I was a bit apprehensive when I knocked on Tim’s door for our next appointment after what happened last week. Somehow, one thing led to another and I was on my knees sucking him off. I was unsure how he would be with me this week. I’d find out soon enough.
“Hey, have a seat”, he said as if last week never happened.
“Hey Tim.”, I said cautiously.
“What’s new this week? How are the cravings?”
“Nothing new this week, and no cravings I guess.”
“You guess? Either you have them or you don’t? I guess is not much of an answer.”
“Well, if you mean the craving for hard drugs, then no cravings. If you’re asking me about something else, then yes, I still have them.”
“Something else?”
“Tim, come on. Are we going to go down this path again?”
“What path is that?”
“The path that led to last week, Tim.”
“So, even after last week, you still have cravings for cock?”
“Yes, you think giving one blow job is enough to satisfy me for an entire week? That’s ridiculous. Don’t you crave a blow job every single day now? You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
“Let me just stop you right there, ok. Your session is not about me, it’s about you. Whether I’ve craved your lips wrapped around my cock again is completely irrelevant.”
“Sure, whatever you say. Just for the record, I never said anything about cock, you’re the one that brought it up.”
“You insinuated.”
“You’re obsessed with it, Tim. How am I supposed to talk about other things going on in my life when all you want to do is talk about my craving for cock?”
“You could try.”
“Well, I could try, but I don’t think that will do any good because I do have something to talk about. Believe it or not, it’s about someone else’s cock.”
“You already latched on to someone else’s cock? That was fast.”
“Jealous are we? If you must know, I’m not the one who instigated it. I was out with friends at the bar last night and this guy kept coming on to me. I think he had way too much to drink and he insisted that I cop a feel, as he put it, “of his big dick”. I was hesitant, but then he took my hand and placed it right over his cock. He wasn’t lying, Tim, not even fully hard it was more than a handful, and his balls were huge, too.”
“He made you squeeze his cock?”
“Yes, that’s what I said. When I agreed that his cock was massive he asked if I wanted to see it. Well now I was intrigued so I said yes. He hid behind a chair and actually flashed me, and wow, it captured my attention. Then he asked if I wanted to suck it. Next thing I know we’re in the men’s room and I’m down on my knees sucking him off. Tim, this guy was packing more than 10 inches. It was incredible. When he came, I almost choked! There was more cum spewing out of his balls than I’ve ever seen…or maybe I should say swallowed.”
“So you sucked him off?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Why do you think that happened?”
“I don’t know, Tim, but it happens all the time. Men are always showing me their cocks, unsolicited.”
“I see. Why do you think that happens all the time?”
“I really have no idea.”
“I think you do know. I think you like it. I think you enjoy being flirty. I mean, you have been coming to see me for over four years almost every week. I can see how you do it, too. I just had more self control and never took the bait, until last week. You invite this. You bring this on to yourself. You need to take accountability for your own part in this.”
“Tim, you have the audacity to sit there, again, with your shirt practically unbuttoned all the way down to your waist, exposing your chest hair. Who is really the flirt here, Tim?
“It’s over one hundred degrees out there and my air isn’t working so great. This isn’t flirting, it’s called survival.” Tim replied, not believing his own story. “And if cock is what you want to talk about, fine by me. It’s your hour. Maybe you can tell me when you first knew you were gay? Let’s start there. Maybe we’ll learn more about how you get men to show you their cocks.”
“Fine, ok. I guess I always knew I was different than other boys. I would rather sit and play jacks with the girls when the boys were playing basketball. In fact, I won a competition and I selected a prize from my teacher. It was a poster of Andy Gibb and his shirt was undone, just like yours, exposing his hairy chest. The boys laughed at me about it, but one neighborhood boy did not. He was the first one to flash me when we playing together in the park.
A few years later, I was in a department store and hanging out in the underwear aisle. I was staring at an image of Jim Palmer on a package of Jockey bikini briefs a little too long and soon after the store clerk got me into a fitting room and showed he his cock. It was one of the first adult cock’s if ever seen and I guess I liked it.
“Did you masturbate at that point?”
“No, I’d say it was a few years later, I found two Playgirl magazines in my mother’s nightstand and not only did I see hairy chested men, they were fully naked and hard with big dicks. I felt my own little dick get hard and I touched it, and next thing I knew I was ejaculating and my body tingled.”
Tim adjusted himself in his chair, he was once again sporting a boner as I was relaying my story.
“Go on”, he said.
