This story is about a man who has casual sex with several men. Not suitable for underage.
Some parts have really happened to me so I decided to make a story out of it. Enjoy, comment here or feedback through my profile Thank you!
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It's my first appointment with the sex therapist and I admit I'm not sure what to expect.
I enter his office and this tall, handsome man shakes my hands and asks to make myself comfortable.
'Thank you for seeing me in such short notice Dr...'
'When you are here I prefer you to call me Jack. No doctor this or doctor that. I just want you to be at ease and treat me like a friend. Here you can say anything you want and however you want.'
'Okay, well thank you Jack. This makes it all easier for me.'
'You don't mind if I call you Will, do you?' said the sex therapist.
'No, please do. I will feel that I'm talking to someone I know instead'
'Instead of keeping the barriers up between us' interrupts Jack smirking. 'So I will make your journey through it all easy, if you tell me why you are here as you would talk to your best friend and remember whatever you say is confidential. To start, are you comfortable enough? Do you need a glass water?'
'No Jack, I'm fine as I am. But do you mind if I take my jumper off? It's nice and hot in here and I feel a bit overdressed'
'Please, go ahead.'
So I take my jumper off and I sit in a very wide armchair and Jack sits not far from me holding a notepad and a pen'
'These are just to keep some notes about our talks. Nothing to worry about. Now Will, tell me how did it all start?' asks Jack.
'I think it must have been about two or three years ago. By then I had been married to Roberta for about eleven years and our sex life was reduced to just being in the same bed at night.' I say without mincing words.
'So it had been a long time since you had sex with your wife. Is that correct?'
'Yes, Jack. Suddenly she did not find me attractive anymore, she was not intimate with me. She was using a different bathroom and also didn't want to see each other naked.'
'Will, did this affect you? Were you worried she was cheating on you? Or'
'I never thought she cheated on me. I thought she was not into sex anymore till one night I found how wrong I was. That night of two-three years ago I woke up and to my surprise Roberta wasn't next to me in bed. So I went downstairs and noticed the light dimmed down and Roberta lying on the sofa with the computer on. She couldn't see me but I could clearly see that she was watching: some lesbian porn and quietly masturbating.'
'Did you confront her that night? Did you say anything?'
'Honestly no, nothing. I was so taken back because I thought she was off sex altogether that seeing her wanking... sorry masturbating'
'Will we said at the beginning you can talk freely here. Don't correct yourself or apologise.'
'I was really shocked to see Roberta wanking to lesbo porn that I didn't know what to do, Jack. I never confronted her. I quietly returned to bed before she noticed me.'
'Are you okay to keep going or do you want to stop? Are you upset?'
'No, Jack, it's fine. Not upset at all. But what happened next involves me this time. A couple of days after my mind was still surprised and puzzled at the thought that someone might prefer to fuck someone of the same-sex. That day there was a problem with the trains at the station and I was stuck after work, trying to get home. I felt at a loss as the departure board seemed not to give any clear indication about the next train so I went to the kiosk to ask for more info. And when the man at the kiosk said that the next train was in about one hour and half and to that I blurted, a bit upset 'What am I supposed to do in all this time?' so he replied grinning. 'You can release the pressure' while suggestively he rubbed his leg up and down.'
I walked away unsure about what he meant. Did he suggest I wank in the loo? And purposelessly I was looking back at him.'
'How did this situation make you feel?' says Jack
'I was still thinking about same sex attraction and something in me stirred. I had to go to the loo anyway and as I entered what was a deserted toilet, I went straight to the urinals to pee. It could have been just a few seconds later and the kiosk man was at the urinal next to mine, unzipped his cock and was gently massaging it. 'I knew you had a first-class dick. I can tell these things.' he said first staring at my cock and then touching it.'
'Did you take his hand away from it? Or did you enjoy his touch?' adds Jack.
And with that I noticed that Jack starts to feel somehow uncomfortable. At first he seems to hide it scribbling on his notebook and then putting one leg over the other.
'I admit I enjoyed his touch. It had been a while since someone was interested in me in that way. So I felt wanted and I wanted to be desired. The man was pleasant, tall, broad shoulders and a good size dick too. By then I decided to touch him back and feel what someone else's dick was like.'
'So what happened next?'
'The kiosk man pulled me in a cubicle and closed the door. It felt amazing to be wanted. It all made me feel I was doing something dangerous and sensual at the same time. He went down on me and started to suck me gently at first and then harder. It felt like he wanted me and my dick unconditionally as sucking me hard was a way to take me raw and manly'