There was something about him.
Travis sat on the couch in front of me in my office. And there was just something different about him, different than any other man I'd helped.
"It's just, well.." he said nervously. He leaned on his knees with his hands together.
I bit on the edge of my pen, staring at him and studying him. I'd never seen a man so beautiful. "It's okay, Travis. This is a safe space. You can tell me."
And finally, after an hour of trying to get this frustrated, straight husband to open up, he told me what was wrong.
And I knew exactly what he needed.
ONE
Friday…
I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom across the hall from my office. I felt ready, nervous but ready. I was a therapist and a damn good one because I was willing to do what it takes to help my patients.
I was young and hungry for success.
My patients were men, and I specialized in a secret practice, helping them find some release.
Sexual release.
I was the best at what I did. And I always played safe and kept the control in my hands. They came to my office, I serviced them, and then I sent them on their way.
And so I stood in front of the mirror, ready to take another one.
But I felt different this time. There was something about the man that was coming in to see me. I felt different about him, attracted to him in a way I'd never felt.
But I buried those emotions to keep it professional.
I took a deep breath and went to my office to get ready for him.
***
Travis Clark walked into my office for the second time that week. It was a Friday and most everyone else in the office had gone home.
Travis Clark was built. I mean muscular as hell! The guy worked out as often as he could, and for a reason that we uncovered earlier in the week during his first session: he wasn't getting enough sex.
Sure, the guy had sex almost every night, but he felt like it was a one-two-step performance. He got her off, he finished, and that was it.
Travis was missing more from his sex life. He needed something different.
And so he and his wife had come into my office on Monday. They said they felt empty with one another. I talked to Travis alone while my partner Lisa talked to his wife. And everyone agreed to come back separately.
On Friday, Travis Clark walked into my office dressed in jeans and a plain shirt. "Hey, Doc. Am I too early?"
I checked the time. I smiled at him. "No, this is perfect. I was just getting ready for you."
"What is all this?" He looked around the room in confusion.
I'd moved the couch and desk aside. I sat a comfortable leather chair in the center of the room.
"This, my friend," I said as I put my hand on his shoulder. "Is how we are going to help you out."
"Okay..."
"Don't worry, buddy," I said calmly. "You'll love this."
I squeezed his bulging shoulder and directed him towards the chair. "Please go ahead and have a seat."
He sat down in the chair. I could tell by his expression that he was still confused, and a little nervous.
I stood in front of him. "Just relax, Travis. I'm not going to hurt you."
He laughed a little. "I know you won't."
I walked to my desk and took a blue blindfold from the drawer. I brought it to him and handed it to him. "Here, put this on."
He looked at it and back at me. "A blindfold? For what?"
I smiled. "Just trust me." I walked around behind the chair and started rubbing his tense, muscular shoulders. "Put it on, Travis."
He hesitantly put on the blindfold. He breathed short, fast breaths. His hands gripped the arms of the leather chair tightly. He was nervous, but he was also intrigued.
I left him for a moment and went to the light switch near my door. I dimmed the lights and made sure the door was locked.
Then I went back to him.
I stood behind the chair and rubbed his shoulders.
"That feels good," he said. "You have good hands."
I smiled. "Just wait, buddy. It's going to get better."
I rubbed his shoulders. I rubbed his neck.
In a minute he was more relaxed. He wasn't gripping the arms of the chair tightly. His body was relaxed, and he breathed easy and deep.
"I think I understand why you're so frustrated with sex, Travis."
"You do?"
I rubbed his arms. I leaned over the chair and rubbed his forearms. Then my hands went back to his shoulders and neck. "Yes I do. In all the times you've made love to your wife, you've never truly been serviced yourself."
He laughed softly again. "Oh yeah, and are you going to service me?"
I leaned over the chair. I reached in between his legs and gently squeezed his crotch. I whispered right into his ear, "That's exactly what I'm going to do."
He took in a deep, quick breath. "Fuck."
As I rubbed his crotch, I could feel his manhood starting to harden.
"Doc, you can't tell anyone about this," he said.
"Don't worry, man. This is just between us."
He started breathing heavier as my hands went from his shoulders to his arms and back to his crotch. I massaged whatever I could reach.
In no time, he felt hard as a rock inside his jeans.
My eyes caught him as he licked his lips. His head leaned back and he sighed with pleasure.
Straight men hardly ever know this kind of sensation, and I loved giving it to him.
"We need to get your clothes off," I told him.
He leaned forward, and he was about to start doing it himself.
But I pulled him back into the seat. "No, Travis. Let me do it for you." As I walked around the chair I spoke. "This is all about your pleasure, man. Let me take care of everything for you."
I slipped off my suit jacket and slung it over the desk. I loosened my tie, and then I knelt down in front of him.
I ran my hands up and down his thighs. They were muscular and hard. I squeezed and massaged them while he moaned under his breath.
Being right in front of him, I had a perfect view of the bulge in between his legs. His cock was begging to be let loose from those jeans.
