The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Author's note: Update. Tumblr cancelled my account, so I guess I won't be using that anymore to advise of updates. I'll stick with Twitter to announce new chapters (until that's not a thing.) Watch for smoke signals if all else fails.

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Chapter 196

A few days later, I received a text from a number I didn't recognize, but he quickly identified himself as Jalen. `Blake's friend from diving', as if I wouldn't remember a six-foot-four boy with a ten incher. If I'm being true to myself here, I guess I'm technically remembering a ten-incher attached to a six-foot-four boy. He said Blake had given him my number, and asked if he could come over to talk to me. I replied in the positive (that's shrink speak for yes), and arranged a time to meet him. Now, I don't know how it is with everyone, but when a hot boy asks if he can talk to you, you go take a shower, shave everything, and slip a small bottle of lube into your pocket, just in case.

Jalen arrived a few minutes early and I invited him in. I like punctual people. Arrive five minutes late and there's a good chance I've moved on to something else. Arrive naked, and well...you are granted some leeway.

"Hey Jalen. This is a nice surprise," I said welcoming him. "You want something to drink?"

"Sure. Whatever you have is fine."

I listed off several choices and, like most boys his age, he chose pop. "What brings you to see me?"

"I was hoping I could talk in private. Blake said you're a psychologist and that anything thing we talk about is just between us. Is that true?"

"It is. I'm not allowed to tell anyone. Not for any reason. I'd lose my licence," I assured him.

"Not even Blake, even though he's the one who suggested I come over?" He asked to be sure.

"Especially not Blake," I grinned. "He'd have it up on social media as I was telling him. The only time I can say anything is if you are a threat to yourself, or others that cannot otherwise defend themselves."

"No, it's nothing like that. Is there a place we can talk?"

"Sure. Come to the office. It's private and no one will bother us there."

I took him across to the office, and had him sit on the couch while I pulled a chair up. I really need some of those glasses you rest on the end of your nose, and a notepad on a clipboard. It'll make me look more mature and wisely. Once we were comfortable, I started the conversation.

"Will this be private enough for you?" I asked to make sure he was okay.

"Yeah. It's great," he said looking around the room

"What brings you over, Jalen?"

"Am I supposed to lie down, or how does this work?"

"You can sit as you are, or lie down. Whatever makes you more comfortable," I replied.

"I'll sit. I think that'd feel more normal."

With that major life choice out of the way, we could begin. "So, what's up?"

"Do I just blurt it out or ease into it? Not sure what I'm supposed to do."

I smiled. "That's up to you. Blurt it out or take your time. Again, whatever makes you the most comfortable." If he were a paying customer by the hour, we'd take our time. Since he's just Blake's friend, let's get this over with. 16-year-old boy problems are solved by either suggesting they just go flog it two or three times, take a poop, or eat.

"I think fast is better. Okay, here goes. Ummm, but before I do, promise you won't tell Blake or get mad at me for asking this stuff? It's kinda personal."

"I promise. This job isn't about me judging you, and personal is the majority of what is discussed."

"Okay, but part of it involves Blake, so if you'd rather not discuss it, I'd understand," he revealed.

God, what doesn't nowadays? "I'm fine with it. For now, we'll forget the fact he's my son, and won't let it affect the way I respond to you."

"When I was over here, I saw how you and Blake were when you hung out together, and how open he was about everything. I always thought he was just kind one of those guys that lived two lives. One at school to try and be someone cool, and another type at home. He's kinda the same both places."

"I hoped he'd be less `Blake' at school," I joked. "Is that how you are? One person at school and another at home?"

"A little bit, I think. I'm more comfortable at home as I can relax easier there. I don't always have to worry about what people are thinking or saying about me. I always wanted to be as confident as Blake, but its difficult when people pick on me all the time."

"And how do you feel about that?" You have to ask that question at least once in a session, so they know you're a real therapist. I was hoping I could come up with my own catch phrase, like how each captain in Star Trek has their own. Make it so.' Let's Fly.' `Hit it.' For now, I'm sticking with the textbook question, or what about, how do your motor neurones adjust your physicality when you ruminate over the situation? I'm a work in progress.

"I don't like it. Especially when girls giggle while they're staring at me. It's like I'm a big joke to everyone. That's one thing I need help with, but not the main thing. I see how Blake is and he doesn't get embarrassed about anything. I mean when I was here, you guys were more comfortable naked than I am when I hang out fully clothed with my friends."

"I don't think you should let that be the marker for your own life. You frequently become a product of your environment, and Blake lives with a house full of guys, and mainly gay guys at that. Some of those attitudes may have rubbed off on him over time, so he's likely not the best person to compare yourself to. How about when you're ready, you just tell me what's on your mind and we'll go from there?"

"Okay, but I just want this to stay between us okay, as I don't want people to think it bothers me," he reiterated.

"You have my absolute promise that it stays here. Even if you're over hanging out with Blake, there will be never be any indication of anything we discuss. You are free to tell anyone anything, but I may only do so with your permission. That's how this works."

"Cool. Thanks. So, Blake is leaving school to go film his show for a while, but you probably know that part already," he said nervously. "He asked me to look after Sienna, and make sure she was okay while he was gone."

"That's nice. I'm guessing he sees you as a good friend then," I nodded slowly as if really concentrating on what he was saying. I was mostly thinking of what type of cheese would make the best grilled cheese sandwich, but I'm still listening.

"Ummm, it's more than that though, and I guess I better just say it before I chicken out. He wants me to also take over what he calls his boyfriend duties with her so she doesn't `seal back up'."

"Seal back up?" I laughed. "He's kidding right. I'm assuming he's talking about her vagina?"

"I'm assuming that too. Do you think he's actually serious or just pranking me?"

"No, I'd say he's serious. If he and Sienna were monogamous, I'd be a little suspicious, but the fact they regularly hook up with others, I'd say it sounds legit."

"Oh. I had a feeling that was what the answer would be," he said quietly. "Ummm, I'm not sure how much I can tell you about what he suggested, as I don't want to get him into trouble if he's doing something you wouldn't approve of."

I smiled at him. "Half the things Blake does, we probably wouldn't approve of, but one thing about Blake is he always tells us what he's doing, or not doing, whether we want to know or not. For example, I'm aware that Blake has lunchtime `quickies' under the bleachers with Sienna. I'm also aware that it also includes others joining in at times. Was he specific in what he asked you to do to look after Sienna."

"Yeah. It's sort of embarrassing though," he replied.

"Embarrassing to talk about, or embarrassing to think about doing?"

"Both kinda. So maybe I should back up a bit and tell you other stuff first so you can know more about me," he reasoned.

"I'd like that." I wonder if I should get a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate to settle in for the story. I hope it's gonna start with once upon a time.

"Okay, so you can see I'm pretty tall for my age, right?"

"I can see that," I nodded with a small smile.

"Even as a kid I was taller than everyone, so I got used to it, but then puberty hit, and I really got tall. Other kids really started to pick on me. Even worse, when I had to change for gym or anything, I got people calling me out for being skinny, and then for my private parts."

"They said something about you while undressed?" I asked. I mean I knew what he was talking about thanks to `breaking news Blake', but it was important I didn't push his narrative just yet.

"Yeah. I didn't know it when I just started puberty, but now I know that my penis is bigger than most guys, so they're always wanting to make comments about it."

"Don't most guys see a larger penis as a good thing?" I asked casually.

"I think so, but mine is like way bigger," he admitted.

"For clarification, are we talking visually big when flaccid, or have they seen it erect?"

He blushed and looked down at the floor. "It's bigger both ways, but they don't see my boner when I change, just the regular way."

"I'd say if there's that much of a visual difference between yourself and the other boys, it's likely that they're trying to justify their own penises by picking on yours. Are boys just hanging out naked in the locker room looking at each other's penises?"

Jalen laughed, easing some of the tension that was building. "No, mostly it's just glances, and sometimes when we have to shower, it's a bit more obvious. I think some of it started from the guys on the swim team. Speedos don't exactly hide much, and then we shower afterward. I guess some of them said something and that's how others found out."

"You mentioned that being tall didn't bother you until puberty hit and you really began to grow. Did that affect your decision to be on the diving team?"

"At first, no. I was always aware I was taller than other guys my age, but once I got into a speedo and started getting comments, I became a lot more self-conscious about it. I keep trying to minimize how much I walk around in just the small swim suit."

"Does those comments come from the team?"

"No, not at all. They tell me to ignore it as people always comment on our bodies when we're wearing so little."

"Are they right?"

"Sure, every guy gets comments, but some like Blake get comments about how hot they are. I get comments about how tall and skinny I am, and how much of a bulge I have. Some of the guys said to just ignore the idiots, and to shut people up I should whip out my dick. I'm not doing that though. The dick thing, I mean."

"Probably a good idea," I said with a little grin.

"Blake says being tall is a good thing. He said maybe I could bulk up a bit to make it look less obvious when we're just in our speedos at the pool."

"Do you think he's right?"

He nodded. "I think so, yeah. If I had more muscle, I think being tall wouldn't look as out of place."

"Is that something you're working on, or just thinking about?"

"No, I'm actually working on it. I mean I do diving, swimming, and running, and I've just started weight lifting."

"Seems like you're addressing your own issues just fine. Jalen, do any of these comments come from your friends?"

"Some, sure, but mostly that's just in fun. Like it feels like they're supporting me, not picking on me. I think it helps that the team has age ranges from 12 to 18, so everyone is feeling some sort of insecurity about themselves. It's comments from people I don't really know that really gets to me the most."

"In the big picture, does it really matter what people you don't know think about you?"

"Probably not, but I can't help hearing it, and then it gets in my head and it starts to affect how I act. Like I pay more attention to those things now, and feel out of place a lot. Even the coaches said I might be a little too tall to be an exceptional diver."

"Did they suggest you shouldn't dive?"

"No, not at all. They both said as long as I'm enjoying it, and continue to try and get better, that's all that mattered. I guess they just wanted to let me know why I might have limitations as things get more technical." Asher is helping me with swimming as he said my height and slenderness could be a real advantage there."

"Is swimming something you're interested in?"

"It's okay, but I way prefer diving."

"The good news is that once you're out of school and dealing only with adults, there will plenty of guys your height as well as ones 5'6". It's all a matter of patience at this point."

"We're teenagers. I don't think most of us have patience," he added.

"That's true. First, from what I've seen you're not that skinny," I assured him. He was, but not like skeleton skinny. Just a little less than average. He'd likely grow into himself once the rest of his body caught up. "You're lean and very toned, and that's a good thing. Also, from what I've seen, you're fit. You run, dive, are athletic and do weights. All those things will develop your body properly."

"I know you said not to compare myself to Blake, but I look at how he is compared to me and he has like the perfect build for a guy."

"That's always subjective," I assured him. "I'm sure he brags about himself, but that's part of his persona. Trust me, he's got insecurities just like everyone else."

"He does? Like what? He sure doesn't act like he does," he asked sounding shocked.

"You'd have to ask him about those. I couldn't reveal that to you."

"Oh, right the therapy thing," he nodded. "Sometimes. I feel like if I were regular height, friendships would be more normal."

"You realize that their problem with how you look is their problem, not yours, right? If you have any friends that make you feel uncomfortable about yourself, tell them how you feel. If they won't change, get better friends."

"I know that's probably true, but I like the people I hang out with."

"You and Blake seem like you get along well. Does he pick on you?"

"Not really. Blake is more the opposite. He likes to brag about me to others. He doesn't pick on me, but he does draw a lot of attention. Sometimes that makes me feel even more insecure. I also kinda wish he wouldn't brag about my penis. He does it about himself all the time, but when he tells someone about me, I really want to be anywhere but there."

"Have you asked him to stop?"

"No. I mean he doesn't do it to insult me. I think he genuinely believes it's a compliment and that he's being supportive in some way. He even told me that's why he wants me to look after Sienna for him."

"Maybe discuss how you feel and let him know what you're comfortable with, and what you'd prefer to just keep between the two of you."

He nodded. "I can do that." Like I said before, I'm okay when the team is running around in the locker room. Even then, I try to get out of there fast as the guys usually start messing around by snapping towels or trying to bag you, or other guy stuff like that. I feel that I usually get more than my share of that attention, so I leave before it starts. It was the same when I was over here last time. I may have looked okay around you guys, but I was freaking out inside."

"Freaking out in what way?" I inquired to keep him talking. That's the whole therapist thing, you just guide the conversation until they tell you their life story, their mother's maiden name, the street they grew up on, favorite pet, and their favorite sequences of numbers. You can use that information later...

"When you guys were so comfortable just being naked. I knew I couldn't do that, and because I know Blake like I do, I was sure he'd try to get me out of my shorts and then brag about my penis."

"If I'm being honest, I'm surprised he didn't," I admitted. "Blake's confidence may end him in a fully body cast if he does that to the wrong person, so again, don't use him as a measure of acceptable behaviour."

"That's the next thing I wanted to talk about. This is one that I really don't know how to deal with, and I sure can't talk to my parents about, but it relates to my first problem of Blake asking me to look after Sienna."

"Do you have a good relationship with your parents?" I asked.

"Yeah. They are easy to talk to about most things. Like my height and weight thing, they've always tried to help where they could, but super personal, like sex stuff, no way I'm talking to them about that."

"Well, that's what I'm here for. To listen and offer advice where possible," I reiterated.

"Maybe I should lie down for this," he said as he spun around and stretched out on the couch. Good thing it was a full-size couch as he took up all of it. "Okay, so this is kind of about girls. I've had girlfriends before, sort of. I mean I went out with girls, but I think I just figured out that they mostly didn't want to go out with me as much as they just wanted to see my penis."

"Was it you that initiated the date, or the girl?" I asked.

"Most times it was the girl. I think I'm way to shy to ask any girl I like. What if they said no? I'd be crushed."

"What if they said yes?" I rebutted. "If you don't ask, it's always a no?"

He grinned. "Oh, I know this one. We just learned it in science class. This is that Schrodinger's cat thing, right?"

"Exactly," I nodded. Inside I was quickly scrambling to figure out how that hypothetical experiment applied here, while simultaneously trying to get over the fact I don't really like cats, and couldn't care less if one was in a box or not.

"If I don't approach a girl, I neither have a yes or a no. It's not until I do ask that I get the true result. Nice!"

"Exactly," I said again. Damn this therapy stuff is easy. They basically do it themselves. I had to quickly say something smart though so that I'd keep it going. "Would it be bad to know the result, instead of tormenting yourself with a hypothetical?"

"Sure. If I really liked the girl and wanted to date her, and she rejected me because I'm a freak, I'd be mortified, and even less confident. Easier to assume she MIGHT like me, than to be even more insecure about asking the next girl."

Swing and a miss. I thought to myself. "Okay, what if you ask and she says yes?"

"Then it'd be just as bad."

"How so?"

"Because she'd be like all the other girls. We'd go on some date, or maybe a few dates, and when it came time for something like sex, she'd see my penis and dump me. Again, I'd be devasted."

"These are all assumptions though. Maybe that one girl you like who likes you back, would be willing to learn things together. Whether it's how to deal with the height difference, or how to figure out intimate situations."

