Therapy - Session 3
#3 of Therapy
_The dalmatian sits on the couch, jingling his keys in his hand, taking time to rub his thumb along the teeth of each one. His face turns in concentration before moving on to the next key, as if he's trying to memorize the pattern by feel alone. His distant gaze hangs on his face as he mumbles vacantly.
"I like driving. I do it plenty. Well, drive, that is. I do 'it' plenty, too. That's why I'm in therapy now."
He flicks the keys around the ring one at a time, fingers working with unusual dexterity before seizing one between his thumb and forefinger, holding it and letting the other dangle below.
"For all the keys I have to carry, my car key feels like the king of all the others. It doesn't matter if I have a house key, parent's house key, work backdoor key, or anything else, if I don't have a car key to bring me to those places. Right?"
He finally turns to face you before dropping the keys on the table with a loud clatter, moving his feet back up to rest his heels on the couch, keeping himself in a small perch. "I like keeping things with me, tokens, just little objects I can keep in my hands. I get restless if I can't fiddle with something." He picks them up again before his hands disappear into the front pouch, toying with the keys hidden from view.
"I ended my last story with such camp. 'And it wasn't the last.' I guess that's true, but maybe I should just talk about the second time."_
* * *
My head was still swimming from my encounter with the bull. After that night, I began to spend more time at the rest area. During the day, I'd sit under a tree and watch carefully to see if I could find him in the crowd. I'd come at the same time at night and sit in the parking lot, hoping to see him climbing down from a pickup truck somewhere.
But I never saw him again. In that time spent there, I watched hundreds of people go in and out of that tiny building, and none of them looked like they were hoping to jerk off an 18 year old townie dalmatian. I'd sit in that stall, leaned back against the tank, trying to remember every detail. Guilt sank in as I felt it must have been a fluke, a one time encounter that couldn't possibly be repeated. I closed my eyes and began to think of him again. I had jerked off countless times over that week, thinking about the encounter, but now, in the same place, on the same night, at the same time, I began again thinking of him again, hoping that some miracle would bring him back.
My dick pulsed at full mast immediately, tail whipping and clanking against the porcelain. I took my shaft into my hand, taking measured breaths as I wanked in the lonely stall while my left hand drifted down to trace along my hole.
Suddenly, a sharp tapping noise broke me from my trance. I tensed, afraid I had been caught. I was sure the police must have seen me constantly hanging out and finally came around to bust me. My heart pounded in my ears as another soft tapping came from inside the room. A sneaker clad foot began to slide across the tile floor, now inside my stall before tapping again right beside my own foot. I awkwardly tapped me foot back in the same rhythm. The foot withdrew before the tapping came again, this time against the stall door. I hurriedly redressed before unfastening the bolt.
He was a coyote, probably in his early 30's, dressed in jeans and a tank top. "If you wanna jerk off, you should do it with me, kid. You've been trolling all day and never made a single move," he said, wasting no time in grabbing me by the wrist. "No use dangling bait in the water if you're never going to reel in the line." Like a parent leading an unruly child, he pulled and tugged at my wrist, leading me out of the building and into night's darkness. I struggled to pull my pants up as I stumbled forward and out the front door, down to the parking lot before stopping in front of a big semi. The coyote leaned back against the grill, truck parked backward in the lot to face outward, looking at the long bank of other semi-trucks. "You don't park your car right, either. If you're down to play, you park the other way. Simple enough," he added, starting to work open his belt.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait," I said, raising my hands to try and stop him from whipping it out all too soon. "What's trolling? And cruising?" His stare cut me deep before he began laughing. The noise grew louder as he braced his knees, pounding his fist on the grill so hard that I feared he would put his fist straight through it
"You're fucking serious! You're out here wandering around without a clue how this works!" he laughed, body now shaking as he gasped for air between chains of hearty cackling. I felt my cheeks burning red under my fur, suddenly ashamed in front of this complete stranger who had planned to jerk me off only moments before.
"So? Why don't you teach me?" I blurted out hastily, trying to cut him off and keep him passing out. The coyote smiled wide, giving a few weak chuckles before fishing out a cigarette and lighting it.
