Today was quite an interesting day. I went to see my therapist, Tim. Tim is in his mid 30’s, blondish/brown thinning hair, blue eyes, rugged looking guy, he’s a hiker and mountain man in his free time. He often wears his shirts with several buttons open, always at least three, exposing thick blondish/brown chest hair. Typically, he goes unshaven with a scruffy beard on his face. I should add Tim has one of the most calming, radio-friendly, voices you’d ever hear. Naturally baritone, very soothing to the ear.
I’ve been seeing Tim for almost four years now so we know each other pretty well I suppose, although it is fair to say he knows much more about me due to the nature of our relationship than I know about him.
I started seeing Tim to work through many personal stresses in my life. Over time, I confessed about some hard drug use and my fear of addiction. Lots of recent discussion about the incredible urges to experience the exhilaration of using again.
Well, today we delved into a deeper discussion about the need to experience a rush like that again. I was confessing that I feel boring in these past 7 months of sobriety and how I feel a need to make things more exciting in my life. There was an absence of thrill or excitement.
Tim asked me when did I first feel “the rush”? What were some things that would create that sensation, etc.
I started to tell Tim about my time just after high school when I first cruised a public park and how I met an older man while walking the trails and ended up in his car sucking him off. The man gave me $25.00 afterwards. I never asked for the money, it was given to me. At that time, $25.00 was a considerable sum. I’d be lying if I said it was the only time I was gifted money for sex. Never did I ask for it, but when offered, I took it.
I also told Tim about times when I had sex in mall bathroom stalls, in abandoned classrooms in college, behind alleys and buildings, adult video stores, and other seedy places where I’d go to find dick to suck or take in the ass, all in pursuit of experiencing that high again. I was constantly chasing it.
Soon, I need something more to enhance the rush. Sex alone, even in forbidden spaces and places, just wasn’t cutting it any longer and that’s when I was introduced to illegal substances, and to describe the feeling as anything less than exhilarating would be a lie.
Anyway, I digressed there for a moment. I absolutely need to back up because after I provided Tim with very specific and graphic details of my encounter in that first man’s car, I saw his bulge begin to form in his loose fitting shorts. There was no hiding it. Tim didn’t even try. He sat there with his arms on each side of the chair, smiling coyly, as I recounted the memories of seeing that man’s cock spring out of his white Hanes briefs and the abundance of hair there. At the time it seemed like the biggest cock I’d ever seen. Boy, was I wrong about that I’d find out later, but at the time, it was massive to me.
Tim’s boner grew the more I talked. It was becoming very difficult to look into Tim’s eyes. They were diverting to his crotch every so often. Tim let me ramble on for quite some time, seeming to become more aroused the more I spoke.
“Is something distracting you? You keep looking away from my eyes.”, Tim asked.
“Well, to be perfectly honest, Tim, yes something is definitely distracting me.”
“Tell me what it is?”
“Tim, I think you know what’s distracting me. Don’t make me say it.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
“For God’s sake, Tim, I think you do. Look at your bulge! Your penis is hard and I can see it in your shorts. It’s kind of obvious given the size of it.”
Tim placed his hand over his crotch and squeezed.
“Oh, you mean this, huh? Well, it’s kind of your fault. Telling me all about all the sex you had with strange men back in the day. I think you provided details and carried on and on deliberately to get me aroused.”
“I don’t know about that, but I do know this has never happened before in all the time I’ve been coming to see you.”
“No, it hasn’t. It’s the first time I’ve ever had a client give me a blow by blow about his sexual encounters with such vivid detail. I didn’t know this would happen, I promise.”
“It turned you on then? Is that right?”
“I guess it did, yes.”
“What about it turned you on, Tim?”
“Hey, I’m the one who’s paid to ask the questions here!”
“I think that train has left the station, Tim. I mean, I think I’m entitled to an answer to my question after exposing me to that huge thing you got going on in there.”
“I don’t know, I guess thinking of a younger you on your knees taking dick after dick. Swallowing cum, taking loads. It sounds so sleazy, so deviant. I bet you became an amazing cocksucker by the sounds of it.”
“I definitely had lots of practice, so, no, I’ve never had anyone complain about my technique and I am proud of my cocksucking capabilities.”
“Hmmm, interesting.”
“Why is that interesting, Tim? And, why are you still so hard? It’s really getting in the way of our session, Tim.”
“Well, I think I can propose a solution to the problem. This thing isn’t going to go down any time soon. Unless…”
“Unless what?”
“Unless you want to use some of that cock sucking experience on me? Maybe if I blow a load, it’ll deflate and we can just finish your session like nothing ever happened.”
“Are you serious right now? You want me to blow you? Isn’t that some kind of ethical breach? Some kind of line we’d be crossing?”
“Technically, yes, but, if it was in the need of helping your therapy, it would not necessarily be a code of conduct breach.”
