Therapist and Steven's Return
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with a riot of oranges and pinks, Steven stood on Mr Harrison’s doorstep again. His mother had gone out for the evening and there was no pressure on him when to return home. His heart hammered in his chest as he reached for the doorbell, his stomach in knots. He had spent the day replaying their last encounter in his mind, the mix of embarrassment and arousal leaving him both confused and excited. The chime echoed through the house, and he took a deep, shaky breath, bracing himself for what was to come.
When Mr Harrison answered the door, he was dressed in an even more vibrant ensemble than the last time, a flowing caftan that shimmered in the dim light, his hair a wild halo of curls around his smiling face. "Steven," he said warmly, "right on time."
"Come in," he beckoned, leading him into the same living room where their first session occurred. In the centre of the room, a sturdy wooden stool had been placed with care, a spotlight casting a pool of light around it. "Tonight," he began, his voice low and sultry, "I want you to stand on that stool."
Steven's eyes grew wide with surprise, and he glanced down at the stool before looking back at Mr Harrison, his cheeks already flushing. "But Mr. Harrison," he stammered, "I don't know if I can do that. I might fall."
Mr. Harrison's smile grew broader, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, I think you can," he said, his voice a purr. "Just think of it as a little performance for me. After all, I'm here to help you, and this is all part of the process of dealing with your panic attacks and being the centre of attention allows you to address your feelings and the emotional aspects of why you panic."
Steven felt a knot form in his stomach as he stepped closer to the stool. He took off his blazer and placed it on the chair, his shirt sticking to his back with a faint sheen of sweat. He could feel Mr Harrison’s eyes on him as he unbuttoned his shirt, his hands trembling with nerves. He had never felt more exposed, more vulnerable as he passed the shirt to Mr Harrison who neatly folded it and put it on the table beside him.
Mr. Harrison watched him intently, his gaze unwavering. "Good boy," he said, his voice a gentle coo. "Now, let's get you up there,” as he stepped closer and took Steven’s hand, leading him to the stool.
Steven's heart was racing as he stepped onto the wooden perch. The room felt hot, the air thick with anticipation. He could feel his palms growing sweaty, and his knees trembled as he turned to face him. Mr Harrison's eyes held a warmth that was both comforting and unnerving, a promise of something he wasn't quite ready to understand.
"Now, my darling young man," he said, his voice a whisper, "Take off your lovely pristine white vest."
Steven's hands pulled the cotton material, his breath catching in his throat. He felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as he began to lift it up and over his head, to reveal his hairless chest, the cool air of the room hitting his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Mr Harrison's gaze never left his, his eyes burning with an intensity that made him feel both exposed and strangely powerful as he passed the vest to Mr Harrison who shook it and folded it placing it on top of the shirt.
"Very good," he murmured, his eyes scanning his torso with a hunger that made his pulse quicken. "Now, let's get those pesky trousers off, shall we?"
His words were a command wrapped in a velvet glove, and Steven found his hands moving almost of their own accord. He unbuckled his belt and fumbled with the button and zipper, his heart pounding in his chest. With a shaky exhale, he pushed the fabric down, exposing his Fruit of the Loom tighty whities that were pristine and white as Mr Harrison helped Steven slip them off, only to be neatly folded and laid with the rest of his clothes.
Mr Harrison's gaze never left Steven as he continued to watch, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Now, I want you to play with your nipples. Squeeze them for me," he instructed his voice a low murmur that seemed to resonate in his very soul.
Steven's eyes grew wide, but he did as he was told, his heart racing as he exposed himself further. He looked down at his chest, his nipples hard and sensitive. With trembling fingers, he pinched and twisted them, gasping as the sensation shot straight to his groin. His erection grew more pronounced, pushing against the fabric of his tighty whities, which were now the only thing separating him from complete nudity.
Mr. Harrison nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Now, the underwear," he instructed. "Let me see your beautiful body."
Steven's heart hammered in his chest as he reached down and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his tighty whities. He took a deep breath and pushed them down, his erection springing free. The room felt colder without the barrier, his bare skin prickling with goosebumps.
"Excellent, Steven," Mr Harrison said, his voice a warm caress. "Now, I want you to stand there and masturbate for me. I want to see you cum, and I want you to shoot your load over me as I watch."
Steven's heart skipped a beat, his face burning with embarrassment. He had never been so exposed, so vulnerable, in front of anyone, let alone an adult, a man, his neighbour. But there was something in his gaze that was both comforting and empowering, a silent assurance that he could trust him.
