Therapy - Session 2
#2 of Therapy
_The dalmatian toys with a book, flipping through the pages. The cover is on the right hand size as he flips the pages backwards, occasionally grinning or snickering under his breath. He slides down onto his back, totally absorbed.
"Have you ever read graphic novels?" he asks. "When I was younger, I petitioned my library to start carrying them. They got so popular that they've practically had to open another wing to house of all of them. For a long while, they would call me to ask for recommendations."
He slid the book into the pocket of his cargo shorts. "I always liked them because I could carry them with me pretty easy. And when I started to really get bad, sometimes I'd be camping out, looking for sex with a stranger and it'd be a good way to pass the time."
A small smile crosses his face. "No matter what I do, my mind just wanders back to it. Well, you're a therapist. Let's give you some background. My first time with a stranger."_
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Looking back, I wish I could say there was more drama to the beginning. I lost my virginity when I was sixteen, watched porn on occasion, and for all purposes, I was an average teenager. Graduation had just passed and that magical summer before college was just beginning. As we all drifted apart to start our lives, my classmates threw going away parties almost nonstop.
It was one of those nights, driving home from another bonfire. I was a good kid, too. No drinking, no drugs, just staying out a little too late. I took the highway home, putting down the windows to feel that cool summer air filling the car with the radio cranked up load. The teenage dream was fading fast, and I intended to savor every dying scrap.
The blue Rest Area sign glowed dimly as I steered the car slowly off the highway. The rest area was such a peaceful place, like one of life's save points. Travelers met and stretched sore legs together, people restocked on supplies from the vending machines, and for a while, a very transient life was still. So late at night, though, most people were strictly business when it came to the little haven.
Unlike bigger complexes, this one was composed of a single building with bathrooms and vending machines. The air conditioning stung at my eyes contrast to the hot air outside, leaving condensation dripping down the glass windows. I rounded the corner for the bathroom to wash my face and pull myself together before finishing the last twenty minutes of the drive home.
The cold steel dividers gleamed in the florescent light like surgical tables stacked beside one another. A pair of boots shuffled under the stall door as I walked in, the only other occupant that night. I strolled to the sink and turned the faucet. The cool water splashed about the basin as I dipped my hands in and splashed it against my face. The fur matted and curled as I scrubbed at my own spots, washing away the dust from my eyes and smell of smoke from the fire.
Those next few seconds would change everything. The rest of my life all flowed toward that very moment and would evolve from there.
I eyed myself in the mirror while blotting my face with paper towels when I first caught the movement. Just a quick rapid motion visible through the slat between the stall door and the next partition. A thick dryness swept through my mouth as my body went rigid. The motion and the low grunts grew more bold as those heavy boots spread wider. I knew it had to be true. The man sitting a few yards behind me was jerking off.
I don't know why this left me frozen solid, water still filling the basin. I jerked off all the time, even a few times in the school bathrooms when I just couldn't hold off. But he knew I could see him and yet he didn't stop. Just as conscious thought began to come back to me, a large tiger strolled in, sporting an untucked collared shirt and dress pants. He rushed to the nearest urinal only to struggle with his belt, swearing and mumbling to himself. Reality set back in as my hands started to shake. I turned the water on again, rewashing my face. I wanted to buy time and explore this nagging curiosity about the man in the stall. I washed and rubbed my still clean eyes, carefully washing each floppy ear in the sink, eyes repeatedly darting to the pissing tiger. Finally, the feline turned and walked out without so much as a glance or a moment to stop and wash his hands.
The sound of the latch unfastening on that stall door echoed like a gunshot. I stared in the mirror, still unready to turn around. I watched in the reflection as the door slowly opened and the muscular bull leaned back against the tank of the toilet. He spread his legs, dirty jeans covered in grease stains now hanging over those boots. The plaid maintenance shirt hung from his wide shoulders, unbuttoned to leave the imposing chest on full display. With massive dick in one hand, the other tugged and rolled his heavy balls. I had heard the term "bull balls" thrown around plenty but seeing them in person somehow dwarfed all expectations.
My legs quaked as I pivoted, meeting his gaze. He gave the meaty organ a firm squeeze as he uttered under his breath, "You legal, kid?" I gave a weak nod and swallowed again, achingly hard in my board shorts. He waved his hand to beckon me closer, pulling me with invisible strings, each sweeping gesture urging me a few shy steps forward. I could smell the sweat from his body filling the tiny cubicle as he continued to stroke himself, eying me hungrily. He snorted hard, the gust of air from his nostrils now close enough to hit my still damp cheek fur.
He didn't speak, only pushed the door closed behind me before stripping my shirt from my body. My arms wrapped bashfully around my chest instinctively as he reached past me to hang my sweaty tshirt on the stall's coat rack. That damp armpit passed by my nose, his scent pounding in my head like a sledgehammer. Something about seeing the wedding ring still on one of his thick fingers made my mind race with an even dirtier rush.
