I started seeing a new therapist this month, and God is he hot. This man is a total dream come true. His name is Todd and he is 35, tall and thin but with some great definition. I'd say he was 6'2, 180 pounds, with strong masculine hands and arms and built muscled legs that fill out his jeans in all the right places. The best part is his piercing blue eyes and sexy shaved head which is a total turn on. When I first walked into his office, I almost passed out.
The thing about Todd that is so damn exciting is that he acts real natural and relaxed about his looks. You can tell he gets a lot of babes or ass or whatever it is he wants, but he isn't arrogant about it. It's just second nature to a guy that hot, smart and confident.
When Todd began to explain his particular brand of therapy to me, I knew I was in the right place. He had been highly recommended to me by my friend Tobey, another insatiable bottom dealing with similar sexual compulsive issues. Supposedly, Todd was a special kind of guy who was able to help submissive bottom guys come to terms with their sexuality and what not. Todd explained that his style was a combination of the typical "talk" therapy" along with some advanced "physical" work we would graduate to. I wondered what he meant by that, but when he said the word "physical" he adjusted a sizable package in his tight jeans and gave me a cute sly wink.
We decided to have 9pm sessions cause that way it would neither interfere with my work schedule nor his many other sessions. It seems he was a very busy therapist. I was glad to have lots of money so I could afford his $250 an hour fee. I knew that rate was a little steep for therapy, but Tobey told me it was the best money he ever spent and he predicted he would probably stay in therapy for the rest of his life. I always thought people go into therapy so they can fix their problems and move on with their lives. When I explained that to Tobey (who is such a cutie-pie its unbelievable; I'm surprised the boy isn't raped the second he opens his front door in the morning) he just kinda blinked and moved on to another subject.
Tobey is the ultimate bottom boy. He has a dreamy bubble butt that sends both gay and straight men right to heaven. He has had more straight cock than ANYONE I know, and he is very proud of that fact. I tend to get more gay guys but they are the really nasty, assertive gay guys who aren't happy unless they leave their loads and piss all over me. There are many times where I wake up outside a hot top's apartment, naked with dried cum all over me. I tend to smell like shit at those points, but I still look damn good. Tobey and I could be brothers, except I am a blonde and he is a brunette. We have really similar features like small pointy noses and big expressive pretty brown eyes. Most guys think we are brothers and that is cool too.
Tobey and I have been friends since another guy we know, Paul, decided it would be fun to have two bottom boys at his service one night. We spent the entire night side by side licking his feet, balls, ass and cock, until he had cum many many times in and on us. For whatever reason, we found this both to be fun, funny and totally exciting; it was the ultimate bonding experience. We wound up finding other guys to do this with, but also to just develop a normal friendship. We would talk on the phone, go to see movies, go to bars, and even sometimes hook up a little if we were REALLY horny. We were just like a couple of cute Catholic-school girls. I even had pictures of Josh Hartnett plastered all over my wall, whereas Tobey had Ashton Kutcher. Either way, we were pretty happy in our sexcapades and whatnot.
Anyway, the reason Tobey went into therapy was simple. He heard it was fun and that Todd was a really interesting guy. For whatever reason, that was enough. Sure, Tobey had some sex addiction issues, but did he really care about confronting them? I'm really not sure. After Tobey's first session, he rang me up and told me I had to meet this guy and that it was well-worth the high price. I was reluctant for quite awhile, but one weekend, after having been gangbanged by around 40 different guys I thought maybe it was time for some lite therapy.
So, I went in for that first meeting, the one where Todd adjusted his cock in front of me. The next thing I knew I was licking my lips and down on my knees begging to suck his big cock. He did something very tricky then. He said, if I was a good boy and we talked for a little while about why I was doing that and what it was all about, maybe I would get myself a reward. So, we talked about my childhood, and about my love for cock, my depression about all the hostility and war in the world and all that crap. I am an open book, so all my angst just came pouring out of me. It was actually a wildly emotional and exhaustive session.
After a good deal of this crap, he told me I had done a good job, and that I should come back for another session next week.
I left that session feeling both elated and frustrated. I felt that I had released a great deal of emotional trauma and I wasn't sure exactly how he had inspired it. Was it purely at the thought of getting some cock as a reward? I didn't get that reward, which also frustrated me, but I was totally hard and couldn't get the image of his huge boner out of my mind. In my head, this was a thick, juicy eight-incher with a hot mushroom head and lots of precum pouring out. This was a cock I was gonna worship someday. I would learn how to harness its power and it would own me in every which way. I wanted to be a whore for this man's cock.
I jerked off every night that week thinking about pleasing my hot new therapist. I called Tobey and told him how thrilled and excited I was, and he said "just wait until the second session."
To Be Continued...I think...if its worth it, and if there is enough here for a story... Is there? Feedback is much appreciated at pigbottom_28@yahoo.com
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