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THE COUNSELLOR
By Bastian Ward
He walked into my office. He was tall, about 205cm, with a swimmers' body. As it turns out he used to swim, competitively which was where he got the idea for his underwear. The boy was hung, anybody could see that, and fuck I just wanted to be able to see what he has in his pants just once. He knew that everyone lusted after him because of his crotch, it was worse, he said, when he was younger and didn't understand what all the fuss was about. Sure, he knew he had a big dick, but who cared about that when you're a young teenager, it was only apparent when he became sexually active, but that was also the time he realised that everyone lusted after him. But he also realised that they were only interested in one thing. His cock, but he couldn't find a girl who could take all of it, so he couldn't thrust and pound the way he wanted too.
In his very late teens, he tried to hide his crotch a bit, but could never find a pair of jocks or boxer shorts that could compress his crotch the way that he wanted. That was when he remembered back to his swimming days and how his Speedos could not only contain his cock and balls, but they were also able to compress it somewhat so that he didn't feel so embarrassed by his crotch in public. He purposely bought them four sizes too small to reduce the bulge of his crotch in his pants, but then he was faced with the secondary problem which was that the Speedos really cut into him and outlined his crotch and arse probably a bit more than he liked. But what was a boy to do when he had such an enormous cock that everyone lusted after it, even the straight guys? His male friends always wanted to compare themselves against him.
But, he was in my office because he wasn't dealing with life so well, and he was there to see me in my official capacity as a Counsellor, and he'd been my Client for a few months, and he was getting better. But on this particular day, he'd had a crisis of conscience and really wanted to talk to me about it and couldn't wait till I was back in the office. So, I invited to my house, which I did for my Clients who could only see me outside traditional working hours, so it was no big deal for me
It's cute that he's so embarrassed having me disrobe him like this. I reach out and grab the hem of his jumper and slowly slide it up his torso, all the while keeping eye contact. Me, purposeful, piercing. Him, shy and unsure, but he held my gaze none the less. When my hands pushed his arms out far enough, he lifted his arms above his head. Well, given our size difference, I had to push his jumper over his head. When I'd removed his jumper, I didn't just drop it on the floor, not like I'd normally would have with any guy I brought back to my place. God, then we both knew we were there to fuck, and we wouldn't much care where our clothes ended up. All we wanted was to get to the flesh underneath. But. Because this was a seduction, and my very first straight guy at that, I didn't want to piss him off too much. Especially if he's half as hung as he claims. I mean who's really got a 14" cock, other than in their dreams. So, I reached over and draped his jumper over the top of my chest of drawers. I reached down to pull his t-shirt out of the top of his pants, but he reached down and grabbed both my wrists in an almost vice-like grip. "Um, I'm not really sure...about this. I think
"I'm not sure I want too..." he said as he looked down at the floor.
"That's Ok," I said, "as I said we don't have to do anything you don't want to" As I silently cursed him in my head. All I wanted to do was to get into his pants. I wanted to know if he was half as big as he said he was.
"I...I...I'm not gay," he said as he tightened his already vice-like grip on my wrists.
"Don't worry about it. Look, why don't you just sit on the side of the bed. And, and we can just talk. If you want too."
"Oh. Ok," he said as he let my wrists go, thankfully, and sat on the side of the bed. "I mean, I'm more than just a big cock!"
"I'm sure you are," I agreed somewhat reluctantly, as I sat on the floor in front of him, "so, how are the studies coming along?"
"Um, pretty good I think."
I'm beginning to wonder if this is going to be worth it, no matter how big his cock is.
"Um, I've almost finished doing my primary school studies at the moment, and I'm thinking of doing secondary as well. Hey! What're you doing?"
"I'm just taking off your shoes so that you can be a little bit more comfortable. Is that Ok?"
