Total Relaxation Therapy
Bald Hairy Man
This is pure fantasy. If you are offended by stories about gay men and gay sex, or if you are under age, DO NOT READ IT. It is not a guide to safe sexual techniques. It does not depict real men, or real situations. It does not depict necessary safe sex practices. Fantasy characters can do anything they want, real men can not!
Total Relaxation Therapy (TRT) is a hobby, not a business. It could be considered to be a charity, since there were no costs and no fees. It is the creation of my partner, retired doctor Thomas R. Thompson. The TRT name matched his initials. Tommy thought that was karma.
Tommy's medical career specialized in broken bones. He is 72 years old and would be still practicing medicine if his eyesight had not begun to fail. He thought he could continue, but figured a single error would ruin the rest of his life.
I was his preferred physical therapist, Travis. I retired at sixty-two because I was just worn out. Physical therapy is exhausting. Since I'm six-three and 225 pounds, I handled bigger men and women. I realized I wasn't young any more and it was getting to be too much for me.
Tommy and I have been sex buddies for thirty years and partners for twenty-five. At first we connected because of sexual compatibility. We became more compatible as we got older. I was not totally monogamous. That could have been a problem except Dr. Tommy discovered that we shared similar sexual tastes. He liked men I like and I liked his playmates. Tommy moved in elite social circles. I moved in less elite circles. I am a good judge of character and found nice guys. Incidentally, I found mostly well-hung nice guys. Cocks are not particularly class conscious. Tommy liked a little variety from time to time.
Like me, Tommy was willing to make use of opportunities when he encountered them. Some of his friends were excited because they thought I was rough trade. As far as I could tell, that applied to anyone who had an inadequate trust fund.
Due to my work I ran into a lot of working men: manual laborers, construction workers, delivery men and the guys who work on loading docks. Injuries, aches and pains are typical given their work. I helped them with these problems. Physical therapy is hands-on and intimate. I worked with several fine female therapists. Because therapy can be intimate, they usually handled or female patients.
Periodically therapy it became very intimate. That was rare, but I seemed to encounter good men who were sexually needy. That was not entirely unwelcome. After the course of therapy was complete, I connected with a few of them.
Dr. Tommy never had a real schedule. Accidents and falls occur randomly. Since Tommy was unmarried, he was often on call for the man or woman who fell down the stairs in the middle of the night, or was in a car accident. Tommy was energetic and not at all grumpy. He knew that early treatment often solved problems. He was calm, competent and reassuring for patients and their families in difficult situations.
Retirement meant we had no emergencies and no drama in our lives for the first time in years. That was a problem. Life seemed flat. I lived in a converted carriage house next to Tommy's house. It was built for a mansion next door. The owner died and his heirs wanted to tear the carriage house down and put a small apartment house in its place. That was not allowed by zoning, so the owner was going to demolish it. The area was a historic district so that was a problem. Tommy bought it and renovated it as a guest house. I am technically his permanent guest. I was afraid the neighbors might complain, but having a knowledgeable and helpful doctor in the neighborhood was convenient for them.
Tommy was a workaholic who could no longer work. Now that he was retired, he decided to focus his retirement years on sex. He thought of sex as therapy. He used sex to relax after a hard day. Tommy wanted to teach men how relax using sex as relaxation tool. Most men have sexual hang-ups and set limits on sexual activities. He wanted to teach men how to wallow in sex; to jump into the deep end of the pool.
This was not exactly following in the footsteps of Mother Theresa, but it was sort of a charitable activity. It turned out to be a good post-retirement hobby for him and for me. It was good to help uptight and uneasy men to relax and learn to enjoy their bodies. It was also intensely enjoyable and provided as much entertainment for us and as for the men who participated.
Tommy believed man sex could be a group activity that was shared equally between all participants. Sex between men produces only pleasure when done right. Tommy felt sex should be equally pleasurable for both men. Many men are in a rut and avoid experimentation. Some men are all top and want to dominate the bottom or the sucker. The sucker is often regarded as inferior to the man being sucked. That doesn't seem to realistically describe the sensations. Both men usually enjoy it. Many men enjoy taking another man's sperm. It usually excites both of them.
Total Relaxation Therapy's motto was, "Open Mind, Open Mouth, and Open ass." Tommy wanted only mutually enjoyable activities. He was opposed to pandering to personality defects or mental illness. Sadism, enjoying pain, and humiliation were not part of a healthy person's life.
When I was working, I encountered some patients who shared my interests. Orlando Smith called himself Smitty. He was a grumpy former carpenter who had been injured when he was fifty-five. He was in constant pain until I helped him. He was not prone to be cheerful. I noticed that during a therapy session he got excited. I later ran into him and we connected sexually.
