I imagined it, but I was sure my cock was dripping precum onto my stomach like a slowly dripping faucet.    I was proud of my body, my cock, and myself for submitting to this. I feasted on Richard’s approval.

After the inspection of his conquered merchandise, he crouched down over my face and brushed his lips against mine.  With our faces nearly touching he whispered, “You’re beautiful.   I’m going to take you now but I promise to go slowly.   You need to trust me every step of the way.”

“Yes, Sir”, I whispered back.  “I trust you to do what’s best for me.”  

“Close your eyes,” he ordered and when I did he gently picked up my head and pulled something over my eyes.  I assumed it was a tie, but he used it as a blindfold.  It wasn’t overly tight or threatening, but because my world was now sightless, my other senses were erotically elevated.  He heard my startled gasp, and quietly but firmly said, “Jarod, you can trust me.”

“Yes, Sir”, I whispered again.  Now I was completely vulnerable.  Although not restrained, my arms were pulled over my head with my hands clutching the chrome bar.  My legs were flayed out and my cock was Richard’s to use as he pleased.   I couldn’t see for sure, but I’m sure the precum from my cock was flowing faster than ever.

Assuming he was still fully clothed, I heard him walk behind my head where my arms were extended.  He pulled my right hand from the chrome bar and gently massaged my hand and each of the fingers.  He repeated that with my left hand and then instructed me to re-grip the bar with both hands.  Then he leaned over me from behind me to rub my arms, underarms, and ultimately found his first prize: my nipples. Upon locating them, he pinched them simultaneously which forced my hips to buck up off the futon.  His grip was electrifying and he knew it.  Pinching them both tightly, he asked, “You like that, don’t you boy?”   I moaned back, “Yes Sir…please more Sir”, so he slowly continued to tighten his grip on both.  It was beginning to become painful, but I wanted to show him I could take it.  As if reading my mind, he asked, “Can you take it boy?   Should I keep going?”   I wasn’t sure how to answer.  The moment was so erotic I didn’t want to end.  But I wondered how much pain I could endure.  “Keep going, Sir. I know you want this for me.”   It occurred to me that my discomfort combined with my pleasure was as arousing to him as it was to me.  I was giving him pleasure.   It was a perfect feedback loop.

With that he gave both of my nipples one last intense squeeze and quickly released them.  “You did good, boy.  I’m proud of you”, he stated as he affectionally rubbed my chest.  I had never had a sexual encounter that included pain and often wondered what it would be like.  I was starting to learn.

He continued to massage my torso but always stopped just short of my cock and balls which frustrated me immensely.   I so badly wanted him to continue down to that area.  But he was in charge, so all I could do was to moan more loudly and buck my hips to encourage him to keep going.

Finishing my torso, I heard him walk down to my feet where he picked up my left foot and gently started caressing and kissing the bottom of my foot, toes, eventually wrapping his lips around my big toe.  The feeling took my breath away. I had no idea my feet could be so sensual.  I clutched the bar above my head and, again, bucked my hips up off the couch.  My lewd reaction spoke volumes, so he methodically took each toe, one-by-one and sucked them until I was now bathed in a puddle of sweat.

At this point I didn’t know if we had been at this for 10 minutes or 10 hours.  And I didn’t care.   I was finally receiving the kind of attention from a mature man that I hungered for.  Of course, I didn’t long for a sexual relationship with my real father, but Richard’s authoritative presence filled a void I was now only learning how much I needed.

Still at the foot of the bed, he began to massage up my legs, again taking all the time in the world.   My cock ached from being hard so long and now I could feel precum dripping down the side of my right hip. I hope he saw it; I wanted him to see what he was doing to me.

His skilled hands moved expertly up my legs to my thighs, and massaged my hips, stomach, inner thighs…everywhere but my cock, balls and hole.  The frustration was incomprehensible.  I bucked my hips in the air again, begging to be touched there.  Finally, as he was massaging up my inner thigh, his thumbs gently pressed against that magic space between my balls and hole.  His thumbs quickly turned into instruments of pleasure as they stroked and pressed against the spot where my prostate lives.  After a wonderfully long massage of that area, he slid them his thumbs up slightly under my cheeks to brush against my hole and then up and down my crack.  He continued massaging my balls, perineum, and hole until I thought I couldn’t take it anymore.  I had no idea how much more was coming.

