I believe kids should limit themselves to age-appropriate reading. This story is not in that category and should not be read by under 18. I don't want it nor do I condone it.
The Wellington Institute filled the top story of a modern building in the 50's at Park Avenue, New York. There were twelve staff operating out of six private interview rooms. There was also one nurse practitioner for physical exams when necessary. Testimonial letters in silver frames lined the outer hallway and waiting room. This gave the impression that the agency was the Mother Theresa of sexual cures.
The organization was founded by Lewis Glanz about thirty years earlier, and he still was titular head. His thick white hair and rugged body and booming voice, at sixty, filled the large space.
Jeff Gallant was the youngest member of the organization. He had joined just about a year ago. Jeff had a masters in counseling, not a degree that was impressive to Glanz. He would have preferred a masters in social work or better a doctorate in psychology as he boasted, but Jeff was, to Glanz's estimation, a real find. The young man was very handsome, in that Irish/English way. His crisp, curly black hair and light blue eyes under heavy brows were hypnotic. A bit of a gym rat, he never missed five days workouts. It showed in his muscular but lean physique. He had the personality to make immediate contact with everyone he met, was completely comfortable with his own sexuality. Jeff was a true bi-sexual. He loved both men and woman and couldn't imagine living without the intimacies from and with each.
Wellington utilized three treatment modalities. The most common was interviews and suggestions and then return visits to evaluate. This often is all that is necessary in most cases. The second involved sex surrogates. He excelled in that treatment and usually when either partner returned to the other, they reported a great improvement in their sexual life. Glanz had lectured to the staff many times that sex has many aspects, love of course, physicality and even a bit of athleticism. The third type of treatment was sexual coaching. The therapist would be present and teach the couple, as they engaged in sex, how to be better at it and learn the other's wants.
He had already had twenty clients since arriving and the results were excellent. The Institute charged one thousand dollars per visit at the office here and twice that for home visits. Jeff had produced more cash flow than any others by the home visit fees he produced and the number of new clients that were referred by his past clients. In short, he was a gold mine.
On this particular day he was in his interview room with an older woman client who was just finishing her term of treatment. She had been a widow for five years and came to the institute because she was experiencing overwhelming sexual desire. Jeff helped her find a life style which would enable her to meet and enjoy men and avoiding risks, both to her health, emotions and her considerable wealth. She had never dreamed that there were excellent guys out there who enjoyed sex with older gals and were cultured and perfect company for an evening out. She left the treatment today and said that she had already interested several of her widowed friends in using the Institute to enrich their lives. "Jeff, of all the young men, you are the most accomplished, the most delicious and the best looking. If I were really rich, a billionaire, instead of a millionaire, I would tempt you into a permanent relationship. Shit, I'd buy this place."
He kissed her goodbye and gently unwound her arms that encircled his neck. He felt the beginning of an erection and thought that any age group could trigger his sexual arousal. He sat back at his desk and made some final notes on the widow. He had an appointment in ten minutes with a new couple. As typical, he would meet with the woman of the couple first. The medical workup and pictures of the pair were on his desk as well as a synopsis of the presenting problem so he had some background before seeing them.
The photos were of a very attractive couple in their late twenties. He was an assistant principal at the Long Island high school; she was a director of a social service agency for unwed mothers. The sexual history indicated that they were raised by strict religious parents and came to their marriage with zero experience. The problem seemed to develop that they absorbed the first blush of excitement from their sexual unions, but now sex had become bland. In fact, the male, Chet, had resumed his younger masturbatory sex. This came from a confidential interview. His wife, Gloria knew nothing about that, but he would have been surprised to learn that she too had begun to use a device to achieve organism. Her girlhood friend had taught her and there was some indication that the friend had aspirations of becoming a lover.
The physical report was interesting because the nurse had jotted some of her own impressions. "Chet was physically healthy, a lovely specimen of manhood though a little chunky. The smooth pink and tan colored complexion of his body was a definite sexual plus." She recommended that we discuss better penal hygiene with the lad. "He has a thick, loose foreskin. It's the kind that is easy to keep clean, but it has a slight odor from a small amount of smegma." She thought this was a little odd since he knew he was going to be examined. She guessed that he might like his own strong smells.
