A Likely Story: A Wayward Ink Publishing Anthology (18 page)

More adjustment by Troy, and Samuel is shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Time to end the lecture bit of our session.

“This is also the phase where a guy experiences what is known as the ‘refractory period’, which is the time it takes a man to have another erection. For you two that period is probably something like fifteen to twenty minutes, tops thirty minutes, but be aware that as you age this period will last longer, so enjoy your quick recovery times while you can!” I pause for effect. “After a handful of sessions I’ll have you two fucking like bunnies!”

Samuel is choking, but it’s a good choke, I think—nervous, but not run-for-the-hills terrified. And Troy is laughing. Again, a little nervously, but they’re both still with me.

“Okay, so how are we doing, gents?”

“Good,” they answer in unison, looking a tad flushed, and rather pleased with themselves too, I might add.

“I realize this first session is pretty short—
Unlike you guys—
and somewhat daunting and embarrassing—
Though I think your blushes are adorable
—but if you put your trust in me you will be richly rewarded.”
You’ll be coming by the bucket-load.

It was the end of the technical blurb and sadly the end of the session.

More silent communication. Just lovely to witness.

“We’re in, Justin.” This from Troy as he stands, Samuel following suit.

“Excellent, now please see Hope More
. …” I really must stop calling her by her full name.
“Please see Hope on your way out and schedule an appointment for three days from now.”

They nod and stand to leave. Samuel, however, is a little wonky on his feet and both Troy and I rush to steady him.
Stupid me
. I look down in a completely professional manner and see the problem. Samuel’s cock is still filling his trousers.

“Erm, you might want to sit down again for a moment until you calm down in the nether regions.”

Troy immediately gasps and holds onto Samuel to cover his embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, gentlemen, this isn’t the first time, nor will it be the last, that something like this has happened in my office. It was remiss of me not to warn you and I apologize. As you, Sam, are so well endowed, the blood flow needed to bring you to erection is somewhat more substantial than the average man’s. Therefore, you may find yourself a little dizzy as your body diverts its resources. You may also find you don’t completely deflate, as a sudden turn-on from a totally flaccid position would inflate you so quickly you could pass out. It’s the body’s way of protecting itself. For the majority of occurrences, however, you will be completely fine.”

Troy and Sam sit again and I give both a glass of water. Within a couple of minutes Samuel has recovered and they stand to leave. They turn as one toward the door, and like a choreographed dance, swap the hands that they’re each holding.

“Oh, and, guys… don’t forget to leave those cocks alone. You need to find me five erogenous zones that you’ve discovered about each other and I’m not accepting either the penis or the anus as an answer!”

Troy and Samuel head toward the door, chuckling at my last statement. As they reach it, Troy puts his arm around Samuel’s shoulders at the same time as Samuel winds an arm around Troy’s waist. I love the whole dynamic between these two—if it’s the last thing I do, I want to help them reach the heights of pleasure that they so richly deserve.

I’m brought out of my musings a few minutes later by Hope Morecock sticking her head around my door. For the one millionth time I acknowledge she is the owner of the most annoying voice I have ever heard and resolve to replace her, knowing full well I won’t. Damn her for having such a wonderfully evocative name. … If only she didn’t sound just like Janice from the hit show,
Friends
. I swear her voice would be better suited to a train station.

“OH, MY GOD! Did you just see those two?”

Noooooo, I’ve only just spent the last hour with them with my eyes and ears closed.

“Yes, delightful, weren’t they?” I give her a fake smile before returning my attention to my notes.

Bollocks, she’s coming in.

Putting a hand to her bosom, “I think I’m in love. What I’d do to have a piece of either of them.”

Hope by name, Hope by nature. But Morecock from those guys, you ain’t a gonna get, my dear.

“They’re gay, Hope.”

“But I can play sandwich… or surely one of them could be converted.” She looks longingly into the reception area that they have long since vacated, and sighs.

