The Sex Therapist

 by: Hankster

© 2009 by the Author

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He got off the subway at West 57^th Street and headed east.  He had two long streets to walk, and he was grateful for the beautiful spring day which graced Manhattan.  When he reached his destination, he hesitated before entering the building.  His palms were sweaty and he rubbed them gently against his jacket.  If he had to shake the doctor’s hand, he didn’t want to be embarrassed.

Finally he got the courage to walk into the lobby.  He searched the directory until he found the name he was looking for. 

 James Murphy, PhD, Suite 410

He approached the elevator, but once again hesitated before pushing the UP button.  Finally, he took a deep breath and he was about to push the button when a harried looking young woman rushed into the lobby and beat him to it.  He smiled at her, but she didn’t seem to notice him.  Her mind seemed to be far, far away.

The young woman rushed out of the elevator on the third floor.  He slowly left the elevator at the fourth.  He hesitated yet again before turning right in the direction of Suite 410.   When he opened the door to the doctor’s office, he was pleased to see that there was nobody in the waiting room.  He walked slowly to the receptionist and announced his name and noted that he had a 9 AM appointment.  The receptionist smiled at him.  She was an attractive middle aged woman, who seemed to exude an air of hominess in the area.  He relaxed just a little bit.

“Take a seat, please, and Dr. Murphy will be right with you,” she instructed him.  “In the meantime will you please complete these forms.  All new patients are required to do so.”  She handed him a clip board with several sheets of questions, privacy notices, waivers,  insurance information, etc,  She also provided him with a pen, and asked him to return everything to her when he was done.

He knew from experience with doctors, all kinds of doctors, that he would have at least a half hour wait.  Whenever he had the first appointment of the day, the doctor usually arrived fifteen to thirty minutes after he did.  Charles (Chuck, his friends called him) Akers sat himself down.  After he completed the questionnaires and the other paper work, he glanced through the magazines on the table.  They were old and there was nothing he cared to look at so he sat back and tried to relax.  His mind began to drift, and he began to relive all the events that brought him here to see the sex therapist, who had come to him so highly recommended.

Chuck’s childhood seemed normal enough.  He played sports in school, but only what was required in his phys. ed. classes.  He never developed into much of an athlete, but then, neither did any of his friends.  By the time he was twelve, he was jacking off regularly and dreaming of the real thing.  He would imagine that he was lying in bed with a beautiful blue eyed blond, but never in his fantasies did they do anything sexual nor did she aid him in getting his rocks off.  His future wife grew more beautiful each time he envisioned her. 

He dated occasionally in high school, and more often in college, but he never scored with any of his dates.  In fact, he would avoid any sexual encounters, and he continued to masturbate regularly.  It should be stressed here that Chuck never thought about having sex with another male.  In fact, if anything, you could label him asexual.  His college room mate, Marlon Hansen, was a hunk and was enjoying a very active sex life.  He volunteered to fix Chuck up often, but Chuck would politely decline.  Marlon loved to be naked when he and Chuck were alone in the room, and I must stress that even that never turned Chuck on.  Chuck’s fist was his only true lover.

In his senior year, Chuck met Patricia Cummings.  He and Patty became good friends.  He never tried to make a move on her and Patty appreciated that he was one of life’s true gentlemen.  They dated exclusively, and went to sporting events, movies and other college activities as a couple.  He never did quite figure it all out, but somehow, at some point, he and Patty decided to get married.  Nobody really popped the question.  It was just a mutual decision.  They were married on the first Saturday after their college graduation.  They both started new jobs the following Monday, and did not go on a honeymoon.

In the first weeks of their marriage, Chuck was unable to achieve an erection.  He knew how hurt and frustrated Patty was.  Much to their mutual displeasure, he satisfied her with his finger and occasionally with his tongue.  She was repulsed by the oral sex, but accepted it, since she had no other choice.  She tried to arouse him by masturbating him, but she was not successful.  It did not occur to her to go down on him and attempt to arouse him through oral sex.  Only ‘bad girls’ did that.

He went to see several primary care physicians who sent him to several urologists.  An army of doctors could find nothing physically wrong with him.  Apparently nothing was wrong.  He had no trouble whacking off in the privacy of his bathroom.  Finally, after a year of unconsummated marriage, the last urologist sent him to Dr. Murphy who was reputed to be an expert in matters of sexual dysfunction, especially when it had been concluded that the problem was not physical.  He had, in fact, written several well received books on the subject, to critical acclaim, and had justly earned his reputation.

