Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2022 13:35:18 +0000 From: Beau Kramer Subject: Sissyboy Counseling (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Counseling (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer I don't do this stuff and you shouldn't either. What you should do is get vaccinated and contribute to nifty. One -- An unusually reluctant Daddy Dr. Sigmund Reasonable listened empathetically as young Drew Creambody wailed out his frustration. The 41-year-old middle-school counselor listened to the pretty 10-year-old boy sob through a sad tale that Dr. Reasonable had heard all too often. "Dr. Reasonable, I turned ten years and three months two whole months ago. I'm legal to consent to all the normal, testicle-busting, cum-filled, homosexual acts I can enjoy. But my Daddy, who is a big, hunky, handsome man, won't [gasp] [sob] FUCK me!! He won't even TEASE my foreskin up and down until I spurt my boy's cream! He won't even TOUCH my pretty penis or my little pink purse! Or even [tremble/sob hard) KISS me with his tongue in my mouth!" Although he had heard this story before from perhaps ten percent of the boys in his school, Dr. Reasonable was still appalled. What were these parents thinking these days? Don't they know the effect sexual rejection by a Daddy has on a pretty young boy? Don't they care? Dr. Reasonable was a man of action, not just talk, so he began his therapy of Drew with a tried-and-true approach. "Have you asked your Daddy to fuck you, Drew?" the man asked reasonably. [Through his tears] "No, Dr. Reasonable. But everyone says I'm beautiful. And I'm legal. Shouldn't Daddy just know?" "Not necessarily, Honey. Sometimes parents need a little nudge." "What kind of a nudge?" "Have you let your Daddy see you naked?" "Every chance I get. But he just turns away." "Does he turn away immediately?" Drew thought about that, then said. "No. Maybe after five seconds or so." "Five seconds is a long time, Sweetheart. Does Daddy have an erection when he turns away?" Drew brightened at that a bit, then said, "Every time, Dr. Reasonable." The man was getting somewhere. "How does he act when he sees men look at you, you know, that way? And make love to you with their lustful eyes? Does he seem a little agitated? Jealous, maybe?" Drew didn't have enough experience to be able to gauge that well enough, but he said, "He doesn't seem happy." "When you go to bed on a school night, do you get into your cartoon-character pajamas, then come downstairs to kiss Mom and Daddy goodnight?" "Every night. But that's as far as it goes. I kiss Daddy on the cheek, then go upstairs. Mom always tucks me in and kisses me on the cheek too." "How does your mother feel about you and Daddy fucking?" "We've talked about it. She's all for it. She told me that she wants us to fuck most every night so Daddy won't be begging her for sex anymore." "Excuse me a minute, Honey," Dr. Reasonable said as he left his school counseling office Three minutes later, he was back with a clearly labeled, "Number-Three Therapy Kit." "This may help you solve your problem. Let me see you model it for me." Drew opened the package and smiled. Then the boy stripped to a delicious nude and quivered with sexuality as he showed himself to Dr. Reasonable. Drew was wearing only a baby-blue-with-red-pinstripes pajama top. His pretty feet were in fuzzy slippers adorned with teddy bears. He was cradling a worn teddy bear in his left arm. He was gloriously naked from the waist down. Showing his dripping, four-inch erection to his counselor. The beautiful boy checked himself out in Dr. Reasonable's full-length mirror and purred with pleasure at his puerile vulnerability and raw eroticism. "If your Daddy doesn't fuck you in that, my lovely, he never will," Dr. Reasonable breathed. Drew agreed. Thirty-seconds of Drew's self-adoration later, the mirror was enhanced by the image of the naked Dr. Reasonable. Standing behind Drew. Kissing the young beauty's creamy neck. Drew moaned softly as he felt Dr. Reasonable's lips on his left ear and his right hand on his right hip. "You're an angel of beauty, Drew," the man said honestly. "Any rational man would cash in his IRA to kiss you once." Drew didn't know what an IRA (individual retirement account for you non-USA readers) was, but he caught the drift. The counselor was "bumstruck" by Drew's beauty. Drew giggled to himself. He knew that bumstruck meant that a man would NEED Drew's bum. To POSSESS Drew! To make cum-drenched love to Drew every day or wither and die. Or some slightly milder version of that. Dr. Reasonable slid his right hand under the beauty's pajama top and softly teased Drew's left nipple. Drew grunted softly. "Has a man ever touched your nipples, my angel?" "[Unnh] not yet. I've been saving myself for my Daddy. I guess that sounds crazy to you, Dr. Reasonable." "Not at all, Honey. It sounds very old-school and family-centered. I'm guessing that once your Daddy FINALLY makes love to you, you'll be dating men." "Oh, yes, Dr. Reasonable. Nice men. Handsome men. Loving men. Like you, Dr. Reasonable. Oh, Dr. Reasonable! What's that stiff thing you're rubbing against my back?" "It's stiff because of your pulchritude, you gorgeous babydoll." Drew was trying to remember what pulchritude's definition was from some long-forgotten vocabulary test. But he figured it was a good thing. And he had other things to consider. The man was touching the boy's penis! His four-inch, painfully-stiff, extra-drippy