Therapy
By: Giantguy
"Well, we have some time left, if there's anything else you want to
talk about."
You shift around in your chair. There is something, but how the
hell are you just going to blurt it out...
The counselor looks you over -- a thirtyish guy, the kind that looks
like he could be everybody's best bud. From the pictures and
diplomas on the wall you've figured out that he must have switched
over to counseling after a pretty good college baseball career. He
grins.
"Come on. Transferring to a new college is stressful. Believe me,
whatever's bugging you, chances are I've heard it before."
You feel yourself turning a little red. "Okay... it's my roommate."
The counselor settles back in his chair. This was going to be easy.
Roommate trouble.
"What about your roommate? You guys having problems? Fights?"
"No, no we pretty much stay out of each other's way... it's ... it's
... oh, never mind."
The counselor leans forward in his chair, reaching across to your
chair and settling a hand on your arm. "Tell me."
You look at the ceiling. "Well... he's uh ... he's big."
The counselor checks his notes quickly. "You said you got one of
the student apartments with a guy from the football team, right? So
he's a big guy. Does that intimidate you?"
"No... no I mean it does ... some ... maybe ... but yeah he's a big
guy ... but I meant that he's ... ya know ... BIG. He's got a big
one."
The counselor nods. "Okay. I got ya. We're talking penis size,
right? Seen him getting out of the shower or something?"
You nod, feeling like an idiot. "And walking around in the morning
... he doesn't like clothes too much."
"Now you know that comparing like that isn't going to get you
anywhere."
"I know ... it's just ... seeing that ... flopping around ... it
just makes me feel so ... so small. Tiny."
The counselor leans back again. From the look of the bulge in his
chinos, HE didn't have anything to worry about.
"It's a common insecurity. Every guy thinks all the other guys are
bigger. You just have to do your best to not think about it. The
more you think about it, the smaller you're going to feel. You with
me?"
"... yeah, the smaller I'm going to feel. Got ya."
You knew you couldn't tell this guy just how much bigger Mark was...
that you caught him one time in front of the TV, bending down and
actually getting his own cock in his mouth. You were just fucking
lucky Mark didn't see you.
"Okay, buddy, now we're out of time. See you next week. And tell
your roomie to wear some underwear," he grins, getting up to open
the door for you.
You spend some time in the library, not wanting to go home yet.
"... the more you think about it..." Fuck, once you got a look at
what was swinging between Mark's legs, there wasn't much else you
could think about. Just made you feel like you were shrinking
inside... you usually had pretty good self esteem but sometimes you
thought maybe Mark was actually showing off, trying to intimidate
you. Well, you were just going to have to get over it...
You get home to find a piece of paper scotch taped to the apartment
door.
"THE CENTRAL BOILER WILL BE SHUT DOWN FOR MAINTENANCE TONIGHT SO
THERE WILL BE NO HOT WATER AFTER 10 PM. -- THE MANAGEMENT."
You check your watch -- shit, a quarter to ten. You rush in,
already starting to pull your shoes off. Mark is there in his gym
shorts, all six-foot-three of him, kicking back on the couch,
yelling at ESPN, rubbing his hands through his crewcut in
frustration.
"Come on FUCKER what kind of a play is that?!!!"
You drop your books and the notice on the table, and head straight
to the bathroom. The apartment was small, but it had two bedrooms
and its own bathroom -- hell of a lot better than the dorm.
You get the water cranked -- great water pressure in the building --
great, looks like there's still lots of hot water going. After a
day like today, you just need a hot shower and sleep.
You've only been in the shower a few minutes when the bathroom door
bangs open. You can see Mark's silhouette through the shower
curtain.
"Hey! Mark, I'm in here."
"No shit. Whynt you tell me they were shutting off the hot water??"
"Figured you saw the sign. Everybody had em on their doors."
"You figured wrong." Mark rips the shower curtain back. "Now move
over."
You try to pull it closed again. "Get the fuck outta here man, I'll
be done in a couple of minutes!"
"You're gonna hog it all, asshole. I'm still skanky from the gym
and I got a late date tonight, so MOVE OVER."
You back up against the wall with the shower head over you. Mark
steps into the bathtub, almost filling the whole space.
"Never fuckin showered in PE before? Get the fuck over it," he
snarls. He reaches over you to adjust the shower head. You can see
the black hair in his armpits as the water rushes down his thickly
muscled arms, over his pecs, down along his flat stomach, pouring
down onto his...
Damn, his dick was looking like it was half hard. You press
yourself against the tile, trying to give it room. Was he going to
see you staring? You can't help it... the water is running down
over your face but you can see it jutting out, fat and heavy.
Mark takes a step back, turning himself around in the tight space so
the water can run down his back. "Now don't fuckin ask me to wash
your back or anything, asshole, just get rinsed off and get out."
You quickly try to rinse the soap off, but the showerhead is mostly
spraying in an arc above you, making it take longer. You bend
over, your back to the wall, trying to splash some water on your
legs, just as Mark turns back around.
