Date: Tue, 12 Jan 2016 17:26:19 -0500 From: Mike Loggerman Subject: A Boy In Trouble A Boy In Trouble by mike loggerman as always, please support nifty... 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 I was acquitted, but my license to practice was revoked.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 I reminded him that my license was revoked.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.