I slipped off his shoes and socks. I took a few moments to rub his feet.
I ran my hands back up his legs until I got to the button and zipper of his jeans.
"Fuck," he moaned.
I undid the button. I pulled down his zipper slowly, and then he raised his hips for me to slide off his pants.
TWO
I slung them over the desk like my suit jacket.
I walked back around the chair behind him and pulled on his shirt.
He leaned forward.
I slipped his shirt off over his head.
"Doc, you should know I'm really fucking hard right now. Sorry, it's kind of embarrassing."
I laughed. I ran my hands over his bare chest and felt the goosebumps on his skin. "That's good, Travis. I want you to be hard. This is about your pleasure."
He went to grab his cock, but I brushed his hand away.
"No hands, buddy," I told him. "Let me do everything for you."
His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. "Fuck, man. I'm so turned on. I need to touch myself."
I grinned with satisfaction. "Not yet, buddy. I'll take care of you, I promise."
He stayed as still as he could.
I could see his cock twitching and flexing against the sheer fabric of his boxers.
I rubbed his chest, and then I ran my hand over his toned, flat stomach.
His whole body tingled.
As my fingers met the
trail of hair just beneath his belly button, I started biting and licking his ear.
"Fuck," he moaned again.
My fingers grazed along this trail of hair, and then they wandered lower to the top of his trimmed pubic hair that stuck out just beyond the waistline of his thin boxers.
With one hand I gently pinched his erect nipple, and with the other I groped his rock hard cock through the outside of his boxers. I could feel him throb in my hand.
"Oh my God," he moaned louder. He licked his lips. He breathed harder. Faster. He started gripping the arms of the chair tight again, only this time out of arousal.
"How does this feel?" I whispered.
He smiled, and he answered in between his quick breaths. "Feels good, Doc."
I rubbed his chest, his nipples, his shoulders and his stomach.
"Can I take the blindfold off?" he asked.
"No sir," I answered. "Not yet. You will later."
He licked his lips. "I can't wait."
"I'll be right back."
I went to my desk and brought out my next surprise for him, warm body oil.
"You're going to feel something wet," I told him.
He laughed. "What is it, Doc? You have a pussy for me?"
I smiled. "You'll see."
I drizzled the oil over his torso and rubbed it into his skin.
He moaned and sighed with pleasure.
Now that my hands were wet and warm, they felt ten times better on his shining, sleek body.
Finally, I was ready to take my exploration of his body to the next level.
I stood behind him, leaned over that leather chair, and I held onto his chest with one hand. With my other hand, I reached under the waistband of his boxers and gripped his shaft.
"Fuck," he moaned loud.
His cock was hard and aimed to his left. I rubbed it, felt it pulse with excitement. I reached lower and massaged his balls with a gentle motion. I reached lower and rubbed my fingertips against his swollen taint.
"Holy fuck, Doc, that's good!"
I was rock hard myself as I felt the fine hairs and smooth skin of his manhood parts. My mind started to wander. What did his balls taste like? His ass? His cock? I could hardly contain myself, but I knew I had to if I wanted to get him off the right way.
I walked around and knelt in front of him.
I slipped my fingertips under the waist band of his boxers. "Time to get completely naked, buddy."
He sighed with pleasure. "Fuck yeah, Doc. I've been waiting."
He lifted his hips and I slid off his boxers.
His big, beautiful dick sprang out. His balls were already raised towards his body. I could see his taint under them, swollen and prominent. His cock danced and flexed, pointed upward like it was screaming for attention.
Travis breathed short and fast.
"Take a few deep breaths, buddy," I told him.
He took some slow, deep breaths.
I rubbed my hands on his hairy, muscular thighs. "Try to stay relaxed. You don't want to come too quickly."
He grinned. "I don't know, Doc. The way you're treating me, I already feel like I won't last much longer."
"Trust me, you will."
I ran the tips of my fingers up his thighs and around the lower part of his stomach.
Travis’s body was tingling. Goosebumps rose on his skin. I knew he'd never been treated so well as this, at least not from his wife.
"Doc," he said, "just touch my cock already. I need it."
"Relax, Travis," I told him once again. "We have all evening. There's no need to rush."
He took a deep breath and did his best to stay calm.
I know it was hard for him. I mean that in a literal sense, and I also mean that it was hard for him to hold back. The poor guy hadn't had any release in a long time, not any real release anyway.
When I figured he'd suffered enough teasing, I finally gave his prick the attention he'd been waiting for.
But I didn't use my hands.
"Scoot forward, Travis."
I held his thighs as he moved his hips down towards the edge of the seat.
He licked his lips.
I could tell he was dying to take off the blindfold. He wanted so badly to see what I was going to do to him.
But I wouldn't let him.
He moved down to the edge of the chair. His cock swayed with his movements. Right in front of my face like a carrot being dangled before a mule.
My mouth was drooling.
