Erick was much shorter than me and Dr. Kennedy, standing at only about 5’9. His body was compact and muscular stretching the navy-blue polo shirt so that it contoured to every curve of his body. He had a dark, thick well-trimmed beard that attempted to conceal boyish features. As I listened to Dr. Kennedy, one of his hands slipped down from Erick’s shoulder to his chest, and he began to play with
Once Coach left Dr. Kennedy’s office I got dressed. Once again Dr. Kennedy handed me a card with my next appointment scheduled. This time though he pulled me close, pressing his body to mind. “I get your ass next time” Dr. Kennedy said, with a big grin.
“Room 1 today, Brian. Take off your clothes and I will be right in.” Dr. Kennedy said as I walked into the lobby. He was in the process of finishing up with another patient. I walked into room 1 and began getting undressed.
My body relaxed slightly as Dr. Kennedy moved his lips back to mine. The feeling of his body against mine and the smell of the leather stimulated my senses and made it difficult for me to maintain my resolve. With his free hand he reached for the zipper and opened my pants and fished my cock out through the fly.
I never mentioned to anyone what other things happened during my therapy sessions with Dr. Kennedy. I knew what he was doing wasn’t really part of the treatment, but I found myself looking forward to what would come next as I made my way to his office for my next appointment.
I remember my encounter with John left me feeling strange, uncertain. I told myself on the drive home that it was just an experiment, and I would never need to try it again, and I would never talk about it to anyone ever. However, the next day, I was back on AOL looking for John.
His name was John, and he was 40 and married. He asked if he could chat with me directly. He told me what it felt like to get a blowjob, something he said his wife didn’t do. I read his messages with great excitement having found someone I could talk to about all my horny thoughts.
Dr. Kennedy stood in front of me and began to massage my upper back and shoulders. He began to push and press into the muscles and moved lower on my back. As he continued, I could see once again the hard outline of his cock running down the leg of his khakis.
Dr. Kennedy began to massage the slick liquid around my lower back, pressing his fingers along my spine and down to the top of my ass. Then Dr. Kennedy moved his hand even lower, taking both sides of my ass and massaging with the oil.
“Come on boy. We gotta get back on the road” I said. Brian shot me a disappointed look but let the boy go. We finished cleaning up and got dressed before Brian opened the rolling door of the trailer and let us out into the cold night. The boy followed me back to the pickup and we got back onto the road towards my next destination.
We followed Brian to the back of the trailer and waited as he opened the rolling door, then we climbed up. Inside were lots of blankets and some furniture that Brian was hauling. He flipped on some lights and slid the door closed to give us some privacy.
It was a dark night when I met the boy on the side of the road. I had been driving late along the mountain path when I saw him standing beside the desolate road with his thumb out. Not much traffic came through here, especially this late at night. I pulled off the road and waited for him to come up to the car.
I tried to forget the encounter. I tried to just put it out of my head, but every time I looked at my leather jacket, I was reminded of what happened in the bathroom. Sometimes, I would just feel angry at myself, but more often I would feel a surge in my dick as images of the guy in his leather jacket flashed in my mind.
It was a dark night when I met the boy on the side of the road. I had been driving late along the mountain path when I saw him standing beside the desolate road with his thumb out. Not much traffic came through here, especially this late at night. I pulled off the road and waited for him to come up to the car.
I really liked the one Jack was wearing. It was the kind you see sometimes in the military a B3 model with dark brown leather and cream-colored sheepskin collar and lining. The jacket fit Jack like a glove both in size and style.
“Sir please, can I?” the text message read. “Not yet” I replied. Officer Newcomb’s frustration came through clearly in his text. There was something exciting about having this level of control over him that made me feel powerful “Sir, I need to serve you badly, please?”
“You did what?” Harry said as he sat across from in my office. “Keep your fuckin voice down” I said closing the door. “I know. I know.” I said feeling the guilt rising up in me. “Did he suck dick good?”
Uncle Bart did not say anything, he just stood there still holding his dick. Not trying to hide it or put it away. Then as we stood perfectly still and perfectly silent, Uncle Bart began to stroke his dick. Slowly the rough material of the work glove moved back and fort along the thick shaft as if he was doing it for me to see it.
I laid still trying to figure out what was going on. Uncle Bart’s breathing was slow and steady. Was he still asleep? Was he dreaming? Was I dreaming? Uncle Bart’s fingers grasped my hard cock and began to slowly stroke it. His large rough hand worked up and down the length of my cock.
“Get on your knees” I ordered and began to pull my cock out of my pants. Georgie shot me an angry look. “Suck it” I said, waving my semi hard cock in his face. Georgie reached up to hold my dick then gave it a few quick strokes and slowly placed it against his lips.
Harry and I also discovered that a few of the booths had glory holes that you could use to get or give a blowjob to the guy next to you. Harry and I always made sure we weren’t in adjoining booths.
What was it about cum that Rex liked so much? I bent down to look at it closer, then I smelled it. The smell was strong but not unpleasant. I ran my finger through it; it was slick and glossy and had gone cold. Then I bent down with a desire to taste it.
My walk turned into a run as I headed back to my house. I felt weird, sick, guilty. Why was this happening to me? Why did I enjoy it? Why did he like it so much?
So many questions ran through my head. I wanted to ask them all. “Did you ever get a blowjob?” Rex asked. “No” I replied shyly. I was still a virgin except with my right hand. “Follow me” Rex said leaving Ralph’s room and heading down the hallway to his room.
Aziz got up silently, turned, dressed, and left the room. Feeling well used, I walked back to my room. I could feel a bit of pain in my ass from Aziz big dick and smiled thinking about how it felt. I cleaned up and went back to sleep.
Finally, I saw the flashing lights behind the car and I pulled over. Officer Newcomb stepped out of the car and began walking towards me. My body trembled with so much sexual energy I could barely think.
As I drove home from work, I realized it had been days since I heard from Officer Newcomb which left me frustrated and hornier then normal. I constantly thought about how he looked as I slowly pulled the zipper down on his leather jacket revealing his naked hairy body.