Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 34: Are they huge, long and thick?

"You..." Alex breathed under his breath, swallowing hard as he watched Gabe continue spiraling into panic.

He’s really tempting me. How the fuck am I supposed to remain calm if he’s being like this? Alex thought Inwardly all while he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. Since he’s like this...then no one should blame me.

Without wasting a second, he leaned closer, so close Gabe barely had time to register the movement before Alex’s hand slid behind Gabe’s neck. He gripped gently yet firmly, pulling Gabe forward until their faces nearly brushed. Then, without the slightest warning, Alex pressed his lips against Gabe’s.

Silence.

Except for the loud, frantic heartbeat of both men echoing in the tiled bathroom, accompanied by the slow rippling of the bathwater around them.

Alex kissed Gabe like his life depended on it, taking his lips into his mouth with desperate hunger. Gabe let out a shaky breath before melting into the kiss, responding with equal passion, his fingers clutching the edge of the tub for stability, his body trembling lightly against Alex’s.

Have I ever said Alex is a good kisser? Gabe asked internally. Oh yeah he is!

After what felt like forever, Alex finally broke the kiss, but he didn’t let go. He kept Gabe’s head cradled in his hand, their foreheads nearly touching, their gazes locked in the heavy steam while they panted against each other’s lips.

"I repeat..." Alex murmured, voice rough, "...I’m here with you. So there’s no reason for you to be scared, whatsoever."

He exhaled deeply, more like a shudder before slowly pulling away. Without another word, he stepped out of the bathtub, water dripping down his clothes. He grabbed Gabe’s sponge, poured liquid soap onto it, and returned to the tub. Then he began scrubbing Gabe’s body from the neck down, each motion gentle and deliberate.

"If I’m your caretaker," Alex continued, voice low as he focused on Gabe’s chest, "then I should help you fully... not leave you to handle things by yourself." His tone softened with guilt. "I’m sorry you got scared because of the cockroach."

Gabe scoffed quietly, unable to stop himself. His eyes stayed on Alex specifically the fact that Alex refused to look at him now.

You can kiss me like that, Gabe thought, but you can’t even meet my eyes after? Seriously?

Alex scrubbed slowly down Gabe’s abdomen until he reached his waist. Then he paused. And paused longer. Much longer than necessary.

Because Gabe was hard, very hard and Alex’s gaze was fixed on it, his face flushed red to the ears.

"The cucumber..." Gabe said suddenly.

Alex choked on his own spit, coughing violently as Gabe blinked at him.

"Are you okay, Alex?" Gabe asked, genuine worry flooding his expression. "Do you need water? Should I call someone? Is Damien around?"

"I’m good," Alex croaked, clearing his throat.

"But you don’t look okay. Maybe we should get Damien...."

"I said I’m good." Alex cut in, voice strained. Then, without hesitation and without making eye contact, his hand wrapped around Gabe’s length. He began scrubbing it gently, too gently, too slowly for it to be just washing.

Gabe’s breath hitched. His eyes fluttered closed.

Fuck this... he thought as pleasure shot up his spine. Alex’s hand worked him with a sensual rhythm disguised as cleaning. He’s going to kill me at this rate.

What Alex was doing looked like washing, but the slow strokes, the steady pressure, and the way his thumb subtly rolled over the tip told an entirely different story.

"The cucumbers, Mr. Alex..." Gabe managed, voice cracking with barely contained moans. "I believe they’re ready? I wasn’t able to practice with them back at Sabe’s house, after all. I believe I can... properly use them here."

"Of course they’re ready," Alex replied, voice low and breathless as his hand subtly increased in speed. His strokes became smoother, firmer, intentional. The pretense of washing was long gone, replaced with something raw and intimate.

Gabe could feel his orgasm building, tightening in his abdomen like a coil ready to snap.

He’s supposed to be just a tool to help me deal with Sabe, Gabe thought, pulse racing. But right now... I really want to play with this hot, reckless tool.

He forced his gaze downward and yes, Alex was hard too. Painfully hard beneath his trousers, the fabric doing little to hide it.