The page on Gloria indicated a strange interlocking of this smell thing. The report noted, "Gloria is a tall, willowy woman with larger breasts than this type of build usually processes. They are beautifully shaped and very pert. Her overall physique is appealing, nice legs, buttocks and the rest. But there was one thing I noticed; she had a slight odor from her vagina. It was hardly noticeable but it was definitely there." Again, the nurse wondered about even a slight presence when she knew she was going to be examined. The nurse stated, the therapist ought to look into this.
The buzzer on his intercom went off. "Yes, send her in," he said to the box, pleased that Gloria was on time. She entered briskly. The walk suggested that she had studied ballet and it turned out to be true. That straight back effortless stride was very appealing. She stopped in the doorway and stared at Jeff. He asked if something was wrong. "No," she assured him, "but I expected an older man." She moved closer and inspected him. "You are quite a dish mister. I can see that woman would go nuts over you, but I was told that you are bi-sexual. How nice that you share the wealth. I don't, however, think that Chet will be comfortable. He is definitely a homophobe," (She really thought so. It was not true. His classic rants about fags are a typical cover for some men to hide their interest in males.)
"And you are not?"
"Well you know about my sexual history. I can enjoy both, maybe women have an edge."
Jeff usually allowed the client to lead the way, so he let the subject that was on the table go on.
"Do you find that women are better lovers?"
"Not necessarily, but I have had no experience with any guy but Chet. Women know the hot spots and they are gentle and patient. They can read the signs to produce an orgasm." She seemed to be flushed. "Oh my, I am getting sexed up just from talking about this."
"Okay," he said, "Let's go to a different subject. What is wrong with sex with Chet?"
"Wow, you get right to it. Well he is a very attractive man. His body is sweet and sexy. If he was a sinewy, hairy guy I probably could even have sex with him. And his face, the face of a young adolescent, sweet and cute."
"So, sounds perfect."
She took a deep breath. "I feel disloyal but Chet doesn't know women. He had no experience when we married and he hasn't learned from doing. He fails to read any clues I give."
What about foreplay? What does it consist of? Do engage in oral sex? What about kissing?"
"Ah you have hit on a problem with us Jeff. I hope this is something you will address. Neither of us are kissers. You know the mouth is full of germs. As far as Jeff performing oral on me, I would like it. He is not happy the few times he did it and that put me off. And as far as sucking him, ugh. He pees out of that thing." I told her that shipwrecked sailor drink their urine without bad effects. She said that she'd remember that if she were shipwrecked.
"How do you feel about the suggestion of using a sex coach? You read our literature."
"I love Chet with all his faults. He's a good guy. If this procedure will save our relationship I'm for it."
After she left he made a few notes and before long Chet arrived. "Hi guy," he said heartily, as he entered. He was taller than Jeff expected, and much more attractive. His brown blond hair was across his forehead like a kid's. He had a kid's button nose that must explain his wife's remark about his looking like a kid. His large blue eyes opened extra wide frequently when he was surprised by a statement. That was very engaging. Jeff also noticed that when he smiled with his big white teeth that his cheeks puffed up and caused his eyes to turn to slits. He better be careful, he could be arrested for DWS (driving while smiling) because when he smiled, he must not be able to see. His voice was a surprise, he crooned. Jeff guessed he probably had a good singing voice.
"How do you feel about homosexuals?" Jeff decided he might as well get right to it because if the guy was really nuts on the subject, Jeff would have to use a different approach.
"There are hunky kids in my high school. I can't say that I haven't wondered what it would be like to see them naked, or..........."
"Yes," Jeff encouraged him.
"Well I never had any boy/boy experience and I have never sought it, but I know it's out there."
"Tell me about your masturbation. How often, how powerful is the effect."
