Advanced Therapy

Advanced therapy By Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com

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1. The doctor

The doctor leaned forward and was folding his hands before him upon the desk. I had been seeing him for the past six months now.

"Let me explain the progress of your therapy. I'm sure I don't have to explain to you what we have achieved boy. Well, I say boy, but you're a real teenager now, aren't you? You turned eighteen last month. You were lucky that you found me."

I nodded, I'd exposed myself quite a bit the last few months.

"Eighteen is a delightful age to be, isn't it? Old enough to be a legal, but young enough to be labelled a disordered teen. I should warn you, your body is at its peak of perfection at your age. You think you are immortal, but that will change both. You will grow older and more mature. I will help you find some peace, so that you can make the right choices in the future."

The doctor had smiled kindly as he thoughtfully rolled his fountain pen between his fingers.

"Your body, in particular, is beautiful, you are a handsome teen. I have to admit, I didn't think much of you when they first sent you in, but once your clothes came off for your physical examination, I got a pleasant surprise."

The doctor had smiled again and looked down at my crotch and said,

"It's been six months now, but I remember every detail. Your short, straight blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes looked cute on your handsome, boyish face. You radiated a boyish innocence, sure, you did and still do! You are fit and you have very good pectoral definition, quite broad shoulders, strong arms and legs, and the beginning of six pack, and sure a lot of teens will envy you for that. I like your hairless torso, it's smooth, except for the cute hairs of the little treasure trail you started growing. Boys are proud of their body hair until they have to shave."

He winked at me, "You don't have to be so tough and hairy to be a real man, you know. You wanted to show your masculine side, didn't you? During our previous sessions you regularly wore tight tank tops that showed the hair in your armpits, real men do, don't they? Oh boy, loved the way you did. You were sexy showing off. You wanted to proof me you were a man already. A masculine teen, not a boy. A masculine teen who loved to suck masculine glorious man cocks."

Oh fuck, this man had seen through me, it seemed like he knew everything. I had nodded without thinking, I had tried many times to convince the doctor that I was straight. The doctor laughed softly. I had failed and blushed when he said,

"When I finally asked you to put your underpants down, you made a little show of it, almost teasing me. Your hands moved on your back, moving down to your hips, hooking your thumbs into your waistband, and caressing your ass cheeks and thighs as you gently, slowly lowered your briefs to reveal all the treasures it was hiding. I was not really impressed, but you showed me good-looking teen dick, about six inches, maybe a little more. Smooth balls but there were some fine hairs around your dick, not particularly dense but enough to proof you are a healthy teenager. Everything normal down there, but such a confused mind. You are physically impressive, but very scared. Your problem is sex. Straight kids, don't seduce other guys, you know. You have clothed yourself in an identity that really isn't your own, but it feels very authentic, more authentic than your real identity. You know you are sexual passive and obedient. You wait for men, longs for sex with them, want to obey them. You are thrilled, but frightened of the depth of you devotion and the extent of your need for them. You, young man, are gay as a maypole. Don't argue with me, you are. Now listen, I know your limp penis is thumping about on your balls in your underwear as you think about sucking a cock. Now I am a male, attractive and like to be sucked, but a little old for your tastes probably."

I was shocked and started to say, "You are not too old, doctor, but..." The doctor smiled, "Um, interesting you say that."

I looked at him, confused. "Facts around here are loose at best. Meaning boundaries are vague. The rules are that there are no rules as long its helps to cure you. However, let's start the therapy session."

The doctor smiled at my face and said softly,

"Take a deep breath, in and slowly out, and let yourself relax. You're in control of your breathing, and you're letting yourself stay calm. Believe me, this session will be quite pleasant, so just let it happen."

I relaxed and listened to his gentle voice. I trusted him, despite his confronting words. Did he really dare me to suck his cock?

"Close your eyes and spread your legs."

I was amazed by his words but did as asked. I closed my eyes and spread my legs as wide as possible.

