“The New York LGBTQ+ Alliance Award for public service goes to Dr. Geoffrey Kirsch. He is a tireless advocate for improving the community’s mental health by providing free psychological counseling… ”
“It is a great honor to receive such prestigious and personally meaningful recognition, I pledge to continue my humble efforts…”
This Monday night fundraising gala took place at Cipriani 42nd Street, across from Grand Central Terminal; it was packed with the crème de la crème of gay Manhattan movers and shakers. Geoffrey Kirsch was 31, medium height, athletic and youthfully handsome. He had shaggy brown hair, brown eyes and intelligent, magnetic facial features. He strode from the stage in his custom-made tuxedo holding his award, a Baccarat crystal, engraved Lambda symbol.
Geoffrey was born on Long Island and went to Cornell and then to Columbia for advanced degrees. His gayness was taken in stride by his progressive parents. He became interested in psychology while in therapy as a teenager for coming to terms with his sexuality. His practice was in an office suite in a quaint building on 13th street between 6th and 7th Avenues. Three other therapists had offices on the fourth floor, there was a common receptionist. Most of Geoffrey’s patients were upper class who could afford the $300 session fee without the pesky concern of health insurance. He also had a few patients whose fees were picked up by charitable organizations, it made him look good without costing him. He conducted a volunteer weekly two-hour group therapy session at the LGBTQ+ Center, these were arranged as eight-week events, followed by new attendees. This was a popular and beneficial program and was the cause of his lionization tonight.
Geoffrey returned to his table, shared with friends, family members and his husband of three years. Brock Lowell was also 31, 6’ 2”, muscular and blindingly good looking with short blonde hair and intense blue eyes. He was born and raised in Connecticut to a grand family and attended Harvard and Harvard Law School and was a corporate attorney. They met five years ago at another exclusive gay fundraising event. Geoffrey was instantly smitten; Brock was the deep-voiced WASP god he had been looking to worship and settle down with. Brock was attracted by Geoffrey’s looks and his fun personality. Their union was assured after their third date when they had sex at Brock’s Tribeca apartment. He turned out to be the aggressive, hung (7.5 x 5) top Geoffrey craved, and he turned out to be the submissive and skilled bottom Brock desired as a mate. Their lavish wedding took place at The Plaza; it was chronicled in the Sunday New York Times. They were a perfect couple. They never had the open relationship talk, Geoffrey had had a few monogamous relationships and was content with being only with Brock. Brock being a randy top, felt it his right to have occasional, discreet hookups with younger guys which did not threaten the marriage.
“I’m so proud of you Geoff!” said Brock as he hugged Geoffrey. When the event was over they got a taxi and went home. Home was a distinguished Chelsea townhouse on 22nd Street between 9th and 10th Avenues. It was three well-furnished floors for them and their dachshund, Pippin, named after Geoffrey’s favorite Broadway musical. They had recently begun the process of finding a surrogate to have a child. They got undressed in their master bedroom.
In bed, they held each other and made out, then Brock stretched out. Geoffrey was at his side and began sucking Brock’s cock, he tongued his balls. He deepthroated his husband’s cock for a while, and as if on cue, he took Brock’s cock out of his mouth and positioned himself in the bed on his back with his legs spread. Brock reached for the lube in the night table, sprayed his cock and Geoffrey’s ass. He penetrated Geoffrey’s ass and began fucking him. They made passionate sounds. Geoffrey jerked his seven-inch cut dick as he was getting fucked, he came. Brock continued fucking Geoffrey, until he came in him. He pulled out, they cleaned themselves with towels. It had all been rote. Brock turned out the light, they each soon fell into a deep sleep next to each other.
The next day, Geoffrey was at his office dressed as usual in khakis and a dress shirt; he saw patients. At lunchtime, he reviewed the file on a new patient he would be seeing at the last session, 5:00 PM. The Fortune Society was an organization devoted to providing services to recently released convicts. One of their programs was referring their charges to therapists for counseling to assist them for re-entering society; they would be paying Geoffrey’s $300 a session fee.
Roberto “Bobby” Morales was 26 years old and had been born in the Bronx. He was raised by a single mother and fell in with a bad crowd, juvenile delinquency ensued. Adult offenses occurred; he had just been paroled after serving three years for participating in an armed robbery. He was now living in an Inwood rooming house and had been provided with employment at a furniture moving company.
At 5:00 PM, the receptionist buzzed, Geoffrey buzzed back. He was sitting in a wingchair, the door opened, “Please have a seat, Mr. Morales” said Geoffrey, indicating a wingchair across his.
Bobby Morales was 5’10”,muscular and very handsome. His black hair was cut short, and his brown eyes were piercing. His facial features were chiseled, his upper lip was adorned with a black mustache, his smile was simultaneously friendly and sensual. He was wearing light blue overalls and light blue baseball cap with the moving company’s logo. His white T-shirt showcased his exceptional biceps and several swirling, crimson tattoos on his arms.
“Thanks, Dr. Kirsch” said Bobby in his pleasing, deep voice, as he sat down in the wingchair across from Geoffrey. Booby sat erect with his legs spread, there was a prominent bulge in the crotch of his overalls. Geoffrey sat with a yellow pad on a clipboard to take notes on his lap.
“How are you?” asked Geoffrey.
“I’m doing good. I been out of prison for a week, and even with all the regulations, it’s better than being inside. The rooming house is okay, the moving job is cool, it’s good money and I like physical work. My parole officer is a nice guy. I plan on staying straight.”
“What’s been the happiest event since you were released?”
“Oh, being with a girl again, after three years!” said the grinning Bobby, “A guy at work took me out afterwards one night for a drink, we each picked up a girl, mine treated me real nice! I wasn’t hard up in prison, not at all. I had plenty of punks taking care of me. But it’s special with a girl. It was special with that slut, but she’s a flight attendant, who knows when I’ll ever see her again.”
Geoffrey steered the session to Bobby’s childhood and criminal experiences to get a better understanding of him. Geoffrey had been attracted to his patients before, but Bobby Morales was something else. He took out a JUUL and vaped. Of course, smoking was prohibited in the building, but Geoffrey said nothing. He was smitten with Bobby and tried not to show it. His clipboard was firmly held over the hardon in his khakis from being so close to Bobby. The alarm clock on Geoffrey’s desk went off, it was 5:50 PM.