"Not really assumptions when it's already happened a few times."

"How many situations have you been in where a girl has seen your penis and rejected you?" I asked bluntly. Girls have no idea when they see a good thing. 10 inches is the holy grail of penises. Any girl stupid enough to turn that down, before really experiencing it, doesn't know what they're truly missing.

"Three," he said just looking at me, almost looking dejected.

"So, let me make sure I understand your situation. You have had three girls ask to date you, who you got to know well enough that you could undress together?"

He nodded, giving a quiet "yeah" in reply.

"What happened with the girls that saw you...if you're okay to tell me about it."

"Not much. The first girl played with it and checked it out up close. She kept commenting that she had no idea penises were that big, as the ones she'd seen in pictures and movies were nothing like mine."

"Guess you showed her," I smiled. "Where did it go from there?"

"She kept playing with it until I accidentally came everywhere. It was the first time anyone played with my penis, so I wasn't sure what to do and by the time I could warn her, it was too late. I think it grossed her out as she got away from me pretty fast after that."

"Did she make any comments to you?"

"At school she said she had fun on our date, but that we probably shouldn't see each other anymore. I figured me cumming all over the place probably scared her."

"Did you ask her?"

"No," he said shaking his head. "I was too embarrassed to bring it up. But she must have told some of her friends because one of them was the next to ask me out. I went on three dates with her before she invited me onto her bed. She tried to put my penis in her vagina, but it wouldn't fit. The part she did get in, she said hurt so we stopped, and she just looked at it for a while before we got dressed."

"And did you keep dating?"

"No. She said she liked me but that we obviously couldn't have sex. I was kinda really hurt by that as I figured it meant that no girl would be able to take my penis. Which means I'd never be able to have kids when I'm older."

"Do you want kids?"

"I think so. When I'm older though. Not now, of course."

"Of course. Just curious, when that last girl tried to put you into her, were you wearing a condom?"

"Sort of. They don't really go all the way down my penis, but I figure as long as the head is covered where the sperm comes out, I'm good."

"Before you leave, remind me to give you some extra-large condoms. You'll find they're much more comfortable for larger penises."

"I didn't know they came in different sizes. Oh god! Does that mean when you go to a store to buy them, they have extra large written on them? That'd be so embarrassing."

"They do, but it's only embarrassing at your age. Even buying regular condoms at your age is traumatic for most boys. Trust me, strolling up to the register with a box of extra large is like a billboard to others that you're well hung, and ready to prove it."

He laughed. "Not sure that's how it works, but it sounds good."

"You've told me about two girls, how'd the third date go?"

"The last girl might have been okay, but she was so rough with my dick that I was the one in pain. She had long nails that kept digging into me and she pulled my balls so much, I think I actually checked to make sure they were still attached when I got home. My friends all said to stay away from chicks like that as they were ball busting pecker shredders, and maybe men haters jealous of our penises."

I had no words. He could be right, or she could have just been a kinky nympho and he'd missed out on some wild sex. "Do you see those dates as failures or successes?"

"Totally failures," he said quickly as he sat back. "Proves I'm a freak."

"Does it though? How many of your other friends have had three dates that ended up with them being naked with a girl? Or how many of them have even had different girls to date?"

He sat back up and stared at me. "None. Maybe Rob. He's pretty popular, and he says he's shredded some pussy before. Sorry...am I allowed to say that?"

"Say anything you want in any manner you want. This wouldn't be a very good therapy session if you couldn't be yourself."

"Cool. All of us think he's bullshitting as there's no proof that he's gotten laid, but I'm not even sure how he'd prove it unless she came up and told us herself."

"I'll leave that to you guys to ascertain. But comparing their results to yours, it appears that you might not be as insecure as you're making yourself out to be. Obviously girls like you, or they wouldn't want to go out with you."

"I dunno. Some were for things like school dances or to go to a movie. I figure they maybe asked me as they'd stand out more, and get noticed if they hung out with a guy who was taller than everyone else around. Girls are all about the `likes' they can get. Being with me gets them attention."

"That sounds like you're being overly hard on yourself. If you could change anything, what would you change?" I'm sure I knew the answer, but you have to get them to talk about the ideal before you can move them to reality. Or something like that. I had a plan, and so far I think we're doing okay with our talk.

"I'd like to be five inches shorter and have penis no bigger than say how big Blake is. I'd also like more muscle definition. I think more girls would like me that way."

"Interesting," I said in a reflection moment. This is where I need a pair of those glasses. I could take them off and chew on the end of the leg as I thought. That always make you look like a professional. Too bad you can't smoke a pipe indoors anymore. That might really throw my maturity level into high gear in the eyes of my clients. "I'm thinking that if the girls that asked you out only wanted to see your body, they could just show up when you're diving. There's not a lot left to the imagination when boys are in speedos."

"Great, so it's my penis they want to see. I'm literally just a piece of meat."

I chuckled slightly, even though I probably shouldn't have. "You do realize that if you asked a hundred boys how they felt about a girl wanting to see their penis, 90 of them would be excited about it, and want to know which girls."

"What about the other 10?" He asked.

"Those would be the gay ones, and would rather boys wanted to see him."

Jalen smiled. "I guess that'd be true huh? Is it true that Blake likes both boys or girls equally?"

"Since I heard him talk to you about it, I'm not revealing any confidences by acknowledging that he does. He has the sort of mindset that says if you're comfortable enough to have sex together, you'd be comfortable enough to be friends."

"That's so backward from most people," Jalen reasoned. "Do you think that's why he wants me to look after Sienna while he's away? He said she might like sex with me since they do it all the time. Shit, I didn't mean to say that. Just ignore that last part," he said suddenly panicking.

"You can relax. Like I've said, nothing about Blake is a secret. I'm not only aware of Blake and Sienna having sex, I've actually walked in on them doing it. I think the pool boy was the most surprised though, as all three were out on the deck together."

Jalen laughed hard. "I know I should be shocked, but somehow, I'm not. Were you okay with it? Did he get busted?"

"Sex is a normal thing, Jalen. I'd never give Blake shit for doing it. Of course, he sometimes needs advice on where might be appropriate, as some public places could get him arrested."

Jalen nodded. "I can see that. Especially from some of the stories he's told me. But this Sienna offer he made sort of has my brain all scrambled."

"Why is that? Sounds like it would solve your problem of having your first real sex."

"Well yeah, except that since Blake is bisexual, or whatever that word is he says about himself..."

"Omnisexual," I supplied.

"...yeah, that. They have some rules about me getting together with Sienna. I'm not sure if I can tell you what they are, but they're sort of the reason I'm so conflicted. Blake said Sienna would show me all the things I need to know to prepare a girl for a big penis like mine."

"Sounds like just what you need. I think I know what has you conflicted, and I can promise you don't need to hesitate explaining it to me. Should I take a stab at what's challenging you?"

"Okay, sure," he nodded.

It's not like I haven't heard this a few dozen times already. "Blake said you could have sex with Sienna, and she'd show you about picking up a girl. They may have even suggested they know a girl that might want to date you. All of which made you excited, until they dropped the conditions. How am I doing so far?"

"Yeah, exactly," he nodded, and I could see him relax a little.

"But then Blake said that Sienna had rules about who could have sex with her. It was probably something along the lines of if you wanted sex with her, you had to have sex with Blake as well. Maybe words to the effect of whatever you do with Sienna, you have to do with Blake?"

"Yeah, exactly. Blake was more blunt than that when he said it, but that was basically the idea. If I wanted to fuc...uhhh...have intercourse with Sienna, I had to have it with Blake too."

"First, you can say fuck. That's allowed," I grinned. "I'm guessing that the idea of having sex with a boy never entered your thoughts before that offer?"

"Never. Well, I mean I've probably thought about what it'd be like for two boys having sex together, and I'm not against them doing it, I just never thought one of the guys as me. I'm just desperate to have sex with a girl that can do it properly. I know what you're gonna say. Probably the same as other adults. That's it's best to wait for a girl to mature enough. I'm 16. I've been ready for sex for more than two years, and look at Blake, he's almost two years younger and gets laid at least once a week."

I couldn't help but grin. "At least," I nodded.

"See, he's probably doing it more, isn't he? I guess since he likes boys too, maybe he does it twice as often."

"Maybe," I admitted. All Jalen has to do is ask Blake how often and he'll get the play by play. Probably some pie chart showing ratings and frequency. That chart is just girls though...'pie' chart. Get it? Wonder what sort of chart you put boys on? Bar chart? Because that's where they pick people up.

"This leads us to right now, I'm guessing," I said looking at him as he continued to stare up at the ceiling. "If you were adamantly against the idea, you'd have told Blake, and you both would have moved on to something else. If you'd accepted the idea, you'd already be arranging details of how it would go. So, is the conflict about having sex with Blake; being with Sienna in front of your friend and possible being judged; or having your first sexual experience be a three-way?"

"God, he'd judge me having sex? I wasn't worried about that one, but now I am. So, all three. Yeah," he said quickly.

"Sorry. I was just exploring options. I can promise that Blake would never judge anyone having their first sex. He's taught lots of boys how to do it, and has been plenty of girl's firsts. He's not insensitive like that, so you can cross that off the list."

Jalen pulled out his imaginary list. "First, put it on the list as something I never thought of, then cross it off," he said as he went through the air motions. The kid has a sense of humour at least.

"Possibly. Have you and Blake done anything physical together? Again, if you're not comfortable answering anything, feel free to just tell me that."

"No, I'm okay. If you're asking if we've had sex, then no, we haven't. I guess it's okay to say that the most that ever happened is he felt my penis when I got hard."

"Did it go any further than that?"

"No, he asked if he could jerk me off and watch me cum, but I didn't think that was a good idea."

"What made it not a good idea?" I asked trying to pull information out of him, instead of feeding him ideas instead.

"Well for one we were in the locker room showers. Anyone could have busted in on us and we'd be toast."

I laughed gently. "I'm pretty sure Blake lives to get caught having sex. He figures the other person will get horny and be the next one he can hook up with."

"I can see that," Jalen nodded. "I was also sort of panicked a bit as I wasn't expecting him to just reach out and take hold of it."

"Understandable. Let's get back to your original situation and break it down a little. You explained what Blake and Sienna offered and that you're conflicted about doing it. Which part of the whole scenario is giving you the most concern?"

"I'm not sure. I think about it a lot, and part of me is excited at the thought of the offer. Another part is freaked out. Then I'm worried about what people would say if they thought I was moving in on Blake's girlfriend while he was away. Pretty much all of it is both good and bad, at the same time," he said as he turned to lie down again, showing how serious he must feel about this.

"Let's take it one step at a time. "Would you be comfortable just having sex with Sienna?"

"I have no idea. If she was just some random girl asking? I think I'd be excited about it at least."

"Have you and Sienna seen each other without clothes? Maybe skinny dipping or anything?" I asked as I continued my probing. Psychology probing, not the other type. This is a professional therapy session, weirdos.

"No. Just me and Blake."

"I guess I should have asked, did the suggestion to look after Sienna while he was away, come from just Blake, or Sienna as well?"

"Blake said Sienna was into the idea, but I only heard it from him."

"Is there any concern on your part that she might not want to connect with you?" I said treading carefully. I wanted to just ask blunt questions, but that's not how psychology is suppose to work.

"Kinda. But not like she won't want sex. Just that she won't want sex with me, especially having Blake as her boyfriend. I mean if I were a girl and had a choice between me or Blake, I'd choose Blake for sure."

"Again, I think you're being too hard on yourself. If I were the girl and had a choice for a relationship, I'd choose you over Blake."

"No you wouldn't," he laughed. "Why?"

"Blake isn't the type to commit to a one-on-one long-term relationship. Sure, he'd be fun at parties and he'd liven up truth or dare, but as a boyfriend, he'd be terrible. You'd be the much better partner."

"Yeah, but if Sienna saw both of us standing side by side naked, Blake would win every time. I mean look how many people he hooks up with."

I grinned. "Being a slut doesn't define looks," I assured him. "Are you worried that Sienna would see you naked and no longer be interested?"

"Kinda. I mean assuming I could do what they wanted, what if I Sienna saw me naked and changed her mind. I don't think I'd recover from that."

"Why?"

"Why? Because from what Blake says, she pretty much has sex with anyone, just like he does. It'd be top tier ultimate rejection based on my looks."

"Or it'd just be that you're not her type. Trust me lots of people aren't each other's types. I'm sure there are girls in your school that you'd turn down if they asked to go out with you, right?"

He gave a nervous laugh, releasing a bit of pent-up stress. "Sure."

"Same thing. Would it make it easier if you maybe suggested the three of you hang out together first. Maybe go skinny dipping and see if you feel any interest in their offer. Who knows, maybe it'd be you rejecting them."

"That seems like good advice. I could do that," he said staring up at the ceiling as he listened.

"Do you have any interest in having sex with Blake as part of the deal to look after his girlfriend?"

"I mean it's not like the thought never crossed my mind, especially since he talks about how great sex is all the time, and that he'd be cool helping me out if I ever asked. Then I think about how difficult it is to get girls, and sure, the thought has been there briefly."

I didn't point out to him that he didn't exactly appear to be having difficulty getting girls, considering he'd been with three already. Not just been out with them, actually gotten them to the point of getting out of their clothes. "Let's ask more direct questions. When you've thought about that, did it excite you to the point where you had an erection that you took care of?"

He turned his head to look at me. "You mean when I thought about Blake, or about Sienna?"

"Both, but let's start with Blake. Did briefly thinking about sex with him give you an erection that you needed to masturbate away?"

"I've had an erection thinking about Blake naked, yes, but not masturbated to the idea of sex with him, no. But honestly, I get an erection when I see a Subway sandwich sometimes too."

I laughed. "Fair enough. What about Sienna?"

"Okay, that's different. She's a girl who I know is sexual. I haven't seen her naked, but yeah, I've totally had fantasies about her."

"Do you see yourself with her when you're fantasizing?"

"Sure. Sometimes. Most times, if I'm being honest."

"In those thoughts, do you see Blake and Sienna doing it while you're off to the side watching?"

"Wow, it's like you can read my mind or something. Yeah, I've done that. In my head I mean."

"And what happens? Do you go and join in, or just watch?"

"I just watch. Normally, they look over and see me, then grin. Blake does something like adjust their position so I can see better, and they both stare while showing off. I usually wake up around that point before I have an accident."

"Ever wake up a little late?" I asked, knowingly.

"Yeah. A few times. I mean I'm not always thinking about just them. Sometimes it's others. The worst is when they catch me watching while jerking off, and then laugh at me. Those I wake up like it was a nightmare."

"That tells me two things. One that you're definitely sexual and looking forward to it. The other that your opinion of yourself is affecting your dream ability to give yourself permission to go join in. Once you can accept what you see as flaws in yourself, you'll find that your dreams will change to where they don't laugh at you, or keep you at a distance, but instead, invite you to be part of it."

"Would I have sex with both of them, or just Sienna?" He asked logically.

"Only you will know that. It depends on where the fantasy takes you in your head. It could be any combination of results, and may vary over several dreams as you experiment in your head."

