Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2006 00:45:05 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Young Sex Coach"

I believe kids should limit themselves to age-appropriate reading.  This
story is not in that category and should not be read by under 18.  I don't
want it nor do I condone it.



The Wellington Institute filled the top story of a modern building in the
50's at Park Avenue, New York.  There were twelve staff operating out of
six private interview rooms. There was also one nurse practitioner for
physical exams when necessary.  Testimonial letters in silver frames lined
the outer hallway and waiting room.  This gave the impression that the
agency was the Mother Theresa of sexual cures.

The organization was founded by Lewis Glanz about thirty years earlier, and
he still was titular head.  His thick white hair and rugged body and
booming voice, at sixty, filled the large space.

Jeff Gallant was the youngest member of the organization.  He had joined
just about a year ago.  Jeff had a masters in counseling, not a degree that
was impressive to Glanz.  He would have preferred a masters in social work
or better a doctorate in psychology as he boasted, but Jeff was, to Glanz's
estimation, a real find.  The young man was very handsome, in that
Irish/English way.  His crisp, curly black hair and light blue eyes under
heavy brows were hypnotic.  A bit of a gym rat, he never missed five days
workouts.  It showed in his muscular but lean physique.  He had the
personality to make immediate contact with everyone he met, was completely
comfortable with his own sexuality.  Jeff was a true bi-sexual.  He loved
both men and woman and couldn't imagine living without the intimacies from
and with each.

Wellington utilized three treatment modalities.  The most common was
interviews and suggestions and then return visits to evaluate.  This often
is all that is necessary in most cases.  The second involved sex
surrogates.  He excelled in that treatment and usually when either partner
returned to the other, they reported a great improvement in their sexual
life.  Glanz had lectured to the staff many times that sex has many
aspects, love of course, physicality and even a bit of athleticism.  The
third type of treatment was sexual coaching.  The therapist would be
present and teach the couple, as they engaged in sex, how to be better at
it and learn the other's wants.

He had already had twenty clients since arriving and the results were
excellent.  The Institute charged one thousand dollars per visit at the
office here and twice that for home visits.  Jeff had produced more cash
flow than any others by the home visit fees he produced and the number of
new clients that were referred by his past clients.  In short, he was a
gold mine.

On this particular day he was in his interview room with an older woman
client who was just finishing her term of treatment.  She had been a widow
for five years and came to the institute because she was experiencing
overwhelming sexual desire.  Jeff helped her find a life style which would
enable her to meet and enjoy men and avoiding risks, both to her health,
emotions and her considerable wealth.  She had never dreamed that there
were excellent guys out there who enjoyed sex with older gals and were
cultured and perfect company for an evening out.  She left the treatment
today and said that she had already interested several of her widowed
friends in using the Institute to enrich their lives.  "Jeff, of all the
young men, you are the most accomplished, the most delicious and the best
looking.  If I were really rich, a billionaire, instead of a millionaire, I
would tempt you into a permanent relationship.  Shit, I'd buy this place."

He kissed her goodbye and gently unwound her arms that encircled his neck.
He felt the beginning of an erection and thought that any age group could
trigger his sexual arousal.  He sat back at his desk and made some final
notes on the widow.  He had an appointment in ten minutes with a new
couple.  As typical, he would meet with the woman of the couple first.  The
medical workup and pictures of the pair were on his desk as well as a
synopsis of the presenting problem so he had some background before seeing
them.

The photos were of a very attractive couple in their late twenties.  He was
an assistant principal at the Long Island high school; she was a director
of a social service agency for unwed mothers.  The sexual history indicated
that they were raised by strict religious parents and came to their
marriage with zero experience.  The problem seemed to develop that they
absorbed the first blush of excitement from their sexual unions, but now
sex had become bland.  In fact, the male, Chet, had resumed his younger
masturbatory sex.  This came from a confidential interview.  His wife,
Gloria knew nothing about that, but he would have been surprised to learn
that she too had begun to use a device to achieve organism.  Her girlhood
friend had taught her and there was some indication that the friend had
aspirations of becoming a lover.