"Yow, you really cut to the chase. I love it, I do it every day."
"Where?"
"In my office at school, just close the door."
"What do you use to stimulate yourself?"
He seemed a little embarrassed, but haltingly he offered that he looked at the various yearbooks in his office. "The girls are cute and the guys----they also help."
He told Jeff that his orgasm is much stronger than when he has intercourse. "Sometimes I shout out when I cum and once my secretary knocked on the door to find out if I was okay. I told her I was just practicing a speech." He laughed like a kid, crinkling up his eyes.
When I questioned Jeff about foreplay and oral I got similar answers. Jeff advised me that the vagina was right there next to the pissing organ. He said that the few times Gloria had perform oral sex on him, that her face showed that she hated it and that put him off. "I lost my hard on," he volunteered.
Jeff invited the two into the room and got agreement that he would try a sex coaching at their apartment two days hence. He gave them instructions about hygiene. "You should both wash your hair, and your sexual organs also. Chet should shave and both of you get manicures and pedicures. In fact, you ought to keep this up always, if you are going to have the best sex together." He also handed them each a box. "You will find a blue silks robe for Chet and a red one for you, Gloria. I will be wearing a white one."
Chet asked if they were expected to be naked underneath. Jeff said, I will be, you can make your own decisions. Gloria smiled with amusement at the thought that Jeff would be naked with them, Chet looked troubled. "I hope this isn't going to be a threesome. I am not too comfortable with a naked guy in our bed."
Jeff told them to relax. He would only be there to help them.
Two nights later, eight PM, as arranged, Jeff called up on the intercom in their building lobby and a nervous sounding Chet told him to come up and pressed the buzzer. They lived on the second floor. He realized he could have walked up the stairs. Chet stood just inside the open apartment door. He was dressed in a pair of black under shorts, the robe nowhere to be scene. He looked Jeff over. "You look different in a sport shirt and cargo shorts. The suit made you look like a doctor. Come in, Gloria is making a pitcher of her special punch."
"I'll just slip into the bathroom and change into my white robe."
Chet looked a little uncomfortable but pointed out the door to the bathroom.
In a less than a minute Jeff returned, the robe was tightly wrapped around him and the belt tied over his small waist. The robe was rather short and his muscular legs, decorated with black Irish hair were in evidence. Chet glanced at them then reddened when Jeff caught him looking.
The apartment was modestly furnished. He didn't think that either of them was into fancy décor, but it was friendly and comfortable. Gloria wore the red robe. She was carrying a tray with three glasses and a pitcher. "I guess you can drink on duty."
"Sure can."
She poured the three tall flutes; they three drank in silence, waiting for Jeff to guide them to the first step.
He was quite taken with Chet. The kid was really sexy looking, broad chest with some nice muscles, hairless except for some ginger colors pits. Chet's hair was also reddish brown Jeff noticed as he sat under a reading lamp, on the couch.
Gloria laughed, "I feel as though I should get a deck of cards and we should begin to play strip poker."
"No actually," Jeff dove in, we should go to the bedroom and disrobe and begin to initiate foreplay.
Chet let out a long puff of air he had been holding. "You don't waste time. Geez, I hope I am up for this." This he laughed at the unintentional double entendre.
At Jeff direction the two lay on the double bed, on their backs, looking at little strained and embarrassed. "Folks, you know that guys get ready for intercours3e faster than girls do, but still it shows love when the man is stimulated also. Have you ever tried playing with Chet's nipples?" They both laughed. Obviously this was a new idea to them. I sat down on the edge of the bed and put my hand on Chet's smooth chest and lightly passed one finger over his left nipple. He jumped slightly but he continued; now flicking and going back and forth. He began breathing a little deeper and his cock began to thicken. It gave Jeff a chance to look it over. Yes, just as the nurse had said, it had a thick, loose foreskin. It must be heaven to wank with that slipping warmly over the head. Jeff reached for Gloria's hand and placed it on Chet's chest, over one pec. "Do what I just did."