As Steven stood there naked, his cock hard and pointing towards Mr Harrison’s head, Mr Harrison slipped his kaftan over his shoulders allowing it to drop to the carpet and for the first time, Steven was seeing Mr Harrison almost naked as he remained in his Hanes tighty whities.
“You can begin when you are ready Steven,” as Mr. Harrison smiled, his eyes full of understanding. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup Steven’s chin. "You're doing so well, my darling boy," he murmured. "Just relax, and let it happen."
His touch was electric, and Steven felt his body responding, his erection growing harder with each passing second. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his shaft. The sensation of his gaze on him was like a physical touch, a caress that made his skin tingle and his heart race. He began to stroke himself, tentatively at first, then with more confidence as the warmth grew in his loins.
Mr Harrison stepped closer. "Tell me what you're feeling," he whispered, his breath hot against his ear. "Describe every sensation."
Steven swallowed hard, his voice barely above a murmur. "It feels... good," he managed, his hand moving faster. "It feels... right."
Mr Harrison reached out, his hand sliding down Steven’s chest, his fingers dancing over his stomach before settling on the base of his cock. "Let's make it even better," he said, his voice a gentle coax as he began to stroke and play with Steven’s balls, gently squeezing them and moving them around, his touch firm and knowing. The dual sensation was almost too much to handle, and Steven felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
He moaned, his eyes closing involuntarily as he focused on the feeling of the older man’s hand on him. He could feel his breath on his skin, his body so close that it was like they were one. And then, without warning, Mr Harrison leaned in and took Steven’s nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently as he continued to play with his balls.
The sensation was overwhelming, a crescendo of pleasure that made his toes curl and his hips buck. He felt himself getting closer, the warmth in his stomach growing hotter, more intense. And just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, Mr. Harrison whispered in his ear, "Cum for me, my darling boy. Cum for Mr Harrison."
The words were like a trigger, and with a strangled cry, he did just that. His body spasmed, his cock pulsing in his hand as ropes of cum shot out, landing on Mr Harrison's face and chest in a sticky mess. Steven felt himself go slack, his legs shaking with the aftermath of his release, but Mr Harrison's hand didn't stop moving, as he took the cock into his hand and pumped Steven through his orgasm, gently milking every drop from him before Steven fell forward over Mr Harrison’s shoulder, panting, his eyes still closed as he tried to process what had just happened. Mr Harrison held Steven, his hand sliding onto the naked bottom, gently pushing its way into Steven’s anus whilst whispering, "Good job, my darling boy, well done," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction as he broke through the muscle wall into Steven’s hole, gently playing with his anus as Steven lay over his shoulder enjoying the sensation he had never felt before. "Very good indeed."
The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Steven slowly opened his eyes, looking down at the floor and the proof of his arousal. He felt... changed, somehow. Different. And as he looked up at Mr Harrison, his eyes gleaming with something that was both fierce and hungry, he knew that this was just the start of a journey he could never have predicted.
"Now," he said, Mr Harrison’s tone business-like once more, "let's talk about those panic attacks," as he put Steven into the armchair, and he sat down opposite. "Next time you feel one coming on, I want you to remember this moment. Remember how good it felt to let go."
Mr Harrison’s words sent a thrill through Steven, a mix of excitement and fear. What was he proposing? That he could use masturbation to combat his panic attacks. It seemed so... wrong, and yet, it had worked. He looked into his eyes, searching for answers, and found only more questions.
Mr Harrison was in the chair across from him, his legs crossed, the cotton fabric of his Hanes tighty whities hiding the older man’s erection as Steven’s cum still lay on his face and chest, slowly drying. He leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Steven as he spoke, "Masturbation is a natural stress reliever, Steven," he said, his voice smooth and authoritative. "And it's something you're going to do when you're feeling anxious. But instead of letting it happen in the shadows; we're going to bring it into the light."
Steven felt his cock twitch at the thought, his cheeks burning even hotter. He nodded, unsure of what to say. He had never talked about such things with anyone, especially not with someone he had not known his whole life, but there he was, naked and hard, in his neighbour's living room, and he was telling him to masturbate in front of him. Steven was also still feeling the old man’s finger in his bottom and the sensation he had felt and how it didn’t feel wrong.
"Good," he said with a nod. "Now, tell me about the last time you felt panic."
Steven took a deep breath and recounted the incident from earlier that week, his voice shaking as he remembered the suffocating feeling, the racing thoughts that had overwhelmed him. Mr Harrison nodded thoughtfully, his eyes never leaving his.
"And now," he said, his voice a soft purr, "I want you to get hard again."