“Sure, you want me to go on, I will. How about I tell you about the first time I actually touched a cock and gave head. I was 16 and it was a red-headed boy in my class. I would suck his giant cock off in the woods almost every day for years. For a red-headed boy with lots of freckles and fair skin, he was quite hairy, too. Even at 16 he was shaving and had a full chest of red hair. I was so envious because I barely had a whisker on my face, smooth chest and barely had any pit hair.”
“So you were attracted to hairy guys early on, maybe because you weren’t. They say opposites attract, right?”
“I guess, I never really thought about it that way.”
“So what about now? Are you still smooth or did that change?”, Tim asked now giving his hard cock a full squeeze.
“I’m still naturally smooth. A lot of guys shave their chests, but not me. I guess the only thing that’s changed is I can grow a thick stashe, as you can see. I never thought that would be possible.”
“Yes, it is impressive, and I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it brushing against my cock last week.”
“Tim, what is going on here? You’re groping yourself and mentioning last week again. Do you want me to suck you off again? Just say it.”
“Well, not exactly. I mean, I wouldn’t turn it down, but that’s not really what I want.”
“Huh? I’m confused, what do you want.”
“I want to fuck you over my chair.”
“You want to fuck me? Over your chair?”
“Yes. That’s what I said. All week I’ve been saying to myself that if your mouth was that good, your ass must be even better. For four years I’ve always watched you come in and out office and walk out with that juicy ass in my face.”
“Jesus Tim! Don’t you get enough sex from your boyfriend?”
“Leave him out of this. This has nothing to do with him.”
“Ok fine. So let me get this straight, you not only want me to blow you, you want to fuck me? That’s what you’ve been plotting all week?”
“Plotting sounds so sinister. No, I was fantasizing, hoping. I was thinking how last week you made me get naked and you were fully clothed. I imagined what your body must look like, and then I honed in on your ass…and well…I guess from there I envisioned you bent over the back of my chair.”
“Wow! Tim, that’s vivid. I’m flattered that you spent so much time thinking about me this week. Guess what? I was thinking about you, too. Not only was I thinking about you, I was thinking about how great it felt to have your big dick down my throat…and, yes, I even jerked off thinking about how your cock would feel in my ass, so you weren’t the only one thinking about it.”
“This isn’t good. I should not be thinking about my patients this way. I don’t know what’s gotten into me?”, Tim said with a hint of desperation.
“You’re a man, Tim. Men are always thinking about sex. I should t have to tell you that. You’re the therapist.”
“I’d like to think I’m more evolved than most.”
“Tim, you’re not fooling me. I saw last week how your primal instincts came to life. You were completely uninhibited. For what it’s worth, I consented, it’s not like you forced me. And if you really want to fuck me over the back of your chair, I’ll consent to that, too. You have nothing to feel bad about. I promise.”
“Shit! I want to fuck you so bad.”
“Tim, I can tell. Look at your cock. It’s obscene. How about you take it out so it can breathe.”
“Yeah, my briefs are too confining. I should switch to boxers.”
Tim pulled his shorts down to his ankles and his boner sprung free. It looked so mighty, throbbing angrily right at me.
“Feeling better now, Tim?”
“Much, but this time I want to see you get naked. It’s only fair.”
“Yeah, ok, fine. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and stepped out of my shorts, leaving me almost fully unclothed. Only a jockstrap covering up my package.
“Fuck! You wear a jockstrap to therapy?”, Tim asked.
“Yes, I wear a jockstrap every day. I find them more comfortable than anything else.”
“Seriously? I don’t believe that. I think you just like to show off your ass when the opportunity presents itself.”
“Do you want me yo pull my shorts back up, Tim, or are you going to stop analyzing my undergarment choices.”
“No, I don’t. I want you to turn around and let me see it. I want to know if it’s as sexy as I imagined it to be.”
I spun around and let Tim have a good look at my butt.
“Holy fuck! It’s unbelievable. Come closer so I can get a better look.”
As soon as I was in arm’s reach, Tim pulled me closer toward him and pushed down on the center of my back. His hands cupped my ass cheeks and parted them. Tim dove in head first lapping up the sensitive skin around my pink hole.
“Ohhhh fuck, Tim, that feels so good!”
Tim was audibly slurping, feasting on my crack like it was his lunch. I was getting so wet and sloppy. I pulled my cock out of my jock and started tugging on it. I probably could have cum just from Tim rimming me, but I waited for the main event. In the meantime, I was pre-cumming, clear thin strands just flowing right out of my piss slit.