By now he had fully massaged every inch of my body, except the prize:  My thick, fully engorged spear.  I was still blindfolded but I could now feel his breath on my cock.  I could feel his face was milli-meters from it and was about to take it.   My sight was pitch black, but my other senses were on overdrive.   The sensation of his breath on my cock.  The pre-cum dripping from its tip to my stomach and down my hip.   I could even smell his sweat.

I wanted him to take me so badly.  I wanted him to lick the pre-cum off my stomach and feed it to me.  I wanted his tongue as deep in my hole as it could reach.  I wanted the same lips that had so tenderly suckled my toes around my cock.  

 I wanted it all…so badly…that I found myself bucking and begging, “Please Sir. Please…”

Richard replied, “Son, I have much more in store for you.  You have proven to me that you’re a good boy who deserves a man like myself.  But I’ve only just started.”

With that, he reached to the back of my head and removed the blindfold.  I had to squint a bit, but my eyes adjusted quickly to the light.  I was pleased that one of the first things I saw was his face, now very close, looking at me admirably.   After a pause to let me recalibrate my sight, he said, “The blindfold heightened your other senses, but now I want us to see each other.  I’m taking you somewhere you’ve never been before, and I want to see your face when you get there.

As erotic as being blindfolded was, I wanted to see him as well.  He was hypnotizing, and not being able to see him during what came next seemed unfair.

 

 

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Now there was no going back, Richard thought.  He had made it abundantly clear what he wanted, and Jarod was all in.  They were both adults and they knew what they wanted from one another.   What was particularly arousing for Richard was Jarod’s desire to submit.  Knowing Jarod’s backstory with his father, Richard wouldn’t have been surprised if Jarod felt the opposite…the need to compete with Richard to prove his manliness.  But Jarod seemed secure in his masculinity, so he didn’t need to prove it. In fact, he seemed pleased to flaunt his body when ordered to get nude. 

What really surprised Richard was the pleasure Jarod experienced when Richard inflicted (albeit mild) pain on him.  Although the master/sub dynamic appealed to Richard, that wasn’t what this was about.  Richard wanted control, not degradation.  Yes, the sexual power he had over Jarod was an important turn on, but it was more than that.  He wasn’t sure yet how it would manifest, but he also craved a fatherly mentorship over Jarod.  And he was sure Jarod felt it as well.

 

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Still fully clothed, Richard leaned directly over me and our lips met.  We exchanged a long, slow, and wonderfully intimate kiss.   It wasn’t like the animalistic one that had occurred previously; but it still conveyed his dominance and my submission.  There was now no question that Richard was in charge and I would submit to him.  We had wordlessly agreed to this covenant and to take the next steps.  What wasn’t lost on me was that Richard remained fully clothed while I was still nude, still hard, and still fully exposed.  The imbalance of power created an inequity that was astonishingly erotic.

There was now a copious amount of pre-cum pooled on my abdomen, dripping down my side.  And, hope against hope, he did exactly what I was praying for.  Without breaking eye contact, he scooped up the viscous liquid with his right second and third finger.  While lifting it to my mouth and feeding it to me, he said, “Save some for me”.   As instructed, I didn’t swallow, but rather, he immediately kissed me and licked my tongue with his.  The flavor was exquisite and the feeling of his tongue searching mine to get every drop of it was another first in my quickly expanding sexual repertoire.  We kissed for an extraordinary amount of time savoring the taste of what was a preview of what was to come. 