The command washed over Steven like a warm wave, and despite his confusion, his body responded. He felt his cock twitch and start to rise again, filling him with a mix of excitement and dread. He had never been this exposed, this vulnerable, with anyone. But there was something in his voice, a power that he couldn't resist.
"Good," Mr. Harrison said, his eyes never leaving his face. "Now, as you get hard, think about what you're feeling. Let those feelings of panic come back, but this time, instead of letting them consume you, imagine them flowing into your cock."
Steven nodded, his hand moving almost of its own accord. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the beginnings of an erection form. He focused on the tightness in his chest, the racing of his heart, the way his thoughts swirled out of control, and then he pushed them down and channelled them into his hand as they moved over his skin. He could feel the panic retreating, replaced by a different kind of tension, one that grew more pleasurable with each stroke.
"Now," Mr. Harrison instructed, his voice a soft purr, "I want you to imagine that panic is a physical thing. It's a ball of energy, trapped in your chest."
He nodded, his breathing growing more ragged. He could feel it, that ball of fear and anxiety, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
"Good," Mr Harrison said, "Now, with each stroke, I want you to imagine that you're pulling that energy down into your cock."
The idea was absurd, but somehow it worked. The more he focused on his erection, the more the panic receded, leaving only the sweet, heady rush of arousal in its wake. He could feel the warmth spreading from his groin, up through his chest and into his arms and legs. It was like he was being filled with light, pushing back the shadows of his fear.
"Keep going," Mr Harrison whispered, his hand moving to rest on his thigh. "Keep pulling that energy down."
The pressure in his chest was building again, but it wasn't fear anymore. It was something else, something powerful and intoxicating. He felt his muscles tense, his hips began to rock in time with his hand. Mr Harrison leaned in closer, his breath hot on his neck, his hand moving to cup his balls. The sensation was exquisite, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"Let it go," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "Let the panic go."
With a gasp, he did. The energy surged through him, and he came in a hot rush, his body convulsing with the force of his release. He felt something inside him break free, a weight lifted from his shoulders that he hadn't even known was there as he shot his cum over Mr Harrison again who was kneeling in front of him still cupping his balls.
Mr. Harrison remained there; his expression unreadable. "Very good," he said, his voice calm and even. "Now, let's talk about what you felt."
Steven took a deep, shaky breath, trying to compose himself. "It... it felt like I was in control," he managed, his voice still hoarse. "Like I could push the panic away."
His smile was slow and knowing. "That's because you were," he said. "You're stronger than you think."
The room was silent, the only sound was the harsh panting of his breath. He looked down at his hand, sticky with cum, and felt a strange sense of pride. He had done something he had never thought possible, something that had made him feel more powerful than he had in a long time.
"This is your new weapon against your panic," Mr Harrison said, his hand still resting lightly on Steven’s thigh. "Use it wisely," whilst he watched cum dribble down Mr Harrison's chest.
He nodded, his eyes meeting his. The world outside the room seemed so far away, so trivial compared to what was happening between them. He had no idea what this meant for their relationship, for his life, but he knew one thing for sure: he was going to do whatever it took to get better.
Mr Harrison stood up, his hand reaching for Steven’s. "Let's get you dressed, my darling boy," he said, his voice a gentle caress. "You've done so well."
Steven took his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch as he helped him slip his tighty whities back on, passing the rest of his clothes as Steven thanked him. "Thank you, Mr Harrison," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes searched his face, and he nodded. "You're welcome, Steven. Now, for our next session, I have an idea that might help you even more." He took a seat on the sofa opposite him, his expression thoughtful. "I have a friend, a very special one, who I think could assist us in your therapy. She's quite adept at helping young men like yourself overcome their anxieties."
Steven felt his stomach flip at the thought of another person being involved in their intimate sessions, but he trusted Mr Harrison. "Okay," he said, swallowing hard. "What do we do?"
"It's simple," he said, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "My friend, let's call her Ms. Smith, will join us next time. She's a lovely woman, very understanding and experienced in these matters. She'll help you feel more comfortable with your body and with being around these people."
The thought of someone else being present during their sessions was both terrifying and thrilling for Steven. He had only ever been naked in front of Mr Harrison, and the idea of doing so with another person was overwhelming. But he knew he needed to push through his fear if he wanted to get better.
The rest of the week was a blur of school, homework, and anticipation. Each day felt like an eternity as he counted down the minutes until he could return to Mr Harrison's warm embrace. He practised the techniques he had taught him, masturbating to the point of exhaustion, trying to recreate the feeling of power and control that came with each orgasm. It helped, but it wasn't the same without him, guiding him through it.
