Date: Sun, 30 Jun 2002 03:52:22 +0100
From: sykray@hotmail.com
Subject: Matt

All the usual cautions, disclaimers and warnings apply.  I want to make it
clear that although I write about adult-youth sex, I do not approve of the
abuse of power or authority.  This is pure fantasy.  The case is not real,
though I was a sex therapist for a youth of 18 who was masturbating up to a
dozen times a day.  However, I did not see him naked, I did not ask him to
show me his dick and we did not have sex.

MATT

The letter from the family practitioner intrigued me.

"Please could you see this 14 year old young man and advise his parents.
His parents are concerned because he seems to have a constant erection and
several times a day he goes off to his bedroom, where they assume he is
masturbating.  They accept that this is normal for teenagers but they
consider the frequency and constant arousal is rather excessive."

As a psychosexual therapist, I was not accustomed to having many young
teenagers referred.  Most clients were in their twenties at least.  I sent
out an appointment for a time after school and about a week later received
a phone call from his mother, who said that Matthew would be attending on
his own.  She and her husband could not get time off work.  I told her that
this would be all right as far as I was concerned.

The few days prior to our meeting were filled with sexual fantasies about
him.  I felt excited by the time the appointment came.  The doorbell rang
and I opened the door to a fair-haired youth about 5'7", blue eyes, slim
and a shy but friendly smile.  Rather nervously he checked that it was the
correct address and that I was expecting him.  I reassured him on these
points, gave my name and offered my hand.  His shake was firm but a little
warm and sweaty.  I ushered him in and indicated that he should go upstairs
to my consulting room.  I followed and watched his firm round bottom in the
tight black school trousers.

I invited him to sit and took my seat facing him at a slight angle.

"Let me just check out a few details.  You are Matthew Hopkins and you are
14 years and 4 months old.  Do I call you Matthew or Matt?"

He nodded and said.  " My family and friends call me Matt."

"OK, Matt.  Your doctor tells me that you nearly always have an erection."

He blushed, "Mmm."

"Well, that is quite normal for a lad of your age."  I gazed down at his
crotch and thought I saw a degree of tenting.  He noticed my gaze and
hunched forward to obscure my view.  "Sit back and relax.  I can appreciate
that you feel embarrassed about it but really for me there is no need.  I
talk about sexual things every day and see quite a few penises, too."

"You actually see them."

"Yes.  There are many men who come to be treated by me who are concerned
about the size of their dicks.  Or they have problems with not getting firm
erections and I have to examine them.  You are slightly different because
you can quite easily get a hard erection."

Matt settled back in the chair and it was now clear that he had a
substantial hard on in his trousers.  He adjusted it, caught me looking and
blushed again.

"Doesn't it bother you to see other guy's dicks, their stiffies?  It would
make me very embarrassed and I'd be sure to get a hard on."

"I can see that even talking about it has made you stiff.  No.  I have seen
so many that it's just part of work for me now."  This wasn't entirely
true.  Sometimes I did get turned on but usually only after my clinics when
I was thinking about things later on my own.  "So, Matt, how do you think I
can help you?  What concerns you about it?"

He shrugged and chewed the inside of his lower lip.  "There are two things.
One is that I think my ... can I say dick?  Right.  I think my dick is very
big for my age.  It's bigger than other boys at school but I've never seen
any of them hard.  I understand that you can only compare erections not
soft dicks 'cos soft ones vary too much."

"Yes.  We can deal with that concern in a minute.  The other worry is..?"

"Like you said. I always seem to be hard."

"How often do you masturbate?  We can say wank, if you wish."

"I have to wank a lot to make it go down but it soon comes up stiff again.

I maybe wank 6 times, sometimes 10 times a day.  I've tried not to, today.
I had a wank when I woke up - in the shower, but not since."

"So, you'll be feeling very horny by now.  Shall we deal with the first
concern about size?  I know from experience that although many boys measure
their dicks, they can measure inaccurately.  Can I see your dick for my
self?"

Matt frowned then shrugged.  "I suppose so."  As he stood, the bulge in his
pants was brought into clear relief.  A long tube of flesh extended as far
as his left hip.  I gulped and tried not to stare.

"I won't be able to get it out through my fly.  I'll have to drop my
trousers."

