Two friends were coming into London and I arranged to meet them after I finished work for an evening's drinking session.
We intended it to be a long night so we all ordered club sandwiches with side order bowls of chips when we ordered the first drink to line the stomach. Four hours later and many drinks, we returned to Charing Cross station. Craig and Gavin had half an hour before their last train and I had an extra 15 minutes after that before my last train to wait so we decided to go to a pub across from the station to kill the time.
Our drinks were pulled and we started to sip at the bar because we'd seen that there were no tables available when we walked in. Turning around, we noticed that over 95 per cent of the clientele were men. Craig nudged Gavin when he noticed activity at a table at the far end and I followed their eyes to see two men kissing. Scanning the room, we suspected that this was a gay establishment. Craig said "let's go and wait for our train," Gavin didn't think twice.
I suddenly had an urge to pee and said I needed to go to the toilet. "We'll see you soon, don't want to miss the last train" said Gavin. Craig added "don't hang about."
I could see the 'toilets' sign and headed straight across. Opening the door, the 3 cubicles were occupied so I took the first of 4 urinals. Two others were next to me, one finished almost immediately and left. Waiting for the stream to begin, I inadvertently glanced across to see large black hands gripping a fine specimen of cock, eight inches long and thick. I must've held my gaze too long as I heard
"Are you looking for cock, your mouth would look good wrapped around my meat" and pointed it in my direction.
I was shocked and in panic breathed heavily but didn't respond.
Thankfully, I finished quickly and washed my hands before he'd moved.
There were still 20 minutes before my train so I picked up my glass and took a long drink. Almost immediately, the man appeared next to me and leaned in close "you didn't say no, don't be shy, I'll fuck you like a girl" he grinned menacingly and chuckled.
I took another couple of gulps, walked out and across the road and onto my waiting train.
To my shock, the man boarded the train, passed me, dropping a crumpled slip of paper onto my lap before sitting further down the carriage. I secreted a look, "to act on your impulse, meet me here" it said. I knew where he meant.
I couldn't remove the image of his cock and the encounter from my mind as we waited for the departure and throughout the journey.
I knew that my manhood was pathetic because all of the cocks I'd seen in changing rooms at school and in gyms in comparison.
Consequently, I lacked confidence with girls and couldn't perform. They made me feel inadequate except when I ate their pussy.
Now I wondered if there was something more to it after my reaction and noticed an advert in the Sunday sport "seek professional help for your issues - sex therapist!"
The "consultant" who called himself Stephen was in his early 60s. The background questions, health history and basic formalities completed, he progressed to the sexual examination.
I'd completed a questionnaire on arrival for him but he expressed doubt on it's accuracy.
"Everything seems fine but you are small and wouldn't satisfy women, have you had any desire to experiment?"
I hesitated then said "no, I don't fancy men. I do admit to curiosity and have fantasized about feasting on cock and being fucked by men in my dark moments. A recent incident is the reason for me being here."
"OK, we'll explore it. I feel that you would have more sexual activity being used by men rather than to persist with disappointing women with your tiny wiener. Lie on your front so that I can examine your anus and prostate, it may hurt a bit" was his blunt response.
He put on a latex glove which he coated with something.
I was ready for it. It wasn't unpleasant nor did it hurt; Instead, I had a sense of arousal and feelings I'd only imagined previously.
He probed for a minute or so, slipping his finger out then further in intermittently, I'd inadvertently pushed my bum upwards and sighed, making a little girly noise. He pulled his finger out and said "all fine there and you reacted as I expected, it was easy to enter and I believe you enjoyed the violation. Therefore, I suspect that you're under a false illusion. It is important that you answer honestly and act naturally so that I can help. Don't be ashamed."
He stroked my butt cheeks and stuck his finger into my asshole again pushing in and out. I didn't resist or object, but arched back instinctively, meeting his finger as before.
"I thought so, your anus craves attention and fulfilment" he said.
"I'm sorry, I'm so worthless" I said, blushing and feeling shame.
"There's no need to be don't be silly, let's go up to my private quarters you are my last consultation today, you can relax and open up to me over a cup of coffee." he said assuredly.
I was uncertain where this was leading but didn't see any harm so complied willingly.
He made coffee and we sat next to each other on the chaise longue. Smiling, he added something into my cup and stirred. "It will loosen your tongue" he said.
Not questioning, I took a couple of gulps.
"So you enjoyed me fingering your hole didn't you" he asked a couple of minutes later.
"Yes, I did" I replied quickly without a second thought, surprising myself in the process.
"I thought so, you're not going to please many girls with your little dick as I said before" he chuckled and put his hand on my knee.
