Christy, The Sex Therapist

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Marcus and Christy bumped into each other quite by chance a few days before their next scheduled appointment. It was at the local supermarket one Saturday morning. Marcus had his earbuds in, and he was thinking about how he’d spend the rest of the day after the shopping was done – maybe he’d meet up with some buddies at the skatepark, talk shit, drink beers and chase chicks.

He’d picked up a basket and loaded a few groceries into it – bread, milk, some sandwich fillings, and some microwave meals. He wasn’t much of a cook, and if he was honest with himself, he didn’t really care either. He wasn’t able to watch more than two minutes of ‘Masterchef’ without wanting to vomit blood and throw his television out the window. He bought most of his meals from takeouts.

His mind was a million miles away at the time. That is, until he saw her.

Christy was shopping with her husband, Alex. She was wearing a tight red dress, red Converse sneakers, and pink thigh-high socks. Her breasts looked magnificent. Her lipstick was a bright shade of pink. Alex was wearing pants that showed off his bulge, and a sports t-shirt that barely contained his pecs.

Christy was turning heads, and she knew it. Alex pushed their cart up and down the aisles while Christy retrieved grocery items from the shelves. Every time she bent over to pick up an item from the bottom shelf, older men stopped and stared. Danger was in the air – an ass like hers could stop a pacemaker at twenty feet.

Marcus saw Christy first – I mean, how could he *not*? – but he didn’t want to interrupt her shopping. His gaze lingered on her juicy ass for a moment, and he remembered how tight it felt when he fucked it. He still could barely believe he'd fucked this incredibly sexy woman in her ass. He could’ve started at that thick butt forever. Eventually, the synapses of his brain started firing again, and he resumed his shopping. But Christy saw him, and she approached.

“Hey, Marcus! Great to see you again. You remember Alex, right?”, said Christy. Alex gave Marcus a firm handshake and a grin, and Christy planted a thick lipstick kiss on his right cheek. He boned up immediately, and he held his basket in both hands to try to hide it. Marcus was pretty sure Alex would have a challenge popping a public boner, given the size of his cock. Christy noticed Marcus trying to hide his erection. She thought it was cute.

“Hey, Christy! So strange to bump into you here”, responded Marcus. Christy fixed him with a stern look accompanied by a quizzically raised eyebrow. Marcus gulped. “Sorry. I meant MISS Christy.” The rule, apparently, applied even in the supermarket.

Christy broke into a wide smile. “Well, everyone buys groceries, don’t they? Even the Queen of England has to eat, right?”

“Yeah, of course we do, Miss Christy.” Marcus trailed off, he wasn’t sure what to say or do. Christy was stunningly beautiful, as always. There was an extended silence, and Marcus felt slightly awkward. He was about to say “hey so I’ll let you get back to your errands…”, but Christy got in first.

“So, Marcus, are you doing anything later on tonight? Alex and I have all this nice fresh food in our cart. Alex is pretty good in the kitchen, do you want to come over for dinner?”

Marcus blinked. This isn’t how he expected his day would pan out, but he knew he’d be an idiot to say no. The three of them stood in the second aisle of the supermarket, yoghurts on one side, cheeses on the other.

“Ummm yeah, sure, Miss Christy, I’d love to. Are you really sure you want me to come over?” Christy nodded. His plan to waste the rest of the day with his skater buddies disappeared. “Errrrrrm OK then, sure. Sounds … lovely. What time should I come over?”

“Come over around 6 o’clock? Doesn’t matter if you’re a little later. You’ve probably got plans for this afternoon.” Marcus didn’t have plans for the afternoon. Not anymore. Not after this conversation.

“OK, thank you Miss Christy, I’ll see you then. Should I bring anything?”

“Well, you don’t need to bring wine or anything like that. Bring two things. Bring your appetite, and your libido.” She winked at him and licked her thick, pink lips.

They parted ways. Marcus noticed that Alex hadn’t said a single word, and he wondered what that might mean.

Marcus watched Christy and Alex walk away to finish their shopping. He was still holding his shopping basket in front of his dick. He had no idea how he was going to get to the checkout. He stood there for what felt like an aeon, trying to think unsexy thoughts until his dick softened.

He paid for his groceries and went home. He wondered if tonight was going to be his next therapy appointment … or something else.
 