"That's OK.  I would prefer that anyway.  It makes it easier to examine
you.

It might be better if you take your trousers and underpants off entirely."

He nodded and began to untie his shoelaces.  He kicked off his shoes and
unfastened his belt and waistband.  He hesitated before unzipping, seeming
to consider whether he should turn his back to me.  He turned and dropped
his pants.  Matt wore tight white jockeys that covered his neat bum like a
second skin.  His legs were almost hairless and tanned.  He folded his
trousers and placed them on the seat.

I adjusted my crotch.  Glancing over his shoulder, he said, "I think I'd
better take off my shirt, too.  I'll only have to hold it out of the way,
if I don't."

He removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.  There was that musky,
pheromone-laden scent of fresh adolescent sweat and the lingering remains
of deodorant.  His shirt removed, I watched the interplay of muscles in his
back as he folded the shirt and placed it on his trousers.  His skin was
unblemished by acne, silky smooth and covered in blond down.  My arms ached
to hold him and my mouth wanted to trail kisses down his spine.

Matt removed his socks and stuffed them in his shoes.  What a strip!!  He
faced me, the blush spreading down his body from his face and neck.  He
pulled the waistband at the front of his pants and the head of his dick was
released to poke above the band.

His thumbs dragged the pants down to the floor and he kicked off the skimpy
garment.

Shit!  His dick must have been about ten inches, not too thick but fairly
hefty looking.

His foreskin half covered the glans for he was not yet fully erect.  My
hand covered my seven-inch erection.

"Well?  It is big, isn't it?"  He held it out from his body and turned to
give me a profile view.  He was beginning to enjoy showing himself off.

"It certainly is, Matt.  We can't be certain whether it will grow more or
not.  It will probably thicken though.  I would say that it must be about
10 inched long."

"I measured it - along here."  His finger traced from pubic bone to the tip
of his penis.

"It was ten point four inches."

I took hold of his dick and pulled the foreskin back.  I was pleased to see
that he kept himself clean of smegma and told him so.  There was still the
unmistakable smell of aroused cock.

"I would say that maybe one in ten thousand of fully grown men has a cock
as big or bigger.  You will have to be considerate of any girl you fuck.
The vagina is very elastic but that is longer than the vagina is deep.
More importantly, you can prod internal organs too hard, if you're not
careful."

"I don't think I need to worry about that."  He looked at me uncertainly.

"That's an odd thing to say, Matt.  What do you mean?"

"I think I'm gay.  Actually, I know I am.  I know that some gays fuck but I
don't think I fancy doing that.  I don't know, but I might like to be
fucked though."

"You can decide what you like doing with experience.  For now, let me just
say that being gay is OK.  Do you feel OK about it?"

"Yes, sort of.  I haven't told anybody else yet, but I'm OK with it."

"Then I'm honoured that you trusted me."

He grinned cheekily.  "Not really a problem.  You're gay, I think."

"What makes you think that?"

"You're still holding my dick."

It was my turn to blush.  I quickly released his dick and it slapped back
against his tummy.  "Does that make any difference to you, Matt?"

"Dunno.  It's kinda reassuring that someone else is gay.  I mean - I know
there must be lots of us but I don't know anyone who is.  And ..."  He
giggled.  "Well, I expect that you enjoy touching me as much as I like
being touched.  More personal - not so professional."

I smiled up at him.  "That may be the case but I still want to keep things
professional, if I can.  So, you've got a great dick - and it's very large.
That doesn't explain why it's always hard, though."

"Does it turn you on?  I mean, do big dicks excite you?"

I sighed as I thought about it.  "I wouldn't usually think of myself as a
size queen but, I think lots of men - not just gay men - really both men
and women.  What I'm trying to say is that seeing a large erection would
fascinate many people.  I admit that I had some sexual fantasies about you
before we met and that was before knowing how well hung you are.  You
turned me on, anyway.  The dick is a bonus."

Matt snorted with mirth.  "My dick is a boner - geddit?"  I screwed up my
face at the weak pun and he continued.  "Just imagine what it's like having
this in your pants.  I'm gay.  I get turned on by the thought of a dick, -
any dick.  And I can see one, feel one and play with one at any time -
mine.  My hand brushes the front of my crotch and I know it's there.  I
catch sight of myself in a mirror or a window and I can see the bulge.  I
feel like a pee and I think of my dick.  I have a sexy thought and I think
of my dick.  I put a hand in my pocket and I can feel the head.  I move and
I'm aware of it.  Is it any wonder I feel horny all the time?"

