Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2018 09:07:22 +0000 From: Bill Brightson Subject: Male Therapy Here's my Friend Tory's story in his own words. My name is Tory Jones (not my real last name). I'm 29 though I could pass for age 16-18 easily. I'm an orphan as far as I know. I grew up in the SYSTEM; CPS and all. I was abused in every way. I was anything but a virgin by the time I was 10. I'd been forced and learned to like it all. I never got any girl pregnant that I know till I was 17. I have two sons 11 and 10 who I never see. I pay my child support. I'm not married. My girlfriend of my two boys wouldn't marry me when the lads were 1 and 2 years old. She didn't like me being what she called a Male Gigolo, well she used a far worse term. I am 5 feet 9 inches. Black hair with small amount of very fine body hair. I could grow a beard, but I shaved twice a day as needed. I keep myself very thin with all muscle. I work very extensive to stay thin and fit. It's important in my line of work. Being an orphan I don't know my nationality. I can pass for Asian, Black, Hispanic, or white tanned. I speak 4 languages too. I speak English, Spanish, Mandarin, Cantonese; I also know some Japanese. OK so I speak 4 and half languages. I've lived in different types of families and had to learn how to survive in those environments. Those kinds of situations put you in a place where there is sex of any kind and you learn to enjoy it. I managed not to be a bitter or hateful person. Even with the mother of my two sons; I'm not mad at. I know how life works. They will seek me out someday. Don't let the title fool you. Male Therapy means I am a male who give you therapy. I have both male and female clients. However the most interesting stories are the male clients. I was a licensed psychologist for 5 years. I didn't like their dumb rules of the gobble gook mind games we were excepted to do. I think people should be allow to think what they want if it's healthy. I am also what you would call a Masseuse. I know how to really help people. But as part of the service I offer additional interaction (which might mean sex). Before any one starts asking Billy where I live; I don't want to be contacted. That's why I am passing this along to Billy. My business doesn't work that way anyway. Any case here is one of favorite stories. I am of course changing the names and places. It was a man I'll call Jeff Sr. and his son Jeff Jr. He wanted his son to know the pleasure of male sex. I guess the wife was gone for a week or something so I came to their house. He was 38 and his son was 16. I got contacted in the same way. One of my cards was passed along. I am careful because I don't want to break any laws knowingly. There are times when I just talk with and massage a person's body. It all depends on what they want. I also gauge the circumstance I am walking into; some people are just cruel. I don't want to spend time behind bars. I know most Cops aren't bad. But there a few, just like in any profession. There is however one cop who started out bad. I will call MIKE. He tricked me into servicing him. Then he warmed up to me, We became friends. He's in his 50 and had been a client of mine for years. He's married with 6 kids. So he called me one day about a guy he met. His felt like his wife didn't love him any more. So Mike gave him one of my cards. I called and made an appointment. I have a van with all my stuff inside. So on a Sunday I got to Jeff Sr. and his son JJ's (Jeff Jr.) house. Jeff opened the door. "I'm Tory Jones." "How old are you," ask Jeff Sr.? "27 sir." (This happened two year ago) "Shit you look like the same age as my son who's 16. Come in. JJ come out here. Our guest is here." It was a nice neighborhood. nice houses; two story homes. Jeff Sr. offered me a soda or tea. I sat in the medium sized couch with a standard looking American type home. His son came out looking guilty of something. I just smiled. I had learned how to make anyone feel conformable. Jeff Sr. was a burly man not fat just a very big. I liked him right away. His son was thin like me with a hint of facial hair. I estimated that Jeff Sr. was about 6 feet tall. JJ was about my height maybe 5' 8". "DAD, I don't want to do this," burst out JJ. I didn't miss a beat. "What don't you want to do JJ if I might call you that." "Sure, I am not in gay sex so you can here wasting you." "You're not into anything. Do you even jerk off like a man." Jeff Sr. asked his son. There was silence. I took the initiative. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to JJ. I was a license psychological doctor and massage therapist. So I know how people think. I am still a licensed message therapist. I am here because you father is worried about you." "He doesn't care about me. Really Dad. You a sycophant you want me to warm up to sex with men. I bet it's you who wants to screw his own son. You hate me and just want to use me." He ran out of the room. "You come back here young man." His dad yelled. "You talk to him. I'm going out for some beer and pick up a pizza." So there I was alone with his son. I went to JJ's room. It was a standard teen boys room posers of video games and movies. He had a full game and computer system in his room. As I walked in he was lying on his bed crying. "JJ, what wrong?' "What do you care. You're being paid to be here." "Not yet. I want to know if you need my help or not." "NO! GET OUT!" I left his room. "Wait. Come back." I returned. "You're a psych guy too. lay down next to me." We were both clothed so I wasn't worried about contact. He started to ball more. I put my arms out for him and then he rolled over to me and wept bitterly. "It's alright talk to me JJ." After a few more minutes he told me his plight. "My Dad, doesn't love me, really. He just want to have sex with me." "How do you know?" "Well, maybe he just want me to jerk off with him. He does it openly when its just us. I get afraid and walk away. The worst part is I get turned on but I'm not gay. I don't want to be." "Look, worry about labels when your get older. Sex most of the time is just about sex. You do jerk off don't you." "Yeah all the time. But I don't want to do it with any one else. I never have. I don't know how to explain what I feel." "I know what you need. I have in my van, a table that lets me help people. They lay down and I massage them. I could bring that in. You can lay down on it and tell me more. Does that sound OK?" "OK, I'll help carry the table and anything else if you need my help," said JJ. It took about 10 minutes and all to set