boycock! It felt too good for the distraction of reason. Drew had been playing "boys' games" with his friends since he was eight, of course. But no man until Dr. Reasonable that day, had touched Drew's penis. And he could see the whole business in the mirror as he felt it. "Your penis is as beautiful as the rest of you, sweet baby. Oh, look what happens when I pull your little `hoodie' back. It looks like a little, red helmet. I think you like when I move your hoodie up and down, don't you? Oh my!" Drew's "boy's time" devoured him quickly and thoroughly. The pretty lad reglazed the mirror with his expression of full, carnal lust. When the last cumdrop had been expelled, Drew formed a coherent thought. Was Dr. Reasonable going to FUCK Drew next? Would the powerful, massively-massive man try to overpower Drew? FORCING his big cock into Drew's dry, tiny, virginal bumhole? Against Drew's plan to let Daddy be his first, loving man? Of course not. Dr. Reasonable was a professional. He would counsel Drew thoroughly, then see where that took the two heavily-breathing people. Dr. Reasonable sat in the office's easy chair and had the delicious angel sit on his lap. The man cleared his throat. Then said, "Aren't you hot in those teddy-bear slippers, Drew? Perhaps you could take them off." Drew complied immediately. Then wiggled his delicious, pink toes. Dr. Reasonable groaned softly. "Now that I think about it, Honey, I would just have bare feet when you say goodnight to Daddy in a few hours. Your pretty toes look so scrumptious and he'll need all the encouragement you can give him." Drew giggled and gave Dr. Reasonable a little kiss. Which grew into a big kiss. Open mouth. Lots of tongue. Until steam was coming off both of them. Being the grownup, Dr. Reasonable moved the counseling session along. "Speaking of being hot, isn't that pajama top a bit stuffy for this room. Would you like to take it off?" Drew would. And did. Which made Drew, Dr. Reasonable and the teddy bear very naked. Sitting on a very naked man's lap. Even grownups don't have to be grownups all the time. The man caressed the boy's private parts. The boy reciprocated. Yum! Cum! And they moved on. "Let's go through the most likely ways your Daddy will react tonight and the answers you would give, OK?" "Mmmmm. Anything you say, sir. As long as I can lick your penis head when we've figured it all out. Would that be all right, Dr. Reasonable?" "I wouldn't have it any other way, Honey. And I would love to have you cum in my mouth before you go. But let's not rush our preparation for you and your Daddy tonight. It's too important. Of course, if you REALLY need relief while we're talking, I'll certainly help you. I'm not a beast." Drew smiled and nodded. The ensuing prep session took one hour and 32 minutes, 27 minutes of which were work and the rest play. When Drew left, locked and loaded for his Daddy, Dr. Reasonable felt as if he had done good work for a noble cause. He also felt the strain of over-usage in his balls, which had ejaculated three times at Drew's hands. And mouth. But not bumhole. Two -- Will Daddy do his duty for Drew? Let's remove the reader's anxiety. The answer is yes. Feel better? OK. By agreement with Drew, Dr. Reasonable called Drew's Mom and explained that that night was the night that pretty, young Drew was going to land on a higher plane of existence. As a modern Mom who didn't even pretend to be there to satisfy any of her husband's filthy urges and disgusting needs, Drew's Mom packed an overnight bag so she could stay with her sister. Less distraction for Drew's co-star of the evening. Which wasn't the only uncharacteristic action she took that evening. Drew's Mom COOKED DINNER!! A real dinner that she served to her husband and son. Then she left. [I know that my stories may seem to stretch reality slightly now and then, but try to suspend disbelief on that dinner thing, will you?] Anyway, Daddy was beginning to believe that the stars were lining up a little bit too conveniently for something that the man had been refusing to face. Drew's sexuality. Daddy was a bit prudish, but he wasn't stupid. He knew that Drew was a gorgeous, ultra-sexy, love angel who was throwing himself at Daddy. Wanting Daddy to make love with him. Wanting Daddy's cock in his mouth and Daddy's [blush] tongue and stiff penis in Drew's exquisitely beautiful bumhole. Yet, Daddy resisted. Why, you ask. Why, I asked as I compiled this true, real-life, totally plausible account of their relationship. Daddy was scared. He had no qualms about incestuous, underage, homosexual sex. Everyone was doing it. And enjoying it. But what if, Daddy kept asking himself, he disappointed his scrumptious son? Couldn't raise Mr. Johnson often enough. Or at all. Used poor technique. Bored his sex partner and never enjoyed his body again. A reasonable issue, since he felt that he had sorely disappointed the only other sex partner of his life, Drew's Mom. His friends had told him not to worry about the fact that he was fucking his wife twice a day for the first year of marriage and 12 years later it was twice a year. "They're all like that," his sexually-satisfied friends said to Daddy. "That's why we make love to our sons and their sissyboy friends." [Sigh] But wait. Drew told Daddy he was going upstairs to get ready for bed. But it was only 7:14. Maybe Drew knew that Daddy was uncomfortable being alone with Drew and was going to make it easy on Daddy by going to bed early. Maybe monkeys would fly