"No, Matt.  When you put it like that then I can see why you keep getting
an erection."  He was beginning to lose some rigidity and his cock twitched
and bobbed, lower and lower.  I gazed in interest.  "So, we have confirmed
that you are unusually well developed - I was going to say for your age but
age has little to do with it.  And, we also have an idea about why you keep
getting turned on.  But how can I help?  Your parents would like you to
spend less time wanking.  They wish that you didn't keep getting stiff.  We
can't do much about that but do you think that you could be more discreet
and less frequent with your masturbation?"

"I can try, I suppose.  But aren't you going to help me not my mum and
dad?"

"What help do you want?"

His penis began to stiffen again, jerking on its way back up.  He gave a
sly look.

"Could I .  would you let me see your dick?  It's only fair.  You've seen
mine and I've never seen a hard on and you've seen lots."

I sat and debated within myself.  I knew that I shouldn't.  I knew that I
should tell him to get dressed again.  I knew all that and more but I also
knew that I was going to have sex with this lad.

I stood and kissed his cheek.  "I give in to temptation."  I unfastened my
trousers and dropped them.

"Take them off, please, and the rest of your things.  Please."

Moments later I stood before his scrutiny, naked.  My seven inches jutting
out towards him, as he knelt.

"Is it average?"

"No, above average.  The average is between 5 and 6 inches.  Some studies
say more but they have been done on guys measuring themselves.  When
doctors have done the accurate measuring and there are not just volunteers
then about five and a half is the average.  Mine is seven inches long."

"It's nice, lovely.  Can I touch it?"

"Go ahead.  Be my guest."  I groaned as he grasped my dick and gently
wanked me.

He stopped.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, dear.  I'm groaning with pleasure."

"Shall we wank each other?  I want to be fucked sometime but I feel scared
in case it hurts and the other guy would be the only one to get pleasure
from it."

"We can do whatever you wish - wank, suck, fuck - anything.  If you relax
then being fucked won't hurt but that takes some practice.  Usually people
find it does hurt a bit the first few times.  But I promise you that it
feels good, too.  I had a lover who could cum without touching himself,
simply from being fucked.  Have you never put a finger or something up your
bum?"

"No.  But now I'm curious.  And you said that we could suck each other.  I
never thought of that.  Is that the same as a blowjob?"

"They are the same, yes.  You could suck your own dick, too.  How about if
I suck your dick and at the same time show you how enjoyable it can be to
have someone rubbing your prostate?  That's a gland at the other end of
your dick, inside your bottom."

"Sounds good.  What do I have to do?"

"Nothing except enjoy it.  Sit on the couch and lean back with your legs
apart and your feet on the couch, too.  That way I can both get at your
arsehole and suck you."

I found the KY gel as he assumed the position.  The brown-pink sphincter
tightened and relaxed repeatedly in the hairless valley between his
buttocks.  I squeezed a glob of gel on my left middle finger.

"It will feel cold at first, so don't jump."  I massaged the gel around the
anus and waited for it to relax.

"Thank goodness, I don't need to crap.  Urggh!  That would be awful."

I gently but firmly pushed into him.  There was a moment's resistance and
then I was inserted as far as I could go.  He groaned and said that it felt
like he needed to go to the toilet.  I found his prostate and pressed it.
His eyes widened.

"Fuckin'hell!  What did you do?"

"That, my dear, is your prostate.  It can give powerful sensations.  Some
men dislike it but most revel in the feelings if they know about them.
I'll do it again.  Just as a little warning.  As you get close to cumming,
the prostate gland will enlarge and get harder.  That's when the feelings
get most intense."

I moved my finger from side to side and in and out, brushing against his
prostate repeatedly.  Matt closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure.  His
cock dribbled pre-cum and jerked again and again.  I felt his anal
sphincter relax.