As much as I love my job, and as much as my joystick perks up like a dog eyeing a bone, if you’ll pardon the pun, at the thought of some clients—especially Troy and Samuel—thinking it and doing something about it are two entirely different things. When demonstrating, I only touch my clients when absolutely necessary, preferring to take the hand(s) of the partner and guide them over the other’s body. The thought of my receptionist/secretary even voicing her wishes toward Troy and Samuel has my blood boiling.

“HOPE… my practice is not a dating agency, and those men have come here for help. Make one unprofessional move in their direction and you can consider yourself unemployed.”

She stands there for a minute with her mouth open, catching flies, while our eyes keep contact. She is assessing whether I mean what I’m saying—I sure as hell do. For some reason, Troy and Samuel have brought out the protective instinct in me.

“Yes, sir,” is her eventual response as she turns on her high red heels and takes quick three-inch strides in a tight black skirt to get back to her desk.

Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out. I might add a dildo to it next time—it’s the only way you’re gonna get any cock in this office.

Session Two

THE NEXT three days drag by, but finally the day is here.
Woohoo.
Neither Troy nor Samuel is in the least bit feminine, but I can’t help but think, ‘Here comes Candy and Floss’.

“Your last appointment is here, Dr. Gaylord.”

I bite back a groan at the sound of the voice from hell, but make no effort to suppress an ear-splitting grin at the thought of my clients from heaven.

I rush through my pre-patient warm-up before pressing the intercom button eagerly. “Please send them in, Miss Morecock.”

I faintly hear the boys snicker at the mention of Hope’s last name. They’re in good spirits. Excellent.

They enter my office and Samuel, in particular, is noticeably more confident than he was on their first visit. They make their way to the chairs; Troy with his self-assured greeting, and Samuel with his small wave. They are dressed in the same style of clothing as their previous visit, only this time Troy’s T-shirt is blaring the words
I Suck Cock
. Clearly he has no issue with anyone knowing his sexual orientation.

Such athletic grace in their movements. I bet watching them in the throes of sex would be like watching the hottest and most erotic ballet ever performed. Oh god, less than thirty seconds in and my naughty brain has already sprung to life. It’s like these two walk in and the automatic brain-in-gutter switch is flicked.

We exchange a few pleasantries before getting on with business.

“Okaaayy, down to it.” I pause and smile. “How was your homework? Have you got five erogenous zones for me?”

Troy gives a resounding, “Yes,” and Samuel smiles, nodding his affirmation while a blush creeps up his neck.

“Let’s hear them, then… three from you, Troy, two from you, Samuel.”

Despite Samuel being shy, it’s important to not let him completely hide behind Troy.

Troy takes the lead. “Neck.”
Well done, my boy. Most definitely an erogenous zone. Mmm, a tongue creeping up the artery, open-mouthed kisses. …

I am pleased when Samuel steps in with a response without being prompted. “Nipples.”
Ah, they’ve explored the chest. Yum! Open shirts, pinching, licking, nibbling. …

“Toes,” Troy offers, grinning.
Interesting. Not my cup of tea, but hey, whatever floats your boat, and the feet are very sensitive places… just ask a reflexologist.

I can’t stop the smile wanting to turn up the corners of my mouth when Samuel steps in with an answer. It’s so sweet and charming that they’re taking turns to reply.

“Palms.”
Now that’s a tad unexpected, but welcome. Kissed and licked in the right way and you can be swooning.

I raise an eyebrow at Troy, patiently waiting for him to bring home the bacon, so to speak.

“Ear lobes.”
Ah, now you’re talking! Ears; flick ‘em with your tongue, nip ‘em with your teeth, and by Jove, don’t forget to suck!

“Excellent… well done.”

The Naughty Justin part of me is tempted to quiz them in depth about where and how they’ve discovered the erogenous zones, but Professional Justin wins out and I continue in full therapist mode.

“Any part of the body can be an erogenous zone. Any piece of available skin, really. The back of the neck, crooks of the elbow, Adam’s apple, backs of knees, thighs—especially the inside of the thigh.”
Mmm, strong thumbs sliding up the inner thigh to. … Oh God, stop it, Justin. Behave.
“And, of course, anywhere around the genitalia.”