"Does that mean I'd think about doing Blake too?"

"Your mind will let your dream go to whatever you're curious about. I once had a dream where I did two girls while paparazzi recorded it, and it ended up on the front page of every magazine in the country. I woke up in a sweat over that one. Doesn't mean I'm ever going to hook up with two girls at once. It just means my brain acted out that fantasy in my head. I did like how my ass looked in the magazines though," I teased.

He chuckled. "That would probably scare me awake too. Not seeing your ass, I mean. I meant being caught having sex and having it in a magazine."

"I dunno. I think that'd sell a lot of magazines, if I'm being honest. How about we try something and see if you're comfortable with it. If not, just say so and we'll stop."

"Sure."

"Good. Come over to the mirror," I said directly. He got off the couch and walked over to the full-length mirror with me. "Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror?"

"Just when I'm brushing my hair or my teeth, or checking for zits."

"What about in front of a full mirror, like this one?"

"Not really. Maybe if I'm buying clothes, and want to see how they look on me, but not to just stare at myself. I'd probably only end up depressed."

"Take a look and tell me what you see?" I said looking at his reflection.

"A guy who barely fits in the mirror," he said without much emotion.

I moved him back a step so he was more clearly visible. "And now?"

"Just me. A tall skinny guy."

"Focus on one area at a time. Look at just your face and describe what you see to me."

"Blond hair, eyes, nose, mouth, lips, ears. The usual."

"That's the inventory complete. Now give me details. If you were trying to describe your face to a blind person."

"Couldn't I just let the blind person touch my face?" He reasoned as he stared back at the mirror. "Or I could quietly run away and they'd never know I wasn't there."

I almost laughed. "Let's go with a blind person who is missing their arms."

"This is oddly specific," he smiled. "Okay. Ummm...light brown hair, almost acorn colour, I guess. Parted on the right side. It goes down past my ears, and stops just before my collar at the back. My eyebrows are a slightly darker brown than my hair, and not super bushy or anything, but not slim like a girls'. My eyes are a medium blue colour. I think my nose is like a button nose, maybe just a little bigger. Not pointy, or like a ski slope or anything, more rounded. My ears are regular size and they have a dangly bit underneath. Not like some ears that attach to your head at the bottom. Lips are, I dunno, just lips. Like not thick or thin, just regular. I have pretty good teeth. Nice and white, and super straight. I get lots of compliments on them," he said baring his teeth so we could both see them. He wasn't kidding. He could be a toothpaste model with those choppers. They were the type that would get a sparkling starburst and a ding when he smiled.

"My jaw is sort of partially square, and I have a couple small dimples when I smile. Those are super embarrassing when people notice as I think it makes me look like a little kid. I also have a little dimple on my chin. Not like a pronounced bum chin thing, just a small dent. I guess that's the best way to explain it."

"Sounds like a good face to me," I nodded as I smiled at him through the mirror. "Should we keep going?"

"Like explain more about my face?"

"How about you take your shirt off next?"

He didn't hesitate and pulled it off over his head. "I think I get what we're doing. You're gonna make me talk about each part of my body to try and make me see myself better, am I right?"

"Now who's being the therapist?" I smiled. "The idea is to have you really look at yourself. See what you think of you, and not what others think of you. Describe your torso to me."

"I'm skinny, like a 28-inch waist with maybe four abs showing, although I'm working on them. You can see some of my ribs at the side, and my chest is pretty flat with no real pecs yet, but again, I'm working on it. My nipples are bigger than most, I think, and they are really noticeable. They're sort of pointy, not like concave in my chest or anything like that."

They were just about the size of a quarter. Non-North Americans are just gonna have to visualize it the best they can. Its roughly 24 millimetres, or just short of one inch. That's a lot of detail for nipples, but they were also pretty perky, meaning he was either cold or horny. "Okay keep going."

"My arms are really long and also skinny. I have some muscles, but I think I'd look better if they were double in size."

"Do your arms hang lower on your body than other guys?" I asked as we both looked at him in the mirror.

He glanced at where mine ended and then looked at himself. "No, they stop at the same place. I think because my torso is so long, it makes my arms longer too."

"I'm guessing if you had the same length arms as someone five foot ten, that would really look unusual."

"I guess so, huh? He said glancing at my arms again. "I have super long fingers too, which everyone jokes means I have a long penis."

"Not really a joke if it's true," I smiled.

"Is that true though? The longer the fingers, the bigger the penis?"

"I wish it was. It'd save a lot of surprises. It's just a myth. That and feet. Shall we keep going with the self inspection, and remove the pants next? Are you still okay with this?"

"I'm still okay," Jalen nodded as he casually removed his shoes & socks, followed by his pants. He looked at himself again.

"Describe your legs to me," I said as we both looked at his reflection again. I avoided turning my head to look at him directly, as my eyes would have shot to his form fitting boxers. He would have noticed that instantly. Instead, I tried to stare only at his eyes through the mirror.

"My legs look really long and thin, almost too long and out of proportion. My ankles are skinny too."

"Anything good about them?"

"I have good thigh muscles, probably from running and my calves are pretty good. They're not super hairy. I mean I have some hair on my lower legs, which looks good, but not like a gorilla or anything. Mostly light hair, not dark. I think I could use more muscle to bulk them up a bit more."

"What about your feet? What size are they?"

"13. Also freakishly big."

"Not so much. Lots of guys have bigger feet, and 13 isn't out of range for a guy. Now freakish would be size 6 on a tall guy. You'd be forever falling over. Do you do exercises for your legs?"

"Running and riding my bike mostly. I don't have a leg press or anything. I like the one you have downstairs, so I took a picture of it, and I'm gonna see if I can save up for one, or convince my Dad that me and Keegan would benefit from having one."

"Good. How do you feel standing here with me as we talk about your body?"

"It's a bit strange. I've had people comment on my body before. Like anything from the coach giving me workout tips, to the guys talking as they notice something they think it's fun to point out. But I've never stood and talked about my own body before."

"The fastest way to get over being embarrassed is to be comfortable with yourself, and no better way to do that than to really look at yourself. Yes, you're tall, and you don't believe it now, but once you're out of school and around adults, you'll find that it'll be an asset, not a liability."

"I hope so."

"You spend a lot of time in a speedo, so I'm a little surprised you're not more comfortable having your body on display."

"I think when I'm in the pool, I focus on diving and not really that I'm almost naked, but once in a while, I get little panic attacks and wrap a towel around myself to cover up more."

"Does that panic come from being around the team?"

"No. Usually if there's an audience watching us. I'm okay if I don't look at them, but once in a while I'll look over and think everyone is staring at me and making fun of the tall freaky guy."

"Is it always just in your head, or has anyone ever yelled insults at you?"

"No, it's always in my head. I know it's stupid, but it's just how I see myself. Probably because I literally tower over all my friends."

"For now, but in a very short while, they'll get their own growth spurts and the gap will narrow. You may always be taller than most, but since there's nothing you can do about it, just own it with confidence. Are you comfortable enough to remove the last piece of clothing for us to continue with this self evaluation?"

He turned to look at me. "You mean get naked?"

"Only if you're okay to do so. You mentioned that you're fine in front of your team, but not so good with it in a general setting, so I don't want to push you. If you prefer, you could go home and do the self evaluation in private. Of course, with your current mindset of pointing out the negative things, it's less effective than having someone to help you find the positives."

"Makes sense. I guess I can keep going," he said taking a deep breath.

"Once we complete your self review, then I'll tell you what I see, and perhaps we can work out a plan to help you after that."

"Are you gonna be honest with me, and not just say things you think will make me feel better?"

"We wouldn't be able to have a very productive session if you didn't trust me to be honest," I assured him. "If there's something I can offer to help with, then that's my job."

"This is gonna be the toughest part, as I've never really stood naked in front of anyone to be inspected before."

"What about a doctor?"

"Normally they're just tapping your knees or listening to your chest. When they make you lie down and remove your underwear, I just stare at the ceiling thinking of the grossest things I can to make sure I don't get hard or anything. I know for sure I'd have a major heart attack right there on the table."

"Has the doctor ever commented on the size of your penis in its flaccid state?"

"No. He just says I'm healthy and doing fine."

"That's doctor speak for `damn son, now that's a cock your daddy can be proud of'," I teased.

"Yeah, now I'm never going to the doctor again," he chuckled nervously as he put one hand inside his underwear to cup his package while using the other hand to slip the shorts off. He kicked them aside and stood looking at himself. Naked with a hand over himself for modesty.

"It might be difficult to describe what you see when you have a hand covering yourself," I said, trying to stay calm and supportive. I could clearly see how nervous he was, but after a momentary pause and a couple of deep breaths, he moved his hand.

I couldn't help myself at that point. "Damn son, now that's a cock your daddy can be proud of!"

He laughed nervously as he looked at me through the reflection. "Shut up."

I mean talk about a good solid piece of boy meat. He was easily six inches soft and the girth was considerably more than mine when hard. Even his balls were 25% bigger, and because they were tight up against his body in a nice round pouch, they forced his penis to stand out even more. My first thought was that Blake was right. How the hell do you get all that in a speedo? Seems like you have to break some physics laws for that to be a possibility. I felt my knees trying to buckle so that I'd drop down in front of him. Fortunately, my reasoning center started screaming louder than my horny center and told me I was taking way to long to say something to the naked boy in the mirror.

"How do you feel about being fully undressed like this?" I asked trying to stop my right hand from reaching over to take a feel of that impressive appendage. I see why Blake did it now. First, he's 14 with no self control, and second, why wouldn't you risk some sort of reaction to take a feel of that?

"I'm not sure. I'm a bit nervous. I keep thinking someone might bust in and see me."

"The door is locked, so it's just us. Alright, so forgetting that this is usually a private body part, pretend you have that same blind person with you, and describe what you see in the mirror."

"Do they still have no hands, because if they reach out to feel it like they would my face, there's gonna be a lot more to describe," he said making another nervous joke.

"Now that's funny. See, that's the kind of comment you make around others when they try to say negative things. Like `I'd let you all see it, but the first three rows are gonna need to move back, and I must warn you that you'd be in the splash zone if I get too excited.'"

He grinned. "NOW I see where Blake gets it. Those are exactly the type of lines he uses when he needs to."

"He has lot of practice being confident and listening to how we all react to situations. He's a bit of a sponge. If we'd only known that before we found him spying on us during sex. Maybe we could have avoided wildly confident and horny Blake. Okay back to you. Describe what you're seeing in the mirror...to me, the blind person."

"Now what do I see? A tall skinny guy with an overly large penis," he said staring at himself. "To describe it to the blind person with no hands, I'd say imagine a third leg, that expands when it wants to embarrass you at the exact wrong moment in time.

"Forget the image you've beat into your own head for a moment, and really look at it. You've seen other boy's penises before, right?"

"Sure. Not that I really look though," he said being quickly defensive like all straight boys. "But you can't help but notice."

"True. Does yours have any gnarly veins all over it, or is the skin nice and smooth?"

"Nice and smooth," he replied.

"And is the head of it deformed or a weird shape?"

"No. I think it's normal."

"It is. A perfect mushroom shape normal. Lift it up out the way and look at your balls."

He moved his penis aside and kept staring at himself. "Big, I guess."

"But still the usual shape, round?"

He smirked. "Yeah. I shave them for swimming, so I think that's different than most guys, right? I've let some hair grow back so I don't look like a little kid though. I just make sure the line is below my speedo.

"A lot of guys trim or shave now, so that's pretty common as well," I assured him.

"When you get an erection, does your penis have some major curve to it, or does it stick straight out?" That was more a question for me to put on my Jalen contact details.

"Straight out. It doesn't bend at all. Like it sticks up maybe at 45 degrees, but the penis itself is straight. That's kind of a problem too though when it's in my pants and I get erect. Almost snaps off."

"Says every guy with a penis," I joked. "Seems pretty normal to me. Perfect shape with all the right parts, just larger than most."

"Yeah, and that's what make me a freak when people see the bulge. Some guys even say I'm already hard, even though I'm not. It just shows more than most, I guess."

"Let's go back to feet for a minute as we take a slight detour. Do you think you'd look better or worse if your feet were half the size they were now?"

"Worse," he said with a bit of a grin as he looked down.

"So now imagine your penis two thirds the size it is now. Would that be about the same size as other boys in the change room?"

"Yeah, probably."

"And would that look good on you, being that you're so much taller?"

"No. I guess not."

"Exactly. Like the size of your feet or hands. The bigger you are, it's only natural that your other body parts grow in proportion. Imagine how weird it'd be if they didn't. Some eight-year-old with an adult penis and size 14 feet is gonna look pretty goofy."

"I'll say. Might take everyone's attention off me though," he reasoned with a bit of a smirk.

"True. You know with guys who call you out on things, sometimes the easiest is to face it head on."

"I never have the right responses ready, so I usually just try to get away from it."

"It does take practice to know how to respond, but it all starts with confidence. The one thing about a bully, whether they just do it as verbal teasing, or are physically attacking, they do it because of some sense of insecurity about themselves. They try to put others down, to make themselves look better, or perhaps just to feel relevant and noticed. If you take that away from them, it also removes their power over you."

"No one really attacks me physically," he said assuring me, "it's mostly just comments from people that are around."

"Maybe you're hanging out with the wrong people.

"You mean other teenagers?" He replied half joking as we kept looking at him through the reflection in the mirror.

"Would you now like me to tell you what I see when I look at you?"

He shrugged. "I guess, sure. But honestly, not some usual parent shit that tells me I'm great."

"I'll always be honest. Let's start with your face. I like the shape of it and the strong jaw line. That medium length hair is really a good style for you. Shorter and you'd look skinnier, and longer would make you look taller, so this is almost the ideal style for your frame. Being tall is very good on a man. One thing I notice on a lot of tall guys, and you do it as well, is that you stoop a little to try and stand out less. Don't. Stand straight and be confident. Others around you will feel that energy. I put my hand on his chest and back and had him take a deep breath as I stood him taller.

When it comes to your chest, yes, you're a bit on the skinny side, but that's more to do with the quick growth spurt you had. I would suggest some protein powder, and then a regular work out routine to build the pecs and arms. It won't take long as you have a high metabolism at your age. Adding that muscle to tone you up will be enhanced by being tall. Your measurements will become more proportionate. Don't go for the bulky body builder look, just toned. Many boys your age are working on losing baby fat as they work out. You lost it by growing tall, and now just need to put some muscles back on."

"I like being active, but just hanging out a gym is sort of boring. I prefer the sports as a way to work out."

"Nothing wrong with that, but focused training will put the toning and muscles where you need it. Take your friends along and workout together. That'll make it less boring, and help you with confidence in the process. Like you said, you do running, so that's why your legs are as good as they are. Speaking of that. You do have long legs, but perfect for your body. Thighs are strong," I said as I thumped them a little and took a feel. "Your ankles are bit thin, but again, leg presses should thicken those up in no time, or just keep running. I know you don't really get to see your own ass, but if I were to give you a comment on that, I'd say it's like your chest. It just needs a bit of toning to fill it out a little."

