Writing down your thoughts and emotions is often recommended as a type of therapy. Fixated on a married heterosexual man from work named John, I decided to write a fantasy story about a night of passion with him. To begin, I described my physical attraction towards this man, who is tall, well-built and with thick red hair and red beard. My story related how John and I got into conversation while drinking during a work’s night-out. Gradually, John let down his guard and, drunkenly, agreed to come home with me. Writing as graphically as possible, I recorded how John and I started to kiss, embrace and undress. Falling onto the bed, I moved my head lower to take John’s erect cock in my mouth and suck thirstily. With John on his back, I raised his legs to give my tongue access to his hairy crack and muscular anus, which I rimmed and kissed with passion. With my own cock throbbing, I pressed my engorged cockhead against his virgin hole, which I entered slowly and gently, before riding him vigorously. Moaning and sweating, our bodies bucked in unison, until I shot my load deep inside him. To end, I sucked his cock to orgasm and swallowed his copious cum. While all this might just be wishful thinking, writing the story brought the encounter strangely alive. Whenever I see John at work now, I recall our night of passion and revel in the intimacy of my sexual fantasy. Hugh Braceland
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This is a true story from New York City in 1980. I will never forget it.
I moved to the city only two weeks ago, and had sent all my time immersed in my new job. I was now feeling familiar sexual urges tugging at my conscience, and decided that I would be out on the prowl this Saturday night. For me that meant looking for cock to suck.
I went to a bathhouse in the 20’s just below midtown. It may have been the Chelsea Baths, the name isn’t important anymore, but the night would turn out to be one I will never forget. It would be a night in heaven for this cocksucker.
I checked in and got a locker about 9:00PM, a bit early for this crowd, but I intended to make the most of the evening. Naked, with only a pair of flip-flops and a towel, I took myself on a tour of the facilities. Some ten minutes later I walked into a large room that was filled with three foot cubes covered in grey carpet and illuminated by pinpoint spot lights. In the center of the room was a large man leaning back against one of the cubes, visible only from the waist down. His thighs were powerful and and a pair of bull balls and a formidable, even while soft, cock hung from the center. It was so beautiful it made my knees weak.
I took the towel from my waist and started to fold it into a kneepads as I slowly walked toward him. I couldn’t see the upper part of his body at all, but it hardly mattered since I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. I put my makeshift kneeling pad in front of him and got into position. I looked up for permission to start, but all I could see was the overhead spotlight. I felt a big hand gently rest on my shoulder, which was all I needed.
I nuzzled the bottom of his nut sack and began giving it a good tongue bath. I could feel the texture of his scrotum change as I proceeded to adore his big full balls. My head was spinning now and my mouth craved to be in contact with his cock. I wanted to show my submission and adoration though, so I continues to lick and kiss his shaft all over. I became vaguely aware of other men gathering around, but by now I was lost in my surrender to his cock.
I paused briefly to look at his cock in its full glory. It was hard now and absolutely magnificent in the spotlight. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and surrendered to my natural cock serving instincts. It filled me with excitement and surrennder as I felt my lips, mouth and throat melt around its hardness. Feeling it grow even harder and twitch with pleasure rewarded me with the pleasure that sends every cocksucker to heaven. I didn’t stop until it was all the way down my throat, my nose flattened amidst his light brown pubis hair, and his balls against my chin. The joy of being able to accommodate the full length of it way satisfying and in no time I was bobbing my head up and down on it, savoring every detail as it passed through my lips and down my hungry throat. As this went on I could hear the exclamations and groans of the audience as the men watching closed in around me. I felt proud to be serving this beautiful cock.
As I was being cheered on I could feel and taste his pre-cum oozing into my already wet mouth and my excitement grew to the point where I thought I might cum myself. The head of his cock grew even harder and stretched the back of my throat as I briefly held it there between strokes. I could tell he was getting close and I wanted his load more than anything.
Just then he held my head and pulled his cock out of my mouth. Panic came over me. I wanted his cock back in my mouth, but he turned my head to my right and there was another nice hard cock pointing right at my mouth. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head of it only to feel it immediately ejaculate into my mouth filling it with cum. I didn’t even have the opportunity to gulp it down before the big man grabbed my head and pushed the huge wad of the other man’s cum right down my throat with his cock. I was so grateful and excited I actually came myself from the sensation of it.
I was immediately back to working on his cock with a new level of dedication. The other man’s thick load was the perfect throat lube and despite the enormous size of his shaft deepthroating him seemed more effortless and natural than ever. But as soon as I lost myself in sucking he pulled out of my mouth again, this time turning my head to my left so that my mouth now met another hard cock. I got to bob my head a few times on this one before it shot into my mouth. I turned back towards the big man and displayed my prize for all to see. The big man in front of me promptly grabbed my head in both hands and started to give my mouth a good fucking, pushing another load of cum down my throat.
The crowd was clearly in approval of my treatment and as my mouth was being appropriately used I could feel other cocks being rubbed over my ears , cheeks , and shoulders. Someone couldn’t wait for my mouth to be available and just shot his load all over the side of my face. The big man hardly missed a stroke and wiped up the cum from the side of my face and just shoved it back into my mouth. Others were more restrained and waited for me to offer my mouth as directed. I normally **** to waist a drop, but this wasn’t a normal night. I took three or four more loads in my mouth, and several more were squirted on my face, neck, chest, and back.
It tickled as it ran down my body.
Finally, the big man was ready to use me to catch his load, and it really was the grand finale. I went right back to sucking his cock softly and sweetly. I just relaxed and his cock seemed to tell me exactly what it wanted. I reached up with both hands and began to softly caress his balls. I try to not think about taking his load in my mouth when I’m giving oral service; it seems improper for a cocksucker to think of anything bet pleasing. But now I could feel the head of his cock stretching the back of my throat to it’s limit, made easier to take by the huge amount of pre-cum he was giving me. I could hardly breathe, but I was so excited it hardly mattered. He reached up and held my head firmly, but with surprising tenderness and just started shooting his load while continuing to long-stroke fuck my mouth. I just kept sucking and getting thick gobs of cum pushed down my throat.
I collapsed in pure pleasure at his feet, but kept holding his cock gently in my mouth. I couple more guys shot their loads on my, which felt like the ultimate applause. I was eventually helped to my feet, covered in cum, my throat stretched out.
I was almost a completely satisfied cocksucker
I’m a big believer in writing therapy! I often do that by roleplaying. Setting a scene with a stranger or a friend, picking a scenario, talking about kinks and limits and then improvising the rest of it. It is so cathartic to write it out, and picture the scene in our minds.
If roleplaying in real time, I’d often insert my toy in me and squeeze my prostate until I cum hands free, timing it with the orgasm of my character.
Often I’d write stories and get extremely turned on reading them later on, not only because of the detail in which the intimacy is described but also the build up, the emotions and freely express the kinks.
So glad to see this post 🙂
I’d love to hear from anyone interested in writing something together, whether stories or experiences or roleplaying ( 23-wildest-pilot@icloud.com)
Thank You Mr S
Therapies are always very welcome.
The important thing is to give yourself without reservation. Your mind and spirit will be immensely grateful.
I love Hugh’s story writing therapy and enjoy his account of a enjoyable encounter with John from his workplace, I to would get a throbbing cock by the sound of Johns hairy crack and muscular anus , all I can say is I hope you enjoyed another session