“We have to leave it there, until next week.”
“Sure Dr. Kirsch. That’s the gay sign” said Bobby as he rose, seeing Geoffrey award on his desk. “So, you’re an award winner! See you next week…”
A week later Bobby arrived in his overalls, T-shirt and baseball cap, this time with a backpack. He took a seat across from Geoffrey.
“So, how was your week?” began Geoffrey.
“No disrespect Dr. Kirsch, I know you’re a big expert and all that, but we’re wasting our time here. My life is my life, and talking about it isn’t going to do anything about. You got a husband?”
“Uh, yes.”
“I bet he’s real fine, but he’s not doing it for you anymore, otherwise you wouldn’t be eyeing me, and you wouldn’t be tenting in your pants!”
Geoffrey’s face turned red; he sat in silence.
“We’ll help each other out. I can’t go to a ho and pay for it because I could get picked up and lose my parole. It’s hard to find a decent girl on account of my record. Whatever we do in this room is between us, doctor client privilege!” laughed Bobby, “You want me, and you want this” he said tugging on his erection which snaked on the side of his overalls, “And I want to get off.” Bobby stood up, he undid his overalls and tossed them. He tore off his white T-shirt, he sat back down. He was now nude except for a pair of light blue boxer briefs, the outline of his large, cut erection was visible, as were his massive balls.
The shocked Geoffrey sat across from Bobby transfixed by this jaw dropping vision of earthy masculinity, who was grinning and vaping. As if in a trance, Geoffrey rose from his wingchair, the front of his khakis could barely contain his raging erection. He fell to his knees between Bobby’s outstretched legs.
“Take my boots off” said Bobby matter of factly. Geoffrey undid the laces of a boot and pulled it off, then he did the other, he took off Bobby’s socks.
He was now face to crotch with Bobby, staring up close at Bobby’s six-pack abs. There was also that Puerto Rican man flesh masked by those light blue boxer briefs. Geoffrey put his hands on the waistband of the light blue boxer briefs, he slid them down and tossed them.
Eight, thick, cut, hard inches of tan Puerto Rican cock was jutting upward, framed by a thatch of black hair, two spectacular balls enticingly flowed over the edge of the wingchair. Geoffrey cupped those warm balls with one hand. The other fondled, kneaded and stroked Bobby awesome, hot erect dick. The thick shaft was capped by the most stunning, flared head Geoffrey had ever scene. Geoffrey was playing with the most powerful cock he had come across in his whole life, it didn’t matter that it belonged to a Puerto Rican ex-con. He wanted it badly.
Geoffrey passionately kissed the head of Bobby’s cock. Then he reverently licked the underside, he licked and licked all over Bobby’s shaft, he chowed down on Bobby’s gorgeous, hairy balls. Geoffrey was in a frenzy. He hollowed his mouth wide and took Bobby’s in his mouth, his throat muscles contracted to get it in all the way down to the base. His eyes were teary as he made eye contact with the grinning Bobby, who now sat back with his hands behind his head. Geoffrey was now deepthroating Bobby’s cock. It was electrifying for both men. Bobby reveled in the fantastic servicing he was receiving, and Geoffrey was overcome by sucking on the hottest cock of the hottest man he had ever been with. Bobby thrust his hips and was now fucking Geoffrey’s handsome, white face. Geoffrey was so turned on by this act of aggression, his face was eagerly and obscenely contorted around the tan ramrod he was consumed with. He intensified his deepthroating, his head furiously bounced up and down on Bobby’s joint.
“Fuck, yeah!” bellowed Bobby. “Oh Doc, you’re the best, better than that slutty flight attendant, you know how to get down! You should get an award for cocksucking!”
Indeed, Geoffrey always fancied himself an excellent cocksucker, his husband certainly thought he was. But Bobby and his cock inspired him to new heights of performing fellatio. Geoffrey forgot that he was in his office, he forgot that it was unethical to have sex with a patient, he forgot that he married, he thought only of sucking this ex-con’s omnipotent penis. On and on he went with his lips, tongue and throat, savoring the taste and sensations of Bobby’s cock, and feeling profound fulfillment at the pleasure he was giving to a strong man.
“You got me so hard to fuck you” growled Bobby as he reached into his backpack, “Put this on” he said handing Geoffrey a pink jockstrap. His face turned beet red, but he did as he was told. He stripped off his khakis, dress shirt and boat shoes. He took off his black boxer briefs, he struggled to fit the pink jockstrap over his hard, seven-inch dick. He quickly got it on by arranging his junk in it.
“You’re sexy, Doc!” said Bobby, who was strutting around nude holding a bottle of lube. “Nice” he said as groped Geoffrey’s ass, “Tight” he said as he rammed his finger in the gasping Geoffrey’s hole.
Bobby flung his arm across Geoffrey’s desk, clearing of its contents. Geoffrey’s award fell to the floor, the rug cushioned it from breaking. Bobby grabbed up Geoffrey and tossed him his back onto the desk. Geoffrey lay with his legs spread; his hole was on view. Bobby drizzled his joint with lube then drizzled Geoffrey’s ass crack. Bobby grabbed Geoffrey’s legs and slid him closer.
Geoffrey sobbed as Bobby bluntly penetrated his anal canal with his Puerto Rican manhood, with one rapid thrust of his hips, his magnificent cock was in balls deep inside of Geoffrey. His face was set in a wide-eyed grimace. It was a previously unknown sensation; Bobby’s was the biggest cock he had ever taken up his ass. It was meant to be, it so perfectly snapped into place, hitting his prostate. Geoffrey babbled as the grunting Latin began fucking him, his balls continually banged against Geoffrey’s pale ass that was stretched open by the tan phallus.
The walls of the office were sound proofed, so patients’ confessions could not be overheard. This also silenced the lusty sounds the two men were making, as they had fierce sex.
Bobby was an unrelenting cocksman, keeping up a steady piston-fuck rhythm which drove Geoffrey into a state of ecstasy, he’d never been fucked so thoroughly before. He was shocked and amazed when Bobby bent his head down and kissed him on the mouth. Geoffrey was electrified feeling Bobby’s sensuous tongue in his mouth, and his stubble scraping his face, and his mustache caressing his upper lip. They were truly ONE as Bobby fucked Geoffrey’s ass.