"Do I want that?" he asked staring at me.

"You do to some degree. You'll appreciate a bit more muscle on the glutes. Ideally for that, you could just do squats."

"Is my ass really flat or something?"

"Not completely flat, but is does need a bit more shape to it, which won't take long at all. Your abs are really good. Being slender and an athlete, you can see each ab formed perfectly," I said as I put my hand on them to let him watch me outline them. "This is something you want to maintain. As is this V shape that goes from your waist down to your crotch." I ran my fingers down them to point each one out.

"Like it's a giant arrow pointing to my oversize penis," he said still showing some of that negativity.

I laughed. "Which is a good thing. You'll learn that as you get older. You do have a very large penis in a flaccid state, and since you're almost naked a lot at the pool, you can do a couple things to make it look slightly smaller, if that's what you want."

"I do. The worst is stuffing it into my speedo. The bulge is a little too obvious."

"There's a way to maybe help that too. First, leave the pubes to grow a little. That'll give a bit of a break between where your stomach ends and the crotch begins. I know you can't have untrimmed pubes because of the speedo, but let a small patch grow. Enough to just create that break. Normally I tell boys to shave smooth to look bigger, but in your case, I'll suggest the opposite."

"Does that work?" He asked looking at himself in the mirror.

"It obviously doesn't change the physical size of anything, just the illusion of size. What you can change to some degree is the size of your balls when you need to put them into the swim suit. How often do you masturbate?"

"Uhhh...I dunno," he stammered.

"Yeah, let's save those answers for your mom, but contrary to what she might say, you don't get hairy palms or go blind. You should be doing it regularly to stay healthy."

"How often?" He asked.

"They recommend you do it at least once every couple days. Something about releasing sperm helps keep your prostate healthy. Personally, at your age you could do it twice a day, and you'd probably still want to do it more. But twice is probably about average. If you're having regular sex, then no need for the masturbation. The idea is to cum and empty the balls, which, back to your problem, means the balls will be slightly smaller. Then you can push your penis down between your legs and the bulge size drops considerably."

"Cool. Does that really work?"

"I guess the first time you try it, you'll know. Just a word of caution. Make sure you drain everything properly before pulling on your clothes or you get crusty shorts. Do you have privacy at home?"

"Yeah, I have my own room and then the bathroom," he revealed. "Although I share with my younger brother."

"Does he walk in on you?"

"He used to. I think he did it to actually catch me in the act while I was showering, but I took care of that."

"Not to get off topic, but how?"

"Keegan's only 12, almost 13, and already showing a penis that might be overly big as well. I made sure to barge in on him when I knew he was masturbating, and asked how he liked it. He hasn't barged in since."

"I laughed. Good thing you didn't do that around here. You'd have had a shower buddy. Are you mostly taking care of your erections in the shower or bedroom?"

"Shower most of the time. Is that the best place?"

I gave a small laugh. "No such thing as the best place, as you'll find out eventually. Each time you do it someplace different, it's a slightly different thrill. Most guys find it embarrassing to have people think of them masturbating."

"I would for sure," Jalen agreed.

"Never let anyone make you feel bad for a very natural body function. Guys at school tease each other, but they're all doing it too, so I'd own it if they try to tease you."

"Nope. Wouldn't do that. I'd just ignore them," he said quickly as he continued to stand naked beside me.

"Just one last physical question, and then we should let you get dressed before I ask to see the rest of your cock, and feel inadequate next to you. Do you use one hand or two when you masturbate?" Not really a self examination question, I was just curious.

"Umm, both. In the shower it's mostly one hand, but in my bed, I use two. Not sure why. Is there a right way to do it?"

"Nope. You just try different things and you find what you enjoy more. Do you use lotion or lube, or just do it dry?"

"Again, depends on where I am, obviously. In the shower I use the water, and in bed nothing."

"Try lube once and see how you like that. I think you'll find it much more interesting," I suggested, then quickly moved on. "Okay jump back into your clothes unless you'd like to stay naked. Either is fine by me."

"I'm okay in private. It's around other people is where I have the problem standing around without clothes," he said as he put his clothes back on, and we returned to the couch.

"Let's look at that. On a scale of 1 to 10, where one is I'm going to die, and ten is absolutely no problem, how comfortable were you being naked around me just now?"

"Mmmm...I think because I saw you and Blake swimming before, I think I'd say a four. Sort of comfortable, but maybe nervous of being judged."

"Fair answer. What about around Blake on the scale of 1 to 10?"

"I'd say he'd be a seven. It'd probably be higher as I'm really okay around him without clothes. I just worry that he's gonna do something like get me hard so he can show it off. Ever since he held my penis, I keep thinking he'll try it again, only want to go further. So, I think that's why he's at seven."

"Do you have a full-length mirror like this in your room?" I asked.

"No. I just use the bathroom mirror."

"I recommend you get a full-size mirror and look at yourself each day, like we just did. Once a month, track your measurements. Eventually, you'll see movement, and that'll encourage you to do more. The more you look at yourself, the more accepting you'll become. Whenever possible, stay naked to get used to seeing yourself. When you have friends over, go shirtless more than normal, or hangout in shorts or underwear. The more you do things to put yourself out there, the easier it becomes to see it as normal, which boosts confidence."

"I could probably do that. I've been trying to be shirtless more, but then I hear a skinny comment and I have to put my shirt back on."

It takes time to gain that confidence."

"I just wish I could be as confident as Blake. He takes undresses in the locker room and has zero issues walking around naked or hanging out talking to the guys in the shower. He's not even concerned if he gets an erection. If someone says something, he just stands there in full view and tells them to take a good look."

I laughed. "I'm almost willing to bet the more he does that, the less people make comments, am I right?"

"Yeah," he said thoughtfully. "That's actually true."

"There's a lesson to be learned from that," I said to him. "Take your situation for example. If people are pointing out things about you that make you feel uncomfortable, face them head on. Much like the example you just mentioned about Blake."

"How would I do that?"

"One example is when you're in the change room, follow Blake's lead. Leave the speedo at your locker and walk to the showers naked. If they made comments, I'd mostly ignore them, or I'd say something like `now you know why I need a bigger speedo than you.' What does Blake do?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. He just ignores it and keeps doing whatever he's doing."

I am curious about one thing though, Jalen. When you guys do your shaving parties, I understood that some of the guys get erections during it. Is that true, or was that more of Blake just embellishing, or wishful thinking?"

"Some guys do get erections, but when it starts to happen, they kinda jump in the shower to use cold water to wash away the shaving cream. Most guys cover themselves with a hand as much as they can."

"That makes more sense. The way Blake explains it, everyone is running around with full erections the entire time. I imagine the entire team in a boy sword fight."

He shook his head. "Once in a while a couple guys might. Usually it's Blake and Houston though. Those guys try to cock slap each other all the time. Most of us just get out their way."

"Do you ever join in with the crazy antics?"

No. I usually just sit down out of the way and stay quiet. Last thing I'd need is them all turning their attention on me and trying to get me hard."

"That might work for the shaving setting, but one thing I've learned is that by staying quiet and not saying anything at all, it somehow fuels a bully's enjoyment."

"I'm not super good at coming up with responses to things. I usually get embarrassed by what they say, and by the time I recover, it's too late for a meaningful comeback. I wish I could come up with things as fast as Blake."

"Like anything, it takes time and practice. There are a few steps you could take to gain that confidence. You already took the first ones by talking about it with someone, and by going skinny dipping with Blake. Those were a good start."

"I was still nervous though," he replied.

"Of course. First time you do anything out of your comfort level, you're nervous. You think skydivers just go, `oh hey, let's jump out of this plane?' Nerves are a sign that you are thinking things through properly. You push past those nerves once you have processed any danger or consequences. I'm betting next time you come over to talk to me, or skinny dip with Blake, it's be a hundred times easier. Then the time after that, it'll be even easier. Eventually, you won't even think of it as anything but a normal thing to do. That's how Blake deals with being naked. He just doesn't think about it anymore. If you have a problem with him being naked, he figures that's your problem."

"That makes total sense. I was totally freaking out when I took my shorts off in the pool. I did it underwater at first, but once I got used to it a little more, I sort of liked it. I only got nervous again when you showed up and saw me. But now I'm okay with that too. Guess I sort of proved that by undressing just now, huh?"

"You did. Now build on those first steps and keep advancing. Get comfortable with how you look. When you're over here, follow Blake's lead. Do all the regular things you normally do, just without clothes. Trust me, basketball and tennis are very different in the nude."

"Not that I did it when I was here, but so is the trampoline," he laughed. "Never gonna see a guy jumping on a trampoline the same way again. Thanks to Blake for that visual. Blake is maybe like a grand master at confidence, and I'm still trying to figure out the buttons while trying on my confidence suit.

"Like I said, it takes time. Blake wasn't always like he is now. We sort of miss those days," I said giving a fake sigh. "But to gain real confidence, change the narrative of the people you feel are picking on you. You said you get called out for being tall. Do something that proves why tall is a good thing. Reach up to get something from a high shelf with a comment like `Here, let me get that for you.' It takes away some of their bully power. If I had a penis as large as yours and people called me out on it, I'd be turning that around as well."

"How?"

"In the locker room, the next time you get call out about your penis, tell them if they're so interested in how big it is, you'll show them. Suggest you all go in the shower and get erections together and compare. You could get Blake to help you there. He'd happily join in. Tell them it's a one time show and then let them see it. Those with smaller penises will be quiet after that. Guys with larger penises like Blake will be excited for you. He's the type you have to watch."

"Yeah, no shit. If I'm around when people mention that he has a big dick, he sometimes makes a comment like, `if you think I'm big, you should see Jalen.' That's super embarrassing."

"Instead of being embarrassed, turn it around again. Say something like, `yeah, it's the extra two inches that makes the difference between, that was nice and yes, oh, yes! Oh yes!!"

He laughed. "That's good. But mostly it's like `that's too big, take it out."

"For now. Trust me. That's temporary."

"Not sure I'd be comfortable getting a boner in front of a bunch of guys in the shower," he said hesitantly.

"Not yet, but in time, you might work yourself up to it. Have Blake invite the team over here for a swim. I guarantee, he won't let most of them stay in clothes very long. You already saw how the steam room and sauna can affect you. I can promise that the other boys will react the same."

"I'll talk to Blake about that. What do you think I should do about that offer of hanging out with Sienna while Blake is off filming his show?"

"That is something that only you can decide. Ask yourself this. Would you enjoy having sex with Sienna?"

"Yes. That's a definite yes," he nodded firmly with a smile. "Do you think they made that rule up because Blake actually wants to have sex with me?"

"Do you think that?" I asked, throwing it back.

"I think so. I mean he said they have that same rule for everyone, but I'm not sure," he replied cautiously.

"I can confirm that they absolutely have that rule for everyone."

"Do straight boys actually go all the way with Blake just to get to fuck Sienna?"

"Short answer, yes. Think of it like this. When you're super horny, you want to get off so bad it almost makes you crazy sometimes, right?"

"Definitely, or worse, I panic I might wet my pants," Jalen revealed.

"Exactly. What happens as soon as you cum?"

"I make a big mess," he chuckled. "And then I guess I'm over being horny."

"Right. So, when Blake and Sienna invite people over to play, they have the horny person do the same sex person first while they're in crazy horny mode."

"I get it. Like there was this one-time Keegan, my brother, walked in on me in the shower, just as I was about to blow. I screamed at him, but nothing on earth could have made me stop and he got to see the whole show."

"Lucky Keegan," I grinned. "Sorry, that wasn't the psychologist talking, that was a gay guy talking. The only advice I can give you about their offer is to really think what it would mean if you went through with everything."

"Like?"

"Like, do you want to finally get laid with a girl who can probably take your cock without complaint, and actually enjoy herself? Maybe you'd enjoy having a friend who'd give you a blowjob every time your dick got hard when there was no other alternative handy. Would you find you liked three-ways? Could you learn sexual techniques from either of them? Would your dreams be more interesting if you had actually done it in the real world?"

Jalen just stared at me. "All that sounds like you're suggesting I should do it."

"I'm only saying you should ask yourself what you'd be okay doing, or not doing, and explore both positive and negatives of any decision. Take the scenario you mentioned from the showers where Blake held your penis. If that had been in a private shower, would you have let him keep going?"

"I actually have thought about that. I probably would have, just to see what it was like. I'd never had another guy's hand on my dick before, and it felt a lot different than a girl's."

"So that's all you do in your process towards deciding whether you'd like to hang out with Sienna while Blake is away. How far would you go if you hooked up with Blake. A blowjob? You might be able to accept one, but could you give one? Would you be able to kiss? Could you fuck him, or be fucked? If I were you, I'd be asking Blake how far you'd have to go to be allowed to have Sienna for a few months."

"How far have the other guys gone?" He inquired.

"I couldn't really tell you as I haven't been in the room with them when things were happening. I'll give you one suggestion that might help. Ask Blake for a massage."

"How will that help?"

"It'll allow you to see how comfortable you feel being touched. As the massage progresses and gets a bit more personal, you'll either find yourself enjoying it, or realizing it's well beyond your comfort level. I have a feeling that you'll enjoy it though, and it may help you decide."

"You're talking about those massages you hear about that have happy endings, right?"

"Exactly."

"Do other boys get massages like that?"

"From personal experience, I can say that lots of boys, straight or not, enjoy them. Haven't had one guy yet stop me before the happy ending. Even the super nervous ones."

"Once you figure out if you're comfortable being touched or not, you have a better sense of how far you might allow yourself to go with the offer you have from them. Keep in mind that if you do allow yourself to experience sex with another boy, in this case, you'll have Sienna watching as well."

"That's not helpful. Now I'll be all panicked again. What if she judges me?"

"Jalen. Trust me, Sienna will not judge you. All she'll be thinking is that she will get to enjoy you next."

My phone went off with a text. "Sorry, I normally shut it off when I'm in a session," I said apologizing as I pulled my phone out and took a quick glance at the screen. "Speak of the devil. It's Blake. Do you mind if I answer him."

"I don't mind," he replied.

`Is Jalen still talking to you?' Blake had asked.

`how'd u know that?'

`I know everything'

`yes'

`yes, I know everything?'

`no, yes Jalen is still talking to me', I clarified.

`r u gonna be done soon. Im almost home'

`ill let u know'

`kk'

"He was asking if we're done. Did you tell him you were coming over?" I asked.

"Yeah. He's the one that suggested I talk to you if I ever had problems about anything. He pretty much tells all his friends that."

I laughed. "I wonder if he realizes that the only reason his friends need therapy is because they're actually his friends? But back to you. Do you think you have enough information to make a decision on how to proceed?"

"I think so. What I learned is to just accept the things I can't change, work on the things I can, and make my own decisions about sex."

"And how do you think that'll go?"

"Well, I'm either going to be coming to therapy every couple days, or be getting yelled at by my parents for walking around naked," he joked.

"No one would yell at you here for being naked. Come over whenever you want to practice."

"Thanks," he nodded.

My text went off again. `I'm here. wear r u guys?'

