Finding His Truth

Taking a deep breath in an attempt to control his nerves, Scott reached out and pushed the doorbell of the suburban house. He took a step back and wiped his slightly sweaty hands on his jeans. He shouldn't be this nervous as he has spoken to Enrico on the phone a couple of time. But this was the first in person meeting between the two.

Footsteps could be head approaching from the other side of the door. Scott willed himself to relax once more as he heard the deadbolt slide back. The door opens inward revealing a very handsome, Latino man. Maybe upper twenties or, at most, thirty, six-foot, maybe six-one with what was probably a fit muscular body beneath the light cotton pants and short sleeved button up shirt. The shirt was open a couple of buttons showing the top of the caramel skinned chest. The man's face was classically handsome with a closely trimmed beard, beautiful brown eyes and black hair groomed to enhance his looks.

"Scott?" the Latino man asked, smiling easily, showing off near perfect teeth. He reached his hand out in Scott's direction.

"Yes, I'm Scott," he said after a brief pause. "And you must be Enrico." Reaching out Scoot grasped the proffered hand and the two shook hands firmly. Lasting maybe a little longer than a normal handshake, Scott was the first to withdraw. Rico maintained his firm grip for a half second more before releasing the other's hand.

"Please come in and please call me Rico," he said as he made room for Scott to enter. Closing the door, he said, "Please remove your shoes, you can even take off your socks if that would be more comfortable." Scoot took a moment to remove his shoes and as he was about to stand back up saw that his host was barefoot, so he also removed his socks. Smiling, Rico lead the way from the entry into the living room. "Please take a seat, can I get you something? Water, coffee, tea, Wine?" Scott looked at the available seats and chose the couch rather than one of the arm chairs.

"Anything would be fine, thanks," Scott replied as he seated himself stiffly on the edge of the couch. He looked around the room while rubbing his hands on the cushion near his legs.

Rico watch the older man, smiled and said, "Wine it is, looks like you could use something to relax. Don't worry, you're safe here. As we talked about there is no pressure here." Rico went to the sideboard and poured two glasses of a nice Syrah. He handed a glass to Scott and then took his own seat in once of the large chairs. Rico sat easily and comfortably, his presence seeming larger than it should.

The two men sat quietly for a few minutes, sipping at their wine. Finally, Rico spoke. "So Scott, as we talked about I am not a professional therapist or anything, I've had some training in various relaxation techniques and some classes in other therapeutic techniques. I don't charge anything, I just want to help people. If you're ever uncomfortable or just want to leave, let me know. No judgements or requirements. Now, would you please go over again why you're hear and what you're looking for?"

Scott took a larger swallow of his wine and set his glass on the table in front of him. "Well, as I mentioned, I recently had a couple of occasions where my interactions with a young man were less than satisfactory." As he was about to continue, Rico interrupted.

"Hold on, Scott. Please speak plainly, more relaxed, " he encouraged.

Taking a deep breath, Scott recommenced. "The last couple of times that I hooked up with this guy I was unable to perform. I couldn't stay hard even though this guy was very sexy. I had met him a number of times and usually didn't have any trouble. He thought maybe I was stressed and just needed to relax. He gave me your number saying that you might be able to help me. I think after it happened the first time, I was thinking too much about it so it was more likely to happen again."

"Ok," Rico responded. "Let's get some basic information so I understand you a little better. First, please describe yourself, physically."

"I'm 42 years old, 5'8" and a little under 200 pounds. I think I'm in OK shape but I don't workout regularly or anything."

"Do you consider yourself gay or bisexual?

"Gay."

"When did you come out?

"I was 35."

Rico cocked his head, "Late bloomer, then," he said, smiling.

"I suppose so. Looking back, of course, I always was, I just didn't really think about it," returning the smile, beginning to relax.

"Top, bottom or versatile?"

"I've been a top since coming out."

"Never tried being a bottom? Any fantasies about that? What lead you to be a top?" Rico asked delving deeper into the older man's psyche.

"Not really, I guess it is just easier to find a hookup. Seems like ninety percent of the guys on the apps are looking for tops. I suppose I have some curiosity but I have trouble talking about what I want. I think, due to my age, that guys think I know what I'm doing."