"Um. Yeah, I s'pose so," he said as he lifted his feet off the floor so I could take his shoes off. While I was at it I removed his socks as well, while he didn't have a chance to complain or change his mind, and he was a bit taken aback, but we kept talking, and I could see him visibly relaxing. So, we talked a bit more, about what he wanted to do when he left Uni and that sort of thing. Until the conversation moved onto girlfriends, he'd had, and inevitably we talked about the difficulty he had having sex with his girlfriends as he couldn't get his whole cock inside them, as they were always too scared that they'd get hurt too much. Before I could stop myself, I uttered one word, "pussies," I called them.
"Well...yeah, that's right."
I'd had enough. I grabbed him by his belt and pulled him up to a standing position, "Let me show you what I can do," and before he had a chance to realise what I was doing I'd undone his belt buckle and his jeans. His jeans hit his knees by the time he'd found his voice again, and I found mine. Depending who you look at it, luckily, I found mine first? And all I could think to say was, "fuck me!" Somewhat breathily.
The guy was wearing a pair of very tight Speedos, "what the fuck?" I asked as I looked up at him because in the short glance I had of his groin, the Speedos were jammed packed. There wasn't a loose bit of material anywhere, and the band of his Speedo's looked like it was trying to valiantly come make contact with his lower abdomen.
As I looked up at him, he was looking down at me very shamefaced, "What the fuck, dude?"
"I told you I was huge," he said, and thankfully, for once in my life I waited until he was ready to talk some more. "Look, Jocks can't hold me, and the head of my cock keeps falling down my leg, which is really uncomfortable. I tried boxers, even the really tight ones, and they'd work for a day or two, then my cock or balls'd fall out. I tried to go commando, but people just stared which made me feel really self-consciences."
"Yeah," I cut him off, "but why Speedos?"
"Well, when I was a kid I used to be a diver, and we had to wear really tight Speedos so that they didn't come off when we entered the water, and I thought if they worked then, then why couldn't they work now? So, I bought a couple of pairs, and they worked really well, but by then I was really self-conscious about the bulge in my pants, so I bought some a couple of sizes smaller like we did for diving practice, and they worked really well. So, I bought a whole bunch and used them for undies ever since."
"Oh," was all I could think of to say as I couldn't keep my eyes off his crotch, and I knew I just had to get in there. I reached up and undid the drawstring of his Speedos and peeled them off down over his arse until the front had to move down to keep up with the material sliding down the guy's arse. Until they were low enough for his cock and balls could fall free. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head; his cock had to be a good 14". And that was soft. I could only imagine how big it could grow too.
But, before I could get my lips anywhere near his cock or balls, he reached down and cupped them in his hands, and believe me when I tell you he did need two hands to hold them all.
While he was off balanced, I pushed him backwards on the bed, and as he was formulating his words of protest. I pushed him in the chest so that he was lying flat on his back, the movement, coupled with the shock of falling backwards, made him release his cock and balls. And before he had a chance to recover himself, I fell on his exposed cock with a vengeance. I hoovered his soft cock into my mouth, and fuck it was a bigger mouthful than I thought, but I slathered as much of it as I could before he decided to push me off. I got bolder as he hadn't tried to stop me yet. So, I let his cock fall out of my mouth and grabbed hold of it just below the mushroom head, and drove my tongue as deep into his piss slit as I could get it. I hadn't realised before, but now I could hear his low moans of pleasure as I worked his piss slit and the head of his cock. But as it became more erect, I was beginning to really doubt if I could, in fact, deep throat him or not. So, before I talked myself out of it, and before it became rock hard, I dove on his cock for all I was worth, and I don't know who was more surprised him or me. Because before I realised it I could feel my nose coming in contact with his pubic bush, and I opened my eyes just as my nose made contact with is lower abdomen. Fuck, I knew I was going to regret this for the next couple of days, but I didn't care, as it was easily the biggest cock I'd ever deep throated in my life. I pulled off his cock enough for me to grab a breath and then plunged back down on his thickening shaft.