out of Daddy's butt when he went to the toilet. Drew seemed to be taking an extra-long time getting into his Scooby-Doo pajamas. Brushing his teeth longer, maybe. Oh dear. Was Drew doing that extra brushing because he was planning on sitting on Daddy's lap and tongue-kissing?!?! Daddy couldn't... Oh! What? Drew was moving toward Daddy. But it didn't seem like Drew. It looked like the sexiest fantasy Daddy had ever imagined. The boy was only wearing a pajama top! And carrying a teddy bear! Drew's feet were bare. And his toes looked as tasty as the biggest ice-cream sundae Daddy had ever had as a kid. But that wasn't all. Drew was NAKED from the waist down!1 And his little, four-inch jewel was standing straight up!! It was drooling. Daddy's heart was beating at warp speed. The boy stood ten feet from his Daddy. Letting the man molest him with his eyes. Drew gave Daddy ten seconds of ogling/panic time, then asked, "Do you like my new jammies, Daddy? They're so loose and comfortable. I feel so free. Do you feel free, Daddy?" Daddy tried to speak. He really did. But raw lust had gripped his vocal chords. Just then, Drew "accidentally" dropped his teddy. "Innocently," the boy bent at the waist to pick it up. Flashing Daddy his amazing, bare ass. With full view of Drew's delicious "wrinkle." Drew lingered a bit in that invitational position, thinking about which rehearsed move, position or statement that he should try next. Not needed. Daddy sprang from the chair, fell to his knees behind Drew, and dove his face into his son's delicious ass. Drew screamed! Was it a "Help, my horrible, incestuous father is RAPING my bumhole with his disgusting tongue" scream? Or a "Thank goodness! My amazing, hunky father is FINALLY going to FUCK my beautiful bottom" scream? At that point, it was irrelevant to Daddy. He had been prickteased enough and he was going in! Daddy knew that no 9-1-1 call was imminent when Drew pushed his bum back to get more of Daddy's tongue. And moaned with deep lust. Drew was going to be fucked at last!! Would it all happen right there on the living-room carpet? Not if Drew could help it. Breathing desperately, Drew managed to squeak out a "My bedroom, Daddy. Please!" Daddy stood, scooped Drew up so he was carrying him with cocks rubbing and mouths kissing and raced up the stairs. He flung the little prickteaser onto his back onto the bed. And resumed his oral assault on the sweet boy's anus. Drew was wriggling and gasping and groaning. Though not moving enough to dislodge Daddy's tongue. All Drew's naughtiest dreams were about to come true. Thanks to the wise counsel of Dr. Reasonable. Drew made a mental note to thank Dr. Reasonable by making him the second man to fuck his boyish pleasure pit. Then he stopped thinking. Until the danger bells went off. A snorting, overheated, super-aroused Daddy had finished his oral preparation and was about to sink his cock into Drew. Which was the one thing Drew wanted more than anything. Except... "Daddy! The Spermbutt Anal Lubricant! It's in the top drawer. Please." Daddy's animal brain had just enough logic left to delay his feral lust long enough to save Drew's pretty ass. If Daddy had dry-fucked Drew the first time, it could have meant less [gasp] or even no [horrified scream] future boypussy for Daddy. So Daddy did all his lubrication and dilation work, taking care to save his best prostate tickles for later. And then, more than 2,400 words into this factual account, Daddy shoved his fiery-headed rammer into Drew's hot boy-furnace! Zowie! It hurt. Not Daddy. It hurt young Drew. But it was still the greatest 21 minutes and 32 seconds of either of their lives. Even with only a frantic ass-dive as foreplay. They did foreplay as afterplay. And did it well. Drew asked the big question: "Was that better than when you and Mom make love, Daddy?" Should Daddy answer that? Did he remember the last time he and his wife had made love? Daddy decided to be honest. "That was the best fuck I ever had in my life, Honey. But I think we should try to do even better the next time. And each of the many times after that." The perfect answer. Drew smiled, gave his Daddy a tonsil-licking kiss, then took Daddy's wet knob into his warm mouth and got Daddy ready for Round Two. Problem solved, Dr. Reasonable! Thank you! Three -- A bigger problem In his role as middle-school counselor, Dr. Reasonable heard a lot of the same stuff. My parents won't buy me a cell phone. Daddy doesn't do enough foreplay before he fucks me. I'm sad because my dog died. Daddy does too much foreplay before he fucks me. My teacher hates me. Mom won't let me go on spring break with Biff Buggerall. Stuff like that. Wilson Spraycum had a problem the noted psychologist rarely heard those days. "I like girls. Only girls. Not boys or men, Dr. Reasonable." The man sat forward in his chair. This could be a case for the medical journals. "Tell me more, Wilson." "Well, I turned ten and three two weeks ago, so everyone thought that, since I guess I'm pretty, I was, you know, a simpering, panty-wearing, Daddy-seducing sissyboy. But I'm not. A sissyboy, I mean. I don't like the idea of men or boys touching me. Or kissing me. And especially, some of the awful things that men do with those boys in those horrible Spermbutt Anal Lubricant commercials on TV all the time." In that day and age, Wilson was a very interesting deviation from the norm. "Have you ever had a sexual experience with a boy or man that made you uncomfortable?" "Sure. Men are