"First, tell me why you were jerking off in the bathroom," he said, giving his crotch a casual fondle. He groped himself lewdly without any sense of shame. I pulled my eyes away from him growing bulge before he spoke up again, "and look at me when you talk."
I shifted my stance to try looking him in the eye and not straight at his groin. "Well, I came here and I," I said, hesitating greatly before concluding in one big breath, "ended up jerking off with some guy and wanted to see him again."
The grin spread across his face as if he planned to burst into hysterics again, but instead, he responded with an oddly measured tone, "Well, first of all, perish that thought now. Repeaters don't come often. This place is a Cruising Area. Guys come here to hook up with other guys. It's not exactly jumping out here in the sticks, but if you want your dick sucked, you can get if you hang around here and look interested." He pointed toward the other few cars in the lot. "Look over there. All parked the normal way and have someone sleeping in them. First rule is to never disturb the people who really just want to use the area. But that guy," he said, pointing toward an SUV parked backward in his space, "is Trolling, or looking to hook up with someone. Here, grope yourself."
I followed the command, just trying to take everything in at once. As my hand hefted my own package, I looked out the SUV, who quickly rolled down his window in return. An old weasel peered out from inside, rolling his tongue around his lips a red helicopter blade. I turned away in disgust, cheeks flushed. "Holy shit," I gasped, trying to hide my face, "Don't tell me there's some code that I have to let him blow me now."
"If you want to play in this league, never forget that you can bail at any time," the coyote said, now letting a hand drift over to tug open my belt. "A few other things. If you jerk off in a stall, your belt will chime really loud. That's how you know someone else is doing it when you walk into a bathroom, or you can use it to signal to other people. If you aren't wearing a belt, you can always give a cough or a foot tap. At least, until instinct sets in, then you'll just 'know' how to find a good hook-up."
I slid up against the truck, staring wide-eyed. "I'm not joining this club. I just wanted to try to find that bull. I don't know about all this stuff about instinct and hooking up and anything like that ," I said, trying to put more bass and confidence in my voice. The coyote grinned devilishly as he pulled me closer.
"Then you're saying that you won't suck my dick as payment for the lesson?" he said, letting his hand drift up and around my lips. I could feel my mouth watering, thinking about the load from the previous week. In hindsight, it seemed so wasted upon that massive chest. In my head, I replayed that scene over and over, getting that load on my face in my mouth, what it would have felt like to take that massive length in my ass. I glanced around and folded my arms tighter across my chest.
"Where at?" I whispered, giving in to the most basic of emotions. Lust. His warm hand seized my wrist again, leading me behind the cab. I had read stories of truckers playing in the warm cabs of their trucks, but this man had different ideas. He opened the hatch behind the freight container and opened it before pushing me inside. The darkness was heavy, illuminated only by the square of light coming from the opened hatch. The coyote stepped in quickly and shut the door behind him, leaving us in the solid blackness.
His hands soon found me as the guided me to kneel. I held on to his hips as I eased myself to the floor, unsure of my surroundings. The rustling of fabric echoed in the hollow metal shell as something hard and damp rubbed across my face. I opened my mouth wider and took the head inside, rolling my tongue around around the tip to clear the excess precum. Those hands moved carefully up from my shoulders to seize my ears before he gave a hard thrust against the back of my throat. I gagged as he dug hard, hips humping wildly as I fought to swallow and deepthroat him to keep the head from probing any harder at the back of my mouth.
He grunted and groaned, pulling out and taking a step back. With no sounds, I began to flail my hands faster, trying to find him in the darkness. Just as my hand found a fur covered ankle, he pushed back into my mouth. At least, I told myself it was him. I began to wonder what was in the darkness. For all I could tell, it was another man hiding in the shadows ready to take his turn. I bobbed and sucked faster, tongue flicking at the slit as I squeezed his balls. He pulled out and smeared the juices onto my muzzle before moving around me again.
Hands rested on the back of my head before a cock pushed into my mouth. I stroked my self in my shorts, pulsing, thinking about secretly being on display for all the men I couldn't find there in the darkness. This time, the coyote didn't hold back, mouth fucking me harder and harder, his balls swinging and hitting me in the chin with each pump.
