I'm Brad, a fourteen year old forced to see a shrink for being gay. The fact is that I was really attracted to cock and wanted to give blowjobs, but had never acted on my desire. Actually, I was strongly attracted to girls, and not to boys, except for their cocks. All this was kept to myself for obvious reasons.

I would watch gay porn on the internet and jack-off to it. This worked out fine until one day my Mom barged into my room without knocking and caught me jacking off to a blowjob video. She freaked out and told my Dad immediately. I protested, claiming she had violated my privacy, but that didn't help. The funny part was my Mom was freaked about me jacking-off, which my Dad was fine with. He didn't like the porn I was watching.

Since I was in trouble no matter what I said, I decided to have some fun with it and asked, "So are you going to stop loving me because I'm gay?"

Both my parents were stunned, and speechless for a moment. Then Dad said, "We still love you, but we want to help you through this."

That was surprising, and not at all what I expected – that almost sounded liberal. Not much was said during dinner, but Mom and Dad went off and talked by themselves.

Upon their return Dad said, "We're taking you to a psychiatrist to help you work through your homosexuality issues. I'll call tomorrow and get you an appointment.

"You're sending me to a shrink? I don't need anything like that – I just need some understanding!"

"The doctor wil help you understand," said Dad, "Give it a shot – it's for the best."

I regreted shooting my mouth off, but decided to try to make the best of it. My appointment with Dr. Emerson was in a few days, and Dad and I went in together. The doctor asked me a few questions but I just shrugged and wouldn't answer.

"Is there a reason you won't answer?" he asked.

"I don't feel comfortable answering in front of Dad," I said, "He's always judging me."

Dr. Emerson asked me to step out and he talked with Dad. Then Dad came out and said, "He wants to talk with you alone from now on."

I went back in and we began to talk. I decided that I would tell him some, and maybe have a little fun with him.

"So how long have you been attracted to boys?" he asked.

"I'm not." I replied.

"But I thought you were gay." he replied.

"I guess that's what it's called," I said, "But I like girls."

"I see," he said, "Then how did your father get the notion that you were gay?"

"Because I'm a cocksucker," I said. That was a lie, but I really wanted to be one. I had watched plenty of cocksucking videos and read stories and thought I'd be able to fake it.

"Let me get this straight," the Doctor continued, "You suck penises but aren't gay?"

"I guess the labels are more important to you than to me," I said.

"I'll try not to get hung up on the labels," he said, "But I just want to understand you better."

"Why?" I asked.

"So I can help you, of course," was his reply.

"I don't see how you could possibly help me by talking," I said.

"Try to keep an open mind for now," the doctor said, "and perhaps we'll both see."

"Ok," I said, "Your the doctor."

"So do you get sexual satisfaction out of suckng penises?"

"You mean do I cum while sucking?" I asked. The doctor nodded.

"No, the whole point is to make the other guy cum," I continued.

"Then what do you get out of it?" asked the doctor.

"A feeling of accomplishment," I said.

"That's a very submissive behavior," the doctor said, "It is like you are submitting to an alpha male."

"I don't see it that way," I said, "I may be on my knees, but I'm totally in control. A guy has given me his total trust to take care of his most valuable part, and I send him off wanting more."

"I've never heard a blowjob described in that manner," he said, "It's contrary to the clinical studies I've read."

"Well, perhaps you have to do some of your own research," I said.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Have you ever even had a blowjob from a guy before," I asked.

"No!" he shot back, "Of course not."

"You should try it," I said, "And you would understand far better than from any research you read. Let me show you."

"Out of the question!" he said, "I could lose my license."

"Nobody would have to know," I said, "Besides, it's protected by doctor-patient privilege."

"It doesn't work that way," he countered, "You've been watching too much Law and Order on TV."

"Well, think about it," I said, "It would tell you a lot more than talking."

"Our time is up for today," he said, and we both got up. I sure hoped he didn't tell Dad that I propositioned him!

On the way home my father asked how it went, and I said it was just a bunch of dumb questions – I didn't see the point of it.

"Well, maybe things will get better after another session or two," said Dad.

We didn't talk much – I knew I was an embarrassment to him – I just wished he could see things my way instead of always being so judgmental.

My next appointment was a week later and Dad just dropped me off at the doctor's office and said he would be back in an hour.

As we talked I took a good look at his pants and could see his cock outlined – he was nearly hard.

I had hoped that he thought about me blowing him, and perhaps he has himself in just the right mood.

"Have you thought about letting me suck you?" I asked.

