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Mike unloads his deepest secrets in Jordan’s Chicago office during a monthly therapy session. The retired Italian businessman, now grappling with his sexuality, confesses to sucking dick for the first time after years of suppressed curiosity. It started at the Brookfield Zoo, where he picked up daughter Bella and grandson Snarky amid family tensions over money. There, Mike locked eyes with tall zoo employee Chris, a slender Black man from South Side Chicago whose generous free passes and strong handshake ignited an instant bond. Back home in Naperville, Mike masturbated furiously to thoughts of Chris, shifting from straight porn to gay scenes fixated on veiny Black cocks. He returned alone, treated Chris to Giordano’s deep-dish pizza, and soon acted on his fetish in a raw encounter. Tears stream down Mike’s face as he begs Jordan not to judge, torn between his straight identity and this explosive revelation that shatters his self-image after decades of denial.
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“Doc, does it make me gay that I finally gave in and sucked some dick? Be straight with me, I can handle it. I pay you good money for this.”
Mike sat in his shrink’s office, unloading all his troubles during his regular monthly visit.
“Or am I telling you too much?” he asked.
“Just lay it all out, Michael,” Jordan told him. He sat at his desk with pen and paper in hand.
Mike paused. He took one look at Jordan before tears streamed down his eyes as he explained what he found out about himself.
Opening Up in Therapy
Jordan’s stoic expression came from ten years in the profession. At 37, from upstate Syracuse, he was top-notch early in his career. He was so good he opened his own practice after years working for others. Mike sought him out five years prior, when Jordan worked for a practice in downtown Chicago. The married father of two daughters took his talents out on his own, along with the clientele he garnered. That put him in a spot where brutes like Mike would divulge all their dirty secrets.
“You promise you won’t judge?” Mike asked.
“I’m paid not to judge, Michael,” Jordan replied. He worked to keep from smiling.
Mike, with fluids drenching his thick gray mustache, took a deep breath. Then he described the day he acted on a long-built fetish.
“I went to pick up my daughter and my grandson to take them to the Brookfield Zoo,” he started. “She and I got into it. I found out she needed money to pay a bill. We bickered the entire ride to the zoo. ‘Snarky,’ my grandson, sat in the back, innocent as he listened. We made it to the zoo, paid admission, and things cooled off once we saw animals and exhibits.”
Mike went on about how he looked at an employee, a tall, slender Black guy, who returned the gaze and a smile.
“Jordan, I don’t know. It was like we had a bond,” Mike mentioned. “Almost as if we knew each other and reunited.”
Jordan took notes while Mike rambled on about the visit. He described how his grandson’s face lit up at sights like the painted dogs or the anaconda.
At the end, Mike and his family made it to the front entrance. There he crossed paths again with the tall drink of water he’d seen an hour earlier.
“Your first time here?” the guy asked them.
“Been here a few times,” said a blushing Mike. He was enamored by the guy’s smile.
“Well, I’m Chris. I’m giving you three passes for admission, so your next visit is free,” he told them.
“That was very sweet of you,” Mike replied. He shook Chris’s big right hand.
Chris measured much taller than Mike at six-foot-five. He had Mike in awe. A guy that tall and so generous was a rarity in Chicago, Mike thought. He kept thanking the strong-handed Chris until Chris had to pull away. Bella, Mike’s daughter, had to yank Mike forward.
“It was love at first sight,” Mike told Jordan.
“I took Bella and Snarky out for a meal, then took them home before I drove back to Naperville. Let me tell you something. The rest of the night I had Chris on my mind. I beat my cock to the thought of being with another man.”
“Care to explain ‘being with another man’?” Jordan asked.
“You been paying attention? You know what I said at the beginning,” said a flustered Mike.
“You know I like you to break things down,” Jordan replied. He tried to keep Mike grounded to talk.
Confessing the Fetish
“Ever since I divorced my second wife, sex hasn’t come like I want it to,” Mike stated. “First off, no woman seems to want a husky Italian guy. I’ve got plenty of money, officially retired so I have time, and a tongue that could make toes curl. But no girl wants it.”
Mike went around the world in answering Jordan’s question. Jordan stayed attentive, sitting with his right leg over his left.
“I’m trying to focus on ‘being with another man,’” he reiterated to Mike.
“I’ve been reduced to watching porn. Let’s say I’ve been curious about the men in the videos,” Mike answered.