Rico chuckled, "Yeah, it does seem to appear that way, even most of the verse guys usually want to bottom. Tell me about things you like during a hookup, types of guys you like, activities, whatever."

Scott reached for his wine and took another swallow before continuing. Rico could see the older man was uncomfortable with opening up this way to a stranger.

"Scott, take a moment, breathe and relax. I know this type of conversation can be difficult if you are not used to talking about it. Just know that, in all likelihood, there is nothing that you say that I haven't heard or probably done. As I said, no judgements. This information will help me figure out how to help you." Rico had some ideas of what Scott needed based on his conversations with Scott's hookup.

"Let's take this one thing at a time. What kind of guys do you like?" Rico asked.

"I tend toward guys that are younger than me, 20's to mid 30's, usually taller than me but sometimes shorter. I like guys that are in good shape, you know, go to the gym regularly but not took bulky or serious about it. Jocks I guess."

Rico nodded as he watched Scott talk, looking at his body language. "Do you like white guys, black guys or what?"

"I don't really reject any races but I do find that I am more attracted to Asians and" pausing for a moment and breaking eye contact, "Latinos." Reaching again for his wine.

"Don't be embarrassed, every guy has their type," Rico responded as he watched Scott over the rim of his glass. "We can explore that later. Now, what do you like sexually?"

"Well," Scott began, "I really like hugging, kissing and body contact. I like to suck cock, although I don't think I'm very good. I like to rim a nice, clean ass. I like to get sucked, of course. Fucking is pretty good, except these last couple of times. I like the tightness around my cock." It felt good to actually talk about this as he had never done before. Scott was finally starting to relax, maybe it was the wine, maybe it was Rico, who knows?

Rico nodded at each item listed by Scott, making mental notes. "So why don't you think you are very good at sucking?"

"I guess, I worry if I'm doing a good job. I don't think I produce as much spit as the guys that have sucked me. I can't do deep throating. I get tired pretty quickly so I usually move to something else."

Seemingly understanding, Rico asked, "So have any of the guys you've been with ever complained? Not everyone can deep throat, So I wouldn't worry about that."

Scott, breathing easily now, responded, "No one has complained, they seem to have a good time. Some of them I have met more than once, so something must be ok." Sipping his wine again to help dissipate his embarrassment.

"That's good to hear, you should feel good about that," Rico encouraged. "So tell me about the last couple of hookups that led you to me. Was there anything different than previous meetings?"

Scott thought for a brief moment. "Well, we were going along really well, with kissing and cuddling and sucking but when I got behind him to start fucking I went soft."

"So you were going to do him doggy. Was that how you had done it before?"

"No, the couple times before I was usually on my back and he would ride me cowboy style."

Rico made note of this in his head. "So, what your saying is that the only difference was the position. Have you been able to perform in the doggy position before?"

Scott thinks for a few moments, going through his past experiences. There hadn't been to many so it wasn't too hard to remember. "I have been able to do it before. Lots of guys seem to like that so that is often the position we take when we have sex the first time."

Rico and Scott continued to talk about the older man's sexual likes, dislikes, experiences and even touched on fantasy a little. By the end of their time that day Scott was very comfortable in sharing very intimate things with the handsome Rico.

"Well, Scott. Thank you for coming to see me. I think I have a pretty good idea of where your coming from. I have some ideas to help you relax and be more comfortable in your sexual life. I hope you can come back next week and we can try a few things." With that said Rico stood and reached his hand our to Scott to lead him to the front door.

All of the anxiety the Scott was feeling when he arrived had gone. He put his socks and shoes back on, then stood to face his new friend. "Thank you, Rico," he said extending his hand. Rico grabbed the hand and pulled Scott into a tight hug. Scott tensed at first then relaxed into the muscular body. He took a moment to breathe in the clean scent of the man holding him. Pulling his head back to look Rico in the face, he was surprised again when the Latin man's lips pressed into his.

The kiss was short, not a peck but not extended, the hug ended with an additional squeeze. The two separated, both men smiling. Scott opened the door and moved quickly outside. Rico remained in the doorway, watching the older man head to the street, knowing that he felt Scotts hardening cock during the kiss. Closing the door he nodded to himself and started developing a plan to help the man find his truth.