always touching me. Not my privates, thank goodness, but touching. And other boys! Let me tell you about the boys." "Um-hmm. Please do." "My first time with other boys was when I went to Tommy Tinkle's tenth birthday party three months ago. It was all boys, but we played spin-the-bottle! Kissing games. All four of the other boys kissed me! Right on the lips." "That sounds like fun. Did you like that?" "NO!! It was awful. To make it worse, my penis got all stiff and the other boys said I liked kissing them. Even though I didn't. It was super embarrassing." "Why do you think your penis got stiff?" [Eyes filling up with tears] "I don't know. I asked Daddy and he said that sometimes young boys just get like that for no reason. But I didn't tell Daddy the rest about that day." "What was the rest?" "Do I have to tell you?" "Certainly not, Honey. This is a safe place. You tell me only what you want to tell me." Wilson hesitated. Why did Dr. Reasonable call him "Honey?" He should have hated it. But he didn't. Dr. Reasonable was such a nice man. "Well, after the party, Tommy asked his Mom to call my Mom and ask if I could sleep over. I didn't ask for that. But I thought Tommy liked me. He liked me too much. We slept in the same bed and he tried to `do stuff' with me." "What kind of stuff?" "Sissyboy stuff. He didn't wear any pajama bottoms and he gave me just a pajama top too. I felt really exposed when we got into bed. It was OK for a few minutes. We talked about stuff, you know. But then he told me that he really enjoyed kissing me and he wanted to do it again. Before I could tell him that I liked only girls, he was kissing me and playing with me, down there!" Dr. Reasonable paused. Then asked, "How did that make you feel, Sweetie?" That sweetie stuff again. "I...I liked it. A little. But not enough to change my mind about liking only girls." "What did you like about it?" "Um, it felt really good, I guess. But I felt like I was falling into something I didn't want. I could have stopped him, I guess, but when we started kissing with tongues I did a really bad thing." "Which was?" "I touched Tommy's penis too. Not just touched. I pulled his foreskin up and down. Just like Tommy was doing for me." "What happened next?" [blush] "I don't know if I should tell you. You won't tell anyone, will you?" "Of course not. This is between you and me." "OK. Well, I shot my boy's cream. [sob] I'm so embarrassed. And Tommy shot his. We kept kissing and stroking and a few minutes later we were kissing and shooting again. I was such a little homo. But that's over. Forever. I can stop just like that. Right, Dr. Reasonable?" "I'm sure you can, my sweet boy. But why would you want to? Were those moments with Tommy pleasurable to you?" [Hesitant] "I guess." "You guess or you know?" Wilson threw a cold stare at Dr. Reasonable, but admitted, "It was the best thing I ever did, but it was wrong. My pastor says so." Aha! So it was a religious thing. Dr. Reasonable asked, "Does God love you, Wilson?" "What a silly question. Of course, he does." "Do you think he made you to like certain things a lot and then told to stay away from them? That doesn't sound like love." Wow! A real thought-provoker. "Are you saying that if I like boys and men, that's how I was made and I should embrace it?" "It's a thought. But with your permission, I would like to see if you like men. Would that be OK?" "You mean...?" "Yes. You and I will both get naked and we'll do some sex things. But only the sex things you approve. If you like it, we'll have to deduce that that's how you're made." Wilson was obviously in deep thought. But his penis was ferociously stiff. After a good 20 seconds, Wilson returned a weak, "OK." And naked they became. Dr. Reasonable drank in young Wilson's naked beauty with lupine eyes. For the millionth time he was happy that he had become a psychiatrist instead of a lawyer. All those pretty boys coming to him for "hands-on" solutions to their sex problems. Wilson quivered with unwanted arousal. Why were his ears hot and his cock almost bursting from seeing Dr. Reasonable naked? And why was he unable to summon even a smidgeon of disgust? The man was so...so manly! Handsome. Buff. Hairy. With a cock that was well-above average in length and thickness. Thank goodness they had an agreement that they would only do "sex things" that Wilson approved. He knew he would NEVER let that man, that handsome, hunky man, put that stiff monster into his tiny bottom. It would be so wrong and... Oh, no! Wilson wanted to stop it. He really did. But he couldn't. The lovely lad was cumming! Shooting thick strands of sinful cum well into the air! Just from being naked with a man. It was humiliating! Wilson began to cry from shame. Being a kind man, Dr. Reasonable took Wilson into his arms and comforted him. Telling him that the boy was just normal doing a normal thing. Giving the boy a little kiss on the forehead. One on the cheek. A third on closed lips. Then a really big kiss that featured major tongueage and saliva-swapping. Oh no! Wilson was erect again and the man had taken the boy's restiffened penis into his mouth. Kissing back the foreskin. Tormenting the underside of his knob with his hot tongue. Wilson put his hands on the man's head. Not to push him away. To pull him towards Wilson. Then, in an agony of ecstasy, the boy shot his first cumload into a lover's hungry mouth! Which pretty much opened Wilson's eyes. And soon after, opened his bum, as Dr. Reasonable tongued him