GAY COUNSELOR V
That old familiar feeling of pressure deep behind my 'nads began to build and I knew I was going to cum soon but her sucking now felt so heavenly I couldn't bear the thought of her stopping. The pressure built, and built, closer to climax....finally, right on the edge, I said, "I'm almost there..." She replaced her mouth with her hand and slowly, gently stroked me. Rather like petting a cat. "Oh, God, I'm right on the edge.... Right on...o, o, o, oh, ohhh, O, OOOOHHHHHH, O, O, O, ohhhhhh.....whew! Worst damn blowjob I've ever had."
When we'd stopped laughing she said, "I wish you'd be able to teach me how to squirt like that.", she said.
I told her it wouldn't be at all ladylike to do so, but I'd like to see how her clitoris performs when she had an orgasm. "So, tomorrow let's get together for dinner. There's a great Italian place you'd love and you can show me afterwards."
"I'd like that but I've got a business trip that will keep me away all through the weekend. But I'm free Monday."
New client Thursday. His name was Tom and he was a brute, well over six feet and maybe 240 pounds. I asked him where he ha played football and he said, "Ohio State, tackle." His predicament was that he had a little cock. "I mean little. I've been razzed and humiliated all my life. My nickname the team locker room was Tiny Tom. Awful. Here I am, gay and horribly horny and no outlet." On further questioning he told me the only gay sex he had ever experienced was jacking off with a neighbor boy in grade school. "Not exactly jacking off, we were too little to squirt." I had him take his clothes off, he stood in front of me and said, "Believe it or not, I'm erect." I measured his boner and it was five and a half inches and unlike his build, it was slim. His balls were in tune with his physique, very big.
I told him I had good news and bad news and he wanted the bad news first. "That's as big as it's going to get so don't waste your money on all the ads for herbal remedies to enlarge it." Rueful smile, he said he'd tried a few. "But the good news is that it is average size, just not equivalent to your stature. And if you would lose thirty pounds, the fat that shrouds it would disappear and it would stick out twice as far. Further good news is that you would be sought after as a fuckbuddy because the vast majority of good feeing for the fuckee is in the opening of his rectum, his asshole, and your size would be a further asset because you wouldn't inflict pain the way a big dick could. And sucking your cock would be a joy because it is just a mouthful and any bigger would be sheer waste. And finally, I'd like to suck it and see what kind of a load those monster balls of yours produces."
"Oh sure, you're just saying that to make me feel good," he said. I took off my pants and my happy dick was hard as stone.
I asked him if my cock spoke louder than words and ear to ear grinning he said, "Loud and clear. Could I maybe suck it afterwards?"
"What do you think it's saying now?", I said, and got on my knees. "Pay attention to what I'm doing, because I'll want you to do the same thing." I did a short course, doing most of the things I like best, but ran through the tricks briefly because if he reacted to his first blowjob the way I did years ago, he would reach orgasm very quickly. "Now, let me know when you're about to squirt because I really want to watch you cum." He told me soon after and I just sucked the tip of his dickie until the first spurt tickled my tongue and I pulled my head back quickly. As usual, the first shot was mostly precum and I savored it while he continued to squirt his jizz. And did he squirt! I drop a good size load but he easily doubled it. There was cum flying every which way as his little organ danced. "Wow! I know testicular size has nothing to do with semen volume, but you must have a prostate as big as a tomato!" I got a rag from the closet, sopped up his goo and said, "OK, my turn now."
Maybe he had never had a cock in his mouth before, but he sucked like a pro. I expected clumsy, bare teeth etc. But Tom was a natural and I was enjoying his ministrations no end when my cell phone went off. I pulled it out of my pants pocket and it was Billie calling. Needless to say, I had no intention of answering it at that moment but I put it on the desk for attention later. Maybe it was the distraction but I lasted longer than usual before I started the climb toward my orgasmic peak. When I was almost ready to cum I warned him, but he kept on sucking and I kept on climbing. Closer, closer, "Oh, yeah, I'm gonna cum pretty quick. I'm gonna...........CUM!" And the jizz raced through my cock and into his mouth. He stopped sucking when I started to squirt but his swallowing my spunk was more than enough stimulation to empty my tank. When I came back to earth I thanked him for a masterful job and told him I wanted him back when he had lost thirty pounds because I wanted his cock up my butt. And I wanted him sooner rather than later.
"So how am I going to lose thirty pounds?", he said.