"Keep your eyes closed and relax. Think about a handsome young man, he is an athlete, he stands next to you and is taking hold of your little limp dick right now. He starts to play with it slowly, it's nothing much, just a gentle pull to shift your foreskin, maybe nuzzling the end with his thumb. You feel it? Your dick starts to grow, and suddenly and without much warning your balls tighten. You don't want this, but you have no choice, he is much stronger than you and has you in his power. Feel his power, and your own powerlessness to resist it him. That's what you need to give in to your gay feelings, isn't it? Little by little, your dick gets longer, thicker. Your dick starts to stand up. Now the athlete just increase the length of his stroke, and the pressure of his thumb, and look, your dick is hard and standing to attention. Let go now, relax, but you see my point. All I have to do is keep going and you'll eventually climax in your underwear."

The doctor had been absolutely right, I didn't want to be gay. I fought it, I didn't want it. With his story, the doctor exposed me again. I used to imagine being forced to have sex to ease my guilt. If someone made me do it, then I could not be blamed. So, I jacked off imagining a much stronger, taller boy, a strong athlete or a grown man, forcing my face down to his crotch, shoving his cock between my lips and making me, forcing me, to suck his dick until he exploded in my hot boy mouth. I fantasized about having no choice, about being made to submit. What I wanted was to suck the cock of guys who were handsomer, more muscular, taller, more manly than I was. I wanted to worship real men, and if that's what I wanted, didn't that make me a faggot, for real? I didn't want to be the kind of boy who jacked off thinking about sucking a man's cock. Still, as I said, if they forced me, then it would not be me doing it. It would not be my fault.

I knew, I was messed up. When I became a teenager I was always staring at grown men, at their crotches, their chests, their biceps, their faces. I had the idea that they were staring back. I was much handsomer than I thought I was, and I was muscular in a way, but I looked skinny until you got up close. I didn't have a super six pack, just moderate abs but my stomach was totally flat, firm biceps, and my pert round ass stuck out, begging to be fucked.

I recognized that I was a cock hungry slut who needed to suck and fuck as often as possible. I needed to be used as a sex toy by men, men who weren't afraid to fuck me until I could take no more. I wanted to be used as a toy by men I had never seen before, making a profit from the pleasure my lean, young body provided me.

1. The Coach

I was hanging around in the local park and the public toilets, loitering, hoping some stranger would want me to suck his throbbing dick or even better would fuck my brains out. I didn't care anymore, I wanted sex, I wanted to feel it and experience it.

This area known was as a gay cruising location. Boys like me learned quickly that there were men that would to meet us for sex, but not much happened up to now.

Now I was a bit too obvious with my loitering. It was summer and I was wearing only a tight shirt, and deliberately too small shorts, and sneakers. Under my shorts I was wearing an old pair of my tight white boy briefs. I had been lurking near the public toilets for some time hoping to give a man a blowjob or a more likely to be fucked. Being fucked was my dream, I had never been fucked even though I longed it for a long time.

I had an unbelievable urge to be fucked and denied it no longer. I longed to be controlled and put in my place. There seemed to be hardly anyone about so I stood in the shade of a nearby tree watching the entrance to the toilets, my hand resting lightly on my crotch, my mind filled with erotic daydreams of some man's cock thrusting powerfully into my still virgin ass. I stared at a man, and felt my rampant dick drool onto my briefs, and I longed for the courage to move forward, but he left without paying attention to me. I wandered on a bit through the little wooded area and saw a figure rush past on a bike, on a lower path. I followed on and then saw some guys sitting round, chatting. I didn't go too close and I decided to turn back. I walked a slightly different path back and clocked a figure sitting on a stone. It was sort of a covered area, bushes, but not really very big. I became horny, thinking this might be possible after all. I wandered a few steps and coughed, letting whoever it was know I was there. He saw me, he looked like a college student.