out "down there" good and proper. That made the young beauty heave out a third thrilling stream all over his pretty tummy. Wilson slumped back in exhaustion. He looked at Dr. Reasonable with eyes moistened by love. Now among the converted, Wilson proposed fair compensation for Dr. Reasonable. The little love angel dropped to his knees and took the man's delicious cockhead into his sweet mouth. It was the nourishment he had denied himself his whole life. He would be hungry no more. Four -- Another unusual issue... Carter Slickbutt presented himself for counseling as a last resort. The lovely young Adonis had wrestled with his problem (while not "wrestling" properly with other lads) on his own. But the time had come. "How may I help you, Honey?" Dr. Reasonable asked benignly. While optimistic about another full-body molestation of yet another puerile patient. Carter hesitated. It was so embarrassing. Then... "I kind of like being treated like a baby, Dr. Reasonable." This was interesting. Very interesting. "How so?" The luscious lad's eyes were filled with tears as he said, "I wear diapers. I pee and poop into them. Daddy changes me. Three or four times a day. And each time he makes me...you know." "Does he make you cum, Sweetheart?" Carter sobbed out a yes. "How does he make you cum? Wait. Don't answer that. Are you wearing a diaper right now?" Though almost fatally humiliated, Carter nodded. Dr. Reasonable smiled. "Then we can simulate what Daddy does so we can fully understand what happens to you. Excuse me a minute, please." The man disappeared into the back storeroom for 25 seconds. During which Carter contemplated flight. But Dr. Reasonable returned with what appeared to be a pre-teen-size, wheeled, changing table and a Number Seven Therapy Kit. Thank goodness the School Board had been so generous with allocation of therapy funds. And all Dr. Reasonable had to do was "refer" a patient or two now and then to Board members. Anyway, the boy was astounded to see Dr. Reasonable with materials for a diaper boy. "If you hop up, Sweetie, we can begin our therapy." Carter took off his shoes and socks, dropped his short shorts and hopped. Lying on his back. Exposing his wet diaper to Dr. Reasonable. "Let's get the shirt off you too, Babydoll. So it won't get in the way." Carter couldn't imagine his shirt getting in the way of anything. But he complied. And was naked except for his diaper. Looking up at a man with the fire of lust in his eyes. "You have a beautiful body, Carter. You know that, don't you?" Carter whimpered. He was scared. No one except Mommy or Daddy had seen him naked. What would the man do to him? He hoped it was something really nice. But first, he had to submit to the humiliation of wet diaper removal. He was such a baby! Daddy told him that as he gave Carter that wonderful feeling and the boy made that sweet mess. The man didn't act as if Carter was babyish. He didn't scrunch his face from the stinkiness. He just took the diaper off and dropped it into the diaper pail that was part of Number Seven Therapy Kit. As were other useful implements, such as the soft washcloth and soap that the man used to gently and erotically cleanse the boy's most private parts. Carter was trembling with lust as the unfamiliar-but-loving hands caressed his hardened penis and dangling dainties. It was too good! It was too much. It... Oh! Dr. Reasonable's eyes ignited as he watched the young beauty HEAVE his cummies! From that brief bit of therapy, the man developed a preliminary diagnosis of underused resourcesness. The boy wasn't, Dr. Reasonable would wager, being fellated or fucked. Time to apply the scientific method and test his hypothesis. Without speaking, the man bent over and proceeded to lick up all of the boy's tasty spendings. Which got Carter's full attention. Then his fullest attention when the man took Carter's limp, drooling, pretty jewel into his mouth and gave it a first-class sucking. Carter squealed with surprise and joy as the fellation expert applied his expertise. Dr. Reasonable was grateful that, during his internship, he had been on a cock-sucking rotation with a senior therapist who really knew his way around a boy's private things. Including his prostate. Which Dr. Reasonable invaded in short order. Rubbing Carter's special walnut with one naughty finger as he licked the boy's unhooded glans wetly. Poor Carter. No one had ever... Wow! Carter was cumming again! Screaming out his love for Dr. Reasonable! The boy's sex guru. Even though, to paraphrase Al Jolson, "Carter ain't seen nothin' yet." Before he had even fully recovered, Carter sat up, embraced Dr. Reasonable and kissed him. Inexpertly, but passionately. Reminding himself of his role as therapist and the Hippocratic Oath, Dr. Reasonable broke the delicious kiss and asked, "Haven't you been kissed like that before?" Carter looked sad and said, "My Daddy never kisses me. He just cleans up my diaper mess and pulls my foreskin up and down until I spurt. It's nowhere as nice as my spurts with you." "I should say not. Now that you've enjoyed the delights of having your penis sucked and your prostate massaged, you'll want and need more from Daddy and...others." "Others? You mean like you, Dr. Reasonable? I would really like that. A lot." "Me too, my angel. And we will. But a beauty like you should have a vast array of `attendants.' I can help you with that. And you won't need diapers to get that sweet feeling anymore." Carter pelted Dr. Reasonable with