Date: Tue, 12 Jan 2016 17:26:19 -0500
From: Mike Loggerman <chatterman36@aol.com>
Subject: A Boy In Trouble

A Boy In Trouble
by mike loggerman


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I am a trained sex therapist.  My specialty was adolescent boys.  I had a
good practice, and did a lot of good for most of the boys.  The kid was
beyond hope, and committed suicide.  His parents sued me.  I was acquitted,
but my license to practice was revoked.  I left the city and moved to the
woods.  I was done.


A year later, I got a call from one of my colleagues.  He had been treating
a 16 year old boy who was gay and he became suicidal.  He felt he could no
longer help him and asked if I would.  I reminded him that my license was
revoked.  He told me the parents were desperate, and didn't care if he was
gay, they just couldn't handle the suicide attempts.  I told him no.  He
emailed me the boy's chart and I told him to forget it.


I read through the chart that night.  The boy was gay and had been orally
active for several years.  He repeatedly got caught sucking men in
restrooms.  He tried to hang himself twice, but his mother found him before
it was too late.  All I could think of, was that this was a boy in serious
pain.

The next day, my colleague called and asked if I would reconsider.  I told
him I didn't think I could help him.  I didn't want to go through another
trial.  He asked me to at least meet with the parents.  I reluctantly
agreed.


The next morning, his parents drove up to my cabin, and they were crying
and begging me to help their son.  I explained to them that I'm no miracle
worker, and I couldn't guarantee any good results.  They said they didn't
care.  They had taken him everywhere and no one could help.  I told them I
don't have a license to practice, and they said they would sign consent
papers, and they would press no charges no matter what the outcome.  I
looked into the other room and saw their son.  I felt sad for him and
agreed.  They signed the papers and they brought in his suitcase, and left.


Their son's name was Jason.  He had fair skin and freckles, and long hair.
I tried to talk with him, but he was angry.  I showed him his room, and
told him we would talk after dinner.  After we ate, we had our first
session. I asked why he was angry.  He said he didn't like his parents
dumping him off with a stranger.  I explained that they were worried about
him, and hoped I could help.  I asked what he was really angry about.  He
didn't answer.  I tried to be pleasant and asked what he liked to do.  He
stared at me, almost defiantly and said he likes to suck cock and eat cum.
He said he didn't care whose cock it was, just as long as he could suck it.
He said if I wanted to make him happy, I should take off my clothes and let
him suck my cock.


He thought he had shocked me, but I looked at him and told him I love
having my cock sucked, but he wasn't going to get it until we worked
through his problem.  He looked at me strangely and asked if I was gay too.
I told him I was.  That seemed to calm him down.  He asked how old I was
when I started sucking cock, and i said I was 14, that my friends and I
used to suck each other.  He told me he was 12, and that he sucked his
friends but they wouldn't suck his cock because he's not normal down there.
I asked if he was smaller than average, and he shook his head and said he
was a pretty good size, but it had an abnormal shape, and his friends made
fun of him, so he sucked their cocks but they never sucked him.  He said it
made him feel like a mutant.  I said they come in all shapes and sizes.  He
said his was deformed; that it had a flat head.  He said guys didn't even
want to touch it.


He asked if I liked cock.  I said I did, but that wasn't what got me going.
He asked what excited me.  I told him I like hairy armpits and pubes.  He
smiled and said he had a lot of hair, and offered to let me play with his
hair if I let him suck my cock.  I asked him if thats how he felt he got
acceptance.  He didn't say anything.  I asked if anyone ever sucked him.
He shook his head negatively. I asked if anyone ever desired him.  He shook
his head no, and tears were streaming.


I told him he can't get love from giving blow jobs.  If someone really
cares about him, they won't care what shape his cock is.  They will love
him and desire this for who he is.  He was crying, and said no one will
ever love him.  I hugged him and said it was okay.  He will find someone
who will love him, and that love is something you don't buy.  I had to find
a way to help him receive affection and improve his self esteem.


We took a break and went for a walk in the woods.  When we got back I asked
Jason how he felt.  He said he was still horny, and still wanted to suck my
cock and still wanted to suck my cock.  I told him no way.  He was
frustrated and asked why.  I said because he hadn't even seen my cock and
he wants to suck it, yet he doesn't offer his body.  I asked how he felt
about someone enjoying his body.  He tensed up and said he didn't want
anyone to pleasure him.  I told him everyone likes pleasure.  Why didn't he
want anyone to pleasure him?  He said when you let someone pleasure you,
they get to your cock,and then they leave or laugh.  He was angry.  He was
seething.  The rejections were so painful to him that they pushed him to
the edge.