The weeping Geoffrey wailed as he experienced the most intense orgasm of his life. His engorged dick shot off ropes of cum in his now soiled and sloshed pink jockstrap. Bobby kept fucking Geoffrey’s ass and hollered in Spanish as he climaxed in Geoffrey’s chute. He was delirious feeling that pinga spasm, buried in his nether regions. Then there was the blasts of hot leche flooding his chute. Bobby pulled his cock out, there was Geoffrey’s fucked out, gaping ass, Bobby’s leaked out from it onto Geoffrey desk.
Bobby strutted to his backpack, he removed a bottle of tequila and a plastic cup and poured himself a drink. He back in a wingchair, sipping and vaping.
“That was much better than talking, right Doc!” laughed Bobby, “Yo! Clean me up good, I got a date with a waitress tonight, I know she’s going to want to this” he chuckled as he tugged on his soft, long cock.
Geoffrey limped to the small bathroom in his office, he returned with a pail of warm, soapy water and a washcloth. He got on his before Bobby and proceeded to tenderly cleanse Bobby’s dick and balls. He rubbed down Bobby’s torso, then with a towel he dried his junk and body. Bobby rose and put his uniform back on, then he sat back down again, extending his feet. Geoffrey put Bobby’s socks on, then work boots and laced them up. Bobby rose and went to the door.
“See you next week for our session,” laughed Bobby, “Be waiting for me in your jock.” He left.
Geoffrey poured himself tequila and drank it. He went to the bathroom, and took off his cummed-up jock, he washed it the sink and hung it up to dry, he couldn’t bring it home. He got dressed, he fixed up his desk and sat there.
“When you have done something unforgivable, you must forgive yourself.” So, had said a mentor of his to him during his training. Well, Geoffrey had cheated on his husband and broke his oath as a therapist, Geoffrey forgave himself. He knew that he was dickmatized by Bobby. He had counseled patients who had been so obsessed with a man’s dick that it led them to harmful even illegal activities. There was nothing to be done but follow the obsession to its conclusion.
He poured another glass of tequila and drank it. He left his office and walked through the West Village and got to the Minetta Tavern. The suited Brock was outside, they hugged, kissed and chatted. A few minutes later the suited Lars and Daniel arrived. They were another A-List, early 30’s white gay married couple they socialized with. One was a lawyer, the other was the director of a not-for-profit. The four men entered the elite restaurant for their 7:00 PM reservation.
They were seated in a booth, over renowned burgers and perfect Gray Goose martinis, there was the ritual conversation and catchups. Work, real estate and gay causes were discussed. Geoffrey sat there bored out of his mind. He thought of having just sucked on a fabulous cock, and having been just fucked into oblivion by a strong, straight man. Now, he had to endure the usual effete chitchat of pompous, spoiled queens. Geoffrey had another martini. Eventually, Brock went to the men’s room and Lars went off to make a business call.
“So, who is he?” chuckled the impish, cute and tipsy Daniel. He was Lars’ bottom.
“Huh?” said Geoffrey.
“Oh, don’t be coy with me. You’re positively glowing, you’ve just been fucked. It’s written all over your face! I can smell the cum on you. Good for you, I heard Brock telling Lars all about the new intern he’s been fucking. I’ve been having a fling with my trainer. We all have our secrets…” Soon Brock and Lars returned. They all had another round of drinks, split the check and went their separate ways. Brock and Geoffrey cabbed home, got undressed and went to bed.
Geffrey now struggled to listen to his patients at their sessions. They were mostly spoiled brats who could afford his $300 per session fee. He did enjoy his pro bono group therapy sessions at the Gay Center; the people were real and needed his help. Tuesday morning, he carried a new bottle of tequila in a shopping bag to his office. He endured session after session of a rich brat droning on, his dick was hard all day. Finally, it was 4:50 PM! He took off his khakis, boxer briefs and dress shirt. He took out his pink jockstrap and put it on. That morning, he showered thoroughly, nozzling his ass, he wanted to be absolutely clean and perfect for Bobby. At 5:00 PM, the buzzer sounded, Geoffrey ran to the door and opened it.
“Oh yeah, Doc, you sure follow orders!” chuckled Bobby. He shut the door and embraced Geoffrey; he groped his ass and stuck his tongue in his mouth. They made out as Bobby fingered Geoffrey’s hole and as Geoffrey stroked Bobby’s hard, big dick in his overalls. Geoffrey pushed Bobby into a wingchair, dropped to his knees, took off his man’s work boots and socks. Then he undid Bobby’s overalls, took off his T-shirt and slid off his boxer briefs. Bobby had worked hard all-day hauling furniture; Geoffrey was driven to serve him. There it was, Bobby’s fantastic cock and glorious balls.
“You want this dick?” growled Bobby at Geoffrey who was on his knees.
“You know I do, Bobby.”
“I had a long day, do my feet.”
Geoffrey never in his life thought of feet, but now red-faced, he was licking the soles of Bobby’s feet. Then he sucked on each of his toes and repeated the process several times. Never before, had Geoffrey been so submissive. He had to admit to himself that he liked it. He grew up on Long Island as a Jewish American Prince. He was the youngest, he had two older sisters. As the only boy, he was the favorite and spoiled. His father inherited and ran his family’s furrier business. His mother did volunteer work and carried herself as a socialite. Geoffrey’s gayness was taken in stride by Liberal parents. Geoffrey got his degrees from Columbia University. The aggressive and dangerous Bobby brought out a side of him that he didn’t know he had, and that he now enjoyed having.
“That’s it, you kinky bitch!” thundered Bobby. Geoffrey continued degrading himself with his mouth servicing Bobby’s feet.
“Ok, now I’ll let you suck my dick.”
Geoffrey opened his mouth wide and commenced servicing his master’s tool. The great dick he had been thinking of every moment of the last week, was finally in his mouth again. He slobbered all over it and paid lavish attention to Bobby’s ball sack. Geoffrey ardently lapped up the precum from Bobby’s slit. Booby pushed Geoffrey off his raging cock and grabbed him up.
“We’ll change it up!” growled Bobby, who spun Geoffrey around and threw him onto the desk, this time on his stomach, with his arms extended over the now empty desk. Bobby lubed up his cock, then lubed up Geoffrey’s ass. He rammed it into the gasping Geoffrey’s chute.