grateful kisses. His lips ending up on Dr. Reasonable's aching penis and balls. Rather than ruin his therapeutic agenda, Dr. Reasonable pulled away before the crisis seized him. "That was delicious, my sweet. But I'll need that particular erection to teach you the joys of being fucked." Being fucked!?!?!? Carter didn't want to be fucked! The man's cock was too big! It would hurt and... Time out. Dr. Reasonable had Carter on the table on all fours. The boy's bum cheeks were apart and the man was LICKING the tender flesh on the innermost cheek meat nearest the anus. And then it happened! Dr. Reasonable was licking the boy's anus! His anus! It was far beyond even the dirtiest thing Carter had ever imagined. The boy had never thought of his asshole as being an erogenous zone. A really erogenous erogenous zone! So that was why Dr. Reasonable wanted to fuck Carter. He wanted to put his stiff penis into that place where his finger had been. Where his tongue [gasp] was licking and sticking. And driving the young beauty half mad with pleasure. Forget those reservations on the fucking. Carter wanted it all. As the eminent healer lubed the grunting, squealing boy with two fingers and lots of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, he said, "After I fuck you, you'll be able to know what you like. And you can tell all your lovers how to love you. Do boys and men try to seduce you." Carter grunted out an affirmative. "Do you turn them all down because you don't want them to see your diaper?" Dr. Reasonable was wise. Another yes-grunt from the boy. Then a muffled, "They think I'm a prickteaser. But I'm not." "It's no wonder that boys and men want you. You're a perfect little dreamboat. Will you stop wearing diapers and choose your own lovers from now on? And start prickpleasing instead of prickteasing?" The response was muffled by the boy's desperate, shuddering orgasm. Realizing that the relaxing boy would be most receptive to his cock, Dr. Reasonable slathered on the Spermbutt Anal Lubricant and pushed into the fiery boy furnace. Paradise! For Dr. Reasonable at least. Carter let out an "I'm being hacked to death with a meat cleaver" scream, but that was nothing unusual since the passage of the Twenty-Ninth Amendment. When the burning ceased, Carter joined his first fucker in Paradise. When they melted away in simultaneous ecstasy, they kissed and made impossible promises. Before sending Carter back to class, Dr. Reasonable gave the young lad his first pair of pink, bikini panties, as well as a dozen others from the Number Seven Therapy kit. There were no diapers in the therapy kit. The boy would never wear diapers again. Five -- Last big problem of Dr. Reasonable's week Writing up his findings on young Carter and his issues. Dr. Reasonable postulated that the boy's father had probably done the diapering because a) it ensured that Carter would have no other lovers and 2) the father would be in complete control of Carter's orgasms. But the psychiatrist didn't put much detail into the file. All that deep psychiatric mumbo-jumbo stuff bored him. Dr. Reasonable was all about solutions. Who was next up? Oh yes. Alex Luscious. Why would Alex be seeing Dr. Reasonable? He was the prettiest, most popular and, understandably, the most-fucked boy in school. The man's interest was piqued. And his cock was peaked. Like the huge majority of the sane male population, Dr. Reasonable wanted to fuck Alex. Perhaps that day would be the day. Alex burst into the counseling office at the appointed time and flung his beautiful body onto Dr. Reasonable's lap. Alex certainly knew how to get a man's attention. Were those real tears Alex was shedding? Dr. Reasonable could have floated a boat with all the sissyboy tears of the past week. "Good afternoon to you too, young Alex. Are you all right?" [Sob] [Quiver] "No, Dr. Reasonable. I am definitely not all right. I've been rejected!" Dr. Reasonable had to admit. He had gotten some real puzzlers over the past week. How could anyone reject the prettiest and most sexually-active boy in school? "So, Alex, everyone in school believes that your dance card is harder to get onto than the Supreme Court. Who rejected you?" [Sniffling sadly] "My Friday man. Mr. Antigay." "What do you mean, your `Friday man?'" "I `entertain' seven days a week. Daddy on Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday overnights. A very virile 20-year-old college man on Mondays. A nice, overly generous, 30-year-old married lawyer on Tuesdays, one of your fellow educators on Wednesdays. Thursdays are `anything can happen nights.' But Fridays are a problem." Just as Dr. Reasonable believed, Alex was well-fucked. Every day was laid out so that Alex would be laid out. Except for Thursdays, when Alex probably worked at a homeless shelter. Or attended piano recitals. And maybe Fridays. Was there room for Dr. Reasonable in that schedule? Let's see. Dr. Reasonable forced himself to listen to 12-year-old Alex's woeful tale. Distracted as the man was by Alex's warm body next to him. His long, creamy legs that made the boy almost as tall as Dr. Reasonable. The sweet, beautiful lips that were pouring out this plaintive story: "My Friday night friend is a real rich guy. He's bossy and kind of arrogant, but he buys me nice jewelry and a sissyboy isn't in his prime forever, you know. It's true. Diamonds are a sissyboy's best friend. The man is really handsome and he has a VERY big cock. But...