Tim stuck a finger inside me and started swirling it around, making me nuts.
“Fuck man, your hole loosens up pretty quick.”
I wasn’t sure if that was an insult or a compliment by the way he said it.
“Mmmm, Tim, just fuck me.”
That shut him up.
Tim got up from his chair, positioned me so my ass was at the perfect angle for his cock, spit into his hand and coated his meat and that large mushroom head found its spot to push inside and breech my ring.
“Ohhhhh fuuuckk”, I cried. “Your cock is so fucking big!”, I declared.
Ever so slowly, inch by inch, Tim’s cock claimed eight inches deep inside me.
“Mmmmmm oh my god!”, Tim blurted once he’d bottomed out.
“Your ass feels so fucking great around my cock. Fuck!”
Tim gave my ass a good slap and I felt it jiggle as he pulled his hips back and started deep dicking me, that dormant animal instinct was resurfacing with every stroke.
I was groaning, stroking my cock harder, as Tim fucked me deeper and with more force.
I was panting and my eyes rolled back when Tim gripped my hips and fucked me like a TimTales model (some of the hottest, hardest fucking in gay porn for sure).
I was getting close, and Tim likely wasn’t too far behind.
“I’m…gonna…cum…ohhhhh…fuccckkk! Don’t stop! Fuck me just like that! Ohhhh Fuuucckkk!”
I exploded all over Tim’s chair and his tiled floor. Shot after shot fired out of me and splashed the backrest of the chair.
Tim leaned over me, first kissing my shoulder, then he bit down and I heard him growling, dumping his seed right up my ass.
Tim unhinged his jaw and was breathing hard and heavy from the physical exertion of a very satisfying orgasm.
“Holy fuck”, Tim whispered. “That was fucking hot”, he said.
“Yeah, it was. Sorry, I think I ruined your chair.”
“No, no you christened it. Never fucked anyone in this chair before you”, Tim chuckled softly.
“Tim, you shut a huge load. I can feel it.”
“I got so caught up I didn’t even ask if it was ok to breed you.”
“I would have pushed you off of me. Don’t worry, I’m on prep.”
“I’m gonna pull out now.”
Tim did and I felt a gush drip down my taint.
Tim’s cock was still somewhat hard and it was glistening in the sunlight.
“Can I clean it off for you?”, I offered.
“I have tissues over there”, he said.
“No, I meant with my mouth.”
“Sure, if you insist.”
I dismounted from the chair and found myself back on my knees in the very same spot as last week, with Tim’s post-orgasm cock in my mouth. It tasted wonderful.
“There. Now you won’t have to worry about it before your next patient comes in.”
“Do you want to freshen up in the bathroom?”, Tim offered.
“Probably a good idea given how much you loaded me.”
I grabbed my shorts and headed to the bathroom leaving my shirt behind.
Imagine my surprise when I saw another young man in the waiting room!
He gave me a knowing look as I walked by him but didn’t say a word. I was mortified. Not only did he see my cum-leaking ass, he knew I was banging the therapist!
I cleaned myself up quickly, this time with shorts on and retuned to the scene of the crime to retrieve my shirt and my car keys.
“I think we have a problem, Tim. Your next patient is already here and he saw me.”
“Are you kidding me? Oh shit! What am I going to do? I could lose my license over this if he reports me.”
“Has he ever met your boyfriend?”
“No.”
“So just tell him I am your boyfriend and came over for a visit. I’m sure he’ll think nothing of it.”
“But you’re not my boyfriend.”
“He doesn’t know that. Just say it and I’m sure everything will be just fine.”
“Put your shirt on and I’ll call him inside. I hope you’re right.”
Tim opened his office door.
“Hey Stephen. I see that you’ve already met my boyfriend, Rich. Sorry if that made you uncomfortable. He was just leaving.”
“Tim, it didn’t make me uncomfortable at all. Good for you. I wish my boyfriend would come by for lunchtime tryst. It’s really no problem at all, and for what it’s worth, he’s very hot. I’d fuck that ass at every opportunity.”
“Well, I’m so glad you are ok with this.”
“Well babe, I better get going. Nice meeting you, Stephen.”, I gave Tom a kiss on the lips to continue to act and left Tim’s office.
I hate to say it, but on the drive home, I started to think about how hot Stephen was and how I can possibly manipulate a situation where I could get him, and Tim, together to top me…once again proving that all these years of therapy have done nothing to sate my incessant need for cock.
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