“Today, I’m going to fuck you like a bitch, pump and dump!” roared Bobby.
While bent over and pinned down on his desk, Geoffrey was roughly fucked by Bobby. Bobby’s thick, long Latin dick was once again furiously being shoved in and out of Geoffrey’s chute, to his profound delight. His hard dick and balls were tautly confined in his pink jock, his junk was flatly placed on the desk. The friction of his package rubbing against his desk while his ass was getting slammed was immensely pleasurable. His dick was tingling, soon Bobby’s fucking brought him to another intense orgasm. Geoffrey’s dick was shooting off in his jock. The piston fucking of his hole continued, until he felt his insides awash in Bobby’s load of hot cum that was now coursing through his chute. The hollering Bobby pulled hi dick out of Geoffrey’s now gaping and leaking slot. He collapsed into a wingchair; Geoffrey collected himself off his desk. He limped over to Bobby with a glass of tequila which he drank while vaping. Geoffrey returned with a pail of warm, soapy water and a washcloth; he cleansed his man well.
Bobby was now dressed in again in his overalls, white-shirt, baseball cap and work boots.
“I need you to do a favor for me, Doc” said Bobby taking an envelope out of pocket.
“Sure, anything you need, Bobby.”
“That’s right! Anything I need! You want to keep getting my dick!” laughed Bobby. “You take this to the address on it. A guy will trade it for another envelope, you take that to the hotel address on it and give it the concierge. Simple.”
“Sure Bobby, I’ll leave right away.”
“Damn right, you will. See you next week” said the grinning Bobby as he patted Geoffrey’s ass that he had just fucked, he left. Geoffrey poured himself a glass of tequila and drank it. He cleaned himself up and got dressed. Outside, he got a taxi, he was taken to 133rd Street and Lennox Avenue, in Harlem. He went into the building and walked the stairs to the third floor and knocked on an apartment door.
It was opened by a burly, shaven-headed Black man in a red track suit.
“Yeah?”
“Bobby Morales sent me.”
“I’m Omar.”
“I’m Geoffrey.”
“Well come on in Geoffrey!”
Geoffrey entered a living room.
“Have a seat” said Omar indicating a seat across from a desk, Geoffrey sat.
“You got something for me?”
“Oh, yes” said Geoffrey him an envelope.
Omar tore it open and began counting a large amount of $100 bills. He put them back in the envelope and put it a desk drawer. From another desk drawer he took a large plastic bag of cocaine. He put it in large yellow envelope and wrote on it. He handed it to Geoffrey who took it.
“Business first, then pleasure” chuckled Omar as he poured out two glasses of Courvoisier from the bottle on his desk, handing one to Geoffrey. They sipped.
“So, your Bobby’s mule” laughed Omar, “Bobby and I go way back, we were in the joint together. We turned out some mighty fine white boys together. We also had some sexy punks, such as yourself. White boys who can’t get enough of dark meat. I got a customer coming over in a while, get busy on this” said Omar as he tossed back his chair.
Geoffrey’s eyes widened. Omar had undone the pants of his track suit. His nearly nine inches of thick, cut Big Black Cock were on display, as were his pair of large ebony balls. From his psychological training, Geoffrey knew he was so far over the edge, that to go further was inevitable. He chugged down the cognac. He then rose from his chair, darted over to Omar in his chair and dropped to his knees before this ex-con drug dealer.
Geoffrey had not, nor ever thought of having sex with a Black man before. Now, he was consumed with it. He saw his first Big Black Cock up close and instantly wanted it. He stroked Omar’s fantastical staff with devotion. His hand tingled has he felt that warm, powerful staff, his other hand fondled those meaty, dark balls. Geoffrey stared at the flared, sculpted head of Omar’s cock; it was a masterpiece.
Geoffrey opened his mouth wide, stuck his tongue out and began licking the exotic penis in intense swirling motions. He tenderly licked the entirety of Omar’s shaft. He lit up a Newport, sipped Courvoisier and savored the supreme head he was getting from this groveling, high born white cocksucker. He had encountered, and delighted in this type, many times before.
One ball, then other, was proficiently gobbled on by Geoffrey. Time was of the essence, so Geoffrey set about deepthroating that African American log. His mouth was contorted around that humongous log. His eyes watered as he stared into Omar’s blazing eyes, observing his lustful, grinning face. Geoffrey’s seven-inch dick was rock hard in his khakis from the profound excitement of servicing Big Black Cock for the first time.
There was a knock at the door. “Hang out!” barked Omar.
Geoffrey intensified his oral efforts. His head furiously bobbed up and down on Omar’s tool, his tongue and lips were in overdrive.
“Oh yeah, that’s it, bitch” croaked Omar.
Geoffrey’s gullet was now being flooded with gushes of salty, steamy Black man cum from Omar’s spasming cock. As Geoffrey was expertly swallowing down Omar’s load, something happened that never had happened before. Geoffrey was cumming in his khakis! He had never reached orgasm before from giving a blow job. Such was the power of Omar and his Big Black Cock.
The flushed and panting Geoffrey rose, grabbed the envelope and went for the door.
“You have yourself a wonderful evening” laughed Omar.
In the hallway were two white, college frat-types. Geoffrey rushed past them, down the stairs, outside he hailed a taxi.
“39th between Park and Lexington” directed Geoffrey, from reading the address on the yellow envelope containing a large quantity of cocaine.
The taxi pulled up in front of the Delacroix. It was am elegant, boutique hotel catering to the upscale. Foreign men who had business involving the nearby United Nations were the bulk of its clientele. Geoffrey paid and tipped the taxi driver and entered the elegant lobby, he found the concierge desk. Standing in a black suit, white shirt and black tie was a tall, smoldering young Latin man in his mid-20’s. His name badge said, Victor Morales.
“I’m leaving this for Bobby” said Geoffrey.
“He’s my older brother” said the grinning Victor as he took the package of cocaine, “I know all about you, bitch” he said as he raised the counter partition. “Get down over here and suck my dick, get me off fast.”
The dazed Geoffrey quickly entered the concierge station, Victor slammed the partition shut. Geoffrey dropped to his under the desk, Victor unzipped his black suit trousers and hauled his prize, big thick cut Puerto Rican cock, it was as large as his brother’s. His balls were as comparably as stupendous.