“What does that even mean, Tim?”
“It means that our session is being interrupted by my hardon. You are here seeking help with a crisis. I think if getting rid of my boner can help us get back to that, it wouldn’t be so bad. Besides, don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it. I see the way you look at me sometimes.”
“How do I look at you? What do you mean?”
“I mean I can see how you stare at me sometimes. I’ve caught you checking out the hairs on my chest. You like hairy guys? Is that your thing?”
“I can’t help it, Tim. I think you’re the one who has been leading me on all these years. You always wear at least the top 3 buttons of your shirts undone. Who does that? Two usually, but three, no. You wanted me to notice your hairy chest, and you know what? It worked. I did notice it.”
There was a moment of quiet and then Tim spoke softly.
“You got me. Yeah, maybe I was trying to turn you on. It excited me but I never let it show. Until today, when I just couldn’t hide it anymore.”
“So there it is. That’s the truth. You were trying to turn me on. You liked knowing that I was staring at you, checking you out this whole time? Well, then you might as well just do it then. Go the whole way if you like it so much. Take off your clothes and let me admire all of you!”, I demanded.
“I’m not taking off my clothes! That’s crazy.”
“Tim, everything about this is crazy. You’re the one who wants me to wrap my lips around your cock. I’m happy to do it, but I’m gonna need to get naked first. That’s the only way I’ll do it. Besides, I think deep down you are an exhibitionist. You like to be looked at, so let me look at all of you!”, I demanded.
“You want me to take off all of my clothes? Now?”
“That’s what I said, yes.”
“And then you’ll suck me off?”
“That’s what I said, yes.”
“You know once we cross this line we can’t go back.”
“Tim, quit stalling. I’m very well aware of that. Just take off your damn clothes. Let’s just cut to the chase so we can get back to my therapy!”
“Ok, fine. I can’t believe this is finally happening”, Tim muttered.
“What did you just say?”
“Nothing, I didn’t say anything.”
“You did. I heard you. You said you cannot believe this is finally happening. That means this is not the first time you’ve thought about it, is it, Tim?”
“Well…no. It’s not, ok! There I said it.”
“All this time I’m sitting on your couch pouring out my most innermost thoughts and feelings and you’re sitting there having sexual thoughts about me sucking you off? Did I get that right, Tim?”
By this point, Tim had stripped completely naked and his eight inch erection was pointing northward at the ceiling. It was as hard as stone.
“Sometimes, yes. I gotta tell you, sometimes when you talk, you go on about the most mundane crap that I started to imagine your lips wrapped my cock just to stay focused.”
“Seriously? I should call the Board and have your license to practice revoked! That doesn’t seem professional, Tim.”
“But you won’t because I know you want this, too, maybe even more than I do. I know firsthand all about your cock addiction. It’s almost all you talk about it. Well, here it is, right here, hard as fuck, just for you. Maybe we’re both going to get our fantasies fulfilled today. You wanted a new thrill in your life, some excitement, well, I got it for you right here”, Tim said pointing to his cock.
Tim had me there. Cock was all I ever talked about…someone I dated for a short time, or just met in passing, it was always about wanting to get laid in some form or fashion, to get more cock. To experience the thrill of cock.
Tim walked over towards me, cock in hand, until he was standing just in front of me. It was the moment of truth.
I looked into Tim’s eyes and knelt. I opened my mouth wide and he watched as I swallowed all of his little soldier down to the balls. I should say, it wasn’t so little. It was a very thick, cut, eight inches of dick meat.
“Oh fuck, yes!”, Tim declared.
“Mmmmm”, I mumbled over his cock.
My left hand reached up to feel Tim’s shaven balls. They were as big as golf balls, and so full. I thought about all those times in the past four years how I wondered what Tim was packing, and now I knew.
I began to slurp on Tim’s cock, slobbering over his shaft, dripping throat slime all over my chin.
“Oh fuck! I never felt anything like this! So fucking incredible! Now I know why you do it. It’s fucking amazing!”
Maybe I was giving Tim my all because I wanted to show off? To prove to him that I was a world class cocksucker, just like he imagined, or maybe I was doing it for me, to experience the rush I get from pleasuring a new cock. I’d psychoanalyze that later, for now, I just wanted to suck on the dick in front of me.
Tim held the back of my head in his hands and pressed down hard.
“Swallow my dick! Yeah, fuck! Just like I thought. I knew you’d be able to take it all. Fuuuccck!”
I concentrated on breathing through my nose so I wouldn’t choke to death.
When Tim let me go I dislodged his cock from my throat and a gush of throat goo fell out of my mouth and his cock was soaked, clear shiny strands dripped down the length of his shaft.
I looked up at him, into his eyes. I’d never seen Tim so heated like this before. He was usually so calm and relaxed. Hairy and naked, he looked like a man possessed. It was so sexy.