The physical report was interesting because the nurse had jotted some of
her own impressions.  "Chet was physically healthy, a lovely specimen of
manhood though a little chunky.  The smooth pink and tan colored complexion
of his body was a definite sexual plus."  She recommended that we discuss
better penal hygiene with the lad.  "He has a thick, loose foreskin.  It's
the kind that is easy to keep clean, but it has a slight odor from a small
amount of smegma."  She thought this was a little odd since he knew he was
going to be examined.  She guessed that he might like his own strong
smells.

The page on Gloria indicated a strange interlocking of this smell thing.
The report noted, "Gloria is a tall, willowy woman with larger breasts than
this type of build usually processes. They are beautifully shaped and very
pert.  Her overall physique is appealing, nice legs, buttocks and the rest.
But there was one thing I noticed; she had a slight odor from her vagina.
It was hardly noticeable but it was definitely there." Again, the nurse
wondered about even a slight presence when she knew she was going to be
examined.  The nurse stated, the therapist ought to look into this.

The buzzer on his intercom went off.  "Yes, send her in," he said to the
box, pleased that Gloria was on time.  She entered briskly.  The walk
suggested that she had studied ballet and it turned out to be true.  That
straight back effortless stride was very appealing.  She stopped in the
doorway and stared at Jeff.  He asked if something was wrong.  "No," she
assured him, "but I expected an older man."  She moved closer and inspected
him.  "You are quite a dish mister.  I can see that woman would go nuts
over you, but I was told that you are bi-sexual.  How nice that you share
the wealth.  I don't, however, think that Chet will be comfortable.  He is
definitely a homophobe," (She really thought so.  It was not true.  His
classic rants about fags are a typical cover for some men to hide their
interest in males.)

"And you are not?"

"Well you know about my sexual history.  I can enjoy both, maybe women have
an edge."

Jeff usually allowed the client to lead the way, so he let the subject that
was on the table go on.

"Do you find that women are better lovers?"

"Not necessarily, but I have had no experience with any guy but Chet.
Women know the hot spots and they are gentle and patient.  They can read
the signs to produce an orgasm."  She seemed to be flushed.  "Oh my, I am
getting sexed up just from talking about this."

"Okay," he said, "Let's go to a different subject.  What is wrong with sex
with Chet?"

"Wow, you get right to it.  Well he is a very attractive man.  His body is
sweet and sexy.  If he was a sinewy, hairy guy I probably could even have
sex with him.  And his face, the face of a young adolescent, sweet and
cute."

"So, sounds perfect."

She took a deep breath.  "I feel disloyal but Chet doesn't know women.  He
had no experience when we married and he hasn't learned from doing.  He
fails to read any clues I give."

What about foreplay?  What does it consist of?  Do engage in oral sex?
What about kissing?"

"Ah you have hit on a problem with us Jeff.  I hope this is something you
will address.  Neither of us are kissers.  You know the mouth is full of
germs.  As far as Jeff performing oral on me, I would like it.  He is not
happy the few times he did it and that put me off.  And as far as sucking
him, ugh.  He pees out of that thing."  I told her that shipwrecked sailor
drink their urine without bad effects.  She said that she'd remember that
if she were shipwrecked.

"How do you feel about the suggestion of using a sex coach?  You read our
literature."

"I love Chet with all his faults.  He's a good guy.  If this procedure will
save our relationship I'm for it."

After she left he made a few notes and before long Chet arrived.  "Hi guy,"
he said heartily, as he entered.  He was taller than Jeff expected, and
much more attractive.  His brown blond hair was across his forehead like a
kid's. He had a kid's button nose that must explain his wife's remark about
his looking like a kid. His large blue eyes opened extra wide frequently
when he was surprised by a statement.  That was very engaging.  Jeff also
noticed that when he smiled with his big white teeth that his cheeks puffed
up and caused his eyes to turn to slits.  He better be careful, he could be
arrested for DWS (driving while smiling) because when he smiled, he must
not be able to see.  His voice was a surprise, he crooned.  Jeff guessed he
probably had a good singing voice.

"How do you feel about homosexuals?"  Jeff decided he might as well get
right to it because if the guy was really nuts on the subject, Jeff would
have to use a different approach.

"There are hunky kids in my high school.  I can't say that I haven't
wondered what it would be like to see them naked, or..........."

"Yes," Jeff encouraged him.

"Well I never had any boy/boy experience and I have never sought it, but I
know it's out there."