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Marcus had absolutely no idea what to expect tonight. His life was ordinary. He worked a pretty shitty job and his nights were usually spent either skating around with buddies trying to score pussy, or sitting at home getting wasted. Was this going to be a high-class dinner party? He’d never been to one of those. How many people would be there? How should he dress? How was he meant to behave? Was Miss Christy going to try to set him up with a woman, perhaps one of her other clients? He unpacked his groceries into the pantry and refrigerator, and flopped onto the couch.

His intention in life, once he’d gotten over the wave of suicidal tendencies, was to try to discover why he couldn’t fuck people he loved, but could (and wanted to) fuck just about anyone else that moved. He wasn’t sure how far he’d come or how much he’d learned, and he felt scared, yet oddly intrigued, about what tonight might hold in store for him.

He felt a bit anxious, to be truthful. He had a few hours to waste. He smoked a cone or two and napped.

Waking up around half past four, he showered, making sure to wash his shoulder-length brown hair. He dried off and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. He knew he wasn’t ugly, but he had no idea why an experienced woman as unbelievably hot as Christy – his sex therapist, mind you – had invited him to come over for dinner. He looked at his chest and arms. Not built, but not saggy. Wiry, perhaps. He noted the brick wall tattoo on his left forearm. He was so glad he had that done, he didn’t care what anyone else thought of it. He looked at his legs. A little bit muscly, probably from skating. He looked at his flaccid dick. It got the job done when erect, but it was nothing compared to the pound of flesh Alex packed. He turned around to look at his ass. It was OK, he thought. So I’m average in just about every way, he summarised.

He wondered how he should dress. The majority of his wardrobe was band t-shirts, long shorts and skater socks. He didn’t own a suit. He stopped himself at this point – dude, you’re not going to a royal fucking wedding, this is just dinner at someone’s house; dress one notch above normal, and it’ll be noticed.

He fished out a long-sleeved black collared shirt from the depths of his cupboard. Black skater pants and a pair of Chucks finished it. He collected his phone, wallet and keys, and left. He thought he was looking OK.

He caught the bus to Christy’s place and arrived a few minutes after six. He rang the doorbell. No response. He knew he was at the right house. Marcus stood on the doorstep for a moment or two. He rang again. This time, the door opened.

Marcus honestly couldn’t believe what he saw. There stood Christy, with a load of fresh cum all over her face and streaming down her chin. “Hey, Marcus, come in. Sorry, you caught me at a bad moment. Alex is in the kitchen, walk on through. Excuse me for a minute, I need to powder my nose.” Marcus knew what that meant. He walked through to the kitchen. He found Alex cooking up a storm, wearing nothing but an apron. There was a hole cut in the front of the apron just where Alex’s dick would rest. Marcus pieced it together: Alex was cooking dinner, and Christy had been on her knees in front of him, she’d pulled his fat dick through the hole in the apron and had sucked him off. Alex had just unloaded all over Christy’s face when Marcus rang the doorbell, which was why she was slow to answer the door. OK, thought Marcus, that was … unexpected.

There didn’t seem to be anyone else here, and it didn’t seem to be the swanky high-class dinner party he was fearing. It looked like it was just him, Christy and her husband.

“Hey, Marcus”, said Alex. He was standing against the cooktop in his apron, stirring the contents of a wok. Rice was steaming on the backburner. “Welcome to our house. I’m just cooking dinner, as you can see. I hope you’re hungry.”

Marcus was, as a matter of fact, but he had absolutely no idea what he should say. “Yeah, man, I’ve worked up a bit of an appetite. What are you cooking?”. Marcus tried as hard as he could to hold a sensible conversation, but this required him to shut from his mind the image of Alex firing ropes of sperm all over his hot sex therapist’s face.

“Ah, it’s just a Thai stir fry. Chilli and basil. Pretty easy to cook, to be honest”, replied Alex. “Do you cook?”

Alex still felt nervous. “Nah, man, not properly. Way too hard for me. I mean, stir fries look easy because they get cooked so fast, but it’s all in the preparation. Having everything ready to go before you start. I’m not that organised.”

“Yeah”, replied Alex, “you get your rice on, your sauce ready, your vegetables chopped and your meat diced and ready to go before you fire it up. That way, all you’re really doing is stirring. Getting the sauce right is the hardest and most important part, but everything else is pretty easy. Give me a minute, I need to get the rice ready.” Alex took the rice off the backburner, drained the liquid off, and transferred the rice into a serving bowl. Steam poured off the wok.

