GAY SEX COUNSELOR I
The closest Don ever got to any kind of a health services degree was two tours as a medic in the army. His present job was as a designer of software for an IT company. Nonetheless he served a valuable role in the community in that the other counsellors, social workers, ministers, doctors, psychologists, psychiatrists etc were largely ignorant of gay sexual practices and therefore uncomfortable delivering advice on that subject. Don, on the other hand was knowledgeable, skilled at transmitting that information and was receiving a steady trickle of referrals.
His patient today, Bill, was a healthy looking 42 year old with a problem of diminished ejaculatory volume. When asked how often he had a climax he said, "Maybe once a week. I try to hold off as long as I can to save it up for a M2M occasion."
"It is a counterintuitive fact that the more often you ejaculate, within reason, the more semen you produce. That probably goes back to our animal ancestry and when the female in the herd was in heat, the more times she was impregnated, the more the herd increased in size. Of course a low testosterone level or prostate disorders can be the cause too." Bill replied that his testosterone level was normal so Don asked him to take off his pants so he could check his prostate. Don put on a rubber glove, lubricated his index finger and inserted it in Bill's rectum. Bill immediately popped a woody. "My what a lovely penis" Don said. " And your prostate feels perfectly normal. The other determinate of ejaculatory volume is the intensity and duration of the sexual stimulus. What is your favorite sex act."
Bill: "Hmm, I guess being sucked off." So Don explained that he planned to do just that, and that he needed to be informed when ejaculation was imminent so he could collect and weigh the semen.
"But if we're looking for intensity and duration why don't I suck you first?", Bill said.
I hadn't gotten off in a few days and it was an easy choice, so I got naked and he knelt in front of my chair. "Wow, you stick straight up. Doesn't that get uncomfortable when you have pants on and get hard?" Bill said.
"Maybe a little bit, but when I'm boned up it feels so good a little discomfort is easy to handle." I said.
I've had my cock sucked many a time but this guy was good, very good and not in a great hurry to get me off. Probably because he was in no hurry to quit. One hand was fondling my 'nads but when he pulled the skin of my cock back toward them it made me supersensitive. I warned him I was about there but he didn't take his mouth off me, he just slowed his sucking. It felt so good to be close. So good.... I was teetering on the edge, my prostate felt like a potato it was so full, then BLAM! I came hard and the relief was awesome. Over and over I squirted, moaning the whole time, and he swallowed my whole load.
Bill's cock, a handsome eight incher with an oversized head, was dripping precum and he stood up in front of my chair. It was bouncing a little with every heartbeat. Mesmerizing. "Your jizz was mighty tasty." He said, and looking at his weeping woody he said, "It seems to have worked, the intensity thing. But you'd better take it easy because I'm red hot." The previously weighed collection jar was at my elbow as I began to lick the precum from his throbbing cock. It was ambrosia as always. I put my finger back in his butt and gently massaged his prostate. When I began to suck, he began to whine: "Oh, God that feels good, oh yeah, wahooof, so good." Etc, on and on, and that was pretty exciting too. In only a couple of minutes his breathing picked up, the muscles on his legs started to twitch and when I felt his prostate begin to swell I replaced my mouth with the collection jar, and none too quickly. His dick lept up, the first squirt splashed into the glass and then his organ gently spilled into the jar. When it quit I stripped his penis, retrieved a few more drops and weighed it.
"Seven grams, a bit on the low side but respectable. Now, I want you to ejaculate every day including the morning of the seventh day and I want you back for a follow up semen check on the eighth day."
The next referral was a young man, Jed, looked about twenty, whose problem was rectal. He was gay, eager to be the recipient of rectal sex, but even small peckers didn't fit in his rosebud. "And it hurts to try, but I really want to be fucked." I told him I would need to check his pooper, so he dropped trou, I gloved and lubed a finger and his bunghole was very tight on my finger. "That's about as much as I can tolerate." He said, and I withdrew my finger.
I asked him if he had any previous medical problems with his butt and he told me that he had hemorrhoid surgery eight years previously. "I thought so. I believe the problem is that you have scar tissue in your anus and it does not relax like an asshole should." I went to my supply closet and withdrew a package containing a series of six size graduated rectal trainer plugs. "You notice, the smallest is even smaller than my finger. "I want you to insert the smallest plug and keep it in for fifteen minutes twice a day. When that's not uncomfortable, go to the next larger size. And repeat, keeping it in for fifteen minutes twice a day. When you can handle the fifth size OK, I want you back for a check. No hurry, it could take weeks to get that scar tissue stretched."
A few days later Clifford, not Cliff, arrived. He looked to be around the late forties in age. Fifty dollar haircut, a beautifully tailored dark blue pinstriped suit and manicured fingernails. "You are a lawyer, right?" I said.
"Amazing, how did you figure that out?" He said.
"Just a lucky guess. How can I help you?"
"Getting right to the point, I'm a deep in the closet homosexual and I have a problem with my penis. To be exact, for the past few years it has not been hard enough for rectal sex. I can get an erection orally but when I try to insert it, it just bends, but I can't get it in. My doctor has checked everything, testosterone level, etc. and can't find anything wrong."
I asked him to show me and he carefully hung up his mclothes. He had a remarkably long narrow gauge dong. I asked if I could suck it to check the problem, he agreed, I did and was soon looking at an erect cock, thin, pointy head and about nine inches long. When I tried to bend it, it was indeed not hard enough to use for rectal sex. I asked if he had tried a cock ring and he said no, he had seen the advertisements for them but did not think they were for real. I told him many were, some just for adornment, but the right one, the right size might well do the job and asked if he wanted to try one. He agreed, I went to the supply closet and brought back a package of elastic rings in various sizes and colors. I tried a few on, found the proper size and his cock got hard as a rock. I asked him if he wanted to try it on me and he eagerly agreed.
I shucked my clothes and I was already hard. He admired my cock and wanted me on my back with my knees pulled up. I gave him a condom, he rolled it on and lubed up. His skinny tool slipped in easily and he entered me balls to the wall. It was probably the longest cock I had ever experienced and it felt great. He started a slow in and out and said, "Hey, your reputation is well earned. I haven't been able to do this in years and you have a loving rectum. And your penis is starting to seep Cowper's fluid so you must be enjoying it too." After a couple of minutes I tightened my sphincter and soon after he rammed his tool all the way in and I felt it throb. He pulled out and I was happy to see the condom was still on even though it only covered about three quarters of the length of his softening cock. "Terrific, just terrific, you've solved the problem. What do I owe you?"
"Well, I figure you charge in the neighborhood of four hundred bucks an hour so that will be four hundred you owe. But on the other hand my dick is demanding relief and if you suck it dry and I like it, I'll reduce my charge to fifty bucks even."
TO BE CONTINUED