"Tell me about your masturbation.  How often, how powerful is the effect."

"Yow, you really cut to the chase. I love it, I do it every day."

"Where?"

"In my office at school, just close the door."

"What do you use to stimulate yourself?"

He seemed a little embarrassed, but haltingly he offered that he looked at
the various yearbooks in his office.  "The girls are cute and the
guys----they also help."

He told Jeff that his orgasm is much stronger than when he has
intercourse. "Sometimes I shout out when I cum and once my secretary
knocked on the door to find out if I was okay.  I told her I was just
practicing a speech."  He laughed like a kid, crinkling up his eyes.

When I questioned Jeff about foreplay and oral I got similar answers.  Jeff
advised me that the vagina was right there next to the pissing organ.  He
said that the few times Gloria had perform oral sex on him, that her face
showed that she hated it and that put him off.  "I lost my hard on," he
volunteered.

Jeff invited the two into the room and got agreement that he would try a
sex coaching at their apartment two days hence.  He gave them instructions
about hygiene.  "You should both wash your hair, and your sexual organs
also.  Chet should shave and both of you get manicures and pedicures.  In
fact, you ought to keep this up always, if you are going to have the best
sex together."  He also handed them each a box.  "You will find a blue
silks robe for Chet and a red one for you, Gloria.  I will be wearing a
white one."

Chet asked if they were expected to be naked underneath.  Jeff said, I will
be, you can make your own decisions. Gloria smiled with amusement at the
thought that Jeff would be naked with them, Chet looked troubled.  "I hope
this isn't going to be a threesome.  I am not too comfortable with a naked
guy in our bed."

Jeff told them to relax.  He would only be there to help them.

Two nights later, eight PM, as arranged, Jeff called up on the intercom in
their building lobby and a nervous sounding Chet told him to come up and
pressed the buzzer.  They lived on the second floor.  He realized he could
have walked up the stairs.  Chet stood just inside the open apartment door.
He was dressed in a pair of black under shorts, the robe nowhere to be
scene.  He looked Jeff over.  "You look different in a sport shirt and
cargo shorts.  The suit made you look like a doctor. Come in, Gloria is
making a pitcher of her special punch."

"I'll just slip into the bathroom and change into my white robe."

Chet looked a little uncomfortable but pointed out the door to the
bathroom.

In a less than a minute Jeff returned, the robe was tightly wrapped around
him and the belt tied over his small waist.  The robe was rather short and
his muscular legs, decorated with black Irish hair were in evidence.  Chet
glanced at them then reddened when Jeff caught him looking.

The apartment was modestly furnished.  He didn't think that either of them
was into fancy décor, but it was friendly and comfortable.  Gloria wore the
red robe.  She was carrying a tray with three glasses and a pitcher.  "I
guess you can drink on duty."

"Sure can."

She poured the three tall flutes; they three drank in silence, waiting for
Jeff to guide them to the first step.

He was quite taken with Chet.  The kid was really sexy looking, broad chest
with some nice muscles, hairless except for some ginger colors pits.
Chet's hair was also reddish brown Jeff noticed as he sat under a reading
lamp, on the couch.

Gloria laughed, "I feel as though I should get a deck of cards and we
should begin to play strip poker."

"No actually," Jeff dove in, we should go to the bedroom and disrobe and
begin to initiate foreplay.

Chet let out a long puff of air he had been holding.  "You don't waste
time.  Geez, I hope I am up for this."  This he laughed at the
unintentional double entendre.

At Jeff direction the two lay on the double bed, on their backs, looking at
little strained and embarrassed.  "Folks, you know that guys get ready for
intercours3e faster than girls do, but still it shows love when the man is
stimulated also. Have you ever tried playing with Chet's nipples?"  They
both laughed. Obviously this was a new idea to them.  I sat down on the
edge of the bed and put my hand on Chet's smooth chest and lightly passed
one finger over his left nipple.  He jumped slightly but he continued; now
flicking and going back and forth.  He began breathing a little deeper and
his cock began to thicken.  It gave Jeff a chance to look it over.  Yes,
just as the nurse had said, it had a thick, loose foreskin.  It must be
heaven to wank with that slipping warmly over the head.  Jeff reached for
Gloria's hand and placed it on Chet's chest, over one pec.  "Do what I just
did."