The following week, Scott returned to Rico's home. He was much more relaxed this time, having been here before. He pressed the bell and waited, anticipating seeing the handsome younger man again. The door opened revealing Rico wearing a similar type shirt to before, but instead of lightweight pants he had on white shorts which accentuated his brown muscular legs.

"Scott, welcome back. Come in." Scott entered and automatically removed his shoes and socks. Following Rico into the living room, Scott once again sat on the couch. This time there was a glass of wine waiting. The handsome Latin man grabbed his own glass and held it out. The two men clinked glasses and took sips. Rico had been bent at the waist for the toast, which meant his shirt hung away from his body allowing Scott to see the trimmed hair on the chest and belly.

Seating himself in one of the chairs, Rico inquired, "So how do you feel about what happened last week?"

"I was really nervous when we started, which I'm sure you could tell." Rico smiled slightly and nodded. Scott continued, "Talking about some of that was difficult but got easier. By the end, I was very comfortable. I appreciate that you listened and didn't judge, just like you said." Scott paused to take another sip of wine.

"I'm glad you were able to relax and open up. It will help you relax if you're not holding these things in. In our society, talking openly especially about sexual issues, adds a lot to our personal stress. I do have a question, though. What did you think of the hug and kiss at the door?" Rico lifted his glass and held it to his lips as he watched the older man.

Scott looked around the room, avoiding eye contact with the handsome younger man. "Well, it was certainly a surprise. But I enjoyed the hug, especially, and the kiss was also nice. Why did you do it?"

"You were so cooperative, talking openly with a stranger. I thought you could use a reward. Now, a little more personal question. Did it excite you?"

"Honestly, yes, I got a little excited," Scott admitted, blushing slightly. Once again the wineglass was raised to his lips.

"Don't be embarrassed. In addition to being a reward it was also kind of a test. You said you were attracted to Latino men, so I thought I'd test your reaction. You reacted as I expected," Rico said with a slight smile and a wink.

They chatted for a few minutes about the more mundane happenings of each of their weeks. Scott relaxed once again after talking about the embrace and kiss to which he reacted so strongly.

Rico changed the subject, "So Scott, this week I thought we would do a couple of things. I'd like to give you a massage for a couple of reasons. One is to test how your stress is affecting you muscles. The second is a bit more intimate in that I will be checking how your body reacts to stimulation. This is not about sex, directly. If at any time you are uncomfortable, I will change what I am doing or stop altogether. Would you be OK with that?" The younger man held eye contact with Scott, showing him that this was serious and more professional.

Scott remained quiet, turning from Rico's gaze but returning occasionally as he thought. "Ok, I think that would be OK."

"Great, come with me," Rico said as he stood and held a hand out. Scott took the hand and followed him through the house to a small room set up as a massage room. Once reaching the room, Rico released the other's hand. The table was covered in a sheet, the room softly lit, music softly playing.

"Take off your clothes and lay face down on the table. You can put your clothes on the chair over there."

Scott moved over to the chair and pulled his t-shirt over his head revealing his hairy chest. His skin was fairly pale. His torso showed signs of having been in better shape at one time, but now was showing some softness. He lowered his jeans over his hips, showing his black boxer briefs. Turning to sit on the chair to finish removing the jeans he noticed that Rico was watching him.

"Would you mind turning around?" Scott asked as he stood.

"I need to watch how your body moves. It helps me determine where you might have some tightness. Don't worry, I've seen naked men before, you won't offend me," Rico responded with a little humor in his voice and another of those beautiful smiles.

Accepting what was said, Scott turned his back and lowered his underwear, bending over to grab them from the floor an put them on the chair. I gave his cock a little shake to loosen things up before turning toward the table. His balls had pulled up a bit which caused his short dick to point forward rather than hang. Rico could see that Scott didn't seem to groom down below. Scott lay on the table as instructed, his face in the circle thing at one end.