Suddenly, he yanked out again. I opened my mouth and raised my head as a hot, wet splatter of jizz landed across the bridge of my muzzle. I raised up to try to blindly catch the next shot, hopeful as the second gush hit me in the neck, leaking down onto my clothes. The rough hands grabbed my ears again and pushed my head down to let the last of his load leak onto my forehead as if anointing me as a fledgling cruiser. I gasped for breath, body shaking as I came hands-free, body just quivering from the intensity as I unloaded into my own shorts. I whimpered, the sticky mess spreading through my briefs, cooling rapidly and sticking to my fur as I whined louder.
A firm hand pushed me down by the back of the head against the metal floor with a loud clang. My hands darted up to my face, feeling around to make sure my nose wasn't bleeding after the impact. Hands spread my raised ass and began to lap along the cumsoaked fabric, before easing the briefs down my hips. I wriggled my legs around, helping him take them off before I felt his weight pin down atop me. Those dirty brief pushed into my mouth like a gag; the heady taste of my own sweat and cum oozed down my throat. I heard him spit behind me before two wet fingers began to dig and probe at my hole. I rattled around in the darkness, chewing on the gag to milk more of the taste from it.
The head of his cock, still coated in spit and cum, began to grind around my hole. I fought back the temptation to tighten up, hiking back against the abuse. I had been fucked before, but this was different. This was purely physical, only about slamming into a hole for the sheer sake of pleasure. He sank inside and began to pound away at my guts.
The air stuck in my lungs as he took control, lifting up my hips with each thrust. I pawwed wildly at the floor, body heaving as I tried to pull myself together and breath normally through my nose. Howls and groans vibrated inside the gag, muffled from reaching the ears the wild coyote. He drove in deep, balls swinging to slap against my taint.
The darkness sparked in front of me, eyes straining to see anything as he bigger male had his way with me. I immagined again all of the other men, crouched around us, watching, waiting for their turn.
I wanted it.
I wanted to be fucked and filled by as many men as possible.
As if he could sense my thoughts, he began to lose control. Our bodies collided sloppily as he groped and pinched at my nipples, hips slamming into mine over and over. I swallowed hard in an effort to not drown on my own drool. He pulled me back to ride him, and I took it like a champ. Bouncing up and down, my hole squeezed and milked tighter around him. He groaned lowly, prompting me to move faster. I was determined to make this man cum again. I bit hard into the gag and snarled with determination.
"Oh fuck, not so fast!" he groaned. I worked even faster, slamming him deeper and harder inside me. He moaned and tried to pull my hips down against him to hold me still, but I rode faster still. He thrust forward to meet my wild ride, hilting balls deep as his body shook. A snarl of pleasure echoed through the container as he unloaded into my loose, dripping hole.
He pulled out roughly, leaving me gaping. I pulled the gag from my mouth gasping fresh air as I staggered to my feet, the warmth of his cum leaking down the back of my legs. I pulled myself to my feet as he moved easily through the dark. Light stung my eyes as he opened up the hatch and waved me out. I scrambled back into the world of the living behind him, feeling the cum melting like snow and dripping down my body. "Can I ask you something?" I whispered as I leaned against the truck for support.
"I was the only guy in there," the coyote replied, not even waiting for the obvious question. "And before you ask, I did it to let you see just how much you want to play with strangers. Don't even have to see them and that's what you want. But the game is over and life is starting again. I'll get on the road, you'll do whatever you do, and we'll never meet again."
He turned away from me and began to stroll around to the driver's side. Just before rounding the corner, he looked back and smiled, "Happy hunting, Brother."
* * *
The dalmatian leans back before sliding down to lay on his side, face appearing a little said. "He was right. I never saw him or the bull again. If I'm going to tell you all this, I don't want to sugar coat it, to make it sound like some soap opera. He was right, once you were done, that self-contained universe popped." He pulls his keys from his pocket and trusts one forward, popping an imaginary bubble. "And if that's the case, I have popped a lot of universes."