[sob] but he ..." Dr. Reasonable sat up straight. "Does he hit you? I'll..." "Oh no. He...he won't kiss me! And won't even touch my pretty things, let alone kiss and lick and suck them. [Bawl!]" Insanity in his purest form! "That stupid beast," Dr. Reasonable said in the most neutral, professional manner he could muster. "Do you suck his cock? Does he fuck you?" "Oh yes, Dr. Reasonable. Every man I date does those things. He's a really good fucker, too. But I've asked him to do those other things many times, but he says that's gay. And he's not gay, he says." In a week of strange situations, that took the cake for Dr. Reasonable. For a good five minutes the man just held Alex on his lap. Cuddled him. Stroked his hair. Finally, he spoke to Alex. "It seems that your other lovers love you, Honey. You're easy to love and you love them back. But this Friday guy is so outside the boundaries of sanity, you could be in your twenties before he comes around. Do you feel you could drop him from your schedule? Would he try to harm you if you did?" Alex gave Dr. Reasonable a loving look that almost made the man cum. "I could drop him. I could. I don't need his stinky old four-carat diamonds. Or his ten-inch fucks. And he doesn't scare me. My Daddy is a cop and he could make that man's life really difficult. But that leaves me with an open Friday. And today's Friday." Oh my goodness! Was Alex flirting with our eminent healer? "Are you free tonight, Dr. Reasonable?" That did it. Dr. Reasonable spunked in his pants. Alex giggled so sweetly and said, "I'll take that as a yes. We still have 52 minutes on our session. Should we get naked here or at your house? And stay there all night." Dr. Reasonable managed to select the latter. Twenty-two minutes later, Dr. Reasonable and Alex were naked, standing at the foot of the man's bed. Kissing hungrily. The height similarity was an asset for the fun to follow. Rubbing naked bodies. Alex was the most responsive, hottest, prettiest boy Dr. Reasonable had ever known. A full worship session was clearly the best lead-in to a night of unparalleled passion. Laying Alex onto his back, feet over the bottom of the bed, Dr. Reasonable sat facing the love angel. He began that night of golden memories by holding Alex's right foot in his hands. Admiring its beauty. The pedicured nails. Especially the tiny nail on the boy's little toe. He kissed that toe gently. Then gave it a soft lick. And a suck. The boy's exquisite, 3.23-inch cock twitched and the boy groaned. Encouraged by the feedback, the man admired, kissed, licked and sucked all ten pretty gumdrops. Which had the boy squirming with lust. "Has no one kissed those delicious toesies before, Sweetheart?" "No." "You like it." Not a question. Alex nodded and held his arms open for an embrace. Dr. Reasonable accepted the invitation. Slowly. Gracefully. Let the boy be frantic. Act as if you're in charge. Because you are. Hot kisses followed. After five steamy minutes, Dr. Reasonable asked, "May I pay homage to the prettiest pricklet on earth?" "Oh, please, Dr. Reasonable! I need to cum so bad!" Dr. Reasonable scooted down and beheld the glory that was Alex's tiny tickler. Three magnificent inches of erotic dazzlement! Pink and perky. Quivering with lust engendered by Dr. Reasonable's loving attentions. The attendant pearls inviting kisses and licks. How could anyone, especially one who had tasted the boy's other delights, fail to pay adoring attention to the prettiest boy's things Dr. Reasonable had ever kissed? That Mr. Antigay guy must have been crazy. The only possible explanation. Dr. Reasonable looked up at Alex's spectacular face one last time before devouring his pretty privates. Those huge, cobalt-blue eyes! Misted with love for his lover/molester! Those prominent cheekbones that would ensure his life-long beauty! And oh! Those large, soft, red lips that accepted and gave life-altering kisses. That scoundrel wouldn't even KISS those lips?!?!? Dr. Reasonable was not a believer in the death penalty, but in that case, well... Anyway, Dr. Reasonable laid a soft kiss on each hairless testicle. Alex groaned appreciatively. Slowly, teasingly, the man kissed and licked his way up the boy's penis. Ending at one of the two major seats of a boy's pleasure. The slick, drooling knob. There were at least two dozen other pleasure centers, of course, and the man intended to address them all that night. Alex actually sobbed at that. Perhaps he was teasing the boy too much. Would he be giving Alex his first case of blue balls? Since a boy with Alex's gifts need never be concerned about satisfying his boyish urges when he wants them satisfied. No matter. Alex was getting the full-adoration treatment. Modified a bit by the pretty boy's desperate plea for an orgasm earlier than the man had planned. Shall I say it again? Never piss off someone who is giving you world-class boypussy. Alex seemed more than ready to burst. And his balls clearly ached. So edging would have been cruel. And Dr. Reasonable was the antithesis of cruel. He helped sissyboys become even sissier, didn't he? So the man licked the underside of the boy's helmet mercilessly. Drawing a cacophony of desperate squeals and grunts, until... "Oh, Dr. Reasonable, I...!" Bingo! Game over! That's all, folks! A gusher of the world's tastiest tastiness glopped into the man's penis-capping mouth. Yum! Let's postulate that it was one of a very active boy's most active orgasm ever. Because Alex flung his arms around his man and shook and sobbed and professed undying