Gloria seemed to enjoy it. She added a fillip of her own as she leaned down and gave the nub a few licks. "It's like a mini-penis," she exclaimed with surprise.
"Oh Babe, this is good. I could enjoy this all night."
Jeff interrupted the new activity. "Now let's take this up a few notches. He slipped out of his robe, revealing his tight abs and upper muscular development. His chest was lightly sprinkled with black hair and both Gloria's and Chet's eyes stared at his crotch. Jeff had perfuse pubic hair that stretched from hip to hip. He didn't believe in shaping the hair, left it natural. His flaccid penis hung rather long and nestled at the depression at the top of his low hanging balls. He looked more naked with his maleness on display than his subjects. Chet was more like a grown up baby in shape.
Suddenly Chet blurted, "You're not going to fuck my wife. I didn't contract for that." He was half raised from the bed.
"No, no, I'm a catch, although when necessary, I will demonstrate. You can always stop me."
Jeff grabbed his robe and reached into the large side pocket and extracted a packet. He opens it and showed them a condom. He explained that this was a special kind of condom; he didn't recommend it for disease prevention or blocking contraption because it was too thin, but for playtime, it was perfect. "I'm going to place it on Chet's penis. Is that okay?"
"I guess so."
"Gloria, watch carefully so you can do this yourself. You know kids, it is not necessary to use this, but I know you are both over fastidious and I hope this will get you started but later on your will dispense with this covering. However, to Chet, it will feel as though he is uncovered."
Chet's organ was only half hard. Jeff grabbed it and proficiently shook it to full hardness. He placed the still rolled rubbed at the tip, pushed the kid's foreskin down and unrolled the rubber over the entire shaft, down to the blond/ red sparse pubes. Chet's lips parted to get more breath. Jeff turned to Gloria, now do you think you can work on this?"
She smiled mischievously. "Can you demonstrate?"
Jeff shrugged. "No problem. Chet?" Chet just shrugged and turned his face to the side, but the other two noticed that his cock had risen and was stiff and pulsing slightly.
Jeff leaned down and licked the top of the covered organ. Jeff breathed heavier. Jeff put the head into his lips and licked in a circular motion. Gloria was almost on top of Jeff, her face close and watching. Jeff relaxed his throat and took the entire penis into his throat. He paused and swallowed, several times, giving Chet a strong novel stimulation. Chet made a few sounds, more like grunts. Gloria clapped her hands, "He liked it. Oh, Jeff, you are good at this."
Jeff allowed Chet's organ to slide out of his mouth. He took a tissue and blotted it. "It's your turn Gloria."
He put his hand on the back of her head and urged her downward. She relaxed and in a moment was imitating what she had seen Jeff to. Chet moaned loudly as he lips moved up and down the shaft. "Yow, that's fabulous honey. I'm afraid I'm going to cum if you keep that up."
"Do it if you wish," Jeff said, the semen will be caught in the rubber.
Gloria pulled away. "No, no boys. I want him randy when he works on me. Let's get to my fun."
"Right," Jeff said. He reached into his other robe pocket and took out another packet. Inside was a flat square of condom of the same material as the one on Chet except that this was merely a flat square of about six inches. "You can use this, Chet but soon you will want to try it without the barrier."
Gloria was already on her back. Jeff took her legs and parted them and lifted her knees slightly. "Oh yeah," she said, already getting turned on. Chet frown but got close to her vagina as Jeff spread the square in place. Jeff showed Chet how he creased his tongue to produce a point, "To stimulate her clitoris. You do know about that?"
"Yes, I use my finger usually, but not too much. She didn't seem to show she liked it."
Jeff mused a moment, "Probably because you quit to soon, or you were too rough."
Jeff stuck out his tongue and rimmed the vagina lips. Gloria exclaimed "Oh my." He then pushed his long tongue inside, allowing the condom to slide inside and quickly found her hot spot that was already beginning to erect. He moved out and showed Chet the tongue motion to use. He reentered and his head bobbed slightly as he tongued the clit. Gloria was undulating her hips in lust. "Okay Chet, you got the idea? Now take my place."