it all up. Jeff Sr. came back with the food. I looked at him and spoke directly. "You need to be gone about an hour. JJ is opening up to me." "Sexually?" He looked hopeful. "You need to go. I will tell you everything I can. Right to privacy laws are quite clear. I can only tell you what your son is OK with. And don't think he's going to be a sexual slave just because I talked to him." "OK Doc. I'll leave it up to you. There's a movie I've wanted to see." I smiled and he greeted a neighbor on the way out. I heard him explain how I was a massage therapist to help JJ with a pulled muscle in his back and legs. They seemed pleased. JJ and I ate some of the pizza. I don't normally eat that kind of food. But I was trying to be like JJ needed, a friend. "What do I call you Doc or Tory." "What works for you?" "Tory, like a friend." I told him to get on the table. He asked what should he keep on or take off. I told him whatever he wanted. He was dress in shorts and T-shirt. He was also wearing socks. White ankle ones. He took off his shirt and laid down on the table. I told him to lay face down. I had brought in my bag. I pulled out a bottle of magnesium oil. It was good for helping people relax. Its a blend of my own. "Can I put some oil on you?" "Sure the Doc, Tory." I apply the oil, he jumped a bit. I asked him if he was OK? Should I not rub it in? He told me to go ahead. I told him as long as he would share his heart. "OK, here goes. I started feeling sexual feelings I guess at about 8, everything turned me on both boys and girls. But I pushed them aside. I was jerking off at 10 years old all the time. I shot my first load at 12, but my feeling intensified. Now everything turned me on. My mind always turned everything sexual. I fantasized about my parents having sex. By the time I was 14 I only thoughts about sex. My parents never prevented me from looking at stuff online. There are only 3 things in my life. Video games, food and sex. I started to get afraid of what I was becoming. I shut all that down for over a year. I mean I still eat and jerk off all the time in thr shower. But that's all. Sex was over ruining my life. I was afraid I would rape someone in desperation to have real sex." "I know how you feel. I'm careful what I look at online too." "So is there anything wrong with me?" "Not really. It's your life. I was an orphan and I was molested in every way possible." "How did you come out so nice. I don't see any anger in you." "I decided not to be anger or use people. I have two sons 10 and 11. I haven't seen them since they were babies. I know I'll see them some day. The next question is do you want me to rub you any more, and how much." "I want to feel it all." He jumped off the table and removed all his clothes. He then laid down on the table again face down. "Tory rub with that oil everywhere. I want to be touched. I know you care now." That was a feeling I often gave people. I didn't know how far JJ would go. But I didn't care. I wanted to help him. Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't mind sex. But not at his expense. So I rubbed at his feet first. I could tell he like it as he moaned. I knew how to rub out a foot. "Wow, you touch has given me a boner...." He said and I could tell he was sorry he had said it, because he blushed. I just kept working his feet. You never know what a person is going to get turned on by. I don't have any real fetishes myself. I not saying just because you like your feet rubbed that its a fetish. But feet rubbing effects most people the same. It is a turn on and a stress reliever that's why I will got to level 2 by starting at the feet. "You sure about all this JJ. I am going to rub your legs then your butt. Let me know if you don't want me to rub any areas." "Just keep going rub everything." I had good hearing. So I went to town and rubbed his leg. He continued to moan. I rubbed his butt. He moaned more and comment how he liked that. I worked my way up to his neck. "Can I roll over," he asked. "Do whatever you want." I told him. When he rolled over I was greeted by his little soldier standing to full attention of what I guess to be at least 6 inches. I started at the feet again. He had his eyes closed. but I could tell he was now getting into the rubdown. I had magic hands I've been told. He continued to moan. I took that as a good sign. when I got to his groin I didn't touch that area. I wanted him to want it. I could tell he was now more than turned on. His little soldier was now leaking a lot. When I got close to his face he moved up slightly and kissed me. It wasn't on the lips, but the face. "I sorry, I shouldn't have done that." "Do you want me to stop.? I can let you get dressed and we can talk more." "Do you want to jerk me off or something," he asked? "I am here to help you. If that mean jerking you off. I will. Do you want anything else?" He sat up and looked at me. His meat never going down. In fact it was leaking even more. I reached for it. As I squeezed it he started to cum. I put my mouth over it without thinking. He grabbed my head and buried his meat to the hilt. I could take bigger. The boy's seed sure did taste sweet! It was a lot. He grabbed me by the head and kissed me passionately fishing in my mouth with his tongue for his own seed in there. I was now getting weak in the knees. I sat on the couch. He put on his clothes and joined me. "Tory, that was the best orgasm in my life. I don't know what to do." I was smart. I went therapist on him. "We tell your dad that I need to come back at least once a week. You'll be better if I do. I'll also talk to him about things, but only what you want me to." "Thanks Tory. I owe you a favor. Do you want to fuck my ass. Sorry I shouldn't talk that way." "You're a very desirable man. But I don't want to to anything with you because you owe me a favor. You don't owe me anything. I was able to help you. We'll work on the other stuff as time goes on." Then he got a look on his face like a good idea. "Maybe you can help my Dad the same way. He might want to have sex with you." "Do you want to have sex with me or your dad? "I don't know. I just really want my Dad to care about me." "I can fix that much." He got excited and got on my lap and started to kiss me. I kissed him back. But then I told him we should stop. I didn't want to go to far. Plus his father would be here soon. I guess that's where this part of the story ends. I will pass along more down the road. Thanks for reading. I hope my friend passes more story on. I will post it as it comes to me. Bill billbrightson@hotmail.com