Chuck was twenty-four years old when he paid Dr. Murphy his first visit.  There would be many sessions to come.  I have not yet described Chuck to you.  He was 6’2” tall.  He worked out, and he was well muscled, with no extra body fat.  His eyes were brown and extremely sensual, which was unusual because his hair was as blond as a young boy’s.  It had never darkened as was the usual way of things.  His nose was slightly pugged and gave him a very boyish look.  To offset that, his chin was square, chiseled and very manly.  His cock was cut, about five inches flaccid, and quite thick.  Patty drooled over his cock and was dying to see and measure its hardness, but that was not to be.  Chuck knew that he was about eight inches hard, but he never let Patty see him hard, or let her know that he could whack himself off.

When the receptionist announced that Dr. Murphy would see him now, she had to poke Chuck’s shoulder; he was so lost in his reveries.  She ushered him into the doctor’s office.  The doctor was sitting at his desk reading some notes.  When Chuck came in, he stood up to extend his hand and greet the new patient.  Both men did a double take.  They looked so much alike that they could have been mistaken for twin brothers.

Dr. Murphy started to laugh.  “If your papers didn’t indicate that you were six years younger than I, I would swear we were twins separated at birth.  Did your parents have an older son who they gave up for adoption?” he quipped and laughed again.

The stunned Chuck Akers responded.  “That’s not bloody likely.  My mother was only seventeen when she had me.  It was a shotgun wedding, I guess.”

“Well, it’s astounding,” the good doctor said.  He extended his arm, and the two men shook hands.  Their grasps were firm and manly, and that pleased them both.  Neither enjoyed a limp handshake.

“Sit,” the doctor said, “and we’ll talk.  I have just been reading Dr. Gold’s referral report, and I think you will be a real challenge, but we are going to cure you, I promise.  From the notes, I conclude that neither women nor men arouse you.  Is this correct?”

“It’s true,” Chuck answered.  I don’t seem to lean toward being straight or gay.  I know how weird that is.”

“Was it true, even as a youngster?”

“Yes, it’s always been that way.  There is one secret I have which I told the other doctors.  Is it in the report from Gold?”

“You mean the revelation that you can successfully masturbate and that you do it often?  That’s why this is such a challenge.  Your problem is obviously psychological, and I promise I will help you.”

“I hope so Doctor Murphy, I hope so,” Chuck said with a little sob in his throat.

“Let’s start,” the doctor said, “by you calling me Jim, and I’ll call you Charles, or is it Charlie, Chaz or Chuck?  That will wipe away all the formality.  Then let me remind you that anything you tell me is privileged.  It’s strictly between you and me.  I can only beg you to be candid.  Do not hold a single thought back, no matter how embarrassing you might think it is.  Do not think that anything is insignificant or unrelated to your problem.  I’ll be the judge of that.  Can you live with my requests?” Jim asked.

Chuck was surprised by his own reaction.  He had never felt so confident in another human being before.  He wanted to confide in this man, to tell him about every dream he had ever had, about every aspiration he had ever wished to achieve.  He wanted this man to cure him so that he could finally be intimate with another human being.  Of course, he didn’t realize it, but this need he had to tell all to Jim was a subconscious desire to achieve an intimate relationship with the doctor, and not necessarily a sexual one.  Or maybe it was.  The doctor looked so much like him, that if they were to be intimate sexually, it would only be like whacking himself off.  Chuck didn’t have to erase these crazy thoughts from his mind.  He didn’t even know he was having them.

“I can live with those requests, Jim.  And everyone calls me Chuck.”

“Good!” Jim said.  “At some point in your therapy, I will want to see your wife alone and in a joint session with you.  Will that be OK with her?”

Chuck nodded.  “I’m sure it will be alright. She encouraged me to come here.”

“Then let’s begin.”

Chuck began to describe his childhood.  “I began to masturbate regularly when I was about twelve years old.” 

Jim interrupted him.  “I want you to say ‘whack off’ or ‘jerk off’ and say cock or dick.  Use the vernacular.  It will be less clinical and you will feel more relaxed.”

“OK!” Chuck continued.  “I began to whack off when I was twelve.  I loved it and I did it every chance I could.”