Chet put his face on the covered area, noticing as Jeff moved away that his cock was hard and lying against his hairy stomach. This caused a black frown. But he got busy.
"Oh, sweetie, you're just as good as the doc. Keep it up."
After a few minutes of this, Jeff began to see that Gloria was going to have her orgasm and he wanted it to take place during intercourse so he stopped them. "Okay, now for the center ring. Chet, lie on your back. Gloria straddles his hips facing him. In this way you can control the action so that you will get off. Don't worry, he'll be right behind you."
Jeff's stiff cock was up like a periscope Gloria got into position and settled herself down on it. It slides in easily as she was already lubricated. As she bottomed out, her eyes rolled back and then closed. "This is heaven."
"Tell me about it," Chet croaked.
She began a posting action, up and down and also forward and back. Sometimes she lifted so far that she had to reinsert Chet's cock. She smiled down on him. "Sorry, I don't want to lose you for an instant. I just had some small tremors so I think I can get the big one in a moment."
"Go for it hon. I'll be right behind you."
Suddenly she was going into her orgasm. Her chest blushed red, her mouth fell slack, she grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, suddenly she began to wail. Chet had never heard her make a sexual sound before. It blew him over. Then she stopped moving, hung rigid and then screamed and laughed. 'This was the big one,' thought Jeff, a little jealous of the two as he stiff cock jumped up and down.
"Cum, cum Chet, shoot your stuff in me." He had never heard sex talk from and this really locked his brain down as he shouted to her, "Here is cums. Ugh, ugh,ugh," as his hips bucked up and his cock shot six times in her.
They fell away from each other painting. "Thanks buddy," Chet said. Gloria said, "Don't be so cool. Jeff, you're in my will. We love you."
Jeff left them with a few of the dental dams and extra thin condoms, reluctantly got dressed and left them naked, snuggling together. "One thing more," he said, just as he had his hand on the doorknob. About kissing. Get started. A little kiss when one of you gets home, a kiss when one says goodbye and a kiss at night before sleep. Make it a lovely habit. As the Lone Ranger said, 'my work is done here'. Call me in a few days and let me know how everything is working out.
They both said okay with drugged sleepy voices.
Three days later Chet called. "Excellent news. We did oral without any protection. It was super. Last night we did oral and both got off. We've fucked with great orgasms six times since you left. Do they still use saltpeter?"
"Excellent news. My best to Gloria."
"Wait fellow. Gloria wants you to come for coffee tonight maybe. She is making her special cake with the fun stuff baked in. Are you on? Good, bring your fuck robe and we'll be in ours."
That night Jeff arrived at the exact hour. He was greeted by the two in their robes. Gloria told him to get into the uniform of the night. He emerged from the bathroom in his whites and joined them at the low table that had a beautiful cake on it and three coffee cups.
Gloria giggled. "I learned to make this from my hippy Mom. You can't taste the hidden ingredient but it's the real stuff. If you accuse me of doctoring the cake I will deny it."
She cut a big slice for each and poured the nice aromatic black coffee. They chatted about Jeff's job and he told some funny experiences he had (no names of course). They chuckled over the stories and then laughed a lot. Jeff found himself doubled over with glee. He knew it was the pot. He also began to feel a little horny. They noticed it. Gloria joined him on the couch. "Jeff, you are one gorgeous boy. I've been lusting for you. I think Chet would like a thing with you. Take off that stupid KKK robe and come lay down on the sofa."
She pulled the robe off his shoulders and pushed him down. He was really high. It made him laugh uncontrollably. Also his cock began to buzz and lift up and lay across his stomach. Gloria slid out of her robe, baring those great breasts. "Feel 'em." She urged. He lifted his hand up and cupped them, then squeezed gently, then he passed his fingers over the nipple that immediately hardened and stuck out. She was breathing audibly. He felt a warm hand on his cock. Chet was lifting it away from his belly and slightly stroking it. "Geez, I'm on fire," he groaned to the two.
