i must warn you that this is one crazy and bizarre story. this story was told to me by a guy who claimed that he knew a guy name dick. he also knew this story from another guy whom also named dick. and this is his story.
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dick is a sexologist, kind of psychiatrist which studied all about sex; dysfunction, disorders, variation, and orientation. he had been a very good sexologist that made him very popular in his field. all his so-called client astonished to his ability to revealed the most intimate secret that even some of them didn't know about him. something that most of his client referred as mind reading.
it was not all true about the mind reading, because actually he had a partner that can actually communicate with the most secret part of his client. it was his secret, and still is, until one day he had a visit by a guy named dick, same as his name.
so this young guys came into his office where he practise and snugged on a comfortable black couch. the young sexologist asked him a few question, agreed on the method that would be used and lead him into a deep trance with a bright light from a sparkling pendulum swing before his eyes.
dick is not his real name, but almost everyone that knew him would called him dick. in fact, nobody really knew his other name than dick. the first time he been called dick was during his years in secondary school. he has a very strange ability. he can communicate with his dick. he even claimed that the dick is not part of his body. its like another creature that attached in between his leg. he doesn't feel anything about his dick. hence, he said he can't control his dick. it was a flesh with it own soul.
he never masturbate all his life. even when he wanted to peed, he had to negotiate with dick. there was a time he can't peed for two straight days because he cursed his dick resulting his dick went silent and didn't want to talked to him. it was at a knifepoint then he relieved with the ecstasy of a golden fountain. after that incident, he always won over his dick when they had argument. his dick had lost it bargained power to dick.
dick the sexologist did not sure how to processed the situation that presented infront of him. but it was obvious to dick that dick and his dick went along being a very good friend. he can't imagine any other way around as both of them stuck with one another all the time.
the session went on for two hours, not usually happened. normally, dick the sexologist would not hypnotise his client, but since that was a very rare case, he insisted that it would the best method to accessed the issue using psychoanalysis. psychoanalysis could goes deep beyond the history as early as his childhood to detect the root of the situation. that was what he said to dick the client to encourage him to carry on with the method. but that was not the main reason for dick the sexologist to proceed with the method.
what happened during the trance session was to complicated to tell. dick the client was not telling his story, but he was narrating the story told by his dick. so it was like dick the sexologist talking to the dick of dick the client, with an interpreter. however it was fun for him. it was like meeting an old friend that you had not seen since hundred years. they chatted about old time until dick the sexologist realised that the session has gone for two hours. he then brought dick the client to wake up.
several days after that dick the sexologist seen to went out for dinner with sex the client, secretly. not as sexologist and the client, but as an intimate couple. the guy who told this story finally knew the secret. dick the sexologist could communicate with his dick too. so it actually his dick was doing the talking during the trance session. his dick also is his secret weapon of knowing all his client problem. obviously, only a dick would know another dick problem. that is how he can explained in details about all his client problem, sexually. apparently they went out for double date. dick the sexologist and dick the client met because their dick missed each other. and because they can't stand the voice of their dick made every night, they agreed to met in a very dark corner of the cafe with their dick hangs freely out of their unzipped pants.
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he pointed out to me, a couple of man sitted at the table on the very corner of the cafe. both man were barely speaks to each other. one of them in black hat busied himself with his handphone and the other man with a thick whiskers laid back on the sofa enjoying his company of a glass of wine and one big long cigar, puffed at every breath.
i asked him how did he knew about those guys. he said he knew their dick, and at that very moment he can actually heard their dick laughing. i pushed him inside and pulled up the zip, he knew that it was my way of telling him to shut up. i paid the bill and went out of the cafe.
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