When I decided I wanted to have a crack at his nuts, I pulled off his cock altogether, and it hit his abdomen with a very wet squelching sound. And I dived on his nuts. Fuck, his ball bag is the softest skin I have ever felt in a long time, I love it when a ball bag is all smooth skin and not all crinkly. Well, let's face it. I don't really care I just love sucking on guy's nuts, and his are huge. I didn't think I'd ever get them both in my mouth at the same time, so I contented myself with sucking them one at a time. I lifted his legs up, to expose his hole so I could drill in it for a bit, but his ball bag is so big that it completely covered his hole. I let his legs go, and thankfully he held them up there for me, while I reached out and scooped up his ball bag, balls and all until I could get at his hole. I stuck mu nose in it and inhaled the musty smell that I liked. I decided to tease myself a bit and licked and sucked his perineum for a bit before I attacked his hole. I stuck my tongue out and just lapped at his hole for a little bit, as I gradually got bolder and started to lick and suck his arsehole in earnest.
Forgetting who I was giving a head job too, I pulled out of his arse, and with his arse juices dripping down my face, grabbed him by his t-shirt I pulled him up into a sitting position and went to give him a big sloppy kiss right on the mouth. I just caught the look of revulsion as he pulled back and reached up and planting his hand in the middle of my chest, pushed against me just to make sure I got the message.
I gave him a sheepish look in return and leaning back from his hand I dove back down on his mammoth cock, that thankfully wasn't agreeing with the rest of him with his revulsion of what I was just about to do absentmindedly. I swallowed his cock down to the root and let my nose nuzzle in his pubic hair for a bit before I pulled back up off his cock until the mushroom head of his cock was filling my mouth. Before I plunged back down yet again. Suddenly, I'd decided I'd had enough, I pulled off his cock altogether and got my tube of lube out of my drawer, and applied a copious amount to his cock before putting the end of the tube just inside my arse lips and squirting a goodly amount up my arse. Then before he truly understood just what I had planned, I straddled his lap and lowered myself down gingerly until I could feel my arse lips come to rest on the mammoth mushroom shaped head of his cock. Then, before I could think of any of the million reasons why I shouldn't even try to accommodate his mammoth cock up my arse, I slowly allowed my legs to give way and forced his mammoth cock up my very un-virgin arse. And sweatin' like the bitch I am, I finally came to rest on his balls, and I don't know who was more surprised him or me. Fuck I'd never had anything so big up my arse in all my life. It felt worse than the very first time I'd had sex with someone; I was certain that if I opened my mouth too wide, he'd be able to see the mushroom head of his cock at the back of my throat. I was even finding it hard to breathe.
I waited for a bit more so that my arse could accommodate such an intrusion. Meanwhile, I continued to sweat freely, while I looked down at him from my vantage point. He meanwhile had leant back resting his upper body on his arms braced behind himself on the bed, allowing me to sink as deep as I was able onto his mammoth cock. I could see his eyes glaze over, whether that was from shock or ecstasy at this point, I couldn't tell. My arse finally relaxed as much as it was ever going too with so much cock stuffed up it, that very gingerly I drew myself up the full length of his cock. And believe me when I tell you it felt like forever before I felt the mushroom head of his cock catch just inside my arse lips, and before I had a chance to think about what I was going to do, I forced his cock back inside my arse. I gradually picked up the pace until I had his cock pistoning in and out of my arse. I have no idea how long I'd been bobbing up and down on his cock, all I know is that for the very first time in my life, my cock shot itself off, and spewed cum all over his t-shirt. Some drops even his him on his face. It wasn't too long after that I felt his cock shoot his cum deep inside my bowels. He collapsed backwards on to my bed, and I collapsed onto his chest, with my head over his shoulder and my face planted on my bed.
I don't know how long we laid like that, but at some point, I can vaguely remember him wrapping me in a bear hug and rolling us both onto our side, and as his cock was still buried deep inside my arse, he manoeuvred us until our legs were on the bed as well. With me, in his embrace, we both fell asleep.