He then stood back up, reached behind the futon to a cabinet and pulled out a small tube of what appeared to be an expensive oil or lotion.  He opened it and rubbed a small amount on his hands, again without breaking eye contact.  I could feel my cock pump out another considerable volume of precum which reinforced my relentless horniness.   I started to remove my hands from the chrome bar above me when he stopped me, “No boy, keep your hands up there or I’ll restrain you.  You’ll give me access to every inch of you.”  With that, he made an exaggerated motion of lubing up the middle finger on his right hand.  He repeatedly massaged it and added oil until it glistened.   And then, almost with a maniacal, evil doctor grin, he ordered, “Spread your legs.”  He then leaned down over me, put his left arm around my shoulders to pull me into a near fetal position and whispered, “I want you to spread your legs because I have something you’ll like very, very much.”  I groaned, having just watched his finger become transformed into a sex toy.  I wanted nothing more than for him to own my hole so I bent my knees and lifted my hips to present my cock and hole to him. I knew his plan was to take my hole, but I wanted to signal my cock was his as well.

Exactly as our lips met, his warm middle finger grazed the outside of my hole sending shivers up my spine.  He slowly rubbed around the circumference my virgin rosebud and then slowly and barely inserted it.  I wanted to cry out for him to just fuck me with his finger, but he was the therapist, he knew best.  He continued to rotate his finger around my hole,  deliberately increasing the pressure and inserting it slightly deeper with each penetration.  I silently begged him to enter me. To own me.  I knew that finger was going to be the source of more pleasure than I’d ever known. After countless circles around the sun, his finger finally, and obscenely, fully penetrated my hole.    With his final piercing thrust, he pulled me into him with his left arm that had been around my shoulders, and whispered, “Take this, boy.”

 

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Richard knew he had to take control in order to establish trust with Jarod, and that would take time and patience.  He fought the urge to rip his own clothes off, straddle Jarod and fuck him like he knew Jarod wanted.  He fantasized about a fuck that would be authoritative, aggressive and unabating.  That’s what Jarod wanted, but that wasn’t what Jarod needed.  The slow, steady pace Richard had established was paying its own rewards.  Jarod had no idea the degree to which Richard was getting off on edging his boy.   The power he exerted over the lad had its own sensuality.  It wasn’t as immediate and visceral as a hedonistic fuck, but it elevated the passion for both to almost a cerebral level.  Richard knew he’d have to work hard to maintain this pace, but he also knew he’d be rewarded for it.

 

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When Richard fully penetrated me with his middle finger, I couldn’t help but whimper.  I wanted this novel feeling of submission to go on and on.   I couldn’t imagine how it could get any better, but it did when Richard began sliding his finger in and out of my rectum, hunting for my prostate.  I’ve never bottomed and have had toys up there occasionally, but nothing had felt like this. As Richard continued to probe inside me with his right hand he held my chest down with his left, bent over me and kissed up and down my torso, paying particular attention to my nipples.  In no time, he located my P-spot and pressed firmly against it while at the same time found and gently gripped the nipple closest to him with his teeth.  I whelped as the dual sensation sent my hips bucking to the ceiling.   “I found your spot, boy”, Richard declared.  “Lots more where that came from.”

Richard continued to massage my prostate, tease my torso and nipples with his beard for what seemed forever, each time lowering his face and mouth closer and closer to my cock.  Every time he’d get closer, I’d think ‘Please keep going, wrap those lips around it’.  Finally, Richard’s face brushed the very tip of it, and I couldn’t control my reaction, “Please Sir, please suck my cock”, I begged. 

Richard relentlessly thrusted his finger deeper into my hole and massaged my prostate, causing a stream of precum to leak from my cock and collect on my stomach.  As he worked my hole, Richard looked at the growing pool of jiz, at me, back at the jiz, back at me and said seductively, “Open your mouth”.   Removing his finger from my hole, he leaned down to my stomach, inhaled the precum into his mouth and fed it to me with a long, seductive kiss.  We intimately passed the mouthful of lovely liquid back and forth until finally, and sadly, it dissolved. 

Almost immediately, Richard resumed fingering my hole, this time with two fingers, while he simultaneously kissed his way down my torso. I felt him getting closer and closer to my cock, almost on top of it when he paused, tauntingly.  Sensing he was finally going to take it in his mouth, I begged again, “Please Sir, please”.  Suddenly, I felt his hot breath surround my cock and the tip of his tongue reached deep into the slit.  Electricity raced through my body which he accurately took as his signal to fully and completely devour it.  His mouth felt like velvet engulfing my ragingly hard cock.  Once again, I bucked my hips, but this time his mouth was the recipient, not dead air.  I roared like a caged animal and bellowed, “YES SIR, YES”, which prompted his cock-stuffed mouth to suck even harder.   He had to have known how ready I was to cum because he pulled off quickly, just as I was ready to explode. 