I found myself in a tiny clearing, now I was horny and my dick was pressing against my briefs. I lowered my shorts and briefs and took my dick out and slowly began to play with it. I heard a little movement and

turned, and there was this college guy. I kept turned away a little bit wanting to be too direct in case he wasn't what I was hoping for. But he smiled with little tug at his crotch and I knew I was lucky. I turned and showed him my teen dick, slowly stroking it as he walked the few steps over. He was unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans. The bulge of a decent man cock was showing and when he opened his jeans fully, out popped a very nice, hard cock, and nice tight balls.

I reached over and grabbed it, he smiled. This college guy's hand wrapped round my dick and he gave me a few tugs. Something suggested he wasn't maybe that up for much. It all felt a bit half-hearted. He motioned for me to turn round. I smiled broadly and turned, sticking my ass out. Maybe he was out for a fuck, that would be wonderful. I was hot and horny as hell, and pulled my shorts and briefs down fully to the ground, exposing my ass for him. He grabbed my ass cheeks and shook them, he took his hand between my legs and felt my ball sack. I spread my legs a little wider to let him. Bringing his hands up, he rubbed me between my ass cheeks letting his thumb run over my boy hole. I shivered of desire, I smiled at him. The college guy got up close behind me and slapped his rigid cock off my ass a few times. He rubbed his cock- head up and down my ass crack, brushing against my boy pussy. I was slowly stroking my own dick, gently pushing myself back and swayed my ass. Spitting in his hands he took two fingers and spread the spit directly onto my teen hole. I looked back again, smiled and swinging my ass again. I just wanted him to fuck the hell out of me! He pressed his cock-head up against his pussy hole, a little thrust or two and I was opening a bit.

However, much to my disappointment, he stopped pressing, and whispered,

"You're too young, little one, I can't fuck you."

Shit, he didn't want to fuck me! I felt humiliated and small, but dared not protest. My disappointment was huge, as he whispered,

"You are a cutie." I knew the truth, he simply wanted to feel my young body nothing more. He took hold of his cock and began to jack off more seriously and panted, "I'll give you my cum, boy."

He kicked my feet a little to get me to spread his legs wider, which I did. He was heating up and looking at my ass. "Look at you, boy. You have such a beautiful ass. You're the hottest boy in town, with the hottest ass I ever saw."

Fuck, if he wasn't going to shoot his load inside me, he would cum all over me. The college guy groaned and fired a load over my ass cheeks and made sure, my tight hole was creamed over. He wiped his hand over my ass, between my cheeks, rubbing his cum all over my skin.

He bent down and pulled his jeans up, buckled his belt. One last smile and he was gone. I got dressed as well and stood there a little lost. I realized that I wanted sex, sex with men was exciting for me. Standing there, I noticed several hot men of different ages. It seemed a I was going to go nuts if I didn't get laid soon. Sure I could beat off, especially now, but what me really interested was some hot sex with a strong and powerful guy, who would take my ass. Suddenly I heard a voice,

"Well what have we got here, you haven't moved in almost an hour!"

I spun around at the unexpected voice, almost falling in the process.

"You here for a spot of queer bashing, to prove how straight you are or maybe the other way around, you're here looking for some action yourself?"

There was a tall young man in white shirt behind me, for a second I couldn't make out any details, but I recognized him. Holy fuck, it was the Coach of the swim team at my school. I panicked fearing that he would somehow expose me for what I was. "I'm sorry, I was just leaving..."

I managed to stammer out and turned to go. "Not so fast, boy! Stay where you are."

Things were now totally screwed I thought, if he took me home to talk to my parents I was going to have a real hard time explaining my whereabouts. My heart sank and before I knew it, everything went very fast. Coach pushed me into his car and brought me to his office at school.

He just said, "Stand over there, boy!"