So, in the lobby of a swanky, East Side hotel, Dr. Geoffrey Kirsch was on his knees under a desk sucking on Latin dick. He had been ordered to make it quick and so was furiously deepthroating Victor’s tool while fondling his balls.
“Where is Rossini’s?” Geoffrey heard a foreign-accented male voice ask, as he was sucking Victor’s cock.
“Walk down to Lexington and make a right, it’s on 38th. Thanks so much, sir. Have a good evening.” Geoffrey heard Victor nonchalantly reply, as he pridefully stood tall getting his dick sucked by the concealed Geoffrey. Victor put his $20 tip in jacket pocket.
Geoffrey’s lips, tongue, mouth and hands were in overdrive on Victor’s cock and balls. Geoffrey was relieved and felt a sense of accomplishment as Victor’s tool began twitching. It shot off in his throat, he was now swallowing down a load of hot, Latin cum. Having sucked Victor to completion, the flushed Geoffrey collected himself and rose. The beaming Victor grabbed his junk, put it back in his pants and zipped up.
“I got these off of Facebook” said Victor showing Geoffrey pictures of himself on his phone. They were taken on Fire Island last summer. He was wearing a red Speedo. The pictures revealed Geoffrey’s trim, defined body, nice bulge, appealing ass, and handsome, sensitive face.
“Starting tomorrow, I’m going to be pimping you out. I’m going to show these pictures to select guests who desire discreet action. They’re going to show up at your office at 1:00 PM, instead of going to lunch, you’ll be taking care of clients. You’re busy with patients, so it’ll just be one trick a day. You’ll be able to take that in stride for your new schedule, and $200 a trick five times a week is still nice bank for me and Bobby. I’ll be collecting the money in advance, so you needn’t be concerned with that” laughed Victor, “Oh, be ready for them in your pink jock. Understand?”
“I understand.”
“You also making be making this weekly drug run for us. Hey, don’t worry. You’ll still get your reward, Bobby’s dick on Tuesdays, you can’t live without that, can you Doc?” laughed Victor.
“No, I can’t.”
“Fucking right! Now get the fuck out of here, you chump.”
Geoffrey took a taxi home to Chelsea. 30 minutes later, his husband Brock got in.
“Oh, these after work meetups are so exhausting. Did you have a good day?”
They watched Netflix and went to bed.
“I’m entitled to have an outlet for my creativity!” So, yammered Madeline, Geoffrey noon’s patient the next day. She was in her 40’s and was married to a major real estate developer who subsided her money-losing Madison Avenue jewelry shop. She droned on until the alarm clock sounded at 12:50 PM. She left, Geoffrey hurriedly took off his khakis and dress shirt, he was wearing his pink jock strap. At 1:00 PM, the receptionist buzzed him. There was a knock at the door, he opened it.
A medium height suited and intensely handsome Korean man in his late 20’s entered Geoffrey’s office. He methodically took his clothes off and hung them in a closet. Geoffrey watched in fascination, he had never been intimate with an Asian man, he noticed his wedding band. He did not speak at all, yet his masculine authority was evident, he implicitly expected sexual gratification from a white submissive. He was now nude and sat down in a wingchair.
Geoffrey dropped to his knees between the Korean man’s stretched out legs. Geoffrey stared at his first Asian cock. It was an enticing seven inches of exotic, cut manhood, with two juicy, smooth medium-sized balls. Geoffrey kissed the head, then began slowly and seductively licking the head of the Korean’s cock, jolted by the taste of the tangy precum. Geoffrey was turned on by the fact that they hadn’t said a word to each other, yet Geoffrey could in the Korean’s eyes that he was pleased with Geoffrey’s servicing. He was licking all over the shaft, then did the Korean’s balls. The Korean nodded approval of Geoffrey’s rhythmic deepthroating of his tool. The flushed Geoffrey’s head bobbed up and down on the Korean’s dick, his mouth was filled with it, his throat muscles contracted around its girth, causing the Korean to emit pleasurable sounds. Geoffrey was happy to know he was pleasing his client. Eventually, the Korean turned his head towards the desk.
Geoffrey ceased fellating the Korean, rose and walked over to his desk and bent himself over it, baring his white ass for the Korean to take. The Korean got up, took the bottle of lube and sprayed his hard cock, then sprayed Geoffrey’s tingling ass. Geoffrey gasped as the Korean bluntly penetrated his ass hole with his pulsating manhood. The Korean was fucking the sobbing Geoffrey with a steady, forceful rhythm, Geoffrey mentally and physically surrendered to him. Geoffrey’s erect dick strained in his pink jock, he wept as he was brought to orgasm by the Korean fucking him, his dick shot off blobs of cum in his jock. The Korean kept pounding out Geoffrey’s battered ass with his conquering cock. The Korean triumphantly grunted as his cock exploded in Geoffrey’s chute, coating his insides with steamy, Asian cum. Geoffrey winced as the Korean withdrew his mighty rod from ass, it had felt so good being fucked by this stranger.
Geoffrey poured a glass of tequila and handed it to the Korean who was now sitting and smoking a Marlboro Red, he now sipped tequila as well. Geoffrey went to the bathroom and returned with a pail of warm, soapy water and washcloth. He tenderly cleaned his client’s manhood and torso. The Korean finished his tequila, rose and began confidentially getting dressed. He left without a word. Geoffrey downed a shot of tequila, then quickly cleaned himself up, got dressed and was ready for his 2:00 PM patient.
After his 5:00 PM patient, Geoffrey left his office and walked home to Chelsea. He stopped at a sex shop on Eighth Avenue, he bought 10 pink jockstraps, he paid cash. He didn’t want the transaction on his debit card tally. He then stopped at the liquor store on 21st Street and Ninth Avenue, he bought another bottle of tequila, one of vodka and one of whiskey, he wanted his tricks to a choice of libation after their fuck sessions. He placed his purchases in his briefcase, he stowed it in the hall closet at home, like normal. At 7:00 PM, walked to Cookshop where he met Brock for dinner. They went home and went to bed.