Gloria smoothed his cheek, "I want you to finish what you started in my pussy that night, and Chet has been mooning about how he could have tried sucking you. Let him get that out of his system."
Jeff said nothing. This was consent.
Gloria spread her thighs and moved over Jeff's face and settled down, her pussy right at his mouth. He kissed it. He extended his tongue and licked in a circular motion. She really moaned hard at that. He found her rapidly stiffening clitoris. It was a long one, almost a small cock. He had never done the next thing before but he was entranced and dizzy with lust for that organ. He pursed his lips and pushed them into her vagina, just managing to get the little clit into his lips and he began to suck. He sucked like a crazy man. He loved it. As for Gloria, she was transported. She couldn't ever imagine any sensation as hot as she was experiencing now. She began a crooning song, it was her orgasm song. It rose and fell in pitch and volume as the hot sensations hit her.
Jeff was almost out of his mind with overload. A moment before, Chet had taken his cock into his lips, just the head. He was swiping his tongue over the piss slip, driving him crazy. He humped his the trunk of his body trying to get into that hot mouth. Chet smiled to himself, that he had the teacher begging for his mouth. He allowed the stiff cock to enter his hot wet mouth and sucked gently as if he was on the teat. Jeff was moaning continuously as he ate out Gloria.
Chet was hard as steel. His cock was rubbing on the couch fabric and it was all he could do to keep from shooting. He was humming as he sucked and this was sensory overload for Jeff. Suddenly Gloria stopped her song, grew rigid, then let out a howl of passion and warm fluid flowed out of her pussy and wet Jeff's lips. This was too much for him. His body locked and he began shaking and thrusting his hips. Chet hung on, thrilled that he could produce this effect. The young Irish sex coach gave in to the voluptuous feelings that invaded every pore in his body. He groaned and spit drooled from his lips, his eyes rolled back and he saturated Chet's sucking mouth with such a quantity of spooge that Chet's Adam's apple rose and fell rapidly as he tried to drink it all. Finally there was no more. Chet took one more swipe of the oozing head and sat back on his heels, panting with excitement and exertions. Gloria was curled up half asleep. Jeff lay where he was, his chest heaving, trying to get oxygen.
After a few minutes Jeff sat up and helped Gloria to sit beside him. Chet remained in an Indian sitting position. Gloria tapped Jeff's arm. "Look at my poor lover. He's the only one unsatisfied in the room. Shall we?"
"Seems only fair. Suppose you take the mast and I'll take the crew's quarters and see what happens."
Chet was still dazed form his experience. They grabbed him and lay him on his back. He allowed himself to be positioned as if he were a puppet. They lifted his legs and bent his knees and the two of them put their heads inside the space between his legs. Gloria pushed his loose foreskin down and lapped at his pick head. Jeff got busy on his excellent ball sack. He noticed it was hairless and the balls were covered with a thick smooth white pouch and the shape was a perfect circle. He put his educated tongue at the very back of the ball sack, then swiped it upwards, not missing the sensitive top. His seeking lips met Gloria's as she slid vigorously up and down. Chet was dizzy with sensations as he made grunting sounds, then mewling cries as the double loving was bringing him to a crashing climax. He had been already at a peak from his own activities So that this heavy mouth fucking was bringing him to his culmination quickly. Suddenly he cried hoarsely, "I'm coming you fuckers, get ready." His fat cock seemed to pull inward, then grew longer and stiffer, he almost passed out as he began to shoot. Jeff could feel the balls pulling up almost half up the shaft. Gloria hummed as the nectar flowed into her mouth.
Later, over coffee, "No more cake," Jeff said. Gloria asked him in a worried voice, "Did I taste okay?" He assured her that it was like a bouquet of flowers.
She kissed her husband. "And you, delicious, nectar of the gods."
This was another successful case.
End
This idea of a sex councilor could also go into a story about a gay couple. It has possibilities. You and I hope that Jeff won't lose his license getting it on with clients.