Mike went on to state how he paid attention to the guys he saw fucking women. Sure, Mike still loved pussy. But he caught himself focusing on the detail of cock. He loved seeing it buried in some pink crevice and how it looked coming out. He paid the most attention to Black dick, the commonalities he noticed with each, regardless of size, looking strong and veiny. Most had a hot red tip. Most were long, perhaps eight or nine inches, as they protruded the beautiful women eager to receive them.
He talked of how his fag tendencies came to the surface. He stopped checking for straight porn to get to the male-on-male. He loved the sounds of men fucking, one guy on top of the other, pounding away as they both moaned. He claimed he noticed how the men came harder together than with women. He started to wonder if he was really missing out on something.
“And so I went back to the zoo, alone,” he told Jordan.
“Let’s talk about it,” Jordan told him. He put down the pen and paper.
Mike’s intent was to find Chris and perhaps have a chance discussion about whatever. Mike was bold to find some random man who could’ve put on a front during his last visit. But Mike was a man of determination and closure when trying to cross Chris.
“Hey man, for your gesture the other day, I was wondering if I could pay you back,” he told Chris.
Chris stood around joking with a co-worker when Mike found him.
“You made my grandkid’s day,” Mike told him. “I’m Mike.”
“Chris, as you already know,” he replied. Once again, they shook hands.
“You really went out of your way to tell me thank you.”
“Well, after almost 60 years in this city, I hardly ever find someone like you. Do you like Italian?”
An hour later, the two sat in Giordano’s, an eatery not too far from the zoo. Mike had friends working there. They’d seated them instantly. Mike was happy to catch Chris outside the zoo. It wasn’t every day the 25-year-old Chris, who hailed from South Side Chicago, sat and talked to a guy of Mike’s magnitude.
“I ain’t working for no mob, but I am from South Side,” Mike told him to squash any assumptions. “I owned a few businesses and sold them off, living off the cash.”
Chris devoured lasagna when he explained how he considered joining the Navy.
“Tired of Chicago?” Mike asked.
“Tired of cleaning up wild dog shit and not a fan of the snakes,” Chris replied. Mike burst into laughter.
These two men from different walks of life forged a bond that was necessary for what Mike wanted. Chris was oblivious to Mike’s desire yet felt drawn to the five-foot-nine guy in a velour jogging suit.
“You got a girlfriend?” Mike asked.
“No girl at the moment,” Chris replied. Mike began to blush.
Mike told Jordan how Chris came off as a virgin, perhaps a confused one. He sounded wayward when speaking of women.
“Just know, you always tell a woman what she wants to hear,” Mike mentioned. “I’ve been doing it for over 40-plus years. I love pussy.”
Mike explained how Chris seemed a bit uncomfortable. He took advantage of the moment.
“You sure you don’t have a girlfriend?” he asked again.
“Can I tell you a little secret?” Chris asked. “I’m bi.”
“And so the bells went off in your head once you realized he too might like cock,” Jordan asked Mike.
Mike looked over to Jordan. They made eye contact.
“Can I make a long story short?” Mike asked.
“I sucked off my first Black cock.”
Mike mentioned how Chris made a decision during the meal to quit the zoo mid-shift and follow through on plans to join the Navy.
“I wanted to help him celebrate. He left with me to go back to Naperville. We had drinks. Then one thing led to another,” Mike said to Jordan.
“One thing led to another?” Jordan asked. He wanted clarification.
Mike took Chris back to his place, where Chris became his first cocksucking experiment.
“He came into my home and taught me how to please a man,” Mike said.
Mike started sobbing as he thought about how Chris bent over to get his cock sucked from behind. Mike was in love with Chris’s nine-inch pole. He licked it, sucked it, and even pondered riding it as he remembered the porn he watched. Chris coached Mike while Mike was on his knees. He told him how much to suck and where. He told him how much suction to give and when to use his tongue.
Mike explained to Jordan how the tutorial had him hard the entire time. But Chris demanded he didn’t touch his own cock when in the presence of another man.
“And now that you’ve shared this, how do you feel?” Jordan asked the still-sobbing Mike.
Mike wondered if something was wrong with him or if he would become part of the “rainbow flag crowd from Boystown.”
“You shouldn’t align with any assumed associations because of your guilty pleasures,” Jordan said to him. “You like sex with another man, and that’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with that. But as a supporter of the LGBTIA community, I can tell you, your words are quite offensive.”