First thing to discuss with the boy is his use of wear, were and where. That aside, I looked at Jalen. "Blake's home and is looking for us. You okay if he comes in?"

"Sure."

I texted Blake back and got up to unlock the office door. `we're in the office. door unlocked.'

He burst in seconds later, "Whew. I busted speed records getting here. I told the driver you'd pay any ticket he got for speeding and running red lights."

"That was thoughtful of you," I said shaking my head as he sat down next to Jalen and looked at him.

"Hey, how come you're not naked?" He asked bluntly.

"Why would I be?" Jalen asked confused.

"I always am when I go for therapy," he admitted.

"And Nate's told you that you don't need to do that," I reminded him.

"Yeah, but it's way easier to masturbate when we talk about sex stuff. Plus Nate probably likes seeing my big wiener," he bragged.

"He's straight, so I doubt seeing any part of you without clothes is interesting to him."

"Who's Nate?" Jalen asked.

"He's Justin's business partner in the wackadoodle business," Blake giggled. "I go to him because there's things we talk about that I couldn't talk to Justin about, being that he's my dad and all. Nate can't tell him any of it either as he has to keep it confidential. I kinda knew you and Justin would get along though."

"Yeah. It's pretty easy to talk to him," he said looking at me with a small smile.

"Try living with him. It's not that easy. So...what did you guys talk about? Me?" He grinned.

"Blake, if we got into that conversation, it'd take more than one session, and no one has that kind of time. Plus, I couldn't tell you what we discussed anyway. Confidential, remember?"

"Yeah, you can't tell me, but Jalen can. You should probably tell me what stuff he told you so I can correct anything he got wrong. He doesn't know much about hetero stuff, just homo stuff. I know both," Blake said, babbling enthusiastically.

"He just said that some things I can't change, so I need to work on accepting them. I should concentrate on the things I can change, like doing the weight lifting and stuff that you and me already talked about."

"So he told you what I told you? I should be a therapist. Sounds super easy. Is that all you talked about?"

"If you boys want to talk in private, I can leave and let you have the room," I offered as it might be easier for Jalen to discuss his big issue if I'm not in the room.

"No, it's okay. I don't mind if you're here," Jalen replied quickly.

"I suppose I can put up with you, as long as you don't go into dad mode at some point," Blake replied trying to sound serious, but I could see that look in his eye that said he was just kidding.

"Blake, you know I can stay professional when we have therapy sessions, but before we continue, you have this really annoying hair out of place," I said as I licked my palm and moved forward in my chair.

"Don't you dare. That hand touches me and you lose it. This is that dad mode thing," he chuckled, getting a laugh out of Jalen.

"Do your parents ever actually do that? My Mom did it a few times unexpectedly and I almost died right there," Jalen said to Blake.

"No, if they did, I wouldn't be the one to die. They would," he grinned. "Did Justin give you any cool advice about anything?"

Sure. Tons. The one that I really gotta work on is being okay with myself, even when I'm naked or almost naked. It sort of starts there so I can focus on my development, especially as I try to get more muscles and bulk up a bit."

"Being naked is easy. You just take your clothes off. Boom! Naked!" Blake said quickly.

I laughed. "It's not that easy for everyone, Blake. Jalen, let me ask you something. If you walked in to find your friend sitting naked on a couch talking to someone, what would you do?"

"I'd probably turn and leave figuring I shouldn't be there," he replied.

"Like most people. Blake, what would you do?"

"If they were cool with me being there, I'd take off my clothes too so my friend wouldn't feel out of place. I like it when people are comfortable enough to get naked. Plus, its fun to see boys get boners. They always look better with erections, right Dad?"

"Not a universal acknowledgment. There are varying opinions," I said smiling. "Blake, I think one thing that may concern Jalen about talking to you is your ability to keep things confidential. I'm sure he wouldn't like you blurting things out about him that he told you."

"I wouldn't do that," Blake replied defensively.

"Really? Does Blake ever blurt out things about you, that you wish he didn't, Jalen?"

"Not all the time, but you do tell people how big my penis is a lot," he admitted.

"Dude, if you don't advertise you don't get customers. I was just trying to help," he replied staring at his friend.

"Did Jalen ask for your help?" I asked for clarification.

"Sure. He said how he wanted a girlfriend who would want sex with him, so I tried to help find him one. If they hear he's got a ten pounder between his legs, it sorts chicks into two columns. Legs clamped shut, and legs wide open. It's the latter we concentrate on."

"I'm not sure those are real categories," I said trying not to laugh.

"They are. Trust me. As soon as Sienna heard about it, her legs flew wide open in anticipation. I'm pretty sure she even moaned his name while I fucked her."

"That seems like a wildly inappropriate overshare. We talked about that, Blake," I warned, trying to be parental, and a therapist at the same time, especially in front of Jalen.

"It's not. Like I already told you Jalen, Sienna wants to try you for real. You said lots of girls can't handle the monster stick, but I know Sienna can. If she likes it, I can almost guarantee she'll convince her friends to take a ride too. Hell, she told her friends about the sex her and me have, and they're lined up with tickets for the ride. Dude, you'd be like TikTok challenge after that. See who can ride the 10 incher. You could sell merch for the accomplishment."

"Blake. This is what I'm talking about. You can't just hear information and leave it at that. You have to build it into something else. If Jalen told you something he didn't want revealed and made it clear it was just between the two of you, could you keep it confidential and not blurt it out all over school?"

"Of course. I didn't say anything about your third nipple, or how you beat me and lock me in that cage if I don't clean up after myself. Like that time I left a half full cup of coffee on the counter, and you locked me naked in that tiny cage for a whole weekend, only giving me bread and water while dumping buckets of cold water on me every few hours," he said hanging his head and looking extremely sad. He was pretty convincing.

"First, none of that happened, which is why you never told anyone, and second if you left a half empty cup on the counter, that's not a cage punishment, that's where we use the rack and pour hot wax on you to teach you how the counter feels having a hot cup of coffee left on it. Jalen, you know we're just joking, right?" I asked, just to be sure.

"I figured."

Jalen, you mentioned something a couple minutes ago where you said Blake tells people about your penis size. I gathered from the way you said it that it bothers you. Maybe that's one thing you could tell Blake about."

He took a deep breath and paused as he turned his head to look at Blake. "I don't like it when tell other people about my penis, especially when you try to show them the outline of it. That totally makes me feel self-conscious when they all stare down and see your hand grabbing for it. I'm still not sure how to act when that happens."

"Dude, I had no idea that you cared. Sorry...really. I won't do that no more. Is it okay if I still tell girls how awesome you are though? They gotta know stuff about you before they'd wanna date."

"Sure, I guess. Just don't talk about my penis or my body. That would be awkward."

"Okay. The more girls know about you, the more interested they'd be. Hell, I make sure everyone knows how big my dick is."

"We know," Jalen laughed. "I think you've scared more than one boy into therapy when you chase them with that thing."

Blake grinned. "You know why I started doing that?"

Jalen shook his head. "Nuh uh."

"I've always been comfortable being naked, but after puberty hit and guys started bugging each other about our dicks, I figured if they wanted to see it that bad, I'd give them a show. The more I whipped it out, the less they commented about it. Now if anyone does, I simply give them all the dick viewing they can handle. Works every time. At least on guys. Girls just want to show it off to all their friends. I guess they don't get to see as many penises as boys."

Jalen laughed. "Oh my god, that makes total sense now. I've changed in the locker room many times. Guys always make stupid comments about each other, but the second you're in the room, nobody talks about any body parts. Is that why? Because they're scared you'll chase them with a boner?"

"No. I learned mostly from Justin and the guys here, that if you take away a bully's reason to bully, even if they're just joking, then you win. Like if I get called out for having a big dick, I hit them with some comment appropriate to their insult. Like, your mom seemed to enjoy it.' thanks for staring at my crotch to notice.' just out of curiosity, do girls you have sex with know you're fucking them, or do they think you're using your thumb?' Stuff like that. It's like that with anything. If you get bugged about being tall. You can say something like it's a good thing I am as I can see you're starting to go bald'. I never have to worry about someone blocking me at a concert'. Just come up with lines and slap em back with it. Maybe throw back a reverse insult about their height. If I were your height, I'd use `People your height don't even have to get on their knees to blow me.'"

I actually laughed at that one. "It's a good thing you take karate, Blake, or some of those would get you punched."

"True, but the concept is right. You take away a bully's power by taking away the thing they think they're bullying you about."

"That's the truth," I agreed.

"Dude, the best way you can get over anyone picking on you for penis size or being tall is to show them the benefits," Blake said, talking to Jalen like only a 14-year-old could. "Get the hottest girls in school to hang out with you. Trust me, girls like guys that are taller than they are. Although, that's confusing too. Girls wear high heels, and then complain the boy they're with is too short. Take off the six-inch heels, and your 5'9" boyfriend is plenty tall. Stupid as fuck if you ask me. That's like that thing me and Sienna talked about. You hang out with her while I'm off filming and you'll be the man."

"What if everyone thinks I'm moving in on your girlfriend while I'm away?" He asked cautiously.

"They won't. I'll tell them I asked you to keep her happy. Shit, that's why we all gotta hook up together. Spend a few lunch periods under the bleachers and let the word get around that you're working that 10 inches, and everyone will come out to see it. Once I'm away, they'll be so used to it, no one will think any different."

I shook my head and chuckled.

"What?" Blake asked. "It'd totally work."

"Oh, I'm sure it would. It still amazes me how your mind works to come up with things like that."

"Thanks," he grinned.

I'm not sure I meant it as a compliment. "I thought you and Sienna had some rules about who got to join you for sex, or have you changed those now?"

"No, we still have that rule. Jalen and I are still negotiating."

Jalen looked at me as if trying to summon a response.

"Don't worry about Justin, Jalen. He still can't talk about anything we're discussing, plus he knows all about the rule me and Sienna have. I mean it's cool if you don't want to, I'd totally understand. I'd just ask one of the other guys to keep her happy while I'm away. I just thought you'd enjoy a girl who could handle the python. As long as you don't wreck her pussy for when I get back. Of course, the positive side for you is that maybe she'd want to stick with your massive cock instead of me. I'd probably date Joel if that happened."

I stared at Blake wondering if this might be his actual long-term plan after all. He just looked at me and smirked.

"Wait, so if Sienna broke up with you to be with me, you wouldn't be upset?" Jalen asked surprised.

"No, not really. If having a boyfriend with a ten-inch dick pleased her more than all this awesomeness, then I'd be happy for her. It's not like I couldn't still have sex with her while we each date someone else. Shit, Joel is already waiting in line for that opportunity, and who knows how many more would apply once they knew I was single."

Jalen shook his head. "Dude, if I had as much confidence in my whole body as you do in your little finger, I'd probably rule the world."

"Stick with me buddy and some of it will rub off. It always does. Just ask Darcy. He used to be super shy and self-conscious. To the point he was basically a loner. Now he has a boyfriend and is mentoring a little brother. Plus, his sex skill has gone from a negative three to a six. Not bragging or anything."

"That's you not bragging?" I said with a grin.

"Just speaking truth, Dad. I mean I'm thinking about how it would look with Sienna at the bleachers bent over as Jalen's pounding away in her. I'm so fucking hard right now thinking about it, that I should probably go hit the cold pool before I explode."

"Good idea. The last thing I need is pieces of skin, bone, and blood all over the walls in here," I joked.

"Not that kind of exploding, weirdo," he said as he took off his shirt.

"Blake, maybe undress at the pool, not here."

"I'm not sure I'm gonna make it to the pool. I've been horny all day, and this is Defcon one baby. This shits about to go off!"

He jumped up suddenly, and I was sure the pants were coming off. I mean he wasn't kidding about being hard, that was obvious. "Come on Jalen, lets go swimming."

"Is it okay if I leave?" Jalen asked, looking at me.

"Yeah, we were done."

"Come on Jalen let's go figure out how we can get you some pussy, or bussy."

"Pussy is better," Jalen said as he stood up and they headed to the door. "Thanks for talking to me Justin. It really helped."

"You're welcome. Feel free to come back anytime."

As soon as they left, I adjusted my own erection. Like Blake, I also imagined Jalen's big cock pounding away, but it sure wasn't Sienna getting it in my imagination. Next time I saw the boys they were in the outdoor pool. I nodded to myself as I saw Jalen had chosen to go skinny dipping, and seemed reasonably comfortable with it. It wasn't long before they were arriving in the kitchen for something to eat. Both with towels around their waists. I'm pretty sure garbage disposals don't take food in as fast as teenage boys.

"How was the swim? Everything back to normal? As normal as it gets for you, anyway?"

"Yeah. All taken care of. Ummm...on an unrelated note. When does the pool boy clean the filters?"

I just rolled my eyes as he giggled. "What's next?"

"We'll probably work out, then hit the steam room."

"Have fun. Do you need a ride home afterward, Jalen?" I asked.

"No thanks. I was just going to run home. It's about the right distance."

"Let me know if you change your mind and I'll drive you."

The boys vanished for a while, and after Jalen left to run home, Blake almost skipped over to me, wearing just his underwear, as usual. "You and Jalen must have had one hell of a talk."

"We talked about a few things," I acknowledged. "Why do you say that?"

"Oh, because he didn't even hesitate to get naked. Not only to swim, but when we were working out, he dropped the towel and stayed naked even as we walked to the steam room and shower."

"Good to know. That's a good start to building confidence."

"I'll say. I dunno what you said to him, but I think he's seriously thinking about having a three-way with me and Sienna."

"Did he say that, or are you just reading into something that may not be there?" I asked, figuring I knew Blake well enough to point that out.

He gave me a big grin. "Well, he started talking about massages and if I thought the stories of happy endings were real or not."

"And you said...?"

"I told him all about them and of some of the types I've had. I think he believed the handjob and blowjobs ones. I think he was less convinced when I told him about the massage table where it splits open to spread your legs so you can get boned hard. He did get horny though."

"Did anything else happen?"

Blake looked at me and grinned. "Are you hoping to hear details like I how he totally went gay for me and we're in love now?" He giggled like a little kid.

"No, I'm not looking to hear anything like that...at all," I assured him.

"He asked if I knew how to give massages...and yes, I offered to give him one. I know a subtle hint when I hear one. I'm guessing that was some of your advice."

"Did he accept?"

"I'm not sure. He said he wouldn't mind trying one one day. We left to hit the showers after that as he was pretty nervous that someone might come in while he had an erection and got the wrong idea."

I put my arm around his shoulder as I stood beside him. "If he does come over for the massage, just go slow and let him get used to the idea of being touched."

"I got this Dad. I know how it works to land straight boys," he grinned. "Plus, I really wanna see him fuck Sienna. That's gonna be so hot."

"Hotter than him fucking you?" I teased.

"Way hotter as I'd get to watch him doing her with that big cock. That would be fire for sure."

"If you ever get him comfortable having have sex with you, I wouldn't mind five minutes with that cock at some point. I have to admit, it was pretty hot thinking about him fucking your girlfriend. That big cock sliding in and out as he used the full length of it, stretching her open wider than ever before. His balls swing back and forth between his legs and they boiled up with a massive load, ready to fill her like a dam in monsoon season. The head of his cock throbbing in excitement as he reaches the point of no return. The look of pure lust on his face as the first throb begins, and he jettisons a several large waves of his hot boy juice into her."

