HOT NEW THERAPIST -- PART 2 by pigbottom_28@yahoo.com
My next session happened on the following Tuesday evening. I wore really short tight shorts that made my ass look unbelievable and a real girly pink shirt that the fellas responded to in a real positive way. I walked across the park to get to therapy and along the way found myself the victim of quite a bit of some fun sexual harassment. Straight guys and gay guys looked me over fetchingly and made sure I was aware of their interest. One hot guy came right up to me and said he had a big load for my mouth. I was like, "Gotta run, but what's you number?" He said, "Come on, blow me now baby." I looked him over, realized he was totally my type (white, straight, young, hot, looked like he had been running) and that there was a big tree with lots of shade nearby. My watch said I had five minutes so we waltzed over to the tree, he unzipped and I got to work.
This blow job may have been the fastest one of my life. I usually like to do a whole lot of licking and sucking and teasing, but here my objective was to get his load and to get it ASAP. I formed a tight fist with my mouth clenched around his seven and a half inch jock cock and went to town on it. My mouth worked like a machine on his cock -- it was a firm grip and I just sucked real hard and fast. He honestly came down my throat in around 90 seconds, unzipped and kept on running. It may have been the most efficient blow job ever! And I still had around two minutes to get to my appointment without being a late faggot.
I decided if I was gonna make it there on time I would have to run, which isn't all that easy with a hard-on in tight shorts. Even so, I kept up a steady pace and got there with a brief second to spare. I was kinda sweaty and gross when I walked in, but at least my cock had softened to some degree, so it wasn't entirely embarrassing.
The first thing that happened when I walked in was that my therapist suggested I go clean up. He said, "you have cum on your chin and on your pretty little shirt fag. Maybe you want to clean up before we start here? Alright?" His words were a little severe, but his tone was completely level-headed and sincere. It was almost like he was just giving me some helpful guidance.
So, I guess I did have a reason to be ashamed, but not really. I probably did it on purpose anyway, just to see what kind of reaction fresh cum on the face would provoke.
I cleaned my self up a bit, stuck a finger in my hole and sniffed my ass. There was a lingering smell of cock and cum from earlier that morning (a hot guy at the local bagel store who fucked me in the store's dark bathroom while a line formed outside), and it sent my mind reeling. I brought myself back to reality and re-entered the session. When I walked in I was shocked to find Todd standing there jacking his meaty cock off. He said, "don't touch me. Just watch me for a moment." I stood there entranced by his cock and his overall sexiness. I wondered what form of therapy this was. How could this conquer my sexual addiction? I really wanted to move forward and suck him off. I wanted too bad. He saw that hungry look in my eyes, and told me to shut up and just watch and learn.
A minute later Todd stopped jerking and put his cock back in his pants. He told me to sit down and explain how that experience made me feel. I didn't know what to say. Was there a correct answer? How could I answer honestly and still get to feed on his massive cock? I was baffled and I'm sure he could sense my confusion.
He told to close my eyes and just speak naturally about why I wanted his cock that badly. I explained that I was a cockwhore and that I lived for yummy delicious cum and for big cock.
He said, "no, no, no...I know that already. Don't tell me what you are. Tell me why you need cock."
I didn't know what to say. All I could think was, "God, I want this man's cock so bad." I know it makes me sound like a broken record, but I couldn't honestly answer him. I had no idea what was triggering me to be the consummate cocksucker. Was there something in my past? Some form of abuse. Who knew? Was my therapist really trying to figure these things out or was he just trying to drive me crazy and make me addicted to his cock? Or could there be a fine line between those two possibilities?
I decided to start talking stream of consciousness. I explained that I had been sucking cock since I was thirteen years old and that I hadn't really found a better way to communicate with men. It seemed to inspire a wide range of reactions, but mostly it was a way of gaining attention from attractive, confident men. All this stuff seemed pretty plain and obvious, and I guess even superficial. There had to be something more, buried underneath the surface. Some subtext which would explain my need to be a cocksucker extraordinaire.
I spewed all this nonsense to Todd and he smiled knowingly and assured me we would get to the bottom of this. I asked if he would ever let me suck him off, and he giggled. I wondered what that meant, but I knew I was making him hard.
I told him that Tobey was a friend of mine and he explained he couldn't discuss other clients but that Tobey sure had a fine asshole. I wondered a little about professionalism, but I suppose that went right out the door the first time I walked in begging for his cock.
Todd explained that our session was over and that I did good work, and that he was no longer taking checks. Would I please pay in cash? I didn't mind, and it actually turned me on to give him cash for his services. I believe kinda strongly that hot men deserve to be paid for their talents. Perhaps that's something I should look into. Or not.
Well, our session was over, so I figured it was time to walk back across the back. By this point I was superhorny and ready to suck any and all cocks that came before me on my voyage home.
To Be Continued Again, I think. God, is this weird, or what?
Pigbottom_28@yahoo.com
Thanks for indulging me. I really want to see where this goes.