Coach pointed towards the far wall and stood in front of me. Our Coach was a fantasy object for every male or female at our high school. He was about 28, and an impressive man. Coach was tall and towered over the boys on the swim team. He was a slim trim fit man, not an ounce of spare fat on him, yet not overly muscled. Dark jet black hair, and his piercing dark eyes seemed to look right through you when he was talking to you. When I considered the people I knew that I wanted to suck, he was the one. When I tried and woke up early, one thing that would get me going was to fantasize about him. I would get hard, get up, jerk off and start my day.

"So why don't you tell me in your own words why you are there in the park, boy." My mouth gaped open at his words. "You want to be pampered, don't you?"

I just blinked in surprise at that and he began to approach me, "Turn and face the wall, legs apart, hands against the wall."

I turned and leaned forward, moving my feet apart, almost in tears at this point. Coach ordered, "Remove your sneakers."

Dazedly I obeyed his orders, and resumed my position, very obedient as a good boy ought to do for a man like him. I felt like a little boy, and loved it. I felt his hands on my arms as he began to pat me down, under my arms, down my torso back and front, he behaved and treated me as a searching police-officer. Coach tugged my shirt free from my shorts, but I hardly noticed, and suddenly he yanked my shorts down to my ankles. I gasped, my secret exposed, the front of my boy briefs were soaked in his pre-cum and my hard teen dick didn't escape his attention.

"Oh, so cute," I heard him say, "your little boy dick is hard and there is already a damp patch on the front of your briefs."

He was sweating and panting a bit as he said,

"Fuck boy, you look awesome like that."

Suddenly my left wrist was jerked behind my back, my right soon followed, "Keep them there, boy."

it was an order and I felt it! That sensation I loved so much, he was taking control, and I had given in to this power and I felt little and completely helpless. I felt his hard cock rubbing against the top of my clad buttocks, his chin nuzzled my neck and he sniffed deeply and his left hand held my left arm, with his other hand rubbed my stomach. He licked my neck and whispered, "You turn me on like nothing else."

A chill went over my body and he stuck his tongue in my ear. My heart was beating so fast. I was so turned on but simultaneously scared. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my crack. "That's it boy, relax."

It was unmistakable, I was in his power and he wanted to fuck me!

Knowing what he was up to, I tried to relax and to enjoy everything but jumped as his hand gripped my teen dick cock. Leaning into him, his hard cock pressed against my crack through thin fabric of my briefs. Coach spit in his hand and moved it back into my briefs and started jacking me off. I groaned, this was too much. I splattered my largest load to date in my briefs. "That's it so sexy, shoot that load for me, boy!"

I moaned loudly with no concern if I was heard or not. When my orgasm waned, I was in a daze. Coach held me tight and gave me some time to recover. Again I felt his hard dick pressing against my crack. I felt a slight tingle run through my body which actually felt good. A familiar feeling began to grow within me and I was able to feel what it was, the feeling of unimaginable lust and desire to be possessed.

I took the opportunity to grind my ass back into his already hard cock.

He took charge and I was pushed hard against a padded surface of a vaulting horse, the kind they do long jumps over. As the tops of my thighs met the leather horse, the Coach grabbed my shoulder and pulled my torso flat to the leather surface.

"Now it's my turn, boy and we'll do it my way."

My feet were kicked apart and I felt him tying my ankles to the horse legs with tie wraps and fastened my wrist with shackles to screw eyes on the legs on that end. My full torso, from my crotch to my clavicle, rested on the padded top of the vaulting horse, my head and neck hung off one end, and my ass hung off the other end. My body was now tingling with anticipation, a feeling which heightened unbearably as I felt his hand grasp my soaked briefs. The Coach ripped them from me!

My attention was the caught by the sound of zipper being teasingly slowly opened. I looked towards him as he pulled out his rapidly stiffening length. My own dick sprang fully erect and I could not help but moan aloud as he slapped my butt.

"Time for the next step, don't you think?"