Smitty told me he had never done anything like what we did. I suspected he was shaving the truth. He eventually told me he had never married because he never dated. He had been a softball player in the adult league. He had a good friend on the team who died in a car crash. I knew that admitting to being a gay man was impossible for him. Having gay sex was not.
Smitty never got over being a bit grumpy, but I discovered he was never grumpy when sexually engaged. He mellowed and found some friends. Sex can be mind-blowingly pleasurable. Sexually I believe in giving, taking and sharing. I am interested in sharing pleasure, not proving I'm a man and domineering another person.
I had another patient who responded to my therapy. Shortly before I retired I helped a man called Tony Baloney. His real name was Anthony De Bologna. He was an EMT and the "big guy" on the truck. Emergency trucks are usually at an accident site well before heavy equipment could be mobilized. The big guy cleared away debris and lifted heavy objects. That included overweight injured people. Tony was close to being a human bulldozer.
Tony's truck was rammed while on an emergency call by a guy named Tennyson De Witt, who turned out to be the son of a local bank president. Tony was badly hurt. Dr. Tommy stuck him back together. Tommy told me the surgery was like doing a jigsaw puzzle made up of parts of a man. After Tony was strong enough, I did my best to get him moving again. I was the only physical therapist who was big enough to deal with him. Tony tried to be helpful, but it was painful.
By accident his cock became erect during therapy. He was embarrassed, and I told him it often happened. As part of therapy I have to work on the entire body, even near the intimate parts. After he left the rehab center Tony went home to his elderly parents. They were good, intelligent people, but when he had a weekly session with me, he could relax. He told me the erections had stopped and that he had looked forward to them. The erections made him feel like a normal guy. I told him I was gay and said I could help him with that, if he wished.
"Maybe just once," he said. When I took his load he was a happy man. I took every drop. An evidence free orgasm was a wet dream come true for him. His mother was nursing him at home. Tony hadn't felt pleasure in months. Two weeks later Tony told me he like it a lot. He was a lot better than the guy he had met in the Navy.
After six months of therapy he was functioning well and no longer needed my help. He live in an apartment in a building with an elevator. We were friends by then and I took him home for dinner. After dinner I drained his balls for desert. Doc Thompson, Tony and I became friends and playmates.
Tony got a good job as security at the city library. The head of the security was small man, Milton Dunn, who specialized in rare book and art larceny. Tony's job was to deal with mentally ill persons and with men looking for sex in secluded locations. Tony was physically imposing, and he had some scars on his face that added to a menacing aura as necessary. A "I think you had better move on," warning usually did the trick. If it didn't Tony could change his polite smile into a Frankenstein type scowl. That always worked.
Total Relaxation's first post-retirement charitable effort to bring joy to gay men involved Smitty, Tony and one of Tommy's former orderlies, Raymond. Ray was a big guy who tended to handle the patients with physical and mental problems. He also took care of his sickly mother. Tommy had met the woman and noted that the only evidence of illness was her constant whining.
Dr. Tommy explained to the men that he was working on a pain reduction scheme. "This therapy is unorthodox, but it comes from my own experience. You may not know that Travis and I are life partners. We were sexual playmates and have become increasingly close to each other. Sex is an important part of our lives. We have discovered that the intensity of the sex and our happiness are directly connected."
"My plan is for us all to get relaxed, get naked, and then let nature take it course. You are all good men. Let's see how much fun we can have," Dr. Tommy said. "Right off the bat, let me say, I like to suck; I like to fuck; I like to be sucked and I love to be fucked. I love it when a man shoots off in my mouth or ass. My ass is not officially designated as a county recreational site, but let me assure you it is available for your recreational use."
"I am a doctor and I can certify that all your cum is edible!" He added. The men laughed.
"Some of us have bodies that are not ready for prime time," Smitty remarked.
"This is not a beauty contest," I said. "Let me correct that a little. I will give an award for the most attractive asshole after several penetrations. I will give a special award for the most attractive display of sperm decorating an asshole and another award for the most fetching view of an open mouth taking a fresh load."
"It sounds messy," Ray said.
"You remember what I said about edible cum?" I asked. The men laughed again.
As I recall, the newspaper personal advice columns have never listed getting naked and sporting a semi-erect cock as a way to make friends quickly. For certain discerning groups, that technique works like a charm.
I went to Ray. As an orderly, not having sex with a patient was an essential part of his life. He tended to see all men as potential patients. Ray was beefy. When he was dressed he looked fat. Nude he was solid and mostly muscle. We had a little talk. Ray was all bottom, at least he thought he was all bottom. He was one of those men who took the path of least resistance. He had a gay friend who was a top. That friend had an apartment near Ray's house and it was easy to drop in, get fucked and be home in time to take care of his mother.