My lips traced tiny kisses up the inside of each thigh and I began to lick
around his balls and up the length of his shaft.  He drooled more pre-cum
and I licked it off the knob of his dick.  Soon I was enclosing it within
my mouth and swirling my tongue around the corona of his glans.  All the
while, my finger was doing its work deep inside him.  I eased my index
finger alongside my probing digit and fucked him with both fingers.

My right hand grasped the base of his truncheon and I wanked away in rhythm
with the finger fucking of the other hand and the movements of my lips up
and down his throbbing dick.  I couldn't hope to take the whole length so I
just concentrated on the head.

In next to no time, his prostate bulged and hardened against my thrusting
fingers and Matt almost screamed.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Yes. Yes. I'm cumming. Fuck. Fuck."

The massive shaft pulsed and his anus spasmed on my diligent fingers.  My
mouth was filled with spurt after spurt of thick creamy cum.  I struggled
to swallow as fast I could.  Matt collapsed, gasping for breath, his rectum
still twitching with the receding echoes of his orgasm.

I lifted my head and withdrew my fingers.  His spunk tasted sweet.  He had
clearly consumed quite a bit of sugar today.  Youthful ejaculate usually
tastes quite sweet, anyway.

"Bloody fantastic.  I've never come like that before."

"As I predicted, it's pretty intense, isn't it?  The prostatic massage
coupled with the warm wetness of a mouth, either can increase the pleasure,
together they make a powerful combination.  I'm glad you liked it.  You can
do it to yourself, too."

His dick had softened slightly but, even so soon after cumming, it was
rapidly as hard as before.  The advantages of youth!  Matt curled over
himself and took the head of his dick deeply into his mouth.

"I can."  He delighted.  "And I didn't know my arse could be so sexy."

"Believe me, it is."

"What about you?  What do you want me to do?  Can I suck you?"

"I'm happy for you to explore and decide for yourself what you would like
to do.  I don't think that I can let you fuck me, though.  That's a
fiendish weapon.

But you can wank, suck, rim or let me fuck you."

"What's that rim thing?"

"Licking my anus and sticking your tongue up my bottom."

"What right inside?"

"As far as you can, yes.  Does it disgust you?"

He considered.  "A few minutes ago, it would have done but now I think I
could do that.  But he would have to have a clean arsehole."

"Well, Matt, I'm all yours.  Do as you wish."

Like a kid with a new toy, Matt explored my body.  My chest hair, my
armpits, my back, my bum, my crotch - his fingers, lips and tongue worked
over almost every square inch.  Fervidly, he caressed and nibbled his way
all over.  He clasped me in his arms and clung.

"I want to have sex with you but, right now, I just want to hold and be
held.  It's so good to be close to another man."

I hugged him just as tightly, his slim hot body pressed to mine.  A couple
of minutes later, he released me and I saw moisture sparkling in his eyes.
Suddenly, he was on his knees, sucking my dick.  Inexperienced and
enthusiastic, he choked a little and grazed my shaft with his teeth.

"Easy now, Matt.  Take your time and don't take me in so deep.  That needs
practice.

And watch your teeth.  I don't need to be circumcised."

He apologised but I grinned so he knew that it was OK.

"I love the feel of your cock in my mouth but perhaps it would be better if
you fucked me."

"Are you sure?  I wouldn't advise it for the first time you have sex with a
man."

"I'm sure.  Anyway, it's not the first time.  The first time was ten
minutes ago.  Please.  I want to know what it's like.  Your fingers felt so
good.  Being fucked must be better."

Matt turned and bent over the examination couch.

"That's OK for getting you ready but, for fucking, I'll lie on my back and
you kneel astride me.  That way you can control penetration."

I knelt to rim him.  The KY tasted sour on my tongue.  Matt wriggled his
bum and giggled.  "It sort of tickles.  Don't stop, though, it's nice and
sexy."

I pressed with my tongue firmly against his hole and the muscles yielded to
let me in.

I took my time licking and poking with the tip of my tongue until his arse
was fully relaxed.  I squeezed more KY onto the fingers of my left hand and
pressed the tube against his anus to squirt more gel up his bottom.  One by
one, I inserted a finger, waited for him to relax and then pushed in
another finger.  Eventually, Matt had three then four fingers stretching
him open and plugging his bum.

"I'm ready.  Lie down and then we can push it in."

I settled myself on the floor on my back and Matt squatted over my hips.  I
smeared my dick with the KY on my fingers.