The next morning in his office, Geoffrey unpacked his briefcase, placing the pink jockstraps in a desk drawer, and the liquor bootless in another. His 10:00 AM patient arrived, then the ones at 11:00 AM and noon. Afterward, Geoffrey took off his clothes and was in his pink jock. At 1:00 PM the receptionist buzzed, then the door opened. A suited, athletic South Asian man entered in his early 30’s. He was bearded and handsome. He undressed and hung up his clothes in the closet, he wore a wedding band. Geoffrey’s eyes zeroed in on the stranger’s highly impressive, dark manhood. It was a cut, swinging eight, thick inches, with hairy, meaty jiggling balls.
“I could use a foot massage first,” he said a melodious, deep voice as he took a seat in the wingchair, extending his legs.
Geoffrey descended to the floor before the South Asian, he firmly massaged one foot and then the other.
“Nice” moaned the man.
Geoffrey had been trained by Bobby, he began licking the soles of the man’s feet and them sucking on his toes.
“Fuck! That feels so fucking great! Victor at the hotel said you’re a total fucking pig! I like that!” laughed the man as Geoffrey was vigorously sucking his toes. Geoffrey saw that the South Asian’s eight-inch cock was now fully erect and jutting forward. Geoffrey now slowly moved his torso up toward the South Asian’s crotch. Geoffrey bent his head down and kissed the head of the South Asian’s cock, then licked it, and then serviced the shaft and tongued his balls.
“Wow! You’re fantastic!” moaned the South Asian as Geoffrey was deepthroating his cock. Geoffrey’s mouth and face were obscenely contorted around that dark joint. The South Asian pulled Geoffrey’s mouth off his cock, rose and grabbed Geoffrey up. He tossed him on his back on the desk. Geoffrey lay there with his legs spread, baring his ass hole for his customer. The South Asian lubed up his cock and Geoffrey’s hole.
Geoffrey yelped when the South Asian rammed his cock forcefully up his chute. Geoffrey’s membranes responded to the stranger’s marked girth by instantly parting to take it all the way in. Geoffrey was turned on by the South Asian’s muscular body on top of him bucking his hips with each of his fuck strokes, his weighty balls crashed against his ass cheeks. Geoffrey white ass was stretched out around the great, dark penis being shoved in and out it. Geoffrey was panting from the excitement and the pleasure. He whined as he began cumming in his pink jock. The South Asian groaned as his face sneered when he climaxed deep inside of Geoffrey. He pulled his cock out of Geoffrey’s now gaping and seeded ass. He flopped into a wingchair. Geoffrey collected himself and got off the desk.
“What would you like to drink?”
“Whiskey” said the South Asian who was now smoking a cigar.
Geoffrey poured him a whisky and handed it to his customer. He went to the bathroom and returned with a pail of soapy water and a washcloth.
“That was $200 well spent” chuckled the South Asian as he smoked his cigar and sipped whiskey as Geoffrey cleaned his cock, balls and body, then he dried him. The South Asian stubbed out his cigar in his empty glass, got dressed and left. Geoffrey quickly cleaned himself up, got dressed and tidied up his office, spraying air freshener to mask the cigar odor. He saw his next patient.
The next day at 1:00 PM, Geoffrey’s customer, a silent African diplomat in his 30’s arrived. Geoffrey sucked his Big Black Cock and bent over his desk to be well fucked. It was Friday, after work, he and Brock drove four hours to Vermont in their Lexus. They arrived at a quaint inn at 1:00 AM, checked in and went to bed. Saturday afternoon they had lunch at a tavern with a pretty, 22-year-old woman who had agreed to carry their child. She was given a check for $50,000; another one would be given upon birth and surrender of their child. On Monday she would begin artificial insemination at a top medical faciality, with a combination of their semen. They drove back to Manhattan and ordered Chinese food and watched Netflix. Sunday afternoon they had brunch with friends, who congratulated them on their surrogacy arrangements.
Geoffrey’s Monday 1:00 PM customer was a Hong Kong businessman in his late 20’s. His customer on Tuesday was a Columbian drug dealer in his 30’s. Finally, it was 5:00 PM, Bobby arrived!
“So, Doc, you been keeping busy I hear!” laughed Bobby as he strutted into Geoffrey’s office and flopped into a wingchair, his legs spread, “Come and get it, Doc!” chuckled Bobby. Geoffrey in his pink jockstrap rushed over and dropped to his knees before his man. He took off Bobby’s work boots and socks, he then licked Bobby feet and sucked his toes. He undid Bobby’s overalls, tossed them and took his T-shirt, he slid down his boxer briefs.
“It’s been waiting for you!” laughed Bobby as Geoffrey kissed the head of his cock and began sucking it.
“Saturday night I was a club, I hooked up with a hot girl. We did some blow in the bathroom, she blew me in a stall, then I fucked her standing up in the stall” recounted Bobby in his deep, melodious voice, “I thought I’d tell you that as part of our therapy session” laughed Bobby. “Yup, sluts can’t seem to get enough of me.”
Geoffrey continued to hungrily deepthroat Bobby’s rod, he had missed it all last week.
“Doc, I had tough day at work, I’m kind of tired to fuck you. But I’ll let you ride my dick.”
Geoffrey ceased sucking Bobby’s cock, he got the bottle of lube and sprayed his ass, then he sprayed Bobby’s cock. Geoffrey had never been fucked in this position. Facing Bobby as he sat down on his hard cock that he’d just been sucking on was a new experience.
“There you go, Doc!”
Geoffrey furiously slammed his ass up and down on Bobby’s cock, was he fucking himself.
“Nice” growled Bobby, “I’m always happy to give you what want.”
Geoffrey was in the zone, he was sobbing and weeping as he rode Bobby’s cock. He hollered as he began cumming in his jock from taking Bobby’s cock up his ass.
“Finish me off with your mouth” commanded Bobby.
Geoffrey got off Bobby’s cock and got on his knees again. He took his master’s cock laden with lube, precum and his spittle and sucked it supremely. He felt it spasming, then it wonderfully exploded. Geoffrey was guzzling gushes of Bobby’s steamy, juice. Having gotten his man off, Geoffrey poured him a glass of tequila, and then cleaned him up. Bobby got dressed, he tossed an envelope to Geoffrey and left.
Geoffrey cleaned himself up, got dressed and took a taxi to Harlem. He made the exchange with Omar, had a cognac and sucked him off. Then he took a taxi to the Delacroix to give Victor the cocaine.