Soon, those huge hands worked open the front button and zipper of my shorts and yanked them down. My steel hard dick bobbled forward, jutting proudly at full attention. "Nice," he snorted before taking it in his hands. The rough callouses across his palms rubbed over my shaft, smearing the dribbling precum around the head before squeezing down to the base. I gave a shuttering breath as I reached down, squeezing his thick cock with both hands.
We stroked each other, eyes darting to check under the stall, the risk of someone walking in at any time always on our minds. His precum was thick and oily, brimming with testosterone and sticking to my fingers as I stroked him faster. He moved his other hand around my hip to grab my ass hard. My body flinched, feeling five tiny bruises forming under each fingertip. That strong arm yanked me forward against his body, tongue lashing out to swirl around my nipple. I suppressed a screaming moan as he squeezed around my cock tighter as a reminder to stay silent. His second hand crept forward before sliding between those warm spotted ass cheeks, digging at the tight pucker.
My knees gave way as I fell against his body, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. The finger dug in has as he stroked faster, tongue working hard circles around the nub before moving on to the other. With each transition, the cold air prickled at my chest, along the trail of drool his big tongue left smeared between them. My hips rocked, trying to push that fingertip deeper inside.
"Suck it," he uttered. My face burned brighter as one hand continues to probe and press against my resisting hole as the other slid up my body. The rough paw groped easily up my chest, toying with each nipple before moving to the top of my head. I dropped down to my knees hard, the impact against the tile rattling my hole body. I took that meaty pole in each hand and opened my mouth wide before wrapping it around the head. I gulped and strugged, the sheer size too much to even comprehend. A dull ache filled my jaws as I tried to bob around the head, tongue swirling and lashing at the tip.
The slit opened and closed in my mouth, pumping out warm splashes of precum. I pulled off with a sloppy pop, saliva soaking my face. The tip flared as the opening twitched open and closed like a water-starved fish. I gave into those desires and pressed my face hard against his balls, drinking in the musky scent as my hands pumped his shaft. I rolled my tongue up each thick inch before carefully dipping it inside the sensative flesh. He snorted again, boot thumping against the floor as his body shuddered.
He pulled me upright again and gathered that glossy mix onto his finger. Again, he sank it into my hole, this time down to the knuckle. My hands shot out to press against the metal partitions, holding myself upright as the wide finger worked in and out. He pulled me close, looking me dead in the eye as he whispered, "You're a good boy."
My body couldn't resist against the assault any longer. I came hard, held up only by the strong hands as I shot a thick rope of cum across his body. I struggled in his arms as the second shot splattered him from another angle, leaving a pearly X across the dark fur. I fell forward to hold on to his shoulders, every other pump landing on his still leaking dick. The gooey load oozed down his pulsing organ, mixing in with his precum as he released me, pumping his shaft faster still. He pointed down to my briefs, motioning faster. I leaned back against the painfully cold steel divider and worked my shorts and briefs off from around my ankles, quickly handing the white underwear to him. He burrowed his face against the fabric and inhaled, gagging himself as he gave a muffled roar. He shot a thick glob of cum straight onto his own face before hosing his chest down, the smell of MAN saturating the air as the few ropes I had left sticking to his fur vanished under the layer of cream he made himself.
Panting for air, I moved backward and leaned against the stall door. He nodded toward my shirt and whispered, "Fuckin' hot... now get going." I didn't need a second reminder. I yanked my shorts back on and around my hips, I squirmed into my shirt, leaving it inside out as I quickly left the stall, and I barely got my tail out of the way before he slammed it shut and locked it again. And suddenly, it was over. I was standing in a rest area bathroom, one stall occupied, and anyone who could possibly walk in on the scene would never know what happened. Had it not been for the snail-trail of the biggest orgasm of my life now leaking down my thighs, I may have thought it to be a dream as well.
I turned those shaky legs toward the door and went back to my car, started it up as I did every time, turned on the same radio station I always left playing, and drove home along my usual route. But things were different. Something in my head had woken up. I now knew that horny men surrounded me at all times, and if the right elements were in place, those frustrations would be resolved.
It was my first time in public and first time with stranger. It wouldn't be the last.
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_He pulls the comic from his pocket again, leafing through the pages. "Encounters in the wild are called True Naturals. That's the term I'm trying to spread around, at least. I mean, let's be honest. You can call someone up and get laid almost any night of the week. Hell, you can stay in a bath room all night and probably eventually find someone worth a poke. But to be traveling on your own and suddenly BAM!" He throws his hands up. "You're in the moment! Now that's the rush I've been searching for."
He falls back and flips through the pages, happy grin on his face.
You stop to wonder if he'd actually even reading..._