Gloria seemed to enjoy it.  She added a fillip of her own as she leaned
down and gave the nub a few licks.  "It's like a mini-penis," she exclaimed
with surprise.

"Oh Babe, this is good.  I could enjoy this all night."

Jeff interrupted the new activity.  "Now let's take this up a few notches.
He slipped out of his robe, revealing his tight abs and upper muscular
development.  His chest was lightly sprinkled with black hair and both
Gloria's and Chet's eyes stared at his crotch.  Jeff had perfuse pubic hair
that stretched from hip to hip.  He didn't believe in shaping the hair,
left it natural.  His flaccid penis hung rather long and nestled at the
depression at the top of his low hanging balls.  He looked more naked with
his maleness on display than his subjects.  Chet was more like a grown up
baby in shape.

Suddenly Chet blurted, "You're not going to fuck my wife.  I didn't
contract for that."  He was half raised from the bed.

"No, no, I'm a catch, although when necessary, I will demonstrate.  You can
always stop me."

Jeff grabbed his robe and reached into the large side pocket and extracted
a packet.  He opens it and showed them a condom.  He explained that this
was a special kind of condom; he didn't recommend it for disease prevention
or blocking contraption because it was too thin, but for playtime, it was
perfect.  "I'm going to place it on Chet's penis.  Is that okay?"

"I guess so."

"Gloria, watch carefully so you can do this yourself.  You know kids, it is
not necessary to use this, but I know you are both over fastidious and I
hope this will get you started but later on your will dispense with this
covering.  However, to Chet, it will feel as though he is uncovered."

Chet's organ was only half hard.  Jeff grabbed it and proficiently shook it
to full hardness.  He placed the still rolled rubbed at the tip, pushed the
kid's foreskin down and unrolled the rubber over the entire shaft, down to
the blond/ red sparse pubes.  Chet's lips parted to get more breath.  Jeff
turned to Gloria, now do you think you can work on this?"

She smiled mischievously.  "Can you demonstrate?"

Jeff shrugged.  "No problem.  Chet?"  Chet just shrugged and turned his
face to the side, but the other two noticed that his cock had risen and was
stiff and pulsing slightly.

Jeff leaned down and licked the top of the covered organ.  Jeff breathed
heavier.  Jeff put the head into his lips and licked in a circular motion.
Gloria was almost on top of Jeff, her face close and watching.  Jeff
relaxed his throat and took the entire penis into his throat.  He paused
and swallowed, several times, giving Chet a strong novel stimulation.  Chet
made a few sounds, more like grunts.  Gloria clapped her hands, "He liked
it.  Oh, Jeff, you are good at this."

Jeff allowed Chet's organ to slide out of his mouth.  He took a tissue and
blotted it.  "It's your turn Gloria."

He put his hand on the back of her head and urged her downward.  She
relaxed and in a moment was imitating what she had seen Jeff to.  Chet
moaned loudly as he lips moved up and down the shaft.  "Yow, that's
fabulous honey.  I'm afraid I'm going to cum if you keep that up."

"Do it if you wish," Jeff said, the semen will be caught in the rubber.

Gloria pulled away.  "No, no boys.  I want him randy when he works on me.
Let's get to my fun."

"Right," Jeff said.  He reached into his other robe pocket and took out
another packet.  Inside was a flat square of condom of the same material as
the one on Chet except that this was merely a flat square of about six
inches.  "You can use this, Chet but soon you will want to try it without
the barrier."

Gloria was already on her back.  Jeff took her legs and parted them and
lifted her knees slightly.  "Oh yeah," she said, already getting turned on.
Chet frown but got close to her vagina as Jeff spread the square in place.
Jeff showed Chet how he creased his tongue to produce a point, "To
stimulate her clitoris.  You do know about that?"

"Yes, I use my finger usually, but not too much.  She didn't seem to show
she liked it."

Jeff mused a moment, "Probably because you quit to soon, or you were too
rough."

Jeff stuck out his tongue and rimmed the vagina lips.  Gloria exclaimed "Oh
my."  He then pushed his long tongue inside, allowing the condom to slide
inside and quickly found her hot spot that was already beginning to erect.
He moved out and showed Chet the tongue motion to use.  He reentered and
his head bobbed slightly as he tongued the clit.  Gloria was undulating her
hips in lust.  "Okay Chet, you got the idea?  Now take my place."

