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Play Day: he needed more than my hands on his dick

Have you ever felt lonely? Have you ever been blue? In need of a friend? Do you like being naked? Relaxed and aroused? I'm a friendly therapist who's happy to listen to you.

He became 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," 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 together, spooning, his arms wrapped around my chest, our bodies touching from head to toe. He nuzzled my neck, his beard tickling.

I'm really glad I came today

"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."

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

"You can tell me whatever you want. I am very open-minded. And nothing you say will go any further than this room."

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 have all day to talk

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."

He needed someone to listen

For the next several hours he told me about his work, family, marriage, dreams, his worries for his future. I asked questions, encouraging him to tell me more. Suggested insights that he hadn't considered. Recommended books and web sites he might find useful.

But mostly I listened. With my head on his chest and later, as we lay top to toe, on his thigh watching his face.

As he talked, we played with one another, stroking cocks, caressing bodies, kissing, cuddling and rolling about together. He stopped talking entirely whenever I caressed his cock or teased his balls. Sometimes with only my hands.

His look of intense pleasure as he ejaculated was soon after replaced with one of deep relief.

His intimate, naked therapist

"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 about 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 like you I could talk with. I could tell by your questions that you were actually listening to what I said. I know I can tell you anything. It's the best kind of therapy.

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