“Everyone has masturbation fantasies, Chuck.  What were yours?”

Chuck had to think very hard.  “The only thing I can remember was that I would picture a beautiful woman lying in bed beside me.  I presume I was fantasizing my future wife.”

“What were you two doing?  Were you being intimate?  Was she helping you to cum?  Was she sucking your cock or giving you a hand job?”

Chuck was actually shocked at Jim’s language, but he remembered that Jim said that using the vernacular was an integral part of his therapy, so he let it go.  He also began to feel like he was talking to a pal and not a doctor, so he concluded that Jim was correct in his methods.

“No, never.  We were never intimate.  She never touched me, nor I her.  We just lay there side by side, and when I came, she would disappear.”

“Was there ever a time when you were unhappy or embarrassed about your jerking off so much?”

“Yes.  My dad caught me once.  He whacked my knuckles, and said that Jesus was going to send me straight to hell, and that I would get warts on my hands so the whole world would know my sin.  It didn’t stop me.  I just became more careful.”

“I know you can’t get an erection except when you whack off,” Jim stated correctly.  “How intimate can you get with your wife?”

“I get her off by going down on her or fingering her clitoris, but she hates it.  I suggested a dildo, but she won’t hear of it.  She has tried to arouse me by jerking me off, but we haven’t had any success.  I think she has given up.  It has been quite a long time since she tried.  For sure, she won’t go down on me.  It disgusts her.”

Jim was taking copious notes.

At the third session, one Tuesday afternoon, he said to Chuck.  “Take your shoes off and relax.  Today we are going to watch a porn flick.  If you get aroused, please don’t hesitate to take your cock out of your pants and whack off.  In fact, I am hoping it will happen.  If it doesn’t I will try a different avenue.”

Chuck started to laugh.  “You can’t be serious,” he said.  “Besides, I’d like to know if you would do the same if you get aroused.”

Without hesitation Jim answered, “Absolutely!  In fact, if I did do that, it might help to arouse you.”

Chuck was not gay.  At least he didn’t believe he was.  At this point he wasn’t certain about anything.  He failed to see how watching another guy jerk off would arouse him.

“OK then, let’s get started,” Chuck said.  “This should be interesting.  I have never watched a porno film in my life.”

Jim turned on the TV and the DVD player and popped in a disc.  Jim had scheduled Chuck’s session for two hours so that they could watch all or most of the picture.  They watched in silence. Not a word was said during the showing.  About an hour and a half into the picture, Jim shut off the TV.  “I’m going to ask some questions over the next half hour,” he explained.  “I urge you, Chuck, to think carefully and answer as honestly as possible.”  Chuck nodded.

“Were you aroused at all when the two women were making love?” 

“Not in the least.”

“Were you aroused at all when a man and woman were making love?”

Chuck thought for a long while before answering.  “I wasn’t aroused when he was fucking her, but if I am to be totally honest, I had a desire to jerk off when she went down on him.”

“What about when he went down on her?”

There was another long silence and finally Chuck answered, “I don’t think so Jim.  Am I abnormal?  What turned you on?  Did you even get turned on, or was it all too clinical for you?”

“Oh, I got turned on alright, at the same thing that turned you on, when she was down on him.”

“Thank the Lord!” Chuck almost screamed.  “Then I am normal.”

“Maybe,” Jim said softly.  “I got turned on by the guy getting a blow job because I’m gay.”

There was a long, stunned silence.  Finally Chuck looked Jim in his eyes and asked, “Am I gay, Jim?  If I am, why doesn’t a naked male body turn me on either?”

“I can’t answer that yet Chuck.  We’ll explore the possibility that you are gay at your next session.  Looking at naked males may not turn you on, but watching them making love, just might do the trick.”  They scheduled the next session for two hours at the end of the day on Friday evening.  “I think it might be wise to tell your wife you might get home late this Friday.” Jim suggested as they parted.

Jim was useless at work all day Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.  All he could think about was his next therapy session.  It bothered him that he hadn’t felt the same excitement knowing he was going to watch straight porn, as he was anticipating watching gay porn.  He concluded that maybe he was gay after all, but he didn’t want to jump the gun.

He arrived in Jim’s office at precisely 3 PM on Friday afternoon.  When Jim ushered Chuck into his office, he told his receptionist to close the office at five and lock up.  He thought the session might run into a third hour that day.  He locked the door to his office, and asked Chuck to remove his shoes and get comfortable in a huge club chair.  Jim did the same but he sat down on a sofa adjacent to the chair.  They both faced the TV.  It seemed to Chuck that Jim was taking a long time getting ready.