Chet put his face on the covered area, noticing as Jeff moved away that his
cock was hard and lying against his hairy stomach.  This caused a black
frown.  But he got busy.

"Oh, sweetie, you're just as good as the doc.  Keep it up."

After a few minutes of this, Jeff began to see that Gloria was going to
have her orgasm and he wanted it to take place during intercourse so he
stopped them.  "Okay, now for the center ring.  Chet, lie on your back.
Gloria straddles his hips facing him.  In this way you can control the
action so that you will get off.  Don't worry, he'll be right behind you."

Jeff's stiff cock was up like a periscope Gloria got into position and
settled herself down on it.  It slides in easily as she was already
lubricated.  As she bottomed out, her eyes rolled back and then closed.
"This is heaven."

"Tell me about it," Chet croaked.

She began a posting action, up and down and also forward and back.
Sometimes she lifted so far that she had to reinsert Chet's cock.  She
smiled down on him.  "Sorry, I don't want to lose you for an instant.  I
just had some small tremors so I think I can get the big one in a moment."

"Go for it hon. I'll be right behind you."

Suddenly she was going into her orgasm.  Her chest blushed red, her mouth
fell slack, she grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, suddenly she began
to wail.  Chet had never heard her make a sexual sound before.  It blew him
over.  Then she stopped moving, hung rigid and then screamed and laughed.
'This was the big one,' thought Jeff, a little jealous of the two as he
stiff cock jumped up and down.

"Cum, cum Chet, shoot your stuff in me."  He had never heard sex talk from
and this really locked his brain down as he shouted to her, "Here is cums.
Ugh, ugh,ugh," as his hips bucked up and his cock shot six times in her.

They fell away from each other painting.  "Thanks buddy," Chet said.
Gloria said, "Don't be so cool.  Jeff, you're in my will.  We love you."

Jeff left them with a few of the dental dams and extra thin condoms,
reluctantly got dressed and left them naked, snuggling together.  "One
thing more," he said, just as he had his hand on the doorknob.  About
kissing.  Get started.  A little kiss when one of you gets home, a kiss
when one says goodbye and a kiss at night before sleep.  Make it a lovely
habit.  As the Lone Ranger said, 'my work is done here'.  Call me in a few
days and let me know how everything is working out.

They both said okay with drugged sleepy voices.

Three days later Chet called.  "Excellent news.  We did oral without any
protection.  It was super.  Last night we did oral and both got off.  We've
fucked with great orgasms six times since you left.  Do they still use
saltpeter?"

"Excellent news.  My best to Gloria."

"Wait fellow.  Gloria wants you to come for coffee tonight maybe.  She is
making her special cake with the fun stuff baked in.  Are you on?  Good,
bring your fuck robe and we'll be in ours."

That night Jeff arrived at the exact hour.  He was greeted by the two in
their robes.  Gloria told him to get into the uniform of the night.  He
emerged from the bathroom in his whites and joined them at the low table
that had a beautiful cake on it and three coffee cups.

Gloria giggled.  "I learned to make this from my hippy Mom.  You can't
taste the hidden ingredient but it's the real stuff.  If you accuse me of
doctoring the cake I will deny it."

She cut a big slice for each and poured the nice aromatic black coffee.
They chatted about Jeff's job and he told some funny experiences he had (no
names of course).  They chuckled over the stories and then laughed a lot.
Jeff found himself doubled over with glee.  He knew it was the pot.  He
also began to feel a little horny.  They noticed it.  Gloria joined him on
the couch.  "Jeff, you are one gorgeous boy.  I've been lusting for you.  I
think Chet would like a thing with you.  Take off that stupid KKK robe and
come lay down on the sofa."

She pulled the robe off his shoulders and pushed him down.  He was really
high.  It made him laugh uncontrollably.  Also his cock began to buzz and
lift up and lay across his stomach.  Gloria slid out of her robe, baring
those great breasts.  "Feel 'em." She urged.  He lifted his hand up and
cupped them, then squeezed gently, then he passed his fingers over the
nipple that immediately hardened and stuck out.  She was breathing audibly.
He felt a warm hand on his cock.  Chet was lifting it away from his belly
and slightly stroking it.  "Geez, I'm on fire," he groaned to the two.