Alex continued. “Tonight’s dinner is almost ready. The chilli and basil are already in. Come closer, all we need to do is to put the snow peas in the wok for a minute or two so they warm up.”

Marcus wasn’t sure what Alex was implying. “You want me to put the snow peas in and stir them around for a bit?”

“Yeah, man, it’s not hard. Here, I’ll show you.” Alex stepped back from the wok for a second or two, and beckoned Marcus over.

Marcus stood behind the wok and took the wooden spoon from Alex. There was a small bowl of snow peas to his left, already prepared and ready to go. All Marcus had to do was to add the snow peas to the wok and stir them around with the rest of the ingredients for a minute.

Marcus tipped the snow peas in and started stirring. He stirred fairly innocently, fairly tamely. Alex intervened. “Man, that’s weak. Come on Marcus, you need to put a bit of elbow into it.” Alex stood behind Marcus and encouraged him to stir with more vigour. He gripped Marcus’s shoulders, and Marcus could feel Alex’s breath on his neck. Marcus knew there was nothing right now between him and Alex but an apron with a cockhole cut into it.

Marcus stirred dinner, but his mind was on Alex. He was thinking about his Alex’s massive cock. Marcus wondered what it might feel like if it rested against his ass.

After cleaning Alex’s semen off her face, Christy came back into the kitchen and saw him towering over Marcus as he stirred their dinner to completion. She knew this was going to be a good night.

“Hey, babe", said Alex, “dinner is ready. Marcus finished it off for us. He’s not bad in the kitchen.” Marcus blushed.

“I’ll open some wine”, said Christy. She crossed the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of New Zealand sauvignon blanc from their chiller. “This’ll go perfectly with the Thai spices. You like spicy food, Marcus?”

“Yes, Miss Christy, I’m a big fan of spicy food.”

Christy opened the bottle and poured three glasses, giving one to Marcus and taking the other two across to the table. Alex transferred the contents of the wok to a serving bowl, and he took this bowl and the rice from the kitchen across to the table.

They sat down and started to eat. The meal was delicious. Marcus sipped his wine. He wasn’t really a wine dude, but when a chick like Christy gives you a glass of wine, you fucking drink it.

Christy looked amazing. Marcus wanted to bend her over and fuck her anus right there on the table, but … table manners.
 

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Come on @flatiron! Don’t get disheartened. I’m sure every reader is giving you a standing ovation even if they’re sitting.
Thanks for the vote of confidence! I'd really love to see some of those standing ovations. Well, I've seen one, actually, and it's very impressive. Next chapter coming soon :)
 

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This was one of the best meals Marcus had ever eaten. The food itself was delicious. Tender beef strips stir fried with a range of vegetables, including bok choy, thinly sliced carrot strips, chilli, broccoli florets and snow peas, served with fluffy, perfectly cooked rice. Marcus was happy to take Christy’s word that the wine was a perfect match for the food, he didn’t know enough about wine to agree or disagree. But the best part about the meal was the conversation.

Christy felt she had a pretty good insight into Marcus’s relationship history and recent sexual past, but she didn’t know very much about him outside those parameters. Marcus, for his part, didn’t really know much about Christy other than that she was an excellent sex therapist, that she had a loving relationship with her husband, and that she had the most fuckable ass on earth. Marcus knew absolutely nothing about Alex other than that he was well built, had a winning smile, seemed to know his way around the kitchen, and was an persuasively effective coach when it came to teaching people how to stir things around in a wok.

Marcus gushed his appreciation. “Wow, Miss Christy, this is an excellent meal. Just the perfect amount of spicyness for me. And I really like the wine, too. I don’t know very much about wine at all. Normally I drink beer or spirits when it comes to alcohol. Maybe I’m a bit uneducated when it comes to the finer things. I guess I grew up on the other side of the tracks. Thank you very much, and also to you, Alex, for inviting me over. This was most unexpected. It’s such a good thing I bumped into you both at the supermarket this morning.”

Christy and Alex shared quick glances, but Christy responded. “It *was* a happy coincidence, wasn’t it? We’re both really glad you’re here with us. Just out of interest, how do you normally spend your Saturday nights? I mean, what would you be doing tonight, for instance, if you weren’t here with us?”