"Are they huge, long, and thick... like the ones you showed me before?" Gabe asked breathlessly, struggling to keep his voice even while Alex’s hand continued torturously.

Just before Alex could respond....

"F–fuck!!!" Gabe groaned out loud, his voice echoing around the steamed bathroom as pleasure ripped through him. His entire body trembled violently as he released hot, thick, creamy cum shooting into the bath water... and splattering across Alex’s face.

"Oh....yes... yes~" he moaned again, voice cracking with raw ecstasy. He held the base of his twitching length, riding out wave after wave as it pulsed in his hand. After several long seconds, the orgasm finally ebbed, leaving him panting, chest heaving, eyes slightly rolled back.

"I’m so... so sorry, Mr. Alex," Gabe managed, swallowing hard as he stared at Alex’s cum-painted face. His voice trembled with embarrassment and leftover pleasure. "Your therapy session is working on me after all. Just by mentioning the word cucumber... imagining it... comparing it to to a real... your real dick..." He cleared his throat shakily. "I just couldn’t help it. The blood finally started circulating properly around my waist, and at this rate... I think it’ll start circulating down my legs soon. When that happens, I’ll... I’ll probably be able to walk again."

"That’s good news then," Alex replied calmly, almost too calmly, with a warm smile tugging at his lips. He didn’t look angry, if anything, he looked satisfied. He stood up from the side of the tub and stepped toward the shower. Without hesitation, he turned the water on, letting it cascade over his head and down his face, washing Gabe’s cum off in slow rivulets.

Gabe swallowed hard again and again as he watched Alex under the falling water. The droplets slid from his hair to his chest, running in perfect lines across his soaked shirt. The wet fabric clung to his skin like a second layer, revealing every sculpted contour of his muscles.

Just when Gabe thought the sight couldn’t get any more dangerous, Alex reached for the hem of his shirt.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he lifted it and pulled it over his head.

Gabe’s breath caught. Alex’s torso was revealed in full lean, strong, sculpted inked with tattoos that decorated his arms, his ribs, his chest, each one making him look even more impossibly attractive.

His length twitched under the water. Hard again. Already.

How is this man even real? Gabe thought, nearly dizzy as his pulse quickened.

Then Alex did something that made Gabe’s heart stutter.

He reached down... and unbuckled his belt.

Gabe’s eyes widened, curiosity and shock exploding across his face. His gaze dropped automatically to Alex’s waist. Every metallic click of the belt buckle sounded like a gunshot in the quiet bathroom.

He watched, waited, didn’t blink.

He’s not... he’s seriously not going to pull his trousers down. Right? He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Right? Gabe thought frantically, swallowing for the tenth time.

But then....

Alex’s fingers moved slowly to his trouser button. He unfastened it with ease. Then he pulled the zipper down, the sound somehow loud and sinful in the small bathroom. With one smooth motion, he pushed the trousers down and stepped out of them.

Now he stood in only his underwear....black, soaked, clinging tightly to his skin and outlining every inch of his very hard length.

Gabe’s mouth went dry instantly. His face flushed bright red. The entire world felt too hot, too small, too sinful.

His eyes stayed glued to Alex’s waist... waiting... begging... hoping....

And then....

His wish came true.

Alex hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and, without hesitation, pushed them down.

The moment the fabric slid past his hips, his cock sprang free....long, thick, veiny, heavy and pulsed with a kind of pent-up energy that made Gabe’s throat tighten.

It looked like a beast finally released from prison.

Holy... shit... Gabe whispered internally as his eyes widened even more. He’s so huge. I thought I’d seen it before... but I realize now... I only ever saw half of it. When he stroked Alex earlier, his hand hadn’t even covered a fraction of the full length. That was just the head... the tip... the part peeking out. But this... the full thing...

Heat shot through his body.

He clenched his thighs involuntarily.

He’s far bigger...way, way bigger than that motherfucker Sabe. And hotter. A thousand times hotter.

Gabe felt his length harden again immediately, throbbing under the water.

He didn’t even try to hide it.

Because right now?

Hiding was impossible.

Not with Alex standing there, fully naked, dripping, massive, and breathtaking.