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Therapy
When I was 15 my best friend and I began swapping blowjobs. We both liked girls but decided to try sucking each other off after watching porn one day. One day my mom walked in on us and she had a total meltdown. This was in the 90s in a very conservative family and my mom was convinced that I would suffer eternal damnation if I wasn't cured.
Mom insisted that I needed therapy and found a psychologist that specialized in my problem. In my first session with Dr. Pete he assured me that there was nothing wrong with being gay, even though I insisted that I wasn't. I told him I was just uncomfortable talking to girls and was just experimenting with my buddy.
Dr. Pete insisted that I go into detail about what we did and even encouraged me to continue having sex with my friend, only more discretely. Each session I would talk about what we did. Dr. Pete soon turned the conversation to anal sex. I told him I had never tried it and didn't want to. He said that I would enjoy it if I gave it a chance and suggested I try it with my friend. I was a little scared but eventually talked my friend into fucking me.
The next session Dr. Pete insisted on hearing the details. That was the first time I realized that he was getting aroused by talking about me having sex. I caught him rubbing his dick through his pants. Dr. Pete was in his late 20's and a good looking man. He was a runner and was in good shape. He saw that I was staring at his crotch and asked if it was ok if he jacked off. I said it was and we ended up jacking off together.
The next session started out with masturbating but quickly turned to Dr. Pete giving me a blowjob. From then on we had sex every session. Sometimes we just exchanged blowjobs and other times he would suck me and then fuck me.
I told my mom the sessions were working and pretended that Dr. Pete was making me less attracted to boys. The reality was that he turned me into a cock whore. Thanks to him, I was having sex with Dr. Pete, my best friend, and anyone else I could find. And my mom was paying $80 a week for it. Come to think of it, I should have asked Dr. Pete for half.
Mom insisted that I needed therapy and found a psychologist that specialized in my problem. In my first session with Dr. Pete he assured me that there was nothing wrong with being gay, even though I insisted that I wasn't. I told him I was just uncomfortable talking to girls and was just experimenting with my buddy.
Dr. Pete insisted that I go into detail about what we did and even encouraged me to continue having sex with my friend, only more discretely. Each session I would talk about what we did. Dr. Pete soon turned the conversation to anal sex. I told him I had never tried it and didn't want to. He said that I would enjoy it if I gave it a chance and suggested I try it with my friend. I was a little scared but eventually talked my friend into fucking me.
The next session Dr. Pete insisted on hearing the details. That was the first time I realized that he was getting aroused by talking about me having sex. I caught him rubbing his dick through his pants. Dr. Pete was in his late 20's and a good looking man. He was a runner and was in good shape. He saw that I was staring at his crotch and asked if it was ok if he jacked off. I said it was and we ended up jacking off together.
The next session started out with masturbating but quickly turned to Dr. Pete giving me a blowjob. From then on we had sex every session. Sometimes we just exchanged blowjobs and other times he would suck me and then fuck me.
I told my mom the sessions were working and pretended that Dr. Pete was making me less attracted to boys. The reality was that he turned me into a cock whore. Thanks to him, I was having sex with Dr. Pete, my best friend, and anyone else I could find. And my mom was paying $80 a week for it. Come to think of it, I should have asked Dr. Pete for half.
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# 50158 - by Xplorer / March 11, 2021