I woke up with a yelp, as it felt like someone was trying to rip my insides out through my arsehole. I felt him lean down and nuzzle my ear, "Sorry," he whispered in my ear, "I just have to pee. Go back to sleep," and as he'd just forcefully pulled the head of his cock out of my arse, I did just that. I didn't even feel him come back to bed. I'd have felt very disappointed if I wasn't so worn out, as I'd have loved to see him walking around with that slab of meat hanging between his legs. He got back onto my bed and spooned me, and drifted back off to sleep himself. I had this weird dream of someone trying to drive a Mac truck up my arse, and before I had to tell them they would have to find somewhere else to park their truck, they reversed out again. It wasn't until I became aware of his nibbling at the back of my neck, that I woke up to the realisation that he was fuckin' my arse again. I drew my knees up to my chest to allow him better access to my hole, as I felt him picking up the pace in earnest. Until, once again my cock spewed a second load of cum all by itself, but this time it went all over my bed. And again, shortly after that I felt his cock buck and spew its load of cum up my very willing arse. And. Like last time, we both fell asleep with his cock still buried deep up my arse.
This time I woke up first to a very weird sensation, his cock was no longer rock hard, but I could still feel it deep within me. I wanted to squeeze my arse lips closed, like cutting off a huge piece of shit that refused to break free, but I had to resist the urge as I really didn't want to wake him up, and truth be told I was loving the feel of a huge soft cock up my arse. I gave a contented sigh, and wriggled back towards him, trying to work a bit more of his cock up my arse.
I must have fallen asleep again, and sometime while I was asleep, he must have rolled over and pulled his cock right out of my arse, because when I woke up I could feel my arse was empty and I had to fight an overwhelming need to cry. I couldn't have done a good job, because I felt him roll over and gather me into his arms, making shushing noises while I wept into his cum soaked t-shirt. Without me realising it, he'd begun to kiss my face, and when I looked up we locked lips, and fuck he had a long tongue, I'd almost choked on it. Very slowly we began to lick and suck each other's bodies, and as we got heavier, I could feel his cock growing back to full mast again, as he guided my head down to the tip of his cock. I licked the head of his cock and drove my tongue into his piss slit, as I could hear him gasp in pleasure, and even though my throat was battered and sore, I slowly sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. As he applied some pressure to the back of my head as he forced more of his cock down my throat, but I was a willing participant in this as I sucked his cock down my throat. Until he was raping my mouth once again, but he pulled out before he cum.
He kissed me long and deep, after pulling his cock all the way out of my mouth. He rolled me on my back, and I pulled my legs up out of the way, and while we were lip locked he slowly guided his cock towards my aching hole. I began to moan as his cock forced mastery over my sphincter and gaining entry to my hole he started to slow fuck me. Working the full length of his cock into my bruised and battered hole, but I wanted it. I craved to have the feeling of his cock up my arse again, and I tried to spread my legs wider begging him to force more of his cock up my aching arse. In this way, we made passionate love for the last time that day on my bed, and after I'd cum for the third time, without having to touch myself, and he'd cum once again up my incredibly willing arse. He collapsed on top of me, and once again we fell asleep in each other's embrace.
This time I was woken by him pulling his cock out of my arse again as he got up to go to the loo. I laid on my side waiting for him to return, and I was not disappointed. I got to see his fuckin' huge cock as it was slapped around by his thighs, and I wondered, and it won't be for the last time. However, he got something that big up my arse. I watched him get dressed, as he stuffed his glorious cock back into his Speedos and did up the drawstring. He finished getting dressed and came over to me on the bed where he kissed me passionately once more before he took his leave. I spent the next few days walking around with an incredibly sore and split hole before it healed enough for me to start looking for someone else to fuck me.
We'd met up often after that day, he told me each time that I was the only person he could fuck without trying to hold some of his cock back, and he loved me for that. Even though he's kissed me, and he keeps coming back for sex, he's not gay, or even bi for that matter, and we're certainly not lovers. No, we're just two people who have sex occasionally, and as far as I'm concerned, I'm the winner in this relationship.
If you liked my little story, then let me know Bastian