“Oh, I don’t really know. To be totally honest, Saturday night isn’t a big thing for me. For a lot of people, I know Saturday night is ‘the big night out on the town’. People go out to expensive clubs and drink cocktails and wake up on Sunday morning regretting the whole thing. I’m more likely to go to a gig, usually to watch metal bands. I generally get a bit drunk when I’m at a gig, and if I’m lucky, I’ll pick someone up to fuck. But lately, I haven’t been very lucky at all. Or I’ll go skateboarding around town with my bros, just to pass the time. Or I get stoned at home on my own, watching porn. I don’t know. It doesn’t sound very high class, does it, Miss Christy? Not compared to this beautiful meal and this nice wine.” Marcus took another sip and Alex noticed the bottle was empty. They’d finished eating, but the night was just beginning.

“I’ll get another bottle, shall I, Christy? Another Kiwi white?”, Alex inquired.

“Hmm”, said Christy. Let’s go for a chardonnay from the Napa Valley, I think we have a bottle or two in the chiller. What do you think, Marcus?”

Marcus had no idea, and he said as much. “I don’t really know. I’m happy to drink whatever you want to put in front of me.”

Alex found the required bottle, opened it, and he poured into their glasses.

They talked. They talked about Marcus’s upbringing. He was raised in a fairly ordinary house. All of his needs were met – there was always food on the table and a roof over his head, but there wasn’t anything special either. He didn’t go to college. He discovered cinema and art quite by himself. He travelled overseas a couple of times, once on his own and once with his ex, but again, international travel was way outside his upbringing. There was no need for him to remind Christy about his sexual history, this was all already on the table with her. He wasn’t sure how much Alex knew – what kind of pillow talk did Christy and Alex have? – but he didn’t feel the need to rehash his sexual past right now. Besides, in Marcus’s mind, Alex had nothing to do with his therapy anyway.

Once Marcus ran out of things to say about himself, he innocently asked “so, Miss Christy, how did you and Alex meet?” He took a sip of wine.

“At an orgy.”

Marcus spat wine all over himself.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Marcus”, apologised Christy, “let me get something for you to wipe that up with.”

Marcus caught his breath. Christy left the room to retrieve something from the kitchen to help Marcus clean up.

While she was gone, Alex filled in some vague details in the limited time available. “Marcus, yeah, it’s true, Christy and I had sex before we’d even spoken a word to each other. I came in her snatch, then we grabbed a drink to cool down, and we introduced ourselves, both completely naked. Strange way to meet someone, wouldn’t you say?”, suggested Alex.

“Yes, I definitely *would* say!”, Marcus volleyed back. “Meeting someone at an orgy, and then eventually starting a relationship and then getting married? I don’t really know what to say. I mean, it’s just one of the strangest things I’ve ever heard, but it obviously works so well for you. I mean, between the two of you, it seems to me you’ve both smashed it out of the park in the game of life. Christy is so unbelievably hot, and I remember seeing your dick a few weeks ago while you fucked her, and I have to say, I’m fucking jealous of what you’ve got down there. It must’ve felt so awesome to grab a beer at an orgy, having just unloaded in someone, knowing how much meat you’ve got hanging down between your thighs. I can’t imagine what that would feel like.”

There was no time for Alex to respond. Christy came back into the room with some paper towels for Marcus’s shirt. She’d taken the opportunity after the meal to reapply her lipstick. A thick, bright red.

Marcus’s penis was hard as a steel rod, but it was hidden by the dining table.

Christy vigorously padded Marcus’s chest in a vague, distracted attempt to soak up the rejected mouthful of wine. “I’m really sorry, Marcus, but I’m worried that I might’ve ruined your shirt”, she apologised. With Christy all over his chest, there was nothing he could do to stop his nipples standing to attention.

“That’s OK, Miss Christy, I don’t mind”, mumbled Marcus. It’s a black shirt, and it was just white wine. It’ll all come out in the wash. It just looks a little wet, you can barely even see a stain. Nobody would ever notice, and I don’t wear collared shirts very often anyway. Thank you, but it really doesn’t matter”.

“But Marcus, what kind of host would I be if I ruined my guest’s clothing?”

“Miss Christy, it’s totally OK with me. Really. It’s just a shirt. It’s easy for me to wash.”

“Come on, Marcus. If it’s easy for you to wash, it must be easy for me to wash too. Give me your shirt. I’ll wash it for you now. It’s no trouble. I’ll put it in the dryer after, so it’s nice and toasty for you to go home in.”