The film started with a beautiful young man taking a shower.  Only his silhouette is visible through the frosted glass of the shower door.  Although he has soaped himself generously, his obvious focus is on his very ample cock.  He keeps soaping it and stroking it.  Although it looks like he is jerking off, he isn’t hard, and he is merely cleaning it.  At last he gets out of the shower, dries off and goes into the bedroom.  His equally handsome partner is asleep in their bed.   The young man dresses quietly, kisses his partner on his forehead, and goes off to work.

The moment he is gone his partner awakens, reaches for the phone, and punches in a number.  “He’s gone,” he says.  The scene changes and another young fellow is in bed with the partner.  They perform oral sex back and forth, but finally the other man fucks the partner.  Something has happened at work, and the beautiful young man returns unexpectedly to find his partner being fucked.  He runs out of the house in disgust.  His partner dresses quickly and runs after him.

At this point Jim pushed the pause button on the disc.  “Did any part of this opening sequence arouse you?” he asked.

“I’m happy to say, a couple of things aroused me.  I didn’t get real hard, but I did feel a stirring and an urge to jerk off.  The first time was when it appeared that the guy was jerking off in the shower, even though I knew that he was only soaping himself.  The second time was when the other man began to enter the partner.  Somehow the idea of anal sex intrigued me.”

“Good! Good!” Jim exclaimed.  “You didn’t follow my instruction, however.  I told you that if you felt like jerking off to please do so.”

“Right.  I forgot,” Chuck said apologetically.  “How about you, Jim?  You promised to do the same.”

“Look,” Jim said.  Chuck turned away from the TV set which he was still facing, and glanced over at Jim.  The doctor’s cock was out and he had his hand wrapped around it.  Chuck noted that they were both about the same size and cut.  “As you can see, Chuck.  I got very aroused.  Now I am going to resume the film.  The minute you feel anything at all, I want you to whip it out and begin to jerk off.  Then I want to try a little experiment.  Are you willing, Chuck?”

“Sure.  This is relatively painless and I am enjoying the film.”

The film then follows the two lovers searching for each other.  Along the way, they each have several sexual encounters with other men.  Apparently the man from the shower is a top and his partner is a bottom.  Every time one of them engages in anal sex, Chuck was pleased to note that he was getting aroused.  He glanced over at Jim who was stroking his cock slowly and gently.  Chuck was too chicken to do the same.  Finally, in one sequence, someone was preparing to fuck the partner.  Chuck thought what the hell!  He took his cock out and began to stroke it.  As usually happened when he whacked off, he got instantly hard.

He was overwhelmed.  For the first time in his life he had achieved an erection with another human being in his presence.  He would have cried if he wasn’t so happy.  He didn’t have to say anything to Jim, who was pleased as punch at this break through.

“Come, sit next to me,” the doctor said.  “I want to try the experiment that I mentioned to you.”

Chuck stood up, still holding his cock, and he scooted over to sit beside Jim on the couch.

“Continue to watch the film,” Jim instructed him.  Chuck did that and continued to stroke his erect cock.  He was euphoric, but then he felt Jim push his hand off his cock, and replace it with his own.  Patty had tried to arouse him this way many times without success.  He realized that this was different, because he was already aroused, and Jim’s hand stroking his cock felt so wonderful.  A real human being, other than himself, was whacking him off.  This time he did start to cry, and when he did, he could feel his orgasm growing.

Without any thought at all, Chuck reached over and pushed Jim’s hand off his cock, and began to reciprocate.  The two men looked at each other and began to kiss, gently at first, and then more and more passionately.  They both came with their tongues buried deeply in the other’s mouth.

In the final sequence the two lovers have reconciled and they are making passionate love.  The shower boy is fucking his partner.  They are both moaning with pleasure as the film ends.  While this was going on, Jim and Chuck were kissing madly and fondling each other.

At the end of the film, Jim and Chuck were reluctant to separate, but Jim got some tissues and began to clean up their cum.

“I know I’m gay now and I think I love you,” Chuck announced matter of factly.