I dimly heard this before something slapped against cheek, I opened my eyes to see the beautiful cock-head of his man cock trailing down to rest against my bottom lip. I flicked my tongue out to taste the clear liquid seeping from the tip. Coach moaned and pushed his incredibly hard cock forward far more purposefully, the head pushed past my lips and I began to suck on it as if it contained nectar from the gods. After a few minutes, he said,

"I'll lick your boy pussy if it's clean," and not waiting for my answer he just spread my ass cheeks, exposing my pucker to the cool air. He started to lick my asshole.

"Oh my God," I whispered and he asked, "You like that, don't you? You really are a slut, boy!" I moaned, "Oh fuck yeah, I want to be your little slut, Coach."

He laughed, "I knew that, you want me to fuck you?" I hesitated, "I don't know. I've never been fucked."

Coach slapped my butt, harder this time, "For someone who has never been fucked you have a petty stretched asshole."

I moaned, feeling sexual lightning bolts flash throughout my body. I felt trapped. I embraced his overpowering strength and willingly submitted to his manhandling. I experienced the sensation I now lived for, I was in his power. He pulled me close and whispered into my ear,

"You are mine, little faggot, in every possible way. That pitiful little thing you call a dick is mine. That puckered little virgin boy hole between your cheeks is mine. Your mouth, will be always ready to suck a man cock, is mine. Your feverish brain is mine, and I'm going to use every part of you to amuse myself."

Coach words hit me, I was confused, shaken, afraid. I didn't understand what happened to me but my teen dick was rock hard. I felt so absurdly happy that tears of gratitude fill my eyes, this is what I longed for and needed. "Do you want to be fucked by my man cock?"

"Yes, oh yes," I panted now. No more hesitation, I had to obey his wishes.

"Good boy, I'm going to fuck you so hard," He whispered and felt his body shudder in lust.

"I'm a virgin," I softly whispered. "Don't worry, boy," he whispered back. "We'll take it slow, the building is empty and nobody can disturb us."

Coach grabbed his cock and pushed his fuck rod hard against my closed ass hole. "Fuck!" I moaned loudly.

He put this hand over my mouth and slowly shoved a finger into my mouth. I sucked on the finger and moaned in sheer pleasure.

"I'm going fuck you senseless," he whispered and he pressed his muscular body against me. Coach wrapped a strong arm around my waist, and rested his cock in my moist crack to test the spasmodic twitches of my closed virgin sphincter. "Oh fuck," I whimpered in his hand, squeezing his cock between my ass cheeks. Coach could really do anything with me, I didn't care anymore!

"You're mine," he breathed softly in my ear as he removed his hand from my mouth.

"Your virgin pussy is mine. I'm going to breed you over and over again until your boy pussy is sore and your teen ass is full of my man cum."

I moaned, "Yes, oh yes, fuck me!" and closed my eyes.

"Open your eyes boy," he ordered, "I want to look in your eyes when I take your cherry."

Coach slapped my ass cheeks and opened my eyes and looked at him pleadingly. Coach lightly circled the tip of his cock around the outside of my clenched sphincter. He was teasing me, he watched my reaction, as he spread the lube broadly, preparing me, so that his cock could just glide inside me. I shivered and started to desire what he was offering me. He saw how my fear mingled with my lust.

Coach stoked his cock-head up and down against my tight sphincter, his cock dragged and snaped up and down over my slippery lubricated hole. I didn't move but his motion relaxed my ass muscles despite my fear. With ever smaller circles he teased the center of my ass hole.

I shifted my hips just enough to bring the tip of his cock-head brushing over the muscles of my sphincter. I felt his snout dip into my anal ring as he pressed lightly into my virgin opening. My tight muscles suddenly relaxed and I trust my hips towards him.

"Good boy, your virgin pussy belongs to me!"