"I'm going to move your feet a little," Rico stated. Scott felt a warm hand grab his left ankle and pull it to the side so his foot hung off the table. There was a pause as Rico moved around the table before Scott's right foot was moved to the side as well. "Now, your only job is to relax and breathe. But, again, tell me if you need something to change. You're doing really well, " he encouraged as he took in the naked form on his table.

Keeping contact, Rico moved up toward the head of the table, one hand traveling up the calf, thigh, glute and back until reaching the shoulder. Starting with the Trapezius, he palpated the younger man's back, testing for areas of tightness as well as the general muscle tone. After this brief assessment, Rico grabbed a small bottle of oil.

Warming some oil between his hands, he moved his hands from Scott's neck down his spine to the top of his glutes. Reversing direction he added a bit more pressure until he reached the neck once again. He repeated this a couple of time varying speed and pressure. At one point, having reached the shoulders again, Rico shifted to the side of the table to better address the upper back and shoulder.

The strong Latin hands explored the older man's muscles, finding the tension that result from daily work in front of a computer. Rico would occasionally make sure the bulge in his shorts pressed against Scott's arm and hand. Moving around the table, he engaged the other shoulder area. When he would find a particularly tight knot he would press an elbow, increasing pressure, waiting for both the tension to ease and Scott to wince in pain. It seemed that the older man had a fairly high tolerance.

"Just breathe through the pain. You're doing great, just remember to keep relaxed," Rico encouraged. Moving to the top of the table he began long, firm stroke from the neck, along both sides of the spine, down to the low back. Scott could feel the strong hands pressing into his body, enjoying the feeling. He tried to stayed relaxed as Rico found tight and tender spots. He was aware of Rico's crotch pressing into his hand and is head when Rico was at the top of the table.

A few more minutes work on the back and Rico moved to the other end of the table. Bending the left leg at the knee, The strong hands started to work on the foot. First light passes to gauge sensitivity and ticklishness, very little reaction. Then to stronger digging into the fascia of the foot. At a certain point Scott reacted, trying to pull the foot away. "Too much?" Rico asked.

" A bit, But I can take it," Scott said in answer.

"Just breathe and relax, I'll lighten up a bit," Rico said, smiling as he files away one more bit of knowledge. From the foot to the calf, the strong hands rubbed, squeezed and probed. The same techniques were used on the right leg before moving up to the thigh.

Climbing onto the table between Scott's legs, Rico began pressing his fist into first the right quads, then the left. Alternating legs, moving up the thighs and onto the glutes. He could feel Scott tense his glutes at the first touch. "Relax," Rico encouraged. The tension in the glutes lessened as the face down man released a deep breath. The motions up and down the quads and glutes continued for a few more passed before Rico got down from the table.

With more oil applied to his hand the young Latino began working on the older man's left thigh. Starting at the inner thigh and pulling laterally to stretch the adductors the leg was naturally pulled sideways, further spreading the legs. As Rico's hands moved higher, his fingers lightly grazed Scott's ballsac. Scott's breathing caught for a second at the intimate contact.

Rico moved up to Scott's buttcheeks, alternating left and right with circling fists. Each circle would pull a cheek away from the centerline, briefly exposing the tight anus. Grabbing the oil, he lets a small dribble enter at the top of the cleft and watching is slowly make its way down the hairy canal, crossing the hole and on down to the tight balls.

Holding the cheeks apart, Rico runs his long middle finger over the exposed hole. Seemingly involuntarily, Scott's hips rose to maintain the contact. A small moan of pleasure escaped the prone man's lips. Rico took note, that was not so unexpected from his perspective. A few more brushes across the hole and Rico made one more full body sweep.

"Take your time and turn over, slide yourself down so your head is on the table."

Scott took a moment before following the instructions. He turned, first to his right side and then finally onto his back. He looked up to see Rico smiling down at him. "Doing OK?" the young Latin asked.

"I'm good, thanks," Scott replied shyly.

Rico put a bolster under Scott's knees to take tension off of the hips and back. Starting at the man's feet, he worked his way up each legs with his oiled hands. With one hand under his ankle and one at the knee, Rico bent the leg at the knee and pushed all the way to the chest. This not only allowed him to test the older man's flexibility but also exposed the anus once again for a quick touch.