You look up. There it is. Fucking huge. Right in your face. You
feel the blood drain away from your head ... the counselor's voice
echoing in your ear...
"... JUST GOING TO MAKE YOU FEEL SMALLER ... SMALLER ...SMALLER"
It's like all you can see is Mark's cock, the water rushing off it,
almost in slow motion. Then it seems like it's expanding, filling
your field of vision... Mark's cock and balls ... his powerful quads
on either side... towering over you like some kind of colossal
statue... your head is pounding...
"... SMALLER ... SMALLER ..."
You tilt your head back... Mark stands above you... huge ... water
is rushing everywhere... steam clouding your vision. You rub your
eyes... you're dizzy, it's making you lose your balance -- you grab
for something to hang on to --
Mark's calf, right at the ankle. You clutch on to it... looking up
... he looks two hundred feet tall...
Or you're two inches high.
Mark looks down suddenly, feeling you tugging on his leg hair.
Suddenly he's squatting down, water pouring off him everywhere,
reaching for you. You slip on the slick floor of the tub, and in
the next second Mark has you between his forefinger and thumb. He
stays on his haunches, examining you, a grin stretching across his
face.
"WELL LOOK AT YOU YA LITTLE FUCKER.."
You can feel the pressure of his fingers squeezing your ribcage,
making it hard for you to breathe. You've never seen his face so
close before, probing eyes under thick brows. Just the heat coming
off his body, pulsing through yours, is making you dizzier...
"HEY MAN, LOOK, YOU'RE GETTIN' A LITTLE HARDON..." Mark's laugh
booms through the shower like thunder. He rubs the thumb of his
other hand across it. "DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GONNA FUCK WITH THAT
THING..."
You look down below you... Mark's cock is slowly stiffening,
stretching out between his legs.
Mark sees where you're looking. "LOOKS LIKE IT'S GOIN' AROUND,
HUH..."
He shifts a little, giving his dick room. He thumps down on the
floor of the tub, sitting sprawled with his knees up, water still
cascading everywhere. You've heard him almost every night stroking
himself off in the shower -- he's loud -- would he actually -- still
-- ?
Mark suspends you above his cock as he wraps his fist around it. "I
KNOW YOU FUCKIN WANT TO SEE THIS, THE WAY YOU FUCKIN STARE. YOU
WANNA SEE HOW I GET MYSELF OFF... ?" He starts stroking it,
stopping every once in a while to bang his cock against his thigh,
making it harder. He holds you closer and closer, laughing.
"YEAH... GET A GOOD LOOK MAN. GOT WHAT YA ALWAYS WANTED, DIDN'T
YA?" He keeps jacking it, harder. "DAMN, I'M USUALLY USIN' TWO
HANDS BY NOW..."
In the next second he drops you ... there is a panicky moment of
freefall but a second later you are sprawled across his cockhead,
hanging on like you're riding a bull, as he begins to fist his cock
with both hands. You reach down to either side, grabbing on to the
thick ridge of his cockhead. The friction against your own cock is
making you harder than you've ever been in your life. You twist a
little... and suddenly feel your cock pushing inside Mark's
dickslit, as precum starts to ooze out and down his dick.
The steam is even thicker. All you can see is the shaft of Mark's
cock below you as you begin to fuck his piss slit, humping like
crazy as he works his cock with both hands. You feel yourself
getting close to shooting... ready to pass out from the intensity
... the sound of the water pounding down all around you like a
hurricane ... and you start to unload into Mark's dick.
As you shoot, you feel his cock swelling even harder. Down below,
his balls start to draw up, tightening. Your cumming seems to go on
and on ... you are jerking on his cockhead, gasping for breath.
You feel Mark shifting ... moving...
You sense something behind you... you turn to look over your
shoulder, and you see Mark's face, his mouth open wide, tongue
stretched out ... bending closer and closer ... eyes closed ... just
like he looked the time you caught him sucking his own cock...
His fists are slamming his dick harder ... you feel his tongue swipe
across your back just as his dickslit stretches beneath you,
erupting. His lips close over you as he is gripped by his orgasm,
pumping out gallons of cum. He clamps down over his own cockhead,
sucking out his own load, almost unconscious, powerful spasms
rocking his body.
Salty cum blasts against you, and the next second you are swimming
in it, Mark's tongue pushing against you ... there's nothing to grip
on to... everything is slick with cum ... you are being pushed back
further... the suction is too strong ... you can feel his throat
muscles flexing ... the sound of Mark's groaning vibrating through
you...
"uuuuAAAAH!" Mark gulps, taking down his own cum, then opening his
mouth and thrashing back, lying back after the difficult stretch,
chest heaving, water spraying down on him as he lies in the tub.
His cock hangs heavy, slowly softening, still dripping cum. Mark
rubs his hand across his belly ... man, nothin like suckin your own
load out... best fuckin way to cum...
He grinned, feeling a squirming sensation deep in his gut. Yeah,
best fuckin' way to cum... and this time, even better....