The first thing I have to do is get the guys to relax, otherwise they will never have the nerve to get intimate within these walls.
And boy do I want them intimate within these walls
. If I can work in a couple of those erogenous zones, too, I’ll be happy. I want them leaving my office hot and horny.

“Do you dance?”

They both shake their heads.

“Dance can be very erotic… in its own way, an erogenous zone. I’m not just talking Channing Tatum in
Magic Mike
, or something you see performed on a pole. But simply two people swaying together and losing themselves to the music… with clothes on. Would you like to give it a go?”

Troy looks at Samuel, who gives his silent nod of approval.

“Excellent.” I allow my enthusiasm to show in my tone and the smile I share with them.

I open the drawer-like compartment within my desk, revealing the control panel to all the ‘extra’ facilities I have at my disposal. After flicking a couple of switches, the blinds on the windows come down, darkening the room, and soft, barely-there wall lights come on, making my office look more like a plush lounge than a medical practice.

With a small turn at the waist, I swivel and open another drawer, extracting two sets of ear mics. I take my time standing, keeping my movements slow and steady so as not to startle the two men before me who now resemble skittish deer ready to gallop into the forest to escape the hunter.

Smiling reassuringly, I walk around until I’m standing before them. I keep my touch light as I hook on the ear pieces, gently coaxing them into position. Job done, I hold out my hands to them both, relieved when they don’t hesitate to grasp ahold.
Long fingers, soft palms, strong grips. …

Walking backward, still smiling, I lead them to the center of the lounge. “Do you like Bryan Adams?”

“Sure.”

“Brilliant. Now, if you’d like to put your arms around each other, I’ll get the music started.”

They do as I instruct, with Samuel’s arms loosely linked around Troy’s neck while Troy’s arms are in a similar position around Samuel’s waist. In all truthfulness, they look a little awkward, but I guess anyone would that was told to hold onto their partner in the middle of a room and wait.

They watch me walk back to my desk, leaving them as alone as possible.

Putting in my own mic and earphones, I set the device to allow me to speak to them both at the same time. The sound of my voice in their ears makes them jump a little and they grin sheepishly at each other over their reaction.

“Listen to the lyrics of the song as much as to the beat of the music and sway from side to side. You may hear me give you small instructions throughout the song, but only listen to me like you would background music. Focus on each other.”

They nod their understanding and I press the start button on the iPod.

As soon as the opening piano chords strike, they relax, smiling, with Samuel immediately looking into Troy’s eyes. And then, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, they start to sway, eyes locked on each other.
Beautiful.

Hearing Bryan start to sing
Everything I Do, I Do It For You
, with that raspy voice of his, his evocative lyrics weaving their magic, I can’t help but silently sing along with him, feeling the music, and imagining myself in their position.
And what a position that is.

At the last line of the verse, Troy starts to softly sing to Samuel.
Dear sweet lord, I think my heart just melted.

With a flick of a switch I address only Troy, keeping my voice soft and unassuming. “Troy, let your fingers glide up Samuel’s side.”

I’m pleased to see Troy follows my suggestion without hesitation, and even more pleased when Samuel immediately clasps his arms tighter around Troy’s neck, laying his head on Troy’s chest while they continue to sway.

When the instrumental part of the song arrives, I use the opportunity to give some more instructions to Troy only. “Troy, free Samuel’s shirt from his trousers.”

On release of the shirt, Troy’s hands take on a life of their own and automatically look for skin—
Good boy—
one hand going under the shirt while the other lowers to Samuel’s ass.

I flip the switch before me—now it’s time to work with Samuel. “Samuel, play with Troy’s hair.”

I nod when Samuel responds immediately, his fingers slowly twirling and tugging the hair at the back of Troy’s neck.

Troy’s eyes shut as he tilts his head back into Samuel’s hand.

They pull each other closer and lose themselves to the music. It’s so sweet I almost cry. These guys are the epitome of the beautiful, sensual couple. What started off as awkward is now a sight to behold.

I leave them to their senses.

They’re now moving their feet and hips in time to the music. I’m fairly certain it’s not just their hips that have come to life.