With my arm around his shoulder, I reached down and tweaked his nipple hard a few times to tease him. I then moved my hand down his back and slipped it into his underwear to grab an ass cheek. "He feels her pussy tighten in anticipation, as she screams and moans at each thrust going where no other penis has gone before."

"Damn it!" Blake said suddenly as his body shook and he grunted loudly, making it obvious that he'd cum hard. "Asshole."

He moved away from me slightly and dropped his underwear, using it to clean the mess all over himself. He walked over to the laundry room and tossed his wet shorts in, before returning to me.

"That was just mean. I should have at least gotten a hand job out of it. Just for that, see if I sleep with you tonight."

"Oh, so a win for me then. Not so bad after all," I teased as I slapped his ass. "Maybe now that you've shot your load, you'll be a little calmer and less horny all night," I reasoned.

"Good one, Dad," he laughed. "I'm going up to facetime Sienna and see if we can come up with any plans to get Jalen more interested."

I didn't say anything as he took off at a sprint. I don't even know why anyone asks for my opinion. They just do their own thing anyway. I figured this would sort itself out eventually anyway.

I might have underestimated the `it'll sort itself out' thing. Then next day, Jalen was back at the front door, looking anxious, frazzled, and exhausted. The last two might be because he looked like he'd run here. "Hi Jalen. Blake's not here right now, he's at karate."

"I know. I wanted to talk to you. Is it okay? Do you have time, or should I come back? Or I could wait in your living room. Should I have texted first? I should have texted, right?"

Geez, if this guy talks any faster, he's gonna sound like a chipmunk, and I'm going to need a universal translator. "How about you come in and I'll get you a glass of water while you catch your breath."

"Okay, that's probably a good idea. I'm kinda thirsty. I ran over here. It's not a long way, but I ran faster than normal, so that's probably why I'm so thirsty. Should I take my shoes off? Never mind. I'll take them off."

I almost laughed, but stayed composed as I we went to the kitchen for some water. He drank the first glass in one gulp and held it out to me again. I smiled. "I'm guessing you'd like more?"

"If you have some, sure. I'd like that. I'm still super thirsty," he replied still running at hyper speed.

"Okay, but drink this one slowly or you'll end up with hiccups." Not sure that's true, but it sounds logical, so I'm going to stay with it.

He drank the second glass a lot slower, which helped calm him down a bit. Not fully, but enough that he had stopped twitching. He put the glass down on the counter.

"Would you like more?" I asked.

"No. That was enough thanks. So, can I talk to you? Like in your private office area."

"You may," I nodded as I led him to the nearby office and before I had the door fully closed, he had his shirt off.

"That feels better, I'm pretty hot from the run," he said as he dropped his backpack on the ground, tossing his shirt onto it. Then in a bit of a surprise move, he dropped his pants next, leaving him in just underwear.

He moved to the couch and couldn't decide if he wanted to lie down, or sit, and tried both out a few times until he chose sitting.

"What has you so agitated today. You seem hyperactive," I said, starting off our talk.

"Well, I did all those things you told me yesterday and I'm still freaking out," he said bluntly.

"You did what things?" I asked to be sure.

"The hanging out naked in my room, and standing up to people with comments, and talking to Blake. Those things."

"Just for clarification, those sorts of things take a while to get comfortable with. It doesn't happen overnight."

"Yeah, I got that. Some guys thought I was just being an asshole. I did the naked thing in my room, and that was terrifying. I kept panicking that someone would walk in on me. I mean it would have been bad enough if Keegan came in my room, but I could probably handle that. Trying to explain to my parents why I wasn't wearing clothes was totally messing with my head. I mostly just wrapped in my duvet."

I grinned. So, you were naked but not really. You seemed fine while you were swimming with Blake yesterday. He even said the two of you worked out together without clothes. I didn't hear that you freaked out doing that."

"No, that was mostly okay. I figured you're not my parents, and you're used to seeing boys naked, so it wouldn't be super awkward." He then just stared at me.

"Was there something specific you wanted to talk about today, or were you just hoping to workout with Blake again?" I know he already said he was here to talk to me, but if you give him an option to change his mind now that he's calmer, it's a good idea.

"I thought about everything you said, and think I made a decision about stuff. Ummm, should I take my underwear off? Would that help, or is this the wrong time? I'm not sure when I'm supposed to practice naked stuff yet."

"You do it when you think it feels right. Like after diving. Drop the speedo before heading to the showers. Maybe wander around the locker room longer than you have in the past. You pick what feels right, but also to challenge yourself."

"Cool. So would it be weird if I took my shorts off now?"

"Not weird for me in the slightest," I assured him. He stood up and walked over to the mirror where he watched himself lower his underwear. He held his hand over himself until he'd kicked the shorts away and then stared. I gave him the moment to himself as I tried not to be too obvious that I was watching. He slowly removed his hand as he looked at himself. I'm pretty sure he was repeating the exercise in his head that we did yesterday. I didn't see the blind man with no arms, but I'm pretty sure he could have been part of it. Once he'd finished his thought process, he turned back to look at me.

"I don't think I gained any muscles since yesterday," he commented.

"Probably not. That's why you should only take measurements once a month, and not every day. Nothing wrong with checking yourself out every day to remind you what to work on."

"Yeah, cool," he said as he came over and sat on the couch. "Should I maybe sit on my shirt so my ass isn't right on your sofa?"

"You're good like that," I assured him. He kept his legs together, with a hand slightly across his lap as he adjusted to his nudity.

"I just realized, Blake tells you everything, doesn't he? Shit, does that mean he told you about me boning up in the steam room? Oh god, why did I get naked before I thought about that?" He said beginning to almost hyperventilate.

"Jalen. Take a few deep breaths for me. Maybe wait for the answer to one question before blurting out the rest of it. I mean technically you're the one that just told me about your personal interactions with Blake."

"Shit. I gotta learn to shut up. See, making comments isn't what I'm good at. First the guys at school, now here telling you what stuff happened. Fuck, do you know any good solitary school on ice flows in the arctic?"

"Oddly specific, but no, can't say I do. Jalen. To ease your mind, yes Blake did tell me about what happened between the two of you. He was so excited; I don't think he could have kept it to himself for very long. That's why we don't have any secrets here. The more he can get off his chest, the easier it is for him to talk it out and get some perspective on it."

"That's cool that you guys can talk like that. I think you'd be a cool dad," he said looking at me.

"Thanks. Blake also mentioned that your conversation got around to talking about massages. Was that so you could set the stage to ask him for one?"

"Yeah. After I went home, I looked up massages like that. Did you know they're called erotic massages?"

"I did know that," I admitted with a small grin.

"Yeah, I figured you might. There're tons of different types. Like some just have handjobs, and others do blowjobs. I even saw some where the guys gets fuc...ummm... gets it in the butt. Each ended when the guy getting the massage came."

"Hence the term happy ending, and not happy middle," I grinned. "Did any of those look more interesting than others?"

"The handjob and blowjobs for sure. The anal stuff I'm not sure about, but the guy getting it seemed to be enjoying it. I read about anal sex and some say it hurts, and others said it only hurts if you're not ready for it. Does it hurt?"

"Not gonna lie. It can, yes. Depends on a lot of factors. How relaxed you are for it to happen. Have you been properly opened up with some foreplay? How big the cock is going into you. I mean obviously a five-inch penis is going to go in a lot easier than a 10-inch one."

"Same for girl's vagina's," he replied.

"But like vagina's, your ass will get used to it and become more pleasurable the more you do it."

"If I ever tried it, I'd probably just do it once to know what it's like for myself."

"Good way to look at it," I assured him.

"I have a question. Like sometimes I'll be super horny and then do...you know...the masturbation thing, and then it's almost like I feel guilty, and that it was bad to do it."

"That's a very normal post-orgasm reaction. Even when you get older and have had lots of sex, it's the same thing. Some times I'll be watching the hottest porn scene ever and be self entertaining as I imagine myself on set with them. Then you reach orgasm and the next time you look at the screen, you're thinking,' what's this filth,' and you rush to shut it down."

Jalen laughed. "Yeah, exactly that. I mean not that I watch porn or anything, but I know what you mean."

I grinned. "Right...because a 16-year-old boy doesn't look at porn. I thought we were going to be honest when you talked to me."

"Everyone probably watches porn, but not everyone admits it," he replied.

"That's likely true. Once you got home yesterday after your run, how'd you feel?"

"Sweaty," he grinned. "I took a shower and couldn't help thinking about everything, especially the massage idea."

"Did it help you decide about the real issue?"

Not completely, but then today, Blake got Sienna to show me her boobs," he admitted.

"And how was that?" Even I liked Sienna's boobs, so I'm sure a horny 16-year-old straight boy would.

"They were really nice," he said with a giant grin. "Then Sienna said she was really looking forward to having sex with me. Blake forgot his promise from yesterday and blurted out about how big it was again."

"How did that make you feel?"

He shrugged. "Since it was just Blake and Sienna, I was fine with it. Not like it's actually a surprise with Blake or anything."

"Did your show and tell go any further?"

"No. I was way too nervous to show them my penis, especially when Blake reached over and played with Sienna's boobs. I almost came from that. No way I could take my dick out in front of them. That would have been way too embarrassing. I had to leave when Blake started fucking her."

"Did it help you decide as to whether you would like to hang out with Sienna while Blake is away?"

"I think it made me more confused. I definitely want a girl that enjoys sex like Sienna, and Blake is just so casual about the whole thing that it makes me feel like it'd be okay to fool around with both of them."

"Sounds like you're perhaps starting to warm up to the idea of it all," I suggested.

"I think so too, but now I'm even more worried."

"What has you worried?" I would have put money on his answer being that people might think he was gay, but that's not what I got.

"Well, they're just so easy going about sex, and they've had tons of it from what I can tell listening to them. So now I'm worried that if I did hook up with both of them and do whatever, that I'd be terrible at it and Sienna wouldn't really want to do anything after that."

"I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be the first guy they've hooked up with that wasn't experienced. I actually think they prefer that so they can see first time reactions."

"Maybe, but I'd feel like I was being judged again," he admitted.

"Sounds like we still have some work to do on that self confidence thing. Let's go back to focusing on one thing at a time. Clear your head, close your eyes, and picture one thing at a time. Start with being naked around other guys in the shower after diving. Then think about being alone with Blake. Slowly ease yourself from one thought to the next, and how you feel about each one. See if one thought leads to another, that leads to another, where you're eventually in bed with the two of them."

He chuckled a little. "This sounds like hypnotism stuff you see on TV. If you say `I'm getting sleepy', and I wake up clucking like a chicken, I'm probably not gonna recommend you to anyone."

"Probably, but imagine how popular you'll be when you can lay an egg," I teased. "What scenario are you thinking about in your mind right now?"

"Laying an egg," he laughed. "Right now, probably seeing Sienna's boobs."

"Have you imagined playing with them?" I asked bluntly.

He moved slightly, almost nervously. "Yes."

"Picturing it in your head, tell me what you see?"

"I see me reaching out with both hands to take hold of them. Then I hear Blake's voice telling me to lean in and lick them and put a nipple in my mouth."

"Do you do it?"

"Yes. I can see it because Blake did it in front of me already," he replied as he opened his eyes.

"Giving you a strong base of reference to draw from. Are you clothed of naked when you picture it?"

"Clothed."

"You said you left when you Blake started having intercourse with Sienna. Tell me what you thought about after you'd walked away."

"I mostly thought, holy shit, they're having sex outside. If they get caught, they're gonna be in trouble," he admitted.

"I'm honestly not sure that would bother Blake. He'd probably brag about it."

"Probably," Jalen nodded as he held his arm firmly over his crotch.

"What else did you think about after seeing them?"

"Ummm...honestly, I kinda wondered if Blake was doing her in the butt as Sienna was just bent over. I wondered how you'd get to her vagina in that position."

"I always wondered that too, but apparently the way it's positioned, you can."

"Yeah, I sort of figured, but it did make me wonder about it. I guess it wouldn't matter though as she seemed to like it, no matter where he had put his penis."

I smiled. "That's honestly all that matters. If both people enjoy what they're doing. What else entered your mind after you left?"

"I just noticed how Blake did the fucking. He held her boobs at one point and used his whole penis. He's pretty big too, isn't he?"

"Bigger than most. That's why I think he figures Sienna can handle you. He's eight, you're ten. Not as big difference as if he'd only been six. You seem to have seen a lot for someone who left as soon as they started fucking."

"I watched for a minute as Blake went into her. I wasn't sure they were actually gonna do it for real, but when they did, I left them alone."

"Do you think they would have enjoyed it if you stayed and watched?"

"Probably. I saw other guys watching them from a short distance away. I think they really like showing off," he admitted.

"I can only imagine how much attention you'd attract if you were the one in Blake's place in that scenario."

"I'm not sure how I'd deal with that. If I was able to hang out with Sienna while Blake was away, which means I'd have to have accepted their rules, I'm not sure I'd be able to have sex in public. That would get everyone talking about me."

"To be honest, Jalen, they may talk about you a lot more, but it wouldn't be to tease you about anything. You'd likely get the same accolades as Blake, especially if guys actually saw the size of your penis going in and out of Sienna. Something tells me, you'd become very popular overnight."

"Not if I panicked while I was doing it with her," he reasoned.

"I'd guess by the time you were comfortable enough to hook up outside, you'd have had a little experience under your belt by then. Now thinking back to Blake and Sienna. If you hadn't walked off, close your eyes and tell me what might have happened instead."

He did as I suggested and closed his eyes. "Ummm, this is kinda the point in some of my dreams where they look at me and laugh."

"That was in the dreams before you actually saw them doing it for real. You imagined their reactions and facial expressions. Now you have the real looks to judge. See their faces and tell me what you think would have been next?"

"I think Blake would have maybe suggested I get closer and play with her boobs again?" He said, almost sounding like it was a question. "I have a feeling he'd reach out and take hold of my penis at that point."

"Would you be hard or soft?"

"Hard. I was already hard just seeing Sienna's boobs," he admitted. I smiled as I noticed his arm press down across his crotch. He was trying desperately to hide the erection that had grown between his legs as we'd been talking.

"So now Blake offers to let you join in. What do you do first?"

"Ummm...have a panic attack and pass out," he grinned, as he kept his eyes closed.

I gave a small chuckle to let him know I appreciated the humour. "Okay, you're already naked, off to the side watching them. You move closer. Tell me what you see."

I see Blake's penis going in and out of her. Mostly it still looks like he's doing her butt, but I'll guess it's her vagina. He's going pretty fast and she's moaning a lot."

"How are they reacting to you at this point?"

"I think Blake would still have hold of my penis at that point and be stroking it. I'd guess he'd be pretty horny so it wouldn't bother him if people saw that." He opened his eyes and looked at me. "I think if I got that far, I'd probably cum and it'd be all over. That's what I'm worried about. That's what happened with one girl, and it'd be way more sexual with Blake and Sienna, so I'd make a fool of myself."