"You'd be better kneeling, Matt.  I don't want you to fall over."

Mat knelt astride me and grabbing my erection and positioned it at the
entrance to his rectum.  He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.  As
he let it out, his hips lowered and my dick eased up inside him.  Half way
and his face screwed up with discomfort.

"Don't, if it's hurting you.  Otherwise, just relax.  Take your time and
wait until your anal sphincter gets used to having my dick up there."

"It's all right.  I feel stretched and full.  It doesn't hurt as much as
burn.  It's burning less now, though."

His next deep exhalation coincided with his thrust back on my crotch to
impale himself completely on my seven inches.

"Shit!  I feel as if I'm going to split.  No, not that exactly.  It feels
bigger than it looks.

It burns a bit but it also feels great, too."

I could feel his arse squeezing and twitching on my shaft.  The spasms
slowed until it was clear that the discomfort was over.  Matt began to
gently bounce up and down on my invading member.

"Oh. Oh. Oh.  Yes. Yes. It feels fucking fantastic.  You're rubbing my
prostate all the time."

He rode me more strenuously and precum seeped from his dick and trickled
down his shaft.  I raised my head to take his glans into my mouth.  I
scarcely moved and just let his dick gently thrust in and out of my lips as
he fucked himself on my dick.  I grasped his shaft on the lower half and
ran my lubricated left hand up and down, wanking him.

We got into a rhythm, strong and moderately rapid.  The sleeve of his
rectum, up and down my rigid shaft.  The tip of his dick in and out of my
drooling mouth and my hand, back and forth on his lengthy column of flesh.

His breathing came in pants and gasps.  "Oh.  Oh. Oh. Ohhh. Ahh, aaahh.

Oohh.

Oooohh.  Yes, yes, ahh."  Matt was clearly revelling in the sensations deep
within him, coupling with the stimulation to his penis.  I sucked more
avidly as he increased the frequency of his thrusts.  His firm, hot
buttocks slammed into my crotch, over and over, forcing me deeper into his
bowels.

I, too, found myself panting as my arousal neared orgasmic level.
Suddenly, Matt screamed and thrust back, hard into my pubes.  His movements
were very swift and shortened so no more than an inch of my cock travelled
in and out of his arsehole.

His whole body trembled as his bowels and anus spasmed, milking my cock.
My mouth was suddenly filled with warm sweet cum, spurting again and again
from his rock hard dick, throbbing and pulsing in his ejaculation.

This sent me over the edge and I began to shoot with powerful jerks deep
inside him.

I could no longer think of swallowing his cum and it trickled down my chin
to drip onto my neck.  The suction of his rectum on my dick, like hundreds
of soft fingers up and down my shaft, drained all the cum from my balls to
jet higher into his bowels.

Matt slumped against me, almost unconscious in his post-orgasmic torpor.  I
clung to his slim, firm body and rained dozens of kisses on his face and
neck, as he sobbed and groaned against me.  I could feel his heart pounding
against my chest and I stroked his back as both of our heart rates
gradually slowed.

Eventually, Matt regained his breath.  "I would never have believed sex
could be so wonderful, so powerful, so fucking . so fucking fantastic.  I'm
hooked.  I just want to do it again and again."

"Sorry, Matt, I'm too old.  I won't be ready for sex for another hour or
so."

He giggled.  "Nor will I, to be perfectly truthful.  I feel as if I have
exhausted all my emotions.  I'm like floating on an ocean.  It's calm after
a storm.  But, I just know that I'll want to have sex soon.  I must reach
that high again."

I chuckled gently and he became very serious.

"You know that I wank six or more times a day?  Well, somehow I don't think
I need to do it so often.  If I could have an orgasm like that once a day,
I think I would be drained.  All my lust would be used up for the day."

"Well, Matt, you will just have to wait and see if you're right about that.

If we are careful and discreet then perhaps you and I could meet once or
twice a week.

  If you were to get yourself a boyfriend then that would help, too.
Otherwise, you'll just have to use some fingers up your bum and suck
yourself off at the same time."

He kissed me.

"You better have a shower and then get dressed.  Tell your parents that I
need to see you once a week for the next few months."


Fraser Cameron
Copyright June 2002

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