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He needed more than my hands on his cock

Have you ever felt lonely? Have you ever been blue? Do you like being naked? Relaxed yet so aroused? Here's a friendly masseur happy to listen to you.

He became very emotional after the massage, which is sometimes a side effect of being touched thoroughly and so intimately.

"You must think I'm a real wimp for crying like that," he said, wiping his eyes.

"Not in the least," I assured him. "You don't get touched very often, do you?"

"I haven't been touched with so much care and sensitivity for a long time. It's like you've released something from deep inside me. Would you mind if we just lie on the bed together for a while and talk?"

"My pleasure."

We lay on the bed, spooning, his arms wrapped around my chest, our bodies touching from head to toe. He nuzzled my neck, his beard tickling.

"You're a very nice guy," he said, "I'm really pleased I've come today. Your web site paints a lovely picture of you but it's nothing compared to the reality."

I thanked him for the compliment: "It's nice to be appreciated."

"I feel like I could tell you anything and you won't judge me."

He pulled me into a tighter embrace, pressing his body into me. I felt his cock growing harder and pressing against my bum.

"You don't mind that do you?" he asked, a little hesitantly. "Lying here with you is turning me on. I can move if it's uncomfortable."

"Don't move an inch. I like how it feels."

We lay quietly for a few moments, enjoying his cock lengthening and sliding in between my cheeks. Then he said:

"I've been pretty depressed lately. Lost. I mean I have my career but I'm recently divorced. We didn't have kids, so I feel like I don't have any connection with what I used to know. Being here with you is the first human contact I've had in months. I really need someone who'll listen to me. Do you mind if I talk?"

"Today is all about you and we have plenty of time. If you want to talk, go ahead. I'd like to know more about you."

Like being a naked counsellor

For the next few hours he told me about his work, family, marriage, dreams, his worries for his future. I asked questions, encouraging him to tell me more and offered insights that he hadn't considered.

As he talked we continued to play with one another, stroking cocks, caressing bodies, kissing and rolling about together. He stopped talking entirely when I applied my hands to his cock and gradually teased and massaged him to an explosive ejaculation.

"I feel so completely relaxed and refreshed," he said, as I towelled us clean. I've never talked so much about myself to anyone. Not even my ex-wife."

"Sometimes it's easier talking to a stranger. Being naked and physically touching one another probably helps too."

"It's like a load has lifted off my chest. I've been thinking of seeing a counsellor. But lying here naked with you and talking was a much better idea. I think you've been really good for me."

I've never met anyone I could talk to like I talk to you. I feel I can tell you anything and you'll never judge me. You have incredible insight. It's the best kind of therapy.

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