Finally, the evening of their next session arrived. Steven found himself dressed only in his shorts, tighty whities and a t-shirt, his heart racing as he approached his door. He was ready for whatever lay had in store, ready to face his fears and conquer them.
Mr Harrison answered the door wearing his kaftan. "Welcome, Steven," he said, his voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "I'm so glad you could make it, and I can see you have embraced a significant milestone by arriving relaxed."
Steven stepped inside; his eyes at once drawn to the woman standing beside Mr Harrison. She was tall and curvy, with dark hair that fell in waves over her bare shoulders. She was dressed similarly to Mr Harrison but in red. Her eyes met his as he gave him a knowing smile, her full lips curving into a seductive arc.
Steven stood there as Mr Harrison and Ms Smith sat down in the armchairs admiring the view of Steven in his shorts and t-shirt. “No vest today?” Mr Harrison asked.
“I thought it was a bit too hot today and I haven’t been in school either, so I don’t have to wear a vest,” Steven answered looking at Ms Smith wondering if she was a man, but he couldn’t tell to be sure as no Adam’s apple was visible but she had big hands suggesting she was a male dressed as a woman and Steven sort of delighted in the knowledge that Ms Smith was the first crossdresser or transvestite he had met. As he stood there, he tried to figure out the difference between the two genders when Mr Harrison responded.
“I see. Fair enough. Now, Ms Smith and I have been discussing your case, and we think we know your problem and the cure. It might be radicle, but we are certain that you are going to be okay after the initiative shock you might feel.
Mr Harrison paused as Ms Smith leaned in and whispered, "It's time, darling."
Steven blinked, realising that she was speaking to him. "Time for what?" he asked, his voice still thick with concern.
Mr Harrison’s smile was predatory, his eyes gleaming. "Time for you to take the next step," he said, his hand sliding up to trace the line of his jaw. "Time to show us just how much you've learned."
Steven still stood, conscious of the damp spot in his tighty whities evidence of his continued arousal. He felt a flash of embarrassment, but it was quickly overridden by the excitement coursing through his veins.
Mr. Harrison stood up; his hand outstretched. "Come on, Steven," he said. "Let's get you ready for the next part."
He took his hand, allowing him to be led to the centre of the room as Ms Smith stepped in, her hand brushing against his chest as she reached for his t-shirt. "You can't remain like that," Ms Smith said, her voice a soft chuckle. "Let's get this off you."
With trembling hands, she pulled his t-shirt over his head. The room was so warm, the air heavy with the scent of candles as Steven’s heart raced from the unknown, his breath catching in his throat as she moved to his shorts, pulling them down until Steeven was able to step out of them leaving him in just his tighty whities as both therapists stared at his semi-naked form.
"Perfect," Mr Harrison murmured, his eyes raking over him. "Now, let's get these off you before you leak too much precum into them," as his hands slid into Steven’s tighty whities, his fingers wrapping around his waistband pulling the wet fabric away from his skin, soaked by floods of precum from all the anticipation, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He watched as he dropped them to the floor, leaving Steven completely naked with an erection crying out for attention.
"You're beautiful," Ms. Smith said, her eyes dark with desire. "So strong, so brave."
He felt his cock stir at his words, his cheeks flushing with renewed arousal. He looked between them, unsure of what to do next.
Mr Harrison stepped closer, his hand resting on his shoulder. "Now, I want you to look in the mirror," she said, pointing to the full-length mirror against the far wall. "I want you to see yourself as we do."
With a deep breath, he turned to face the mirror. He saw his reflection, flushed, and dishevelled, his cock standing erect with new pre-cum oozing from the tip. He watched as Ms. Smith moved behind him, her hands sliding around his waist to cup his ass.
"Look at yourself," she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. "See how much you've grown." He stared into the mirror, watching as her hands began to move again, her fingers playing with his erection.
Ms. Smith leaned in, "Steven," she began, his voice a soft purr, "you must be honest with us. With yourself."
He felt his stomach drop as she spoke, his eyes flicking between the two women. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mr Harrison took his hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "We've noticed that your panic seems to be connected to your interactions with the opposite sex," he said gently. "Ms. Smith and I have talked, and we have a theory."
Steven's heart skipped a beat. "A theory?" he echoed, his voice shaking.
Ms. Smith leaned in, her dark hair cascading over his shoulder. "We think," she began, her eyes searching his, "that maybe, just maybe, you're not as interested in girls as you think you are."