Alex chimed in. “Yeah, bro, hey, no problem. Give her your shirt and it’ll be nice and clean in no time.”

Marcus wasn’t sure, but he unbuttoned his shirt and handed it to Christy. “Thank you, Miss Christy. You really don’t need to do this.”

Christy waved his concerns away and took Marcus’s shirt away to wash it.

Alex and Marcus sat at the dining table. Alex was wearing a shirt. Marcus wasn’t. Marcus knew he couldn’t leave Miss Christy’s house without his shirt.

Marcus glanced nervously toward Alex.
 

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“You still hungry, Marcus?”, asked Alex.

“The meal you cooked was really nice. I’m really full”, replied Marcus.

“That’s great. I never like to let a guest leave without a full stomach.”

“Man, Alex, you really know how to cook.”

“Nah, Marcus, that was nothing. Stir fries are easy as fuck. You chop everything up in advance, you get the sauce ready, you light a fire under the wok, and you stir. Then you pour it onto some rice.”

“Dude, I cook all of my meals in the microwave. They might be a bit ordinary, but at least it saves on washing up.”

“Well, yeah, but …”

“I know, I know”, said Marcus, “you miss out on the experience of having made something from scratch”.

“Yeah”, said Alex, “but you also miss out on the opportunity to invite people over and impress them with your skills and to … I don’t know … get to know people.”

Marcus paused, he wasn’t sure what to say next. “You’re assuming everyone wants to get to know people. I live in a small, shitty apartment, there’s no way I’m hosting dinner parties at my place. No offence, man. I just don’t want to invite people over to my place. I don’t have a place like yours.” Marcus’s eyes swept the gigantic room.

“None taken, man”, said Alex. “By the way, this wasn’t a dinner party. It’s only us three people. And none of this was planned. If we didn’t meet you in the supermarket this morning, Christy and I would’ve probably had a lazy dinner and an early night.”

Seconds passed.

Marcus felt the time go by.

Alex broke the silence.

“So, bro, I’m glad you liked dinner. Those snow peas you stirred were awesome. You want some dessert? We’ve got some icecream, some gelato, some pie …?”

Marcus felt brave. It might’ve been the wine. Who knows. “Can I …”

Alex wasn’t sure what Marcus meant. “Can you … what?”

Marcus pressed forward. “For dessert, I mean. Can I … can I eat your wife’s cunt? Can I eat Miss Christy? She’d be a delicious dessert.”

Alex gave the only response available to him. “If she wants to let you eat her out, then you can.” Alex already knew she’d definitely let him.

Meanwhile, Marcus salivated. He couldn’t wait until Christy came back into the room.
 
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Christy wasn’t back yet. She was still in the laundry, looking after Marcus’s shirt that he’d accidentally spilled wine on. Alex and Marcus kept talking.

“Wow”, said Alex, “I offer you dessert, and your choice is to eat my wife out? Fuck. That’s a bold request, especially since you know Christy and I are married”. Marcus had no idea Alex was actually up for this, so long as Christy herself was, and he strongly suspected she would be, but there still was a role for him to play. Meanwhile, all Marcus could feel right now was that he’d gone too far. Way too far. Alex continued. “I mean, you *know* we’re married. You don’t go there. Where did *that* request come from? I mean, two seconds ago we were talking about icecream and gelato for dessert, how did your mind go there?”

Marcus was momentarily lost for words. It wasn’t the first time this had happened in his life. He was starting to feel scared, like he’d overstepped some invisible boundary. Marcus looked exactly how he felt: scared, anxious, and shirtless. The look on Alex’s face was somewhere between curiosity and domineering, as if to say “that’s my wife you’re talking about, you know. I really should kick your teeth in”. He was worried Alex might throw him out of their house. How would he get home without a shirt to wear? Or worse: he was worried the next stop could possibly be the emergency room.

“I don’t know, man, I’m really sorry, I must be a little bit drunk. I didn’t mean to upset you. I wouldn’t normally say something like that. I take it all back. I’ve had such a great night talking with you and Miss Christy and enjoying the excellent meal you and Miss Christy made for us and now I feel like I’ve ruined a really nice night with a stupid fucking comment. I’m really sorry. I fucked up. I always fuck these things up.”

Marcus felt like a social recluse who was swimming way out of his depth. Alex didn’t respond to any of this; he wanted Marcus to continue with this evening’s confession. He was enjoying the psychological hold he had over Marcus. He knew that the less he spoke, the more Marcus would.