"At least an hour of exercise per day and the Sharpton diet." He wanted to know what that was and I told him the principle was to abhor anything white: no flour, sugar, bread, potatoes, pasta, etc. Except cauliflower." He made a face. "So lots of low fat meat like chicken and fish, lots of salad and veggies and fresh fruit in moderation."
He left a happier man than when he came through the door and I picked up my cell phone the minute he was gone. I was worried that Billie was in trouble because she had never called before unless to make an appointment. But she said she just missed me, wanted to hear my voice and could hardly wait to get back to town. Minutes seemed like hours until she did. She drove up the driveway and I met her on the doorstep and took her in a bear hug. I told her no more two month trips and I kissed her as she laughed. We just stood there and kissed for a long time and when I let her go she said, "It seemed that long for me too." We were naked in bed three minutes later. She wanted to do a double suck so we got in the 69 position.
I told her I really wanted to see her clitoris having an orgasm and she said she wanted to see my geyser again too so we agreed to let one another know when our climaxes were imminent. Her precum tasted like honey and she produced a lot. We went gently, lovingly, both enjoying the contact and in no hurry to end it. She was fondling my 'nads and had a lovely soft touch. She was the first to announce her climax was approaching so I replaced my mouth with my finger and just tickled the underside of her glans. "Oh, wow. That feels so good but make me cum. I'm just teetering there, almost there." So I lightened and slowed my finger. "You rat.", she whined, "I can't stand it. I need to cum so bad. Let me.....ohhh, Oh, oh I'm.. CUMMING!" The first squirt was a thin stream that went about six inches and a half dozen of the same followed. Then she dribbled a couple more and her cock was silent. "Oh my, that was so nice, and I've waited so long. But look at your poor penis dripping all that love juice I'll kiss it and make it well."
It was the original French kiss with a very active tongue. God knows I've been blown scores of times and many more expertly but I'd been waiting for this one a long time and I never, ever enjoyed one more. It was so exciting I almost came without warning. All of a sudden I was about to unload and she only has a moment to react to my warning. As an orgasm it was third rate, sort of like a premature ejaculation, but as an emotional experience it was fantastic. She barely got her lips off my organ before it leapt and began to spurt. The first jet hit her forehead and hair before she could get out of the way, and she watched with open mouthed fascination as my cock danced and squirted. We both said "Wow!" at the same time and both broke up laughing. "I'm sorry I got your hair all gooey. Now you're going to need to wash your hair and that means you can't go home with wet hair so I guess you'll have to spend the night here."
So she did, and for the next month she spent most of her nights with me. I finally suggested that she give up her little studio apartment and move in with me. Even better, she could take on counseling the lesbian and transsexual women because she would relate better to their concerns than I. She took my suggestion and life was good.
About two weeks after she moved in, Tom returned. Slimmer and pleased with himself. "You were right on with your Sharpton diet. You ought to publish it. I'm going to stay on it except for potatoes and I feel a lot better with the exercise so I'll keep up with that too."
I had him get naked and whistled. "Man, you look five years younger. Let me suck you a little and measure that cock. Ah ha! Six inches. There was more hiding under that fat than I guessed. That's a perfectly satisfactory boner. Who cares what it looks like soft. I want that up my pooper." He donned a rubber, greased it up and on my hands and knees he slid it in. He fucked me hard and fast, it felt terrific and I told him so. The sensation of a boner throbbing and unloading in my rectum was a lovely feeling and I told him that too. He was thankful for my advice, he felt like a man now and not a freak. In payment he offered to suck my now rigid tool and of course I succumbed to his wishes.
He slipped a finger into my greased rosebud and fingerfucked me while he sucked. He wanted to watch me shoot and I warned him when I was about to cum: "Pretty soon, oh yeah, I'm almost.... close now..o, o, oh, oh, OH. OOOOHHH, GOD!" When his finger felt my wildly engorged prostate swell and harden he pulled back and my cock spewed jizz all over his face and chest. "Lordy, what a wonderful way to end the day.", I said.
He left a happy man and I felt good that my advice paid off so well for him. I went to the bedroom and Billie was packing a suitcase. Puzzled, I asked her where she was going.
"Back to my apartment.", she said. "I can't handle the thought of you having sex with somebody else, let alone listening to it. I know you'll say it's an integral part of your counseling, so I guess it's good bye."
"Look, I'll quit the counseling. Hell, I'll quit breathing if you'll stay. I make a perfectly good living with my software business. And besides, I love you like I have never loved before."
Four years later I had added two assistants to my business, she was now a half owner of her home decorating business, we had been married almost a year and were raising a gorgeous little adopted Chinese girl. Still very much in love.
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