I lunged back on to Tim’s hard and wet boner, this time my hands traveled northward, exploring the thick fur covering his pecs. How many times did I dream of what that would feel like? It was so surreal. I was so turned on by Tim’s pheromones, his masculinity, my own cock started to get hard in my pants, but I didn’t pull it out. This was about Tim, getting him off. I didn’t need to get off myself.
Once again Tim took hold of the back of my head and held me down over his dick. My hands moved from his chest and grabbed onto his flanks. Tim had some hairy and muscled glutes back there. I pushed his ass forward, in turn, his cock dug down just a little deeper into my esophagus.
“You want me to fuck your throat, cocksucker? Is that what you want?”
“Mmmm hmmm, yeth”, I said with a mouthful of dick.
Tim pushed his hips back until the head of his cock was resting between my lips and bucked forward. One deliberate stroke after the other, I felt his ass flex with every thrust.
“Fuck! I can’t believe you’re not gagging on my cock!”
It was like Tim had a complete personality transformation. I never thought I’d ever see the day where he was so aggressive, but here we were. Tim was fucking my mouth, wanting so desperately to use it to achieve a gratifying orgasm.
My spittle was flying everywhere. Tim was on the brink,making me throat his cock deep with reckless abandon. His ass became moist and sweaty in my hands as he edged closer.
“Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! Can I cum in your mouth?”, it was more like a plea than an ask.
“Mmmm hmmm”, I agreed enthusiastically.
“Oh fuck! Here it comes, man! Oh fuck! Ooohhhhhhhhh ffffuuuuucccckkk!”
Tim’s first blast shot a hot volley of jizz right down my throat, and the subsequent blasts that followed pooled in my mouth. It was thick, salty and potent. Tim must not have cum for days because I sure had a mouthful. When Tim’s cock had finished unloading and became too sensitive, he pulled it out from my mouth.
I swallowed his load in one gulp and looked at him in utter disbelief. Naked, cock wet and half-hard, sweaty, out of breath.
“Fuck man! I can’t believe we just did that”, Tim said.
I wiped my mouth with my wrist, some stray spooge catching onto the hairs on my wrist.
“Me neither. Do you regret it?”, I asked.
“No, but we shouldn’t have.”
“But we did. I consented, it’s not like you forced me.”
“I didn’t mean it that way. What I meant was that it was fucking intense. Nobody ever gave me a blow job like that. It was even better than I imagined. I don’t know how I can ever get sucked off again by anyone. It won’t be the same.”
Tim’s breathing was regulating. He used his white v-neck undershirt to wipe himself off and pulled his briefs and shorts back up.
“Yes, it was intense. You have a really nice cock, Tim.”
“Was it thrilling for you? Is that what you needed?”
“Are we back in session now? Yes, I did get a big rush from sucking you off if you must know.”
“Maybe you need to find another therapist now. I don’t know if I can go back to counseling you after this?”
“It’s just a blow job, Tim. It doesn’t have to be anything more than that. I think we can manage it.”
“Maybe you can, but I’m telling you now, if we continue our sessions, I won’t be able to forget about what we just did. I’m going to want to do it again. I’m not sure that would be good for your therapy.”
“It probably wouldn’t, but we can try and see what happens. I don’t want a new therapist. I want you. Besides, you said after I sucked you off we’d continue with our session, so let’s continue. If I would have known you were going to fire me as a client, I wouldn’t have agreed to do it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Tim, yes, I’m sure. We can chalk this up to you wanting to do whatever you could for your client. I told you I needed a thrill, and you gave that to me.”
“Well, that’s true. I did. Do you still feel like you need to get high? Was that enough?”
“I don’t feel like I need to get high right now. That was pretty hot. You came a lot you know. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“I’m glad you don’t feel like you need to get high. Maybe this was an unusual way to help you stay sober, but I’m glad you’re not going to walk out of here and look for drugs. That’s a good thing. And by the way, I hadn’t cum in over a week, so yeah, my balls well pretty full. My boyfriend is out of town and I just wasn’t feeling like jerking off.”
“Boyfriend? All this time and you never told me you were gay or had a boyfriend.”
“Therapists aren’t supposed to talk much about themselves, but since we crossed that barrier in a big way, I guess it doesn’t matter so much now.”
“I suspected, but can never be too sure. So, does he know you are turned on by your clients that discuss their sex lives with you?”
“I’m not having this conversation with you. You are my patient. My open relationship with my boyfriend is irrelevant to your treatment.”
“Ok, sure. Now you want to go back to how it was before the blowjob. Ok, if that’s what you want.”
“That’s what I want. It’s never going to happen again and it’s the only way I’ll continue seeing you.”
“Fine.”
“Ok so, I think your time is up for this week. Save time next week then?”
“Sure, see you next week.”
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