I told him not everyone will reject him.  He didn't believe it.  I kissed
him tenderly.  He looked at me angrily, and asked if this is part of the
therapy. I told him its not part of the therapy.  I'm really attracted to
him.  He asked why I didn't let him suck my cock.  I told him I only share
my body with someone who wants to share theirs with me.  I don't want to be
just a conquest.  I kissed him again. He let me kiss him, and as we kissed,
I slid my hands up his shirt and felt his hairy armpits.  I reached down
and felt his hard cock in his pants.  He took off his shirt, revealing his
smooth freckled chest.  I sucked his nipples and he moaned.  He said I
don't have to do this.  I said he was right.  This isn't part of the
therapy, I really think he's hot and I want him to share his body with me.
I sucked his tits and raised his arms, showing off his very hairy armpits.
As I sniffed and licked his pits, he lay back and enjoyed it.  He reached
into my sweatpants and felt my cock and balls.  He gave me a look asking if
it was okay.  I said, "not yet."  I took off my shirt and we continued
kissing and feeling.  I pulled down his pants and felt his hairy legs and
the huge bulge in his boxers.  I went to pull down his boxers, but he
stopped me.  I could smell his heavy crotch scent and I asked him to trust
me.  The let me pull down his boxers and his thick eight inch hairy cock
sprang up.  I told him he had an amazing cock, and licked the head.  I
stood up and let him pull down my sweats and briefs.


We kissed for a long time, and our hands wandered around each other.  I got
on my knees and sucked his cock.  He said I don't have to do that.  I told
him I know I don't have to do it it.  I want to do it.  I want to do it as
much as he'd let me.  I want to feel close to him.  I want him to fuck me.
We kissed harder and more passionately.  We moved to my bedroom and got
into a 69 position and and enjoyed each other's cocks.  I asked how he
liked my cock.  He said he sucked bigger ones, but he was liking mine most.
I asked why.  He said because its better when you are with someone who you
have feelings for.  I spent a long time sucking and licking the head of
Jason's cock.  He said he was going to cum.  I held his hips and felt his
cock throb as he shot a huge load in my mouth and down my throat.  He
collapsed along side me and we enjoyed the warmth of each other.


Jason snuggled against me and said he hoped this was real because this felt
really good.  I told him I really do want him, and I'll suck his cock as
much as he'll let me.  He asked if I didn't mind the shape.  I told him he
has an amazing cock, all cocks feel the same in your mouth.  and I wouldn't
say that if I didn't want him to put it inside me.


For the next few days, we slept together and for the most part, at his
request, we stayed naked.  We sucked each other several times a day.  I
also enjoyed his musky crotch scent, and rimmed his ass.  Jason seemed to
grow in confidence, and seemed happier.  Jason said he felt like my cock
belongs to him and I said I feel the same about his. He said I wasn't
getting the good part of the deal.  I said I always wanted a big thick
hairy cock like his, and to me its the hottest cock on the planet, mostly
because who its connected to.  His eyes got teary, and he kissed me and
asked if I meant that.  I said I did, We kissed.  I licked his pits and
felt his hard, dripping cock.  I whispered for him to fuck me.


We lay on the bed and I got some lube, and lubed his big cock.  He lay on
top of me between my legs and pushed them up on me.  He thrust his cock in
me, and I told him to take it easy.  He worked it all the way inside me and
moved in and out of me slowly.  He asked how I liked having his cock inside
me.  I told him his cock feels great in me, but I love feeling him so close
inside me.  He kissed me as he thrust in and out of me.  He asked if I let
all my patients fuck me.  I said yes, but he's my only patient.  He said,
"no. really..."  I told Jason I don't let people fuck me for therapy.  They
can go to a massage parlor for that.  I only have sex with someone if I
really like them and have feelings for them. I asked him how it feels, and
he said it feels amazing.  We were both sweaty as he shot his load deep
inside me.


For the next few weeks, Jason enjoyed full access to my body, confident
that I was as hungry for him as he was for me.  His parents came for a
visit and were really happy with the progress they saw in their son.  They
asked what I thought about him coming home, and I told them we are making
progress but it would take a while before he was really ready to leave.
The strange thing to me was that they seemed relieved.  After they left,
Jason celebrated by fucking me in the kitchen.  He had fucked me everywhere
else in the house.  He loved that I shot my load without touching myself
when he fucked me.


Jason finished high school online, and stayed with me until he went away to
college.  He visits me on breaks and his parents are grateful.