Coach smiled broadly and moved back, teasing me, moving away from my teen hole. What maintained was just the lightest contact. I felt my tight ring loosen and gape. I felt like a spread flower bud, trying to suck the mouth of his cock-head into my virgin opening. Coach knew how to tease me. My sphincter was getting desperate to feel his cock centered on my now relaxed opening. My body twisted more impatiently to bring his cock-head into the lustful embrace of my flowering ring. My virgin ring was yearning, whoring, for his tempting cock.

Coach started slowly pressing his cock-head into my relaxed ring. Even my lust was not enough to open my virgin hole for the flaring helmet of his cock-head. He pressed it painfully past my stretching muscles and lodged the wide cock-head just inside my wet sphincter.

"Well boy, you shall be screwed, I will take you completely. You want to get fucked, great! You will get it my way!"

Coach stared into my eyes, and rammed his cock forward into my boy pussy. He popped my sphincter open and penetrated me. The shock of my sphincter muscle being forced open made me feel dizzy and weak. I felt so strange, I winced in pain again as I felt my asshole opened a bit further than I thought possible. "Oh fuck!" I howled loudly, jerking my head back, arching my back, and rolling my eyes as his man cock went deeper into my virgin teen ass. I almost fainted with the pain. It really hurt! I could only moan in pain. More pain came when he started to pull my ass open, stretching my sphincter. God how it hurt. My hard on was gone and I felt tears on my face. "Oh fuck!" I cried again. Coach said, "Good boy, tighten your sphincter for me. Your screams are my joy of taking your cherry."

My sphincter stretched, convulsed and vice gripped the cock-head inside me. Coach held me firm, not moving at all, as he devoured my cherry with his cock. I cried out again in a high pitch, as I reached my hands for his muscular biceps and squeezed them hard.

"Oh boy, you are so tight!" Coach loudly grunted but he had his hard cock firmly rooted inside me.

"Oh fuck man, you're splitting me in two!"

I howled and tears ran down my cheeks. "Relax boy, breathe slowly," he whispered into my ear. I tried to relax but his cock was too large for my tight teen hole. My ass convulsed and gripped tightly around his throbbing cock. I started to breathe and relax my tight grip on his thick man meat. Coach jabbed his cock back and forth, never leaving my ass hole.

"Oh no," I cried out as he got another inch of his cock inside.

"Push out and breathe," he ordered and slapped my ass cheeks. I was in pain but I did not want him to stop. The coach continued his assault on my tight teen hole, moving slowly back and forth. As he rammed forward, I pushed out and soon I felt he got another inch inside. After small movements back and forth, he powerfully rammed his cock forward and another two more inches went deeper.

"Oh my god," I groaned as I felt him halfway inside. The coach's cock pressed on my prostrate and the pain started to gradually dissipate replaced by small waves of pleasure that rippled through my body.

"Boy, that's your joy spot doing that."

My lust catched fire and I wanted his cock sawing against my swollen gland, no matter how much pain I felt.

"God, you got a sweet ass, boy. You're better than the best boy I've ever fucked. Oh, I'm really enjoy fucking you, boy."

Every throbbing motion vibrated through my body. I felt his enormous cock glide in and out of my gaping ass in tiny swift thrusts. Coach was now building up longer strokes leaving and filling my bottom. Holy shit, I thought I won't be able to take it, it felt he was tearing me apart, but deep inside, I knew wanted to have his cock deep inside me. I never wanted anything more in my young life than the fuck I was getting. My chest heaved with dry sobs as his cock ruthlessly thrust deeper, and deeper, and deeper inside of me, barreling into my guts. Sweat dripped from his chin onto my face. Coach pulled back slightly and rammed forward, gaining yet another inch inside. He fucked me slowly, never pulling out of my hole. He pulled back and forcefully speared his cock deep into me. I groaned even louder. Coach quickened the pace and soon began fucking me with more intensity, pulling back and vigorously ramming forward faster and faster. I continually moaned "fuck!" every time he stabbed forward into my ass. When I felt his that turgid cock lodged deep in my tightly stretched ass hole I knew I could never take his massive man cock to the root. He would rip me wide open, I would die of pain and the most extreme pleasure. Not be able to please a real man was my nightmare, my most terrifying fantasy!