Ray's playmate always topped, but he had another unusual skill. He could adjust his fucking time. He could shoot off in two minutes or two hours depending on Ray's schedule. The friend also said his ass was too tight to take Ray's cucumber style cock. Ray thought he was born to serve.
Luckily cocks have their own needs. While they spend most of the day soft, when they are inspired, they can be demanding. Dr. Tommy worked with Tony and Smitty. Tommy was versatile and imaginative. He had an almost childish glee in sex and wanted to meet the sexual needs of other men. It was an enjoyable game for him. Tony and Smitty were pleased to be included in the game.
I have a fantasy that I am just a guy who has ordinary sexual tastes. While I like all cocks, I have a slight fetish for big ones. I discovered that Ray had a big one and he had never poked it into an ass. I knew I had the interest. I didn't know how I would react to his cock.
Let's just say I introduced Ray to my sphincter. For him it became the Gate to Heaven by the time half of his cock was in me. I grabbed his cock with my sphincter as it popped past my sphincter and his knob massaged my prostate. Two hours later he had shot off twice in my ass. The event was all but over and the men left. I apologized to Doc for making a fool of my self.
"Travis you are the poster guy for anal sex. You take every cock and every load. When cum began to drool from your ass, Smitty or Tony used their cocks to push it back and pack it deep for the man who would fuck you next. It was beautiful."
"By the time our guests left they had an encyclopedic knowledge of the joys of anal sex. I couldn't have asked for more," Tommy said. He paused and then added, "You may have noticed I have been fucking you several times a week for thirty years.
"When I fucked you today it was still beautiful. I don't know how many loads our guests' ejaculated into you. When my cock touched your hole, it quivered. When I popped past your sphincter it caressed my knob. Your sperm lubricated fuck tunnel was still tight. The sperm felt wonderful. It was as if my cock was the guest of honor."
He raised my legs and spread them wide. Seconds later his tongue touched my asshole.
"Has my baby been a good boy or a bad boy?" he asked. I relaxed my hole. Some sperm began to drool from my over used hole.
"A really nice man left a snack for you," I said in a childlike voice. Tommy licked up the sperm drool after he stopped laughing. He was finishing up when the doorbell rang. Tommy put on a robe and answered the door.
It was Marc Seaman, one of Tommy's old friends from his medical school days. I knew his name, but little more.
"Am I here at a bad time?" Marc asked.
"I'm not sure. I've been having some fun with my partner, Travis. Would you like to join us?" Tommy asked.
"I would hate to impose," Marc said.
Tommy laughed, and then said, "As I recall, sincerity was never your strong suit. Let's go the other room, you can get naked and I will introduce you to Travis."
"Thank god we live far apart," Marc said. "You have always known me far too well! Are there any special places you save for yourself?"
Tommy laughed. "I don't think I have found one."
"And you, Travis?" Marc asked.
"Maybe Tommy has missed a spot, but I sort of doubt it," I said.
"How long have you been together?" Marc asked.
"Thirty years or so," Tommy replied.
"I have devoted my life to hunting beautiful young things. I have discovered that has been getting expensive as I get older. Expensive and less pleasurable." Marc said. "Travis I'm not sure you are my type, but my cock seems to feel other wise."
"Travis, Marc has always been a pretentious fop," Tommy said. "His cock is just one of the guys. His ass is a slut. After few orgasms in his mouth or up his ass, he can be a nice guy. It's usually worth the effort." By then Marc was sucking my cock. You could almost see the pretentiousness drain from his body as his lust and my cock met.
Five minutes later I was the filling in a fuck sandwich. I was deep in Marc's ass. Tommy was in my ass. As Tommy said, Marc lost his pretentiousness and became a sex slave. His sphincter remained tightly wrapped around my cock. Tommy knew me well and some how he was able to ejaculate in my hole as I filled Marc.
They went off to bed. When I got to my carriage house apartment, Winston, the son of a neighbor was waiting for me. He was twenty-seven and lived with his grand parents. Winston was a recovering drug addict. I met him after he broke a leg when he fell down a stair.
During his second therapy session on his leg, he got an impressive erection. He told me that if he got enough sex, drugs were not needed.
I have one physical quirk. I have a short recharge time after an orgasm. I was ready to administer a dose of anal therapy. Somehow we discovered that one of two loads of sperm delivered each week seemed to control his drug needs. He also discovered that his ass could accommodate multiple loads of sperm each week.