Gloria smoothed his cheek, "I want you to finish what you started in my
pussy that night, and Chet has been mooning about how he could have tried
sucking you.  Let him get that out of his system."

Jeff said nothing.  This was consent.

Gloria spread her thighs and moved over Jeff's face and settled down, her
pussy right at his mouth.  He kissed it.  He extended his tongue and licked
in a circular motion.  She really moaned hard at that.  He found her
rapidly stiffening clitoris.  It was a long one, almost a small cock.  He
had never done the next thing before but he was entranced and dizzy with
lust for that organ.  He pursed his lips and pushed them into her vagina,
just managing to get the little clit into his lips and he began to suck.
He sucked like a crazy man.  He loved it.  As for Gloria, she was
transported.  She couldn't ever imagine any sensation as hot as she was
experiencing now.  She began a crooning song, it was her orgasm song.  It
rose and fell in pitch and volume as the hot sensations hit her.

Jeff was almost out of his mind with overload.  A moment before, Chet had
taken his cock into his lips, just the head.  He was swiping his tongue
over the piss slip, driving him crazy.  He humped his the trunk of his body
trying to get into that hot mouth.  Chet smiled to himself, that he had the
teacher begging for his mouth.  He allowed the stiff cock to enter his hot
wet mouth and sucked gently as if he was on the teat.  Jeff was moaning
continuously as he ate out Gloria.

Chet was hard as steel.  His cock was rubbing on the couch fabric and it
was all he could do to keep from shooting.  He was humming as he sucked and
this was sensory overload for Jeff.  Suddenly Gloria stopped her song, grew
rigid, then let out a howl of passion and warm fluid flowed out of her
pussy and wet Jeff's lips. This was too much for him.  His body locked and
he began shaking and thrusting his hips.  Chet hung on, thrilled that he
could produce this effect.  The young Irish sex coach gave in to the
voluptuous feelings that invaded every pore in his body.  He groaned and
spit drooled from his lips, his eyes rolled back and he saturated Chet's
sucking mouth with such a quantity of spooge that Chet's Adam's apple rose
and fell rapidly as he tried to drink it all.  Finally there was no more.
Chet took one more swipe of the oozing head and sat back on his heels,
panting with excitement and exertions.  Gloria was curled up half asleep.
Jeff lay where he was, his chest heaving, trying to get oxygen.

After a few minutes Jeff sat up and helped Gloria to sit beside him.  Chet
remained in an Indian sitting position.  Gloria tapped Jeff's arm.  "Look
at my poor lover.  He's the only one unsatisfied in the room.  Shall we?"

"Seems only fair.  Suppose you take the mast and I'll take the crew's
quarters and see what happens."

Chet was still dazed form his experience.  They grabbed him and lay him on
his back.  He allowed himself to be positioned as if he were a puppet.
They lifted his legs and bent his knees and the two of them put their heads
inside the space between his legs.  Gloria pushed his loose foreskin down
and lapped at his pick head.  Jeff got busy on his excellent ball sack.  He
noticed it was hairless and the balls were covered with a thick smooth
white pouch and the shape was a perfect circle.  He put his educated tongue
at the very back of the ball sack, then swiped it upwards, not missing the
sensitive top.  His seeking lips met Gloria's as she slid vigorously up and
down.  Chet was dizzy with sensations as he made grunting sounds, then
mewling cries as the double loving was bringing him to a crashing climax.
He had been already at a peak from his own activities So that this heavy
mouth fucking was bringing him to his culmination quickly.  Suddenly he
cried hoarsely, "I'm coming you fuckers, get ready."  His fat cock seemed
to pull inward, then grew longer and stiffer, he almost passed out as he
began to shoot.  Jeff could feel the balls pulling up almost half up the
shaft.  Gloria hummed as the nectar flowed into her mouth.

Later, over coffee, "No more cake," Jeff said.  Gloria asked him in a
worried voice, "Did I taste okay?"  He assured her that it was like a
bouquet of flowers.

She kissed her husband.  "And you, delicious, nectar of the gods."

This was another successful case.


End

This idea of a sex councilor could also go into a story about a gay couple.
It has possibilities.  You and I hope that Jeff won't lose his license
getting it on with clients.