"That would be ill-advised," he said, "Let's keep this on a professional basis."

"It would be simply to promote better understanding," I said, "You could observe how I respond to the situation."

He wasn't buying it, so we talked for a few more minutes and I told him about how wonderful it feels when a cock expands in my mouth to full erection, and how proud I feel to bring a man to that point.

I saw that he was rubbing his cock – perhaps unconsciously, but I clearly saw it – I was turning him on, so I continued the erotic talk.

Finally I said, "I know you need to cum, and soon!" Let me help you and you will understand far better what this is all about."

He stood up and unzipped, but hesitated to take out his cock. I knelt before him and rubbed his cock through his pants with one hand while I reached through his zipper with the other. I pulled out his cock and just stared at it for a bit – it was beautiful! Holding an adult man's cock in my hand was so much better than the porn I'd been watching.

I realized that he could chicken out at any time so I quickly took him into my mouth and began sucking and running my tongue around the head. It was my first blowjob, but I had read a number of online articles about how to give a good blowjob, and I hoped he wouldn't realize I was a beginner.

He moaned softly as I sucked him, but I knew that there would be no going back for either of us. Soon he came in my mouth. I was prepared for a strong taste, but was surprised that it tasted completely different than anything else I had ever had. I swallowed and he pulled out."

"We shouldn't have done that," He said.

"Of course we should," I replied, "Now you understand more and can better evaluate my situation."

He said we would cut our sesson short because we've covered enough for today. I went back to the waiting room for the rest of the hour and then went outside when Dad arrived.

I told Dad that it felt like we were making progress, but I wasn't sure. He told me that was encouraging, and that I should just give it some time.

I visited Dr. Emerson every week and he got comfortable with me blowing him, but we continued to talk a lot. He found my situation interesting because he had never encountered anything like it before, and "the literature" never mentioned it. He said that I had a "symbiotic relationship" with the man I suck. I didn't understand that, so he explained that we were each providing something the other person needed. I agreed, and we continued our own symbiotic relationship.

After a few more weeks Dr. Emerson said that he just didn't feel right keeping me as a paying patient when he was getting all of the benefit (getting sucked and gathering research information). He asked if I could meet with him each week – perhaps in the evenings or weekend – and continue as we have.

"I'd be fine with that," I said, "As long as I can continue to blow you, but what will you tell my father?"

"I will tell him that being gay is no longer considered a mental illness, but it is still something society frowns upon. Furthermore, you are not really gay at all, since you are attracted to girls, not boys – but you just need to perform fellatio." he replied, "I'll tell him that you can lead a normal life as long as you keep that part of your life discrete."

"You think he'll buy that?" I asked.

"I hope he will," the doctor said, "We'll see when I talk with him today."

When Dad arrived I told him that Dr. Emerson wanted to talk with him. I sat in the car while he went in and they talked.

When he returned we drove home. Along the way he asked, "Why did you tell us you were gay when you aren't?"

"I thought that was what I was," I replied, "I couldn't be straight if I liked to give blowjob, could I?"

"Well, according to Dr. Emerson you are straight," Dad said, "And I'm so glad you can lead a normal life and date girls."

"Yes, I like girls," I said, "But I have that other need too."

"It's not something you can just stop doing?" he asked.

"No," I said, "I really need it."

"Well, I don't really understand," Dad said, "But never thought there's was such a thing as a straight cocksucker. Have you done it a lot?"

"Not as much as I would like to," I replied, trying to remain evasive.

"Do you suck any kids at school?" he asked.

"No way!" I responded, "I couldn't risk them giving my secret away and it getting all around school. There is a gay guy at school that everybody picks on. I'm not gonna repeat his mistake!"

"That's smart of you," Dad agreed. "But that limits the field a lot."

"Yes," I concurred, "But at least they are all people I can trust."

We didn't talk any more until he pulled into the driveway and I got an idea.

"Dad, may I blow you?" I asked.

It's a good thing he wasn't driving, because I really startled him with my question. "I could never allow that – I'm your father," he said, "And Mom would kill be if I did!"

"Well that's a really good reason not to tell her," I said.

We went into the house and nothing more was said.

Through dinner I reflected on how ironic it was that my father's concern about my cocksucking led to his taking me to the guy I sucked first! I was glad to have someone I could suck every week, but really wanted more than that.

I went to bed and jacked-off. I was almost asleep when Dad came into my bedroom and stood next to the bed. "Is that offer still good?" he asked.

I saw that his cock was out, and he got his answer as I sucked him.

  To be continued . . .

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