I licked my lips, steadied myself as to not go crazy on his perfect body. Then I went to work.
I kissed his left knee first. It was a gentle peck just on the cap.
Travis breathed deep and slow.
Then I parted his legs, and I massaged his thighs while I held them.
Travis breathed a little shallower. "You're making it real fucking hard to relax, Doc."
I smiled. "Just keep breathing, slow and deep."
I kissed his thigh.
His cock twitched.
My mouth ventured closer.
I kissed his upper thigh, getting so fucking close to his cock that I could smell his musky scent from it. It was intoxicating. I could've gotten high from it.
"Fuck," he sighed. His fingers dug into the leather of the chair. He was so tense with arousal that it must've made his body ache.
I could feel my own cock press against the zipper of my pants. I was dripping with precome as I let my lips and tongue wander up the rest of his leg and towards his beautiful manhood.
Travis took in a deep breath. His nipples were hard like his prick. His balls raised a little. They were round and full, ready to burst.
And then finally, when neither of us could stand it, I put my lips on the bottom of his thick shaft.
"Fuck," he sighed. "Fuck, Doc. Yes."
I kissed his cock. I kissed it twice. Soft and subtle, teasing him.
I kissed his balls.
"Doc, suck me," he begged. "Suck my cock."
I rubbed his thighs. "Relax, Travis. Just relax."
With the tip of my tongue I licked up the underside of his shaft. His cock twitched and pulsed. It tasted clean, and it smelt like a man. Like a giant, alpha man, and that's what Travis was.
My body tingled with desire for him.
My asshole puckered when I thought about what I was going to let him do to me before he left this office.
Just when he seemed like he couldn't stand waiting any longer, I gave him a taste of what was to come.
I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock.
"Fuck yes!" he groaned. His voice was deep and rough. Rugged and masculine. "Come on, doc. Suck me."
I kept my lips just around the head of his aching, throbbing prick. I could already taste a string of precome oozing out of him. I savored the flavor on my tongue, sucking and swallowing it.
As my lips stayed wrapped around his shaft, I danced the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock. I flicked it and toyed with it.
He raised his hips. He wanted more of cock in my wet., warm mouth.
But I pressed his thighs down and kept him in his seat.
I released his cock from my lips. "Stay down, boy. I'll take care of you, I promise."
He went to take off the blindfold.
I grabbed his hand. "No, Travis. Not yet."
He groaned. "Doc, you've got me so fucking horny. I can't take this."
I rubbed his legs. "Yes you can, Travis. Remember, deep breaths. Take deep breaths. I'll take care of you, I promise."
He took deep breaths.
I waited.
It wasn't easy to sit there and wait for him to calm down. My body wanted his so badly my own cock felt ready to burst. I wanted to fuck him hard and long. I wanted to blow his mind in a way that no other person had in his life. I wanted to be the best release he'd ever had.
He calmed down enough.
A drop of precome drizzled down his shaft and gleamed in the dim light of my o
ffice.
I went back to work on him.
I kept my hands on his legs, fighting my temptation to put them on the rest of his body.
I put my lips and tongue back on the bottom of his shaft.
As my mouth teased him further, Travis took in a few deep breaths to keep himself from losing control. His fingers dug into the arms of the chair. I could hear them crinkle the leather.
I licked up to the head of his cock again.
I stared up at his face.
His lips were open and his nostrils flared. His head leaned back. He was ready.
I parted my lips and slid his cock in between them. This time, I went down halfway on his shaft. I had to stretch my mouth open so far that it hurt my jaw a little. His cock was that thick. It was all I could do not to let my teeth graze against his skin.
"Holy fuck," he sighed. He started breathing shorter, faster.
I needed to remind him to relax again, but his cock felt so good in my mouth that I bobbed up and down a few times first.
I kept my lips loose around his shaft. I kept my tongue flat under him. I kept it wet and warm for him.
"Oh my God, Doc. Your mouth feels so hot!"
I released his cock and took a moment to catch my breath. A string of drool and precome stretched from the edge of my lips to the head of his cock.
"Fuck," I whispered.
Travis looked fucking hot as hell, sitting blindfolded and waiting, aching for more attention.
"Remember, Travis. Stay relaxed. I don't want you to finish yet."
He took a deep breath. "Right, Doc. Sorry. You're just getting me so fucking close."
I smiled with satisfaction.
I leaned forward, back to in between his legs. I wrapped my lips around his cock and went down.
"Fuck," he moaned.
I felt his thick, throbbing manhood slide over my tongue.
I went lower.
I took his cock all the way until it barely touched the back of my throat. My jaw was opened wide and aching. Drool spilled over his shaft.
I held my breath and bobbed slightly on his cock, letting him poke the back of my throat.
"Oh my God," he groaned. "Holy shit, Doc."
I lifted my head, sucking on his pecker as I rose up.
I could taste his precome. By now it was pouring out of his cock. My mouth felt drowned in it, and I fucking loved it.
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