"Did just thinking about it make you excited though?"

He looked down at his arm over his crotch and paused for a second before moving it. "Does this answer your question?"

He was fully hard, and I wondered how his arm had hidden it. He opened his legs a little and fluffed himself up, then placed his arm back to hide a bit of it.

"I'd say that since those scenarios excited you, so you're not totally opposed to the idea of having both of them there."

"I think any thought of sex excites me. I watch porn and sometimes I'll look at the guy to see how he does it and I'll pretend I'm him doing the girl."

"When you came here yesterday to talk to me, you were indicating you had a self esteem issue and a lack of confidence. I'll be honest, Jalen. I don't think you do. I think you're like every other teenage boy your age. Sex is knocking at your door and you just want to read the manual first so you know what you're doing."

"I don't want people to think I'm a freak, or have girls laugh about me with their friends."

"Would it make you feel better if I told you that most people feel that way their first few times? Girls are worried about it jut as much as boys. I think there's a societal expectation from girls that the boy is going to know what to do, which puts real stress on the boys."

"Exactly. You hear guys talking about it all the time at school. They talk big about sex and how good they'd shred pussy. Makes you feel super nervous when you don't know how to do it at all."

I laughed. "Jalen, the louder they talk and brag, the less likely it is that they've had any sex at all. Let me ask you this. Does Blake make those same comments?"

He paused to think about it. "I think so, but his comments are really different. He doesn't say it like he's bragging. He mostly just makes a general comment during some conversation. Like he wouldn't say he shredded her pussy until she couldn't walk. He'd be more like. `Yeah, we had fun last night. I had a chance to hook up with her when I was at Sienna's, or she was over skinny-dipping last night. She looks even better naked than without her clothes.' Since the guys all know Blake's reputation, they never think he's bullshitting. Usually, guys don't brag about girls in front of Blake in case he's been with them and calls them out."

I laughed hard. "That's interesting. I always figured Blake would be the type to announce his conquests. He certainly does around here, but in fairness, we also never doubt that he's done it. Since we're talking a lot more openly today, when you were in the steam room yesterday, I understand you got an erection?"

"Yeah. I think the heat does that, and maybe because I'm not really used to just being naked in random places like that.

"Let me ask you a blunt question, that I hope you'll answer honestly. Would you have let Blake give you a blowjob if he'd suggested it?"

He looked down, nervously. "I totally asked myself that after I got home. I thought about it like half the night. I mean I've had a sort of blowjob before where one of the girls tried."

I smiled carefully. "What made you think so much about it after being in the steam room?"

"I think I mostly wondered if Blake would have been able to do it for real. Like do a blowjob like you see in porn."

"That's a fair thought. What did you conclude?"

"I dunno. He's always said he could do it, but then I go back to thinking of the guys that brag about their skills with girls, and how they say can shred pussy, but have never done it, and would probably cum before they get their pants off."

"There's a lot of truth in that. Do you think Blake's just all talk when it comes to being with guys?"

"No, not at all. He not exactly shy about telling me about the people he's hooked up with, so if that's all true, which I totally believe it is, he's probably sucked a dick before. I doubt he could handle one my size though, so it'd be just like getting a sort of blowjob from a girl, which would be better than a sort of blowjob from a boy...if that makes sense."

"Makes sense to me. A partial BJ from a boy is better than no head, but partial BJ from a girl is one step better."

"Exactly," he nodded.

"Following that thinking...is let's say a ¾ blowjob from a boy who makes you cum, better than a partial girl BJ?"

"Yes," he nodded. "If you cum from it, then it's gotta have been good, right?"

"Maybe not good, but enjoyable at least. I've had head where I've cum and it was only okay, but I've also had amazing blowjobs that kept me from coming for hours."

"Whoa. Why wouldn't you cum if it was so good?"

"It's about technique and building up the enjoyment of it. Usually, when you're younger, the point of getting head is to blow a load. Quick and simple."

"That's so true," he agreed. "It's kinda cool how you just talk to me like an adult, not some stupid kid. I don't know anyone I could discuss stuff like this with as openly as you. Not even my friends. They'd just say stupid shit and act like they knew everything."

"Thanks. I always think it's important to have at least one person like that in your life. We try to ensure everyone in our family has that. I'm sure Blake would talk openly to you."

"Ture, but he's more Blake' about it. Nothing bothers him, he's all just go for it dude. Fuck `em if they don't like you', kinda shit. You're more chill and just let me talk it through. I like that."

"Thanks. That's what I'm here for. If you need to talk about anything or want to know something, I'm happy to be here for you."

"Cool, so can I say what I want to say, and if it's too much all at once, you can ask me to leave and maybe come back with only one thing at a time, or not come back if you think I'm being weird or something," he said going back to fast mode.

"Jalen...take those deep breaths again. You should always say what's on your mind, and if there's too much to unpack, we just take it slowly, one thing at a time. I think you'll find it a relief to just get it off your chest in the first place, and deal with the conversation about it afterward."

"Okay, cool. So, obviously I've been thinking about the whole Blake and Sienna thing..." he said in one fast blurt.

"Stop for a second. Take those deep breaths and just go slow. You don't have to push all the words out in under eight seconds. This isn't debate class."

"Sorry," he said as he inhaled a few times and let it out, and started at a more normal speed. "So, I've been thinking about Sienna and Blake, and I definitely want sex, but I don't want to freak out in front of them when something happens. I figure I need to at least know some stuff before I go into a three-way type thing. What do you think?"

"This isn't about my comfort level, Jalen. It'd be unusual for someone's first real sexual experience to be a group thing, but it's not unheard of."

"What sort of things do you think I'd need to know how to do."

"Did Blake give you any idea of what he and Sienna wanted?" I asked.

"Only that whatever I wanted to do to her, I'd have to do to him first. Not sure how all that would work. I get kissing. That's easy. But if I wanted to play with her boobs, do I have to play with Blake's chest...since he doesn't have boobs. Then if I'm supposed to eat her pussy, is the equivalent of that giving a blowjob? I have no idea how to do that. Not even sure I could handle it. Sometimes when I'm eating a hot dog, I almost choke."

I tried not to laugh as I listened to him, although I kinda want to see him eat a hot dog now. "It does take a couple of pointers, and a little practice to get the hang of it."

"Do you think that maybe if I just did part of that stuff, it'd be okay? Like if I agreed to get a blowjob and maybe ummm...fuck...Blake instead of doing it the other way around? But if he did you know...blow me and then I came way too fast, I wouldn't be in the mood to do anything else as I'd have already cum. Then I'd feel stupid with them both there expecting me to have sex."

"Slow down. You're getting ahead of yourself. It's all new, which means you likely won't last long, so there's some truth to what you're saying. The added pressure of having two people waiting to have sex with you maybe isn't the ideal starting point. It's tough enough just being with one person as you learn."

"That's what I was thinking about last night too, but I had an idea on that," he said looking at me.

"What did you come up with?"

"I was thinking I probably just need some practice blowjobs before I hook up with them, then I'd be used to it, and I could last long enough to get to the other stuff."

"And by other stuff, you mean fucking?"

"Yeah," he grinned.

"Not to pop your bubble, but what if you're so excited about hooking up with them, that you find it as exciting as your practice blowjobs. Wouldn't you have the same problem if you achieved an orgasm from that, and now you have Sienna waiting?"

He frowned at me. "I thought your job was to help me, not make it worse?"

"Sorry. I just want to point out things you may not have thought about and see if we can work through them. What about the idea of starting with a massage to get used to another guy touching you? That's one way to get comfortable with something you're not familiar with. The other thing a lot of boys do before they think they're going out to have sex, is they masturbate. It calms you down, and regularly lets you last longer when it does happen."

"I think my original idea could also apply too."

"And what was the idea?" I asked curiously.

"I just need someone to give me some blowjobs so I know what to expect when I get one for real," he grinned.

There's a lot to unpack from that. I just kept a neutral face as I looked at him. "You want blowjobs to get you prepared for getting blowjobs?"

"Yes," he nodded. "I think that would work. I'd know what to expect and then I'd be able to last longer. And what you said about fucking would work too. I could do it with someone else a few times to get ready, and then I'd be able to do it with Blake and Sienna and not feel stupid."

"Maybe I lost the plot somewhere along the line, but I thought the idea of hooking up with Blake and Sienna is so that they could teach you about sex to make it easier to get a girlfriend. Wouldn't they be expecting that you know very little to nothing about sex anyway?"

"Probably, but I don't want it to be embarrassing if we actually do it. I want to last at least long enough to go all the way with Sienna," he reasoned.

"So, what is the idea with this plan? Are you thinking of asking Blake to practice with him first?"

"God, no. I don't want him to think I'm not good enough for Sienna," he replied as if that were the craziest thought I could have suggested.

"So, who were you thinking of asking? A hooker? One of Blake's friends?" I was thinking either Layne or Darcy would happily play with him. Hell, take him over to the Q Academy for an hour. Toss him in the residence and lock the doors. He'd come back devirginized, worn out, and an expert.

"Well, so...I...like...ummm," he stammered. "No matter what I say, you can't tell anyone, right?" He asked to get more assurance of confidentiality.

"Unless you're planning to hurt yourself, or someone that can't defend themselves. Everything else is protected."

"Okay, good. So, I was thinking that since you're my therapist trying to help me with stuff, and you're gay, right?"

"Right," I acknowledged. He just nodded.

"Maybe could give me a blowjob. That way I know what one feels like for real, and if it goes wrong, or I freak out, then you wouldn't be able to tell anyone. Maybe we could keep doing it until I learned to handle it. Then maybe if found out that Blake was expecting me to do a blowjob on him, I could do it with you first so you could show me how it's done. Then afterward, if you wanted to, and if I was ready for it, you could fuck me. Not sure about that yet though. Just thinking out loud, which is allowed, right?"

"Right," I acknowledged again, trying to remain professional. I was already picturing myself launching across the room to get on my knees between the boy's legs, but I'm in session right now, so I'm remaining as calm as possible. My dick on the other hand thinks we're 16 again, and is ready to play.

"What do you think of that idea?" He asked seriously.

"I'd say I know why you didn't get any sleep last night. That's a lot to process. Do you always work things out like that?"

"Yes. But only confusing stuff. If I can find a path to my end goal, then I wiggle along it."

"I can start by saying that it was impressive thinking. I'd also say that you're obviously okay with the plan you've come up with, because you're still sporting that erection."

"Yeah. That's another pain in the ass thing about a big penis."

Wonder if he meant that, or was this a `no pun intended' thing?

"It's pretty difficult to hide, and when you're always thinking about when sex is going to happen, it's up a lot. What did you think of my plan?"

"I'm not gonna lie, I think it's well thought out, but we should address the actual elephant in the room."

He grinned slightly. "That seems rude. I know I have a big penis, but an elephant trunk it's not."

"Nice. That's one of those witty comebacks you can use. Good for you, but the elephant I was talking about was why you'd want to ask me. I'm pretty sure Blake would love to show you anything you wanted to know."

"I know, but it would feel weird, being that he's my friend and team mate. If I can't handle it, I'd feel really awkward around him afterward. If I couldn't do it with you, then it'd be no big deal because you're my therapist, and in my mind you're here to help me with problems, so it would make sense."

"That's well thought out. I can respect that," I said nodding.

"Plus, I gotta figure you know what you're doing being gay and married. I've had attempted shitty blowjobs before, and I'm sure I'd get depressed if Blake couldn't give a good one either. If you gave me a proper blowjob, then at least I know they exist, and would be okay with only a partially good one from Blake. If that sort of makes sense."

It doesn't, but I really want Blake to hear that Jalen doesn't think he'd give good head. His reaction alone would be worth all of this. "I'm sure I follow, but what if I can't give you the blowjob you imagine in your head? How will that change the whole plan?"

"Hmmm...good question, but I don't think you'd be bad at sex. I hear stuff, so I'm thinking you know more than Blake for sure."

Oh, please let Blake hear some of this. We're popping his ego bubbles all over the place, and he's not here to witness it. "I'm flattered for sure..."

"But you don't want to blow me," he said looking overly sad.

"I didn't say that," I replied quickly.

He looked up at me fast. "So, you will blow me? Oh, god. It's gonna happen. I was hoping you'd be okay with the idea. I came up with it this morning...well, maybe like last night when I was think dreaming."

Think dreaming? That's a new one. "Jalen, we're back to those deep breaths again," I said with a thin smile. "I was going to say, I'm flattered for sure, but I know for an absolute fact that Blake would give you a blowjob that would curl your toes, and set the bar for all other blowjobs you'd receive. You'd come back for more, likely even overtaking your thought to be with Sienna."

He shook his head. "No, no blowjob would ever be that good. All I see in my head when I close my eyes is Blake inside Sienna going back and forth and wondering how it's gonna feel to do that. I'm pretty sure that's my goal, so I gotta do the steps to get there. So can I ask you officially, would you please give me a blowjob so I can eventually fuck Sienna?"

In my head I already had it well down the back of my throat, working my tongue over his shaft like it were stripping paint. "How about we go a little slow in case you change your mind. Stand up and come over here. Let me take a close look at that impressive dick."

He stood and came over, surprisingly letting his cock swing free in front of him. It was like looking at crane in a construction site as the thing swung left and right. Now who was hypnotizing whom? He stopped in front me, so I opened my legs a bit and pulled him between them. I gently reached up and cupped his balls hanging low in the sac.

"Those are some good size plums," I said while casually fondling them. "When did you cum last?"

"Last night, in the shower."

I nodded as I stared at his strong cock. "Doesn't look like it affected your ability to get hard."

"Nothing affects that unfortunately," he said looking down at himself. "Like maybe for 15 minutes after I cum, but then it's right back up again. It stays down when I'm diving, but I think that's because of the cold water, and the fact I have to really concentrate on dives."

"Probably," I said as I wrapped my hand around his penis to give it a good feel. It was definitely one impressive piece of meat. If this had just been some random boy asking me to suck him off, we'd be halfway through it already, but I was working out things in my head as I looked at the Jalen's package in front of me. He's Blake's friend and basically a client. Does he have to actually pay something to be considered a real client? That might be the loophole. On the other hand, he's a horny boy asking for some experience so he doesn't embarrass himself in front of his peer group, and let's face it, he has a cock that you should never turn down when it's offered.

As I contemplated my options, I opened my mouth and leaned forward to slip the head inside and work my tongue around it. He's a mouthful, that's for sure, and it was perfect. To my horny brain, there was no more thinking to be done. I pulled on his balls, which got him to inch closer, which in turn had me slip more of his cock into my mouth. I needed to control my breathing for this, as there was no doubt he'd be cutting off my air supply as I got going. I'd made up my mind to give him the most amazing blowjob he'd ever have. He'd get one from Blake and maybe a half dozen girls, but always think back to this one as the gold standard.