Jordan, on the other hand, was turned on listening to Mike spill his truth. Jordan was similar in stature to Chris. He too was Black and tall, of a caramel complexion with a beard much like the late crooner Teddy Pendergrass. There were times during the story that his own cock raged. He was an undercover bisexual who liked his cock sucked by white guys.
“So I’m not a fruit?” Mike asked Jordan.
“Stop using that word. It’s 2025, and we’re trying to get away from the obscenities that divide us,” Jordan replied. “But I have to ask this question. Do you really enjoy sucking off another man?”
“I crave it now, doc, more than pussy,” Mike replied. They looked directly at each other.
Jordan looked away and squirmed in his seat as his own cock got brick hard. He looked to the sky. “Everything okay, doc?” Mike asked.
Mike looked Jordan up and down. He noticed Jordan, with now his legs open, carrying a bulge in his khaki trousers. His eyes grew while Jordan looked away. Then he raised his eyes as Jordan finally came with a reply.
“Can I make an admission, and it stays in this room?” he asked Mike.
“I love the way you wove that story.”
“It’s all true,” Mike said.
“I know, and it turned me on immensely,” Jordan said. He shifted in his seat.
“I noticed you squirming,” Mike added as he began to laugh.
“Takes a lot to hear things like this.”
“Yeah, but from time to time, a doctor hears things he can relate to,” Jordan said in response.
He and Mike had a brief stare, as if they were trying to see if they were in sync. A couple of minutes passed. Mike felt emboldened to kneel in front of his shrink. He and Jordan were on the same plane as Jordan willfully laid back in his chair to undo his pants.
“You hearing my story got you all hot and bothered,” Mike asked as Jordan whipped it out.
“Holy mackerel, that thing is hard. Doc, you need me to handle this?”
“Please do,” Jordan mumbled.
Mike grabbed Jordan’s prick by the base to slap his face with it. Jordan hadn’t been pleased by his wife or anyone in weeks. Jordan’s throbbing tool showed he needed it wet immediately. Mike was slightly intimidated by its girth until he licked the sides of it.
“Feel good?” he asked Jordan.
Jordan moaned and closed his eyes to enjoy. A bit of precum rolled from the tip to land directly on Mike’s tongue. Mike groaned at the sweet flavor of Jordan’s cum. Then he placed his lips at the tip before burying his head down the shaft to commence a deep throat.
Mike planted his big bear hands on Jordan’s thick thighs while he whizzed his skull up and down. Mike’s mouth hurt as he tried to strong-arm his second cock, one that constantly released precum since Jordan was full.
“Give a guy some consultation, then you gotta give him cock too,” Jordan said to Mike as Mike struggled to take in Jordan’s base.
Jordan had a cock base that was unbelievably two inches thick. Mike had tears streaming down his face naturally as he tried to engulf the big cock. He learned to focus on the foreskin and half the shaft. Jordan moaned the most when he sucked there.
“Lick my balls. Don’t forget to lick my balls,” Jordan said as he got close.
He managed to edge himself and coach Mike on licking balls. Mike didn’t need guidance. He performed the way he received it from his wife. His tongue lapped away at each one. Then he’d pull them together gently with his lips before focusing on the cock again.
Jordan’s moans and whimpers were music to Mike’s ears. He felt he was two-for-two on pleasing men. He bobbed up and down furiously while Jordan’s moans got loud.
Jordan looked over at the view of downtown Chicago briefly as he got close. Mike rubbed his balls and felt them tightening while Jordan’s moans became more frequent. The buildup happened so fast. Mike went out of control.
“Oh fuck, here it comes, Michael,” Jordan warned. Then he began grunting as squirt after squirt of his hot cum splattered in Mike’s mouth.
“How the hell did we end up here?” Jordan asked afterwards.
The two of them laughed while Mike wiped his face of sweat. He came to his feet and helped Jordan off the couch where he sat with his pants still around his ankles.
“You’re good as gold,” Jordan told him as the two shook hands.
“Nothing wrong with sucking a little dick.”
“Thing is, there was absolutely nothing little about what you just fed me,” Mike replied.
“Same time next month?”
“Looking forward to it,” Jordan said as Mike began to walk out the door.
“And this session? Completely free. You won’t be billed.”