“No,” Jim said.  “All that happened is that we achieved a break through.  You may be able to have sex with your wife now.  I want you to try, and remember while you are doing it, try to remember how good this felt.  It might help your arousal.  Also, I might add, that you are not in love with me.  You are merely grateful for the break through.  In fact, if you really fall in love with me, I will have to discontinue treating you, and refer you to a colleague.”

Chuck was deflated for the moment.  “My wife is not expecting me home,” he said.  “Would you have dinner with me tonight?”

“Given how you feel about me right now, I don’t think that’s a good idea.  I’ll take a rain check for when your therapy is completed.”

Jim went to his receptionist’s desk and set an appointment for Tuesday at 3 PM.  “Before you come back,” he reminded Chuck, “I want you to try to have sex with your wife.  Be sure to remember every detail of your success or failure.  It’s important for me to analyze.”

At the next session, Chuck removed his shoes and sat comfortably in the big club chair.  “On Saturday night,” he began to relate, “I asked Patty to go to bed early.  We even took a shower together.  In the shower, she fondled me and I soaped my cock and I stroked it as well.  It reminded me of the shower scene in the movie and I began to become engorged, but hardly erect.  Patty noticed and yelled out prematurely that the therapy was working.  I played with her clit and she began to wriggle and moan.

“After we dried ourselves, we got into bed.  We began to make love, but I felt nothing.  Then I began to fantasize that you and I were doing what we did the other day, and I actually got a decent erection.  But every time I tried to enter Patty, I lost it.  Tell me Jim; isn’t that what may happen to a gay man who is trying to have sex with a woman?”

“Yes, probably.  I know that would happen to me.  I’m beginning to think that you may be gay after all, Chuck.  The therapy seems to be working in that direction.  Would you be willing to allow me one more experiment?  If it works, your therapy is over anyway.  If it doesn’t work, I’ll have to refer you to another therapist.”

“That sounds pretty drastic,” Chuck said, “but I’m desperate and willing to try anything.”

“OK,” Jim said, “Follow me.”  Chuck followed Jim out of the office.  As he left, Jim told his receptionist that he would not be back today and to close the office at 5 PM.

Once they were on the street, Jim said, “I live a short distance from here.  Would you be willing to try to make love to me?  You did claim to love me.”

“If it’s part of my therapy, I sure would like to try.  You know how hungry I am for intimacy.  I’d rather it be with you than any stranger.  Whether it’s true love or just another patient falling in love with his doctor, I don’t know, and I really don’t care.”

They walked a few short blocks and entered the building where Jim lived.  They took the elevator to the fifth floor.  Not a word was spoken between them from the time Chuck agreed to this tryst. 

When they entered Jim’s apartment, Chuck asked, “Why Jim, why me?  I’m sure you don’t do this for all your patients.”

“You’re pretty smart and very astute,” Jim said sadly.  “I know that this is all wrong.  I could even lose my credentials, but I can’t help myself.  I’m madly in love with you.  I might be able to cure you this way and maybe not, but I’d sure like the chance to try.”

Chuck was speechless and immobile.  He didn’t know what to say so he just stood there staring into Jim’s brown and very sensual eyes.

Finally he croaked out, “Cure me Jim.  Cure me.”

Jim took Chuck into his arms and began to kiss him.  It wasn’t long before Chuck was responding to Jim’s passionate kisses.  When Jim leaned into him, Chuck could feel his hardness.  That’s when he realized that he was hard also.  He pulled away from Jim and began to sob uncontrollably.

“I’m sorry, Chuck.  I didn’t mean to scare you,” Jim lamented.  “The last thing I want to do is untangle the progress we’ve made.  I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“Don’t you dare stop,” Chuck wailed, “not while we are progressing a country mile.”  He pulled Jim hard into him to let him feel his hardness also.  Jim smiled and led Chuck to the bedroom.  They undressed and lay side by side.

“Let me do all the work,” Jim said.  “Just follow my instructions, and don’t do anything that might gross you out even if I ask you to.”  Chuck just smiled at Jim and nodded.  He was amazed that he still had a substantial erection.

Jim turned and rolled on top of Chuck.  Their cocks ground together as Chuck wrapped his legs around Jim.  He was amazed that Jim felt light to him and did not crush him at all.  Jim began to kiss Chuck, pressing their tongues together in unbearable passion.  Chuck found himself getting harder and the tears began to flow again.