I made fast work of getting eight inches into me, and really working the shaft with my tongue, and his balls with my hand. I had my other hand in his hip to steady him, and he'd placed one of his hands on my shoulder. As I worked the last couple inches down my throat, or maybe more correctly, into my stomach, I kept wetting my index finger on the hand that was fondling his balls. Each time I returned it to his package, I eased it between his legs and rubbed up along his crack. Each time I pressed a little, he took a deep breath, and wiggled his toes. I could feel how nervous he was, as the hand on my shoulder was shaking badly. It wasn't unexpected.

"I'm gonna cum soon," he said after only a few seconds after I'd gotten his entire cock in me. I eased back and took my hands off him.

I looked up, and he had that look of lust in his eyes that you see on every horny boy. "Just try to hold on, I'm going to really give you something to remember. He wasn't the only one that was horny. All my brain was thinking is that I'd like to spin this boy around, eat his ass for a few minutes before I fished my cock out, dropped him down onto it and fucked the hell out of him. But that wasn't the step-by-step plan Jalen had worked out to get him fully inserted into a vagina. I grabbed his balls again and pulled gently as I took his cock into my mouth, resuming the blowjob. As I buried my face in the stubble of his pubic hair that had begin to grow back, I once again wet my finger and rubbed it up to his tiny virgin hole. I pushed in slightly. Not enough that he was being penetrated, but enough that he could feel his sphincter about to give way. I moved my finger back to my mouth for a good coating of saliva, before I made one last run at him before the climax. I used my index finger to play with his puckered ring, while the rest of my hand was working his balls. I sucked his cock much faster now, using all the suction and tongue I had to really give him the best of the best. I was really focused on not gagging and choking each time I got past the eight inches.

"Oh god. I'm gonna cum," he said, sounding slightly panicked as his hand gripped my shoulder. I sucked him harder and shoved my finger deep into his ass to go for his prostate. He clamped so hard onto it, that I'm sure I heard several of the bones break. His whole body tensed up and he moved up onto his toes a little as I got a full blast of cum into me. I hadn't quite timed my breathing properly and he was cumming as I was trying to pull back to get some air. That's never a good look. I held on and let him pump what he had directly into my stomach, before I had no choice but to pull back and get air. I squeezed his cock of any remaining goodness, while simultaneously pulling my finger out of his ass.

I kept hold of his balls and stared at his cock as he came down from the orgasmic high. "Now for the Yelp review. How was your first proper blowjob?"

He just stood there with his mouth open, staring at me. Great, I've broken him and he's gone into a coma. That's gonna be hard to explain to the paramedics as they wheel him away. Fortunately, he snapped out of it.

"Wow. That was AWESOME!" He said exploding with enthusiasm. His second explosion in less than a minute. "Is it always like that? Holy shit. Am I allowed to go again?"

"Better or worse than you imagined?" I asked unnecessarily as I kept hold of him. No way I'm letting go of this penis until I have to. I leaned in to give the top of the shaft a little lick. I avoided the head as that's the most sensitive part after cumming, and would get the penis yanked away the fastest.

"A thousand times better," he said taking a deep breath, which also made his balls move in my hand. "Do girls actually know how to do that? Is Blake that good at it too?"

"Girls? I'm not sure, but I think with practice they could be. You just needed to know what it felt like so you could give them instructions. Blake, probably has enough skills to please you."

"Did I do okay? Like did I last long enough?" He asked looking for genuine feedback.

I have two ways I could go with this answer. One would be to say he did great and that anyone blowing him would enjoy it a lot, which would perhaps give him the confidence to ask Blake next. The other way was to tell him it was a good start, and after just a couple more times, he'd be able to control it to make it worthwhile, thereby ensuring I got to blow him again. Guess which way I went?

"You certainly did better than it sounds like you did with the one girl, where you came before you ever got started. Like I told you before, the more you do it, the better control you'd have. The idea is to last long enough that you can get to the next step. Ideally you want to hold on until you've had several minutes of intercourse to get you partner as excited as you are."

"That sound like it's gonna be tough, especially if I cum so fast from just a blowjob," he reasoned.

"Just remember that trick I told you about earlier. Jerk off beforehand. That way you'll be less sensitive and you'll find you can perform longer. In a case where two guys are doing it, 69 and get each other off. Take a break and then come back for the fucking. You'll go considerably longer. When you're with a girl, I recommend getting off before you get together. Better if you're calmer when you start."

"That sounds like it makes sense. My penis is already going back down," he said looking at it.

"True, but I'm willing to bet that if I played with it again, it'd go right back up. Only this time, you'd last a lot longer and really be able to enjoy the sensation of the fellatio."

"Fellatio?"

"That's the official name for a blowjob," I explained.

"Oh. So, are we gonna do it again? I think I'd like to see what it's like when I'm not crazy horny."

I grinned as I leaned in and lifted his semi-hard cock back into my mouth. I'm sure it inflated to full size faster than any penis I've ever seen. He lasted a couple minutes longer the second time, but still nutted off sooner than I would have liked.

"I did better that time, didn't I?" He asked.

"You did," I admitted, stopping short of telling him he could do better.

"Ummm, just curious. Like both times you did that, you sort of stuck your finger up my butt. Is that always part of a blowjob?"

"Not always. It just makes you cum harder. I touch your prostate which helps stimulate you."

"Would I last even longer if the finger didn't go in there?"

Again, another question that you could answer one of two ways. The real answer is yes, but how is that helpful? "You might, but the orgasm wouldn't be anywhere near as enjoyable, and at the and of the day, it's all about having the best climax you can."

He nodded. "Oh, okay. Just wondering."

"Looks like you're only a couple steps away from the final goal now," I pointed out.

"Yeah. Is actual sex better than a blowjob like that? If it is, I'm never gonna get through it."

"Done right, actual sex is considerably better than that. Don't worry, you'll get through it. How about I give you one last thing to remember before you head home?"

"Like what?" He asked curiously.

"Turn around," I said, letting go of his still erect penis, and putting my hands on his hips to spin him 180 degrees. "Open your legs a bit, then bend over and grab your ankles."

He did it without question, giving me an unrestricted view of his ass. He turned his head to look at me. "Are you planning on fucking me? I don't think I'd be ready for something like that yet."

"Not today," I assured him. "One day I would like to, but not today. I just thought I'd show you something that girls won't usually do for you." I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them further apart before I lowered my face in to the crack, and licked the full length of it. He stood partially upright as my tongue touched him, but I made him return to the starting position and told him to stand still. I licked him a couple more times, before plunging my tongue into his ass, and pulling him back against me firmly. I worked as deep into him as I could. I used one hand to reach around and stroke his cock back to fully erect, then stopped.

He stood up and turned around almost knocking me out with that bat between his legs.

"How'd you like that?" I grinned as I looked up at him, reaching to fondle his balls casually.

"That was different. I mean really different. Girls don't do that?"

"Not any that I've heard of. That's more a guy-on-guy thing as we know how to turn each other on. Looks like you didn't hate it," I teased as I grabbed his erection.

"I'm not even sure what I felt. It surprised me when you licked me, and then when you put your tongue right in, it sort of tickled, but then was like some tiny shocks through my entire body."

"If I kept going while jerking you off, you'd have cum pretty hard. If you ever want someone to do that again, all you need to do is ask if they'd rim you."

"Rim?" He clarified.

"Yep. That's what it's called. Rimming. Ask Blake to do it if he gives you a massage and you'll never enjoy a massage as much ever again."

"Thanks Justin. I guess I should get going. Thanks for helping me again. I'm gonna see if I can man up enough to hang out with Sienna while Blake is away."

"Good luck," I told him as he got redressed.

I walked him to the door, and almost ran upstairs to put another notch in the straight boy belt. I remember when I got that belt. So nice and shiny with that fresh virgin leather smell. Now it's mostly notches, and smells like the inside of a boy's gym locker after a weekend orgy.

I didn't say anything to anyone about Jalen's visit...you know, the whole confidentiality thing, but I was already hoping he'd return again. I knew when he did, we'd fuck. Not sure who would do whom, but we'd fuck. I think these therapy sessions are going well so far. I have a real knack for this stuff. I had my own dream that night, and I enjoyed all ten inches of it over and over and over.

Blake came home from school late the next day with a big grin on his face. He threw his backpack on the kitchen island and grabbed something to drink. "Wanna know where I was?"

"I've learned to answer no to that question," I replied quickly.

"Gonna tell you anyway. You're a pretty good shrink, you know that?"

"Thanks. Why?" I asked skeptical.

"I went to Jalen's after school," he said as he sat down.

"Nice. Doing homework together, or just hanging out?"

"Hanging out. He asked me for a massage," he said with a giant grin on his face, making it pretty obvious where this was going.

"Oh yeah? Guess with all those dives you guys do, massages must feel pretty good on the muscles."

He just looked at me still smiling. "I know that you were the one to tell him to ask me."

"How would you assume something like that?"

"Oh, only because I recognized words he used as being from you. Then when I was massaging his ass cheeks, he asked me if I knew what rimming was. That's totally on you as he didn't know shit about it before. Did you actually fuck him when he talked to you?"

I laughed. "Blake, even if I had, I wouldn't be able to tell you; anymore than I could tell you what else we discussed. He has to be the one to reveal it if he wanted you to know."

"Well, he didn't swear me to any secrecy thing? Wanna know what happened?"

"As an interested party, and out of professional interest as a psychologist, I'd enjoy hearing what took place between the two of you."

"God, your shrink speak is terrible. If I had a session with you and you said shit like that, I'd put my clothes back on and be out of there so fast," he said shaking his head. "That's why I like going to Nate. He talks to me like a regular person, and not my dad trying to be all politically correct, and making me feel like he is beating around the bush as he gave me advice."

"Maybe it's because I'm actually your dad giving you life lessons. Okay, so tell me. How far did the two of you go?"

"I already told you, Dad. We went back to his place," he giggled before taking another sip of his drink. "Obviously, as soon as he asked about rimming, instead of just telling him, I showed him. I mean he was already getting a massage, so I figured why not. He was so fucking horny that when he turned over, he was leaking precum everywhere. I didn't even ask, and gave him a blowjob like he's never experienced before."

"Did you get all the way down on him?" I asked curiously.

"Not all the way. He was squirming pretty hard, so the last inch was almost impossible as he kept bucking and probably would have puncture a lung or something if I'd been that deep. I got nine inches at least. I don't think he noticed, especially when I fingered his ass at the same time. I edged him like four times, until I asked if I could ride it."

"Did you ride it?" I asked, feeling like I was holding my breath for the big climax to a movie.

"I don't think he was sure at first, but I kept blowing him as I took my clothes off. Then I straddled him and ran his dick up and down my ass crack. He gave me a small nod, and then put his arm over his eyes. That's sort of the universal boy signal to just do it. I lubed that sucker and had it in me before he could change his mind."

"Damn. Speaking as another gay guy, I'm sort of jealous. That is one massive cock, and a big accomplishment to get something like that in you. Did you take it all?"

"Like you need to ask," he said grinning even wider. "Took him all the way down to the pubes and rode that sucker like I stole it. He came before I did, and I think it grossed him out when I shot my load all over him, but dude, that was one epic fuck."

I patted him on the back. "I'll be honest, I'd have loved to have seen that. How's your ass?"

"A little sore, but satisfied. Jalen asked if that would be enough for him to be able to fuck Sienna now. I told him that we'd need to go it again in front of her, but she'd be happy with that. I told him he did really great, especially with the blowjob. Most guys cum pretty fast their first time."

"That's true, but I think he's had a few partial blowjobs from past girlfriends," I reasoned.

"Yeah, and one big blowjob from you, right?" He grinned, staring at me.

"If that's what helps you process all this, then you go right on fantasizing whatever that underdeveloped brain can come up with," I smirked as I kissed him on the side of his head.

"I know you did something as he was way too calm for his first time. I'll find out. You know I will," he said, almost as a challenge.

"If there's anything to find out, I'm sure you'd be the one to do it. What's next for Jalen in your plan? You and Sienna going to hook up with him in the three-way?"

"Probably. I haven't completely decided yet or not. I'll see how he is in school tomorrow. I'd still like to fuck his ass before I let him have Sienna. I mean once he gets her, I have a feeling he'll have way more confidence. Then he's not going to be as willing to let me do him again, since he'll probably be doing tons of girls after that."

"I wonder if he'll handle that as well as he did today? It's one thing to get blown, rimmed, and shove your cock in someone. It's a whole different story having someone as big as you split their ass open."

"And don't forget making him choke on the pole first," he teased.

"You're thinking of getting him to blow you?" That should be interesting.

"Not a real blowjob. I doubt he'd be into that, but I want him to at least try a little of it. I mean if he's gonna be eating pussy, sucking a dick shouldn't be any problem. I like both, but if I was given a choice in a long line, I'd do the dicks first."

"Me too buddy. Me too. Except there'd be no `first' about it. I'd ONLY do the dicks."

"You should see a therapist, Dad. You may have vaginaphobia."

"Is it contagious?" I asked, trying to sound playfully concerned.

"In this house, it is," he giggled.

"Good luck with Jalen. I'd be interested in hearing how it goes, and of course I'd love to hear about his reaction when you let him have Sienna."

"Jalen will probably come home with me tomorrow at exactly 3:48, and by 4:02pm, I'm sure he'll be getting another massage. You might actually hear how it goes shortly after that." He took another sip of his drink and tried to act like he hadn't just told me exactly when to spy on him. If I were into doing, which I'm not...of course. I just remembered I think we're overdue to check the video camera system to make sure everything is functioning in case of an emergency. I'll schedule that for tomorrow afternoon at say 3:55pm, when I have some free time.

I actually helped Blake with his homework as he was doing social studies, and I knew most of what he was studying. I'm useless at helping him with math, and if he had chemistry, we'd probably have blown the house up by now. Gym doesn't have homework, and I'm pretty sure he's teaching his health class, especially the sexual development segment.

I paced around the house the next afternoon, like a caged animal in an 80's style zoo. 3:45 came and went and no sign of the pair I'd been expecting. It was almost 6:00pm when he finally strolled in the door. I just looked at him, and he gave me a smile and a shrug.

"Sorry, we ended up going to Sienna's place instead. It was closer."

"And?" I asked as if he should be providing more detail on his own without being prodded. He knows how it works around here.

"Sorry, Dad, but as soon as Sienna asked Jalen if he was ready to play doctor, we had to invoke doctor/patient confidentiality. Only Jalen can tell you what happened for sure." He kept a straight face and walked past me to the kitchen to get some water.

"Touché. Now tell me. Did you fuck him, or just repeat yesterday, and let him have Sienna afterward?

"Guess you'll just have to wait to find out, Dad. You and everyone else..." He walked off to the stairs, and up to his room. Damn it.

You want to know the real problem with cliff-hangers?

End of Chapter.

Much more ahead. Blake off to film season two of Blurred Lines, and Justin curing people like he was the next Sigmund Freud. Probably not that last one... Did someone really name their kid Sigmund? Just asking.

Comments and suggestions for the future of the boys is always welcome at outinwest@gmail.com. Follow my Twitter @outinwest for notifications for the next chapter of any of my stories. I should sell merch like a YouTuber. Society Boys lube and tissues. Maybe logo'd Bugattis? Triple J action figures. How much action would THAT be, yipes? Off to see a therapist now.