After letting my ejaculation glands calm down for a few moments, he slowly encircled the base of my cock with his left hand.   He grasped it at the base standing it straight up to give him full access.   He paused for what seemed forever, presumably admiring the dripping, rock hard pole in his hand.  He then proceeded to tongue, lick and suck it like a wild man.   He edged me mercilessly.  With my hole stretched, the base of my cock clutched and his warm mouth engulfing it, I gave myself over to Richard.  I was his to do with me what he pleased. For the first time in my life, I was being controlled and admired by an older man and it brought me indescribable comfort.   My surrender was complete. 

 

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Jarod’s serenity was Richard’s aphrodisiac.   The power he found from aggressively edging Jarod elevated him to a heightened level of passion.  He couldn’t swallow Jarod’s cock deep enough and he couldn’t force his fingers far enough into his hole.  He taunted his prostate and deep throated his cock with such an intensity that Jarod howled, “Stop, please Sir, stop.”  And every time Richard stopped, Jarod begged him to begin again, “I’m so close Sir, please make me cum.”

Richard had no intention of stopping, so he continued his assault on Jarod’s cock and hole, always pausing just prior to him cumming.  Jarod was experiencing something he’d only seen in porn and a level of ecstasy he’d never imagined existed. Every time his cock was ready to explode, Richard would pull his mouth off it and wickedly witness Jarod panting and begging to release.  For Jarod, it went on…and on…and on.   He’d occasionally have a moment to collect himself and exult in the passion, but for the other 90% of the time his cum denial was torture.   Exquisite torture, but torture nonetheless.

Richard took unspeakable pleasure from the agony his edging was resulting in.  Knowing how close Jarod was to cumming, he shifted his attention back to his hole.   He grasped Jarod’s saliva-lubed cock with his left hand and used two of his right fingers to massage the cum right out of his prostate.   And did he ever.   The pressure of Richard firmly stroking his cock with one hand and massaging his prostate with the other sent Jarod over the edge.  “I’m cumming Sir”,  he shrieked, “I’m cumming.  Let me cum.  PLEASE”.

 

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I was at the point of no return.   Richard’s left hand was vigorously stroking my cock, his warm mouth was bathing it, and his right-hand fingers had zeroed in on my prostate.  I couldn’t hold on and couldn’t stop myself from shrieking, “I’m cumming Sir.  I’m cumming.  Let me cum.  PLEASE”.

“Yes Jarod.  You have my permission to cum”, Richard stated respectfully.

That put me over the edge.  My cock erupted like never before.  Into Richard’s mouth, over my head, covering my face, hair and chest.  I pumped a quantity of cum I never knew I had inside me.  Even Richard seemed astonished at the pure volume of the creamy liquid.   For the first time since I laid down, I let go of the chrome bar above me and realized my knuckles were white and hands were cramped from holding it so tight.  I lowered them to my side and felt Richard’s head laying on my chest.  I gave him a gentle squeeze as that was all the energy I could muster.   Eventually my panting diminished to an even breathing pattern leading Richard to bring his face to mine and kiss me.  I was delighted when his mouth met mine and let loose what had been the first volley of cum I had shot.   Like we had earlier, we passed the delicious product of our passion back and forth until we looked into each other’s eyes, paused, and then swallowed simultaneously.  Eventually Richard stood up and while admiring my body said, “I’m proud of you Jarod, you did well.”   Richard’s words were as affirming as the passion he had exhibited just minutes earlier.  I was nearly paralyzed with a sense of well-begin.  I don’t remember ever being so confident, respected or desired by an authority figure.  I wondered if this was the first step in confronting the issues with my father.  