“I came up with idea as long as you are here every Tuesday” said Victor standing tall at his concierge desk as Geoffrey was hidden, below him sucking his dick, “After you finish me off, you might as well see clients here, in the hotel.” Geoffrey continued sucking Victor’s dick, then he swallowed his load and stood up. “Go to room 357, I talked you up, they’re expecting a real good time for what they paid for you!”
Geoffrey took the elevator, then went to the room and knocked. The door opened and he went inside. He had been greeted by a long-haired, tall thin guy in his mid-twenties who was only wearing black boxer briefs, he was tatted. Two other such men were laying on a couch snorting cocaine and sipping vodka. They were conversing in Russian. The greeter grinned and sat down in between his two comrades. Geoffrey took off his clothes and was naked except for his pink jockstrap.
The trip slid off their boxer briefs, each was big, thick uncut cock and floppy, young hairy balls. They laughed as they each pored a line of cocaine on their hard, youthful dicks. Geoffrey got on his knees before them. He snorted each line of cocaine off each dick. He was buzzed and flying having not been a drug user before. He peeled back each foreskin; he stroked two cocks while he sucked the third. Geoffrey was in a frenzy giving head and hand jobs to the three young men in various permutations. One by one, each stud came down Geoffrey’s throat.
The group drank more vodka and snorted more cocaine as the wired Geoffrey sat in front them fluffing their dicks and fondling their balls. When each dick was hard again, they each poured out another line of cocaine on their manhood. Geoffrey ardently snorted each line on a dick again. The three studs rose, Geoffrey went to the bed and got on his hands and knees, arching his back so his ass was easily available. He felt lube being drizzled on his hole. He felt lines of cocaine set up on his ass cheeks which were then snorted by the gang.
It was drug-fueled bacchanal; Geoffrey was fucked by each stud, as he sucked one’s dick and stroked the other’s dick. He came again in his jock. Each warrior shot his load in Geoffrey’s chute. The fucked-out Geoffrey cleaned himself up in the bathroom and got dressed. He left as the three youths continue to party. He took a taxi home; it was after midnight. Brock was snoring in bed. Geoffrey poured himself a large vodka on the rocks to come down, he drank and then passed out in bed.
So, it went for months for Geoffrey. Monday to Friday 1:00 PM fuck sessions with strange foreign men, Tuesday night drug runs, sucking off Victor, then servicing a guest or guests in the hotel. All for the obsessive desire to be with Bobby and his cock on Tuesday afternoon. It was now the last week of July.
“We have to talk” said Geoffrey anxiously while he was cleaning up Bobby after they had fucked.
“Sure, I’m listening.”
“It is traditional that therapists take August off. I’ll be spending the month at our Hamptons house, there are social and family events, and I plan to work on the book I am writing” said Geoffrey handing Bobby an envelope, “I won’t be able to turn tricks for you and Victor or do drug runs. I have generously calculated the loss of that income.”
“That’s fair, we don’t want to mess up your outside life, but we want our bank” said Bobby, thumbing through the scads and scads of hundred-dollar bills in the envelope.
“Also, I have booked a room in the inn for the month. I hope you can make it there whenever you can, this debit card is for your expenses. This is the phone number of my burner phone. I hope you can make it out, just let me know.”
“Aww, Doc, of course I’ll come see you. You can count on me…”
Two weeks later, Geoffrey was at his desk on his laptop working on his book in the study of his Hamptons house. It was a Tuesday, his husband Brock in the city at work; he spent weekends with Geoffrey. Geoffrey was able to compartmentalize his life now. His hookups with Bobby, his prostitution and drug running, all seemed long ago. He was fired up to write his take on therapy for gay men. Still, his sex urges remained, when he jerked off he thought of Bobby. His burner phone rang! He excitedly answered it.
“Yo, I’m here and hard for you” said Bobby.
“That’s great! I’ll be right over.”
Geoffrey went out to the garage and drove his car into town. He parked and walked to the inn.
“Mr. Morales is expecting me” he said to the front desk clerk.
“Certainly sir, Room 214.”
Geoffrey walked up the stairs to the room and knocked.
The door was opened by the grinning Bobby who was indeed hard, it had been two weeks since Geoffrey had seen or had Bobby’s dick. Geoffrey entered the room.
“This is my girlfriend, Veronica” said Bobby plainly, indicating a very attractive young woman in early 20’s. She had long blonde hair and lithe figure; she was wearing a black bra and black panties. She was sitting silently in a chair.
“I thought we could make a vacation out of this,” continued Bobby, “I upgraded us to a suite, I didn’t think you’d mind.”
“No, of course not, whatever you need.”
Bobby embraced Geoffrey and kissed him on the mouth, then put his hands on shoulders and pushed him to the floor. Geoffrey opened his mouth and began licking on his man’s cock. That a girl was nearby didn’t faze him. It felt so good to be servicing Bobby again. While he was deepthroating him, Bobby slid his dick out of Geoffrey’s mouth and pivoted his body.
Veronica was now on her knees, sucking Bobby’s cock, her long blonde hair billowed as she gave skillful head to her man as Geoffrey watched nearby on his knees. Eventually, Bobby slid his dick out her mouth and strode to the bedroom followed by Geoffrey and Veronica, who each eagerly undressed on the way.
Bobby lay in the center of the bed on his back, propped up by pillows. His proud erection jutted up, slicked with Geoffrey and Veronica’s saliva. They each lay on either side of Bobby in the bed. Bobby had a contented facial expression as he now had two mouths working on his cock and balls. Geoffrey and Veronica had an informal boundary as they each ran their swirling tongues over the head of Bobby’s cock and then on his shaft. Veronica took Bobby’s cock in her mouth and deepthroated it while Geoffrey tongued his balls. Later, she removed the dick and Geoffrey deepthroated it and Verónica suckled his balls. Bobby was a stud, laying back watching his two obedient cocksuckers take turns on tool. He was now primed; with each hand he nudged his two bitches on their backs. Veronica’s legs were spread, her trimmed blonde pussy was moist. Geoffrey was his back with his legs spread, he took the bottle of lube from the night table and poured some on his quivering slot.