“Man, fuck, oh, I don’t know. I was in such a terribly dark place when I first started to see Miss Christy and she’s helped me enormously. I mean, I was suicidal for a while before I started to see Miss Christy. She didn’t help me with suicide, an earlier therapist did, but it’s true to say that I was still feeling fragile and unsure of myself when I first started seeing Miss Christy. She’s helped me so fucking much, I couldn’t begin to tell you. I’m sorry to be dropping this all on you. I’m kind of glad she’s not here right now, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to tell you this. So I came out as bisexual after my previous relationship ended, and Miss Christy has helped me come to terms with that, if not psychologically, then at least sexually. We’ve talked about a few hookups I’ve had with guys since then as part of my therapy, so I would hope you can understand that I don’t have any desires on your wife even though she’s seriously the hottest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on in my entire fucking life, I know she’s yours and you’re hers, and I’d be kidding myself to think she’d ever want a wasted fucking loser like me instead of a masculine hunk like yourself, but fuck me dead, I think she’s so fucking hot. I could spend the rest of my life having sex with her, and it still wouldn’t be enough.” Eventually, Marcus ran out of breath. He shed a few tears.

Alex and Marcus could hear appliances being brought to life in the distant laundry.

Marcus had one more thing to say. He felt mentally spent. He looked at the carpet. “I jerk off all the time thinking about her.”

There was a pause. Marcus kept staring at the floor, as if in a trance that sucked the forbidden words out of his soul. He was still shirtless.

“I jerk off thinking about your wife, Alex. She wakes me up in the middle of the night. She appears in my dreams. I get hard as a fucking rock in my sleep. I wake up with erections of steel. They’re all for her. I’m sorry.”

Marcus stopped at that point. He thought he’d said enough. He could’ve also mentioned that whenever he woke up with a boner, all it would take would be for him to spit on his handpussy and think of Miss Christy’s thick red lipstick, and a couple of strokes would be all he’d need to fire thick volleys of cum all over himself. Alex probably didn’t need to know *that* particular detail, especially not in this moment.

Alex nodded to what Marcus had said. Not in sympathy and not necessarily in understanding either, but just in recognition of what Marcus was saying. He didn’t know about Marcus’s relationship breakup nor the suicidal state it left him in; in truth, he knew nothing about the reasons that brought Marcus to his wife. But Christy had definitely mentioned to Alex that she’d swallowed his cum once in her office, and that she’d let him into her delicious asshole. And at Marcus’s last therapy session in their own home, he’d seen his wife wrap his lips around Marcus’s dick right on the brink of his orgasm, and she sucked Marcus’s his cum out of his cock just after he’d finished smashing his wife’s sweet cunt. There were some gaps in Alex’s knowledge of Christy’s treatment of Marcus, but not many. And he could totally understand why Marcus would want to fap himself to death over his wife. Alex knew it was true; she was a sexual goldmine, and he’d struck gold.

The laundry appliances whirred away in the distance.

Alex stood up and walked around the room. He wasn’t sure what to do next.

*

Alex walked slowly around his dining table. Marcus felt like a man under interrogation. He’d just admitted to Alex that he was bi, and also how much he lusted after his sex therapist, Alex’s wife. His shirt was still missing in action.

Marcus had just enjoyed an excellent meal, yet he now found himself in the strangest of situations.

Alex paced around him. “Marcus, I have to say I’m so glad you don’t feel suicidal anymore. Life is good. That’s a big step forward.” Alex knew from Marcus’s testimony that Christy had nothing to do with this development, but it didn’t matter – a saved life is always a good thing.

“So, you said you’re bi.”

Marcus nodded. “Yeah, I think I am. Can anyone ever be sure? I’m think I’m sure. Yes.”

“So, you like cock?”

“Yeah, I think so. I’ve sucked a few, but not many.”

Alex flopped it out. “Then here’s your dessert, dude.”

The washing machine kept whirring away in the background. Marcus wondered what Miss Christy might be doing, but in the meantime, her husband had just waved his long, flaccid dick in Marcus’s face, and it demanded some serious attention.

Alex had shot a load of semen across Miss Christy’s face just a few hours earlier. Marcus saw the evidence; cum dripping down from Miss Christy’s face was literally the first thing he saw after ringing the doorbell. Was Alex ready to go again?

Marcus was transfixed by the head of Alex’s thick cock.