Then Jim began to slide down Chuck’s body.  He darted his tongue in and out of Chuck’s ear and nipped delicately at his neck, not caring if Patty saw the hickey which would surely appear in a little while.  When Jim reached Chuck’s tits, his patient’s whole body began to writhe.  The ecstasy Chuck felt did not come close to anything he had ever experienced whacking off.  He began to fantasize at last.  He fantasized doing all this to Jim.  He could hardly wait.

Jim was sucking his belly button now and Chuck was beginning to anticipate his first blow job.  His moans grew louder and louder, encouraging Jim to continue his love making.  Unexpectedly Jim rolled off him and asked him to roll over on his stomach.  Chuck did as he was asked and felt Jim lay on top of him again.  This time he could feel Jim’s cock lying in the crack of his ass.  Frightened, he tried to pull away, but Jim only pushed harder down on him.  Chuck relaxed when Jim’s tongue began to work its way down his body.

Again Chuck could feel Jim’s tongue lapping inside his ear, and his teeth nibbling the nape of his neck.  His whole body began to shudder.  Jim’s tongue worked its way down Chuck’s back and suddenly Chuck was aware that Jim’s tongue was running down both his ass cheeks alternately.  He sighed with some pleasure, but when he felt Jim’s tongue searching out and entering his ass hole, he cried out, “Oh God.  I am so blessed.”

The feeling of Jim’s tongue darting in and out of his ass hole was blowing his mind.  Chuck began to scream wildly and Jim stopped to ask what the matter was.

“Jim,” he warned, “I’m cumming.”

Jim rolled him over quickly and took Chuck’s very hard cock into his mouth.  His tongue ran up and down Chuck’s shaft as his lips pumped his cock.  Amidst such screaming and writhing, as Jim had not seen nor heard before, Chuck began to pump into Jim’s mouth.  Stream after stream entered him.  Jim tried to swallow it all, but it was physically impossible and Chuck’s jism began to run down his chin.

When Chuck was finished emitting his juices, Jim scooted up to kiss him and in so doing he passed Chuck some of his own cum.  Chuck had often tasted his own spunk after whacking off so he did not resist.  As Jim passed the cum to his lover they began to kiss wildly again.  When he came up for air, Chuck totally surprised Jim by saying, “Fuck me Jim, like the guys in the film.  That’s the first thing that really turned me on.”

Jim got out of bed and pulled a condom and a tube of lube from his nightstand.  “Lie on your back,” he instructed Chuck, and Chuck did as he was told.  Jim generously lubed Chuck’s ass hole and Chuck had to restrain himself from cumming again.  Then he put on a condom and lubed his sheathed cock.  He placed a pillow under Chuck’s ass and told him to put his legs on his shoulders.   When Jim was satisfied with Chuck’s position, he placed his cockhead at Chuck’s entrance and began to enter gently.

“This will hurt at first,” he warned Chuck, “but the ultimate pleasure will be worth it.”  Chuck trusted Jim, so no matter how much it hurt, he said not a word and urged Jim on.  True to Jim’s word, after awhile the pain became strangely erotic as Jim’s cock rubbed against Chuck’s prostate gland.  Chuck began to cry uncontrollably and was shocked that he came again just a second before Jim.

Jim stayed in as long as nature allowed.  He cleaned them both up as Chuck lay limply on the bed.  Then he climbed into bed and wrapped himself around his love.  They kissed and fondled and fell asleep.  Chuck never got home that night.

It didn’t matter anyway.  Patty and Chuck had been talking divorce for at least three months now because of his “condition.”  She had begun a hot office romance with a man who could really satisfy her, and it was she who brought up the subject of divorce.  The break-up was friendly and both agreed it was for the best.

Chuck and Jim woke up in the middle of the night.  They were starving, but they were reluctant to unravel and get out of bed.

“How could I not know that I was gay?  And how come I was never turned on by a nude body, male or female?”  Chuck wondered out loud.

“Well, the scientific explanation might be that you father scared the living hell out of you when he caught you jerking off.  He frightened you off from ever having sex.  You compensated by whacking off excessively.  But I have my own explanation,” Jim continued.  “Do you want to hear my theory?”

“Yes, of course,” Chuck said and cuddled even closer to Jim, as if that was possible. 

“I believe that God gave you a sickness that only my expertise could cure.  It was His way of making sure we would meet.  But in the end my science didn’t cure you at all.  It was my love.”

Posted: 11/27/09