Coach fucked me for a long time, until it finally happened. I surrendered, I relaxed more and my virgin rosebud blossomed open. Coach quickly rammed his cock forward and penetrated my juicy ass all the way. Coach groaned loudly as all his inches went deep inside my tight teen pussy.

"Oh boy, I'm all the way inside," he whispered, and I yelled,

"Oh my god, you're so deep in me!"

This was the most exciting sex I had ever had and never dared to imagine. A warm sexual ecstasy flowed through me as we were joined, a real man and a young teen boy. Deep inside me, my spasming sphincter completely enveloped and squeezed his entire throbbing cock. My ass spasmed and began to milk his cock impaled deep inside me. I moaned as his cock was sliding in and out of my boy pussy. Soon he began to develop a rhythm pounding into me harder and harder. He worked me over in silence, now he took his time and kept fucking me.

"Oh you little fagot, little slut, this really what you've always really wanted, isn't it? If I stop fucking you now you will beg me to rape you and keep fucking that tight boy pussy of yours."

Coach stopped, he forced me to beg and I heard myself pleading,

"Give it to me, Coach. Shove it all into me! Ram it into me. Give me all, breed me. Shove it all into me, take me. I want all of your cock inside my ass. Fuck me hard! Please, don't stop. Please, don't stop. Please!"

He did, without any restraint. Again and again he screwed me to the brink, hard and fast, long and slow, eventually he upped the tempo savagely thundering into me, grunting like an animal,

"Take it boy, proof me you are man enough to be fucked!"

All the while he was careful to never let me come once, no matter how much I started to beg and plead. The pressure on my balls was delightful agony, made more intense by the bootlace wrapped tight around my cock shaft and balls, lifting and separating my two loaded gems.

"You like me fucking your brains out?"

he growled as I was impaled on his cock. Coach quickly pulled out, immediately pounded deep into my teen pussy.

"Yes. Oh yes, fuck me hard and deep!"

I squealed feeling his cock being stuffed deep inside me once again. Coach quickly withdrew again.

"You like being my little slut?" he asked as the head of his cock throbbed at the entrance to my hole. "Oh yes, breed me!"

I loudly squealed like a little boy. Coach threw his head back, howled like a wild barbaric beast and exploded deep inside my teen ass with blast after blast of hot creamy man cum. Coach emptied his delightful man cream into me. With one sharp tug on the lace, he released my dick from its agonizing trap and my teen cum sprayed across the floor. I wailed in ecstasy as the most incredible orgasm swept through me, I was swept up to a completely new level. I came for what seemed an eternity. I was released from the leather horse and Coach took me in his strong arms and hugged me and asked,

"You are happy?" I nodded, "Yes, I'm happy."

I was thrilled by the idea I was his little faggot and felt an increasing need to submit and wanted to be fucked again. So I smiled and pressed my body into his huge frame. He whispered in his ear,

"Think twice before cruising me again. But by the looks of it you fucking loved it, so ask me when you want do it again, little faggot."

Coach slapped my ass and grabbed my shoulders and kicked out of his office.

I walked home and smiled happily when I felt his cum leaking into my briefs. I managed to get caught on three other occasions since then, and I was so freaked out by my desires, I lost all vigilance. I got caught sucking a man in restrooms by a park ranger, and he brought me in and informed my parents. They were upset and sent me to this shrink to cure me. It was a new therapy for confused gay teens. It was very controversial, but they told me the results were amazing. This new therapy required the teen to have complete willingness to change and I would receive therapy on a one-on-one basis. I had been seeing the doctor for several months now and, fuck it, nothing was changing. My desires to suck and being fucked were the same or stronger.

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