The laundry appliances continued to whirr.
 

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Alex was hung as fuck, but Marcus knew this already, having seen Alex fuck the shit out of Miss Christy a few weeks ago.

Alex was about seven solid inches flaccid. His soft dick was bigger than Marcus’s erect one. Alex had the kind of dick most men dream of owning, and right now, it was the centre of Marcus’s attention.

“Get over here, Marcus.” Alex led him across to the living room. Alex lowered his pants and sat down on the couch with his thick thighs opened wide. “Get on your knees, Marcus, in front of me. It’s time for your dessert, but dessert is best enjoyed when it’s savoured. On your knees. Now.” Marcus knelt. “Smell it. Sniff my dick. Inhale my manly scent.” Marcus reached out to touch it. “No hands, Marcus. Just savour the smell of my cock.”

Marcus obeyed. He couldn’t deny the fact that Alex’s dick smelled delicious. If testosterone had a smell, this would be it. Marcus felt a bit dizzy. All he wanted to do was to put Alex’s cock as far down his throat as he could, but he didn’t know if Alex would allow that or not. Either way, Marcus had the distinct feeling Alex was going to tease him mercilessly.

“Does my penis smell good, bro?”

“It smells amazing, Alex.”

“What does it smell like?”

“It smells … umm … it smells of MAN.”

“Yes. It does. It smells of man.”

“It looks beautiful too, Alex. You’ve got a beautiful cock.”

Alex already knew, but it was gratifying to hear Marcus say it.

Marcus kept smelling Alex’s huge dick. It was starting to grow, very slowly, in front of Marcus’s eyes. Alex planned to stretch this moment out as long as he could. He was determined to make Marcus earn his dessert.

“Just put your tongue out. I want you to run your tongue up and down my piss slit, Marcus. No hands, just your tongue.”

Marcus obeyed. His tongue touched the hole that expelled Alex’s piss and cum. He knew that Alex had cum all over his wife’s face just a few hours ago, but he couldn’t taste any residue. The smell of Alex’s dick was overwhelming.

“OK, now stop licking my piss slit. Shuffle back on your knees a bit. Take a good look at my crotch. Check out my fat cock. Look at my big, heavy balls. These balls produce a lot of sperm, bro, you know they do. And look at my huge alpha thighs.”

Marcus was in awe. His breathing was shallow and his mouth was watering.

“OK, Marcus. Come back towards me. Stay on your knees. You can use your hands now. You can touch my penis if you want to.” Alex spat on his own dick to lubricate it and he gave it a couple of strokes.

Of course Marcus wanted to touch Alex’s gorgeous cock. Gingerly, his right hand brushed the head of Alex’s cock as it made its way to his shaft. He felt Alex’s spit on his hand as his palm touched Alex’s shaft, and he felt Alex’s cock stiffen.

“Can I touch your balls too, Alex?” He received permission, and his left hand delicately cupped Alex’s testicles.

“You know what to do next, don’t you Marcus? Stroke my cock. Gently, slowly. Stroke it.”

For the next few minutes, nobody said a word. Marcus felt like he was in a trance. His own cock was hard as fucking steel, this was one of the hottest experiences he’d ever had in his life. His right hand moved slowly, but very rhythmically, up and down the length of Alex’s massive shaft. His fingers couldn’t get all the way around Alex’s dick which was at full mast now, eight and a half solid inches at least.

They locked eyes and Alex spoke. “What would you like to do now?”

Marcus could barely form words. “I would … umm … I want to suck your cock, Alex.”

Alex teased, drawing out the agony of the moment. “Come on, bro, speak up. I couldn’t hear that.” They could both hear humming and whirring coming from the laundry.

Marcus found his voice again. “I want to suck your cock, Alex. I want your thick, veiny slab of alpha meat in my mouth.”

“Is it time for your dessert? Is my cock better than my wife’s pussy?” Marcus had no idea how to answer that, but thankfully, Alex didn’t press him to. “Open your mouth. Show me your tongue.” Marcus obeyed. “Mmmmmm, nice and thick. Gonna give that a good spray soon.”

Alex could see Marcus’s nipples were erect, but what he didn’t know was that Marcus nearly popped in his pants at the thought of Alex painting his tongue with a fat load of sperm. He retained enough self-control to close his mouth again. He looked up at Alex with puppy-dog eyes. “Can I please suck it? Can I please put your penis in my mouth now? I really want to.”