love. And they hadn't even fucked yet. That would follow more amazing foreplay. Beginning with returned kisses and improbable promises on both sides. Then with the man engaging the most sensitive and puffiest nipples he had ever seen puffed. Had Alex's previous lovers neglected nipplage? That may have been so, since Alex was reacting to Dr. Reasonul's nipple-worship as something new and devastatingly exciting. Yes, the lad spunked hard, just from a delicious assault on his sweet nips. Allowing the boy to catch his breath before mission-oriented fucking preparation began, Dr. Reasonable had to ask. "Has no one adored your nipples like that, my angel?" "Never," the boy gasped out. What the heck is going on, the concerned healer thought. Has the pool of out-in-the-open boylovers expanded so much that unqualified amateurs are shortchanging even the most elegant boys? He was of two minds about that. It meant that he was clearly the go-to guy for sissyboys in need of the best loving. But, as a healer, he knew he needed to start offering classes in proper love of a sissyboy. Perhaps as a graduate class at the local university, Anyway, back to work. But first, a question. "I'm going to eat your ass now, my darling. It won't hurt, but it may seem odd if you haven't had it cannibalized before. Has anyone ever eaten your ass before fucking you?" The boy whimpered a little with mild fear. "I've read about that on nifty, but no one has ever, you know, licked me or kissed me down there. Or put his wet, probing tongue into me. But I would like you to do all that. Very much." OK then. Definitely a need for classes. But first a far greater need. Dr. Reasonable arranged the boy on his stomach. A pillow under his belly button. Legs spread slightly. And there it was. The other major pleasure center. The boy's glorious anus! Tight as a virgin's. Pink as Peter Sellers' panther. He had to kiss it. Which drew a grunt. And lick it. Which made Alex squeal. And so to the excavation. Which had Alex frantic. Wriggling. Squeaking. Moaning. And after ten ferocious minutes, cumming. That was not part of Dr. Reasonable's plan quite yet, but an extra orgasm or two is always welcome. The digital application of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant was familiar to Alex, since his rushed lovers hadn't taken the time or invested their tounguage for proper anal-sex preparation. The sweet boy was BEGGING for Dr. Reasonable to FUCK him! HARD! NOW! But Dr. Reasonable knew that proper man-sissyboy love was not to be rushed. Alex's upper-body was still face-down on the bed, but his knees raised his well-lubed and dilated bum. The tight wrinkle was so deliciously beautiful! Dr. Reasonable sighed and gave it one last kiss. He would have probably landed several more reverent kisses, but the hungry lad was wiggling his bum and moaning loudly. So the man stuck his cock into the silkiest sheath it had ever been in. Pure, erotic bliss for them both. The man drew his penis out, noting the boy's joy from the contact with his prostate. Then in. And out. For 18 magnificent minutes. During which young Alex shivered out two toe-blasting cums. On the second sweet spasms, the man succumbed to cum. Seven thick blasts of man juice. Thinking, yeah, that's how it's done, sissyboy. That's how a MAN fucks his sissyboy. When he finally withdrew his cock with a slurp, the man was assaulted with frantic boy kisses of gratitude. Alex liked it. He really liked it. Being 41, thus older than this generation of slam-bam boyfuckers, Dr. Reasonable believed in a period of "afterglow" before the next fuck. Cuddling with the boy. Telling him how beautiful he is (even if he isn't). Even asking him a question or two, such as: "It occurs to me that you may want to call someone like your mother to tell her that you're with me tonight. And shouldn't you call Mr. Antigay to break your date for tonight? Unless [horrors] you still plan to meet him later." Alex giggled sweetly. "Of course not, silly. I want to be with you all night tonight and every Friday from now on. And don't worry about the rest. I told Mr. Antigay last week that we were over. And I told Mom this morning before school that you would be giving me extra instruction until 10 a.m. tomorrow. That is, if that's OK with you, sir." The little rascal was CERTAIN that I would be his fucker-du-soir tonight, Dr. Reasonable thought. Then he just reveled in his good luck. Every Friday with everyone's dream boy!! One last thread remained. Dr. Reasonable's Catholic upbringing. He felt guilty about taking a spot in the rotation that Alex may need to ensure his financial future. Mr. Antigay was the one with the four-carat diamonds, not a school counselor. He asked Alex about that and Alex hugged him even more closely. "You're such a good man, Dr. Reasonable. Actually, two weeks from tomorrow, I'll be marrying Mr. Bigspender, a local billionaire. The contract will be for three years and I have to give him at least five orgasms a day four days a week. Which is a pretty low bar for me. The other three days a week are no-questions-asked days for both of us. Daddy will get one day, you'll get one, and the other I'll use for variety. You know -- one week the homeless shelter -- one week a piano recital." He was kidding, right? Dr. Reasonable felt for Alex's penis. Oh my! It was stiff again. It seemed more counseling was in order. Please tell me what you think at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com or bc20002015@hotmail.com.