My eyes were closed and I was resting contentedly as Richard leaned down to whisper, “Stay where you are. I’ll be right back.”   I could hear him in another room making kitchen noises including running water.  When he returned, he said softly, “Relax.”  I could hear something being dipped into a bowl of water, ringing out, and finally a warm, almost hot, towel caressed my face.   Had I died on gone to heaven?  Richard gently rinsed my face and neck with a hot towel, occasionally replacing the water to ensure it was hot enough. He tenderly bathed my arms, hands, torso, legs, feet, and toes, with incredible attention to detail to make sure he didn’t miss a square inch of skin.   It wasn’t lost on me that he saved my middle section for last and, naturally, I longed to feel the warmth of the hot towel there.  I wasn’t disappointed.  Richard got one last batch of hot water and a new towel, and after soaking it and ringing it out, gently placed it over my now soft cock and balls and tenderly cleaned the still sensitive area.  After one last towel rinse, he gently pulled my legs apart which allowed him to clean my crack and hole.   I didn’t know what was lovelier…the rapture of being so tenderly washed by this beautiful man, or the care with which he did it.   Earlier when Richard removed the blindfold from my eyes, he told me he wanted to see my face when he took me someplace I’d never been before.  That place was now. 

I laid there, slowly breathing for what must’ve been 30 minutes since my epic ejaculation and Richard’s careful bathing, when he carefully grasped my hands and pulled me up to a sitting position.  He sat down next to me on the futon, and still fully clothed, pulled me into a warm embrace.   Pulling my head into his shoulder and caressing the back of my head, he said, “We’re done for today my boy.  I think you’ve made good progress, but we still have much more to do.  You need some time to think about what happened here today and what it means before we meet again.”   He stopped and looked me in the eyes to see if I understood what he said before continuing, “I’d like to meet you next Friday evening to take the next step, if you’re comfortable with that.”   Weighing his words carefully, he went on, “Obviously today wasn’t a conventional therapy session, and future ones will be unconventional as well.   But there’s no need to answer now.  I’d like you to consider my proposal and let me know by Wednesday evening.”

He went on, “I know you’ve never had a mature man worship you like I did today, but you still have a long way to go.  Tonight was just an amuse-bouche.   Do you know what an amuse-bouche is?” he asked.  Having never heard the expression before I couldn’t even try to fake it, so I honestly replied, “No, Sir.”

 Amuse-bouche is French for ‘amuse the tongue’”, he instructed.  It’s a culinary term describing a small appetizer, which translates roughly to ‘tease the tongue’.  That’s what I did tonight…I teased your tongue. I whet your appetite.  You need to think about whether you want to return for a full-course meal.”

My mind was spinning.  The suggestion that tonight was merely a ‘tease’ of what was coming was breathtaking.  And the sophistication he now demonstrated was light years ahead of anything I’d encountered, but was quickly learning I craved.

Sensing he had lost me a bit with his French metaphor, he asked again, “Can you let me know by Wednesday night if you’d like to continue?”

If characterizing tonight as merely a ‘tease’ was meant to intimidate me, he failed.  There was nothing he could do to me that I wouldn’t relish and couldn’t endure.  I had never had a man venerate me (or my cock) the way he had.  I wanted to prove I was worthy.  I wanted his respect so badly I could taste it.  I had to summon every ounce of self-restraint not to respond, ‘YES Daddy, bring it on’, but I felt it would be more appropriate to quietly agree to Richard’s idea as offered.  “Of course, Sir,” I responded respectfully, “I’ll let you know by Wednesday night”.

“One more thing”, he stated forcefully, “I don’t want you to cum, or even touch yourself before you see me again.  That’s critical to my therapy; I’ll explain it to you when you’re ready to understand.”

I was already so hard I could barely stand up, so it be nearly impossible not to cum before I saw this magnificent man again.   “Yes, Sir”, I replied bravely.   As I dressed and stood, my erection was ridiculously conspicuous.  I turned to leave and he pulled me into him to kiss me goodnight and squeezed my hard cock through my pants as he did.  “This is mine. Don’t go near it until you come back.”  

“Yes, Sir”, I repeated.   And with that, he nodded slightly and released his grip on my cock.

As I left Richard that evening I already was counting the hours until I’d be back in his office.