Bobby moved over and got on top of Veronica. Geoffrey was awestruck, he had never been intimate with a woman or even watched straight porn. He stared in amazement as the head of Bobby’s cock was shoved in Veronica’s tight pussy, she sighed as he jabbed it all the way in, her small orifice was now stretched out and around Bobby’s cock. Bobby’s athletic body was powerfully moving up and down as he fucked her. He kissed her and licked the nipples on her ample tits. He varied his fuck rhythm, driving her wild with anticipation as she wanted him inside her. He hammered away at her pussy with his cock. Her sobbing intensified; she wailed as she came.
Bobby pulled his cock out of Veronica; it was slicked up with her secretions. He was now on top of Geoffrey.
“Oh God! Yes!” cried Geoffrey as Bobby split open his ass by thrusting his big, hard dick straight in and deep inside. Geoffrey hadn’t been fucked in two weeks and was now so into it again. Bobby continued pounding out Geoffrey, his heavy balls slapped repeatedly against his ass cheeks. Geoffrey was further electrified by seeing Veronica watch her boyfriend fucking him, she was fingering her pussy. Geoffrey was weeping as he felt his dick spasming in his pink jock, it was flooded with gushes of his cum. Bobby kept fucking Geoffrey, he grunted and his cock was exploding in Geoffrey’s chute, He pulled it out, and his sweated-up body collapsed in the center of the bed.
Geoffrey grabbed his clothes and went to the bathroom. He cleaned himself up, got dressed and went to leave; Bobby and Veronica were making out in bed.
It was Saturday night, Geoffrey and his husband Brock were dinner at an outdoor table at the packed, The Crow’s Nest. Geoffrey hadn’t heard from Bobby since their three-way. Geoffrey was stunned to Bobby and Veronica being escorted by the host to a table across the way. Bobby was wearing jeans and a black Brooks Brothers polo shirt. Geoffrey had only seen him in his moving company overalls. He looked so hot and youthful, he fit in. Veronica looked dazzling in a slinky white dress. They made an appealing couple. Throughout dinner, Geoffrey would occasionally glance across to gaze at Bobby, he was all chatty and flirty with Veronica. Bobby saw him and smiled, he stood up and winked, then he rose and walked into the restaurant.
“Just going to the men’s room” said Geoffrey to Brock.
Geoffrey went into the restaurant; he saw Bobby exit into the parking lot and go over to a car. He opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat. Geoffrey opened the passenger door and sat down.
“Make it quick, Doc” said Bobby as he unzipped his jeans, undid them and hauled out his dick.
Geoffrey dove his head down and went down on Bobby. He furiously deepthroated Bobby while fondling his balls. Bobby buked his hips and rammed his dick further down Geoffrey’s throat was soon blasting his load; Geoffrey fastidiously chugged it all down so as not to stain Bobby’s jeans. They each left the car and returned to their mates to finish their dinners.
It was September, everything was back to normal. Geoffrey turned a trick each weekday at 1:00 PM. Tuesdays he took care of Bobby, made a drug run, blew Victor and turned a trick in the hotel. A few weeks later, it was a Monday at 1:00 PM. Geoffrey was in a pink jock, the receptionist buzzed him. There was a knock at the door, he opened it.
“Surprise!” yelled the grinning Victor as he and Bobby entered the office. They were wearing suits and ties. They undressed and hung up their clothes in the closet. They then sat nude in adjoining wing chairs. Geoffrey was at their feet; he sucked one of the brothers’ cocks while stroking the other’s. After he had gotten them really hard with his mouth, Geoffrey got on his desk and spread his legs. Victor was lubing his cock and then Geoffrey’s ass. He was excited he had only sucked Victor. He proved to be as great a cocksman as his brother. He was driving Geoffrey wild with his fucking as Bobby stood nearby. Then Bobby lubed his cock, he placed it next to his brother’s at Geoffrey’s ass. He felt Bobby begin penetrating him.
Geoffrey had never thought of such a thing or thought it even possible! He was now being double penetrated by the brothers! Yes! Both of their prime Puerto Rican dicks were slammed inside him, they were both fucking him! Geoffrey felt each head and shaft spearing his innards, the sensations were unbelievable. Four heavy balls were crashing against his ass cheeks. The two cock were simultaneously going in and out of hole, his entire chute was wrapped around the two throbbing organs. Geoffrey was in a state of bliss from this incredible assault. He was babbling and gurgling, the brothers were grunting and groaning.
Geoffrey let out a piercing scream as he reached the most fantastic orgasm. His rock-hard dick blasted off in his pink jock. Bobby and Victor kept fucking him, then Bobby’s cock exploded, followed by Victor’s. Geoffrey’s insides were swamped by a sea of scalding Latin juice. One by one, the brothers withdrew their sated organs from Geoffrey’s his anal canal. His brutalized ass gaped, and the brothers’ semen flowed out onto the desk.
Geoffrey, with difficulty gathered himself together, went to the bathroom and returned to clean up the glowing Bobby and Victor who sat nude in wingchairs sipping tequila and vaping. When they were all clean and fresh from Geoffrey cleansing their cocks, balls and bodies with warm, soapy water applied to a washcloth, they rose and got dressed.
“Take it easy, Doc” said Bobby as the left.
The next day, Tuesday, Geoffrey was confused in his pink jock. It was 1:05 PM, and no trick had arrived. He got dressed. At 5:05 PM, he was in his pink jock waiting for Bobby. At 5:30 PM, while still in his jock his phone rang.
“Dr. Kirsch?”
“Yes.”
“This is Lou Madigan at The Fortune Society. I had just a call from Roberto Morales’ parole officer. Mr. Morales will no longer be attending therapy sessions with you. He and his brother have both gone into the Federal Witness Protection Program in return for their crucial testimony in a major criminal investigation. Now, there is a new parolee, I’ll send you his file. He can start next Tuesday. Of course, bill us for today’s session.”
“Certainly, thanks so much.”
Geoffrey poured himself a large glass of tequila and sipped. Then he got dressed and went home. The next few days were a strange adjustment, there were no more foreign men showing up to be serviced in his office, no more drug runs and no more Bobby and Victor. Life has its changes, he knew, and these must be accepted. He would soon be meeting Vadim, his new, Brooklyn-born 23-year-old ex-con patient. On Friday, Brock showed up outside after Geoffrey’s last patient. They were driving to Vermont to pick up their newborn son.