Alex put his hands behind his head and slid his crotch down further towards Marcus. His body language conveyed all the permission Marcus needed.

Marcus knew before starting that there was no way he was even gonna be able to swallow the entire sword, but he was horny enough to want to get as much as he could. He put the head of Alex’s dick in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. After French-kissing the tip for half a minute or so, Marcus was rewarded with a thin stream of pre-cum. At least I know he’s enjoying it, Marcus thought to himself. He bobbed up and down a few times, and gagged before even reaching the halfway mark.

“Get the shaft wet, bro. Don’t tell me you haven’t done this before, I know you have. Drool on my cock, man. Worship my penis with your mouth, hands, nose and eyes. Get it nice and sloppy wet. Stroke me with your hands.” Marcus felt Alex’s dick stiffed even further. “Cup my balls. That’s where your dessert is. Do you want your dessert, Marcus?”

It was hard to answer that question with a mouthful of cock. “Mmm hmmm mmmmm”.

“What was that, bro? If you want your dessert, you have to earn it.”

Marcus took Alex’s dick out of his mouth to answer Alex’s question. It also gave his jaw a short rest.

“I’m really looking forward to getting my dessert, Alex. Can I have it soon please?” He put Alex’s sweet penis back into his mouth and ran his tongue around the head. He heard Alex’s breathing change, he knew Alex was getting close.

“You ready, Marcus? You ready for your dessert?”

“Mmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmm”.

“Stroke me, bruh. Stroke me fast. Your dessert is nearly ready. I’m gonna feed you. Straight into your mouth.”

Marcus sped up and Alex roared. “Eat my fucking cum, bro. Oooh. Fuck yeah. Swallow it all. Here it comes.” Alex’s cock twitched, flooding Marcus’s mouth with a thick load of sperm. Four, five, six thick spurts, and Marcus had to swallow his dessert immediately so it didn’t spill out of his mouth. It was delicious.

Once Alex has stopped feeding Marcus, he let his cock fall out of Marcus's mouth. Marcus was breathing deep and his eyes were watering. Marcus was still hard; he hadn’t cum but he was sure his underpants would be streaked with pre-cum. His mind drifted for a split second. He thought maybe he should put his undies in the laundry with his shirt. His next thought was hey, where *is* my shirt? And where is Miss Christy? This was the first time he’d thought about her since Alex first flopped his cock out, but his mind swivelled very quickly back to the dragon between Alex’s thighs.

“I love your cock, Alex”, swooned Marcus. “I’d suck the cum out of you every day if you let me. If there was ever any doubt in my mind that I’m bisexual, there isn’t anymore. I love your cock. It’s just … perfect.”

“Did you get hard, bruh? While you were sucking me off?”

“Yeah, Alex. Hard as fuck, man. I nearly came in my pants without even touching myself, it was so hard not to, but I didn’t want to create another laundry incident for Miss Christy.”

“So you haven’t cum yet? Do you want to?’

“It’s not that I want to cum, I *need* to cum. I feel like I’m gonna explode if I don’t", replied Marcus.

Alex smiled. He was gonna have a little bit more fun. “OK then, you can cum, but here’s what I want you to do. Take off your pants and your briefs.” Marcus was now completely naked except for his socks and sneakers. His cock was hard, and he was right – the front of his underpants was completely soaked with pre-cum. The head of his hard cock glowed bright red.

“OK now come over here, Marcus, and look at my cock. Stare at my cock. This cock that was in your mouth. This cock you just sucked a fat load out of. You’re going to cum to my cock.”

Marcus didn’t hesitate. He got back down onto his knees and buried his face in Alex’s magnificent crotch. He stroked himself, knowing it wouldn’t take long. The pungent smell of Alex’s cum inflamed his nostrils, he savoured the remains of the taste Alex had left in his mouth, and … he could feel the pressure building up, and …

He whispered, just loud enough for Alex to hear, “I love your cock, Alex. I love your cock so fucking much. It’s so beautiful.” He inhaled the smell of Alex’s balls and came hard. He tried to cum in his hand so that he wouldn’t shoot all over Alex and Miss Christy’s room, but some things are impossible. His cum shot all over the floor and the base of the couch. Alex didn’t mind. He’d get Marcus to clean it up in a minute anyway.

Marcus licked the cum off his hand.

“Good boy, Marcus.”
 
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