The room seemed to tilt on its axis as the words sank in. He had never considered it before, never allowed himself to. But now, with their hands on him, with the warmth of their bodies so close, he couldn't ignore the flutter in his stomach. "What... what do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely audible.
"We think," Mr Harrison said, his eyes soft, "that you might be more comfortable with boys."
Steven felt a jolt of panic, but it was different this time. It wasn't the crushing weight he was used to, it was a flicker, a question. He looked down at their joined hands, his skin so warm against his. "I don't know," he murmured. "I've never..."
Ms Smith's hand slid up his arm, her touch feather-light. "It's okay, sweetie," she said. "We're here to help you figure it out."
He took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of their bodies surrounding him, the gentle pressure of their hands guiding him. He didn't know what was going to happen next, but he knew he was safe here, with them.
"Now," Mr Harrison said, his voice a gentle coax, "I want you to think about a boy you find attractive."
Steven's mind raced, searching for an image, a memory. And then it came to him. “There is a boy from school, who has always made me feel a little funny inside.” He felt his cheeks burn, “I can picture him so well, the way he moves and the sound of his laugh.”
Ms Smith's hand was on his thigh now, her thumb tracing small circles. "Good," she murmured. "Keep thinking about him and does he have a name?"
Steven continued to describe the boy as he stood in front of the mirror. “His name is Jake and he’s tall and slim and he always has a great tan,” smiling at the memory. “I’ve seen him in his underwear and he’s beautiful, but I’ve never told him that.”
He watched in the mirror as Mr Harrison reached down and took his cock in his hand. It was already hardening even more than previously, his body responding before he had even realised it. "Now, tell us,” He asked, his voice a low murmur, "Do you fear him or feel desire for him?”
Steven took a deep, shaky breath. "No," he said finally, his voice a barely audible whisper. "It doesn't feel like fear because I love how he looks, and I guess it's desire because I would love to see him naked but fat chance of that I guess.”
The two therapists shared a knowing smile. "That's what we thought," Ms. Smith said, her voice a gentle purr. "You're not afraid of girls, darling. You're afraid of hiding who you are."
"Now," Mr Harrison said, his voice a soft command, "we're going to help you face that fear."
Ms Smith leaned in whilst Steven still faced the mirror, seeing the whole situation as a reflection of him. "We're going to introduce you to someone, someone we have been working with, similar to yourself," she whispered. "Someone who will make you feel everything you've been denying. Someone to bring out the best in you."
Mr Harrison took Steven’s left hand and Ms Smith his right, the anticipation electric, as they led him to the bedroom, his heart racing, a mix of terror and excitement coursing through him. What would happen next?
As he stepped through the doorway, he saw the boy from school, his friend Jake, lying naked on the bed, his eyes closed, his body relaxed. Mr Harrison and Ms Smith positioned him at the edge of the bed.
"Look at him," Mr Harrison murmured. "Feel that energy between you. Jake has been in love with you for years but suppressed his feelings until like you, he needed help to deal with his anxiety. Jake never had the confidence to tell you, and we only found out very recently during a session when he named you as the person he would love to meet."
Steven swallowed hard; his eyes fixed on Jake's naked form. He had never been this close to another boy before, especially not in such an intimate setting. Jake's skin was smooth and tanned, a stark contrast to the white sheets beneath him. His cock lay against his thigh, already beginning to stir.
Mr Harrison whispered to Steven’s to Jake's cock. "Go on," he urged "You know what to do."
Steven hesitated for a moment before tentatively wrapping his hand around Jake's shaft. It was warm and firm, the skin like velvet under his fingertips. He felt a strange thrill, a sense of excitement that was alien yet somehow familiar.
Ms Smith leaned in; her breath warm against his neck. "That's it," she said, her hand moving to cup his chin, "Jake loves you and wants you, now, look at him and be with him,” as Jake opened his eyes.
Steven's eyes met Jake's, and he watched as the boy's lids fluttered open, his eyes locking onto Steven's with a mix of curiosity and lust. It was a look that sent a bolt of electricity straight to his groin, making him even harder.
"Hi," Jake said, his voice low and husky. "I'm here for you now, I’m here because I want you. I’m here because I told them I have been in love with you for years, but I never dared to tell you until now. I love you, Steven."
Steven nodded, his hand moving almost of its own accord. He watched as Jake's cock grew under his touch, the veins standing out in stark relief. He had never been so close to another boy, never felt the weight of his desire so intensely.
Mr Harrison stepped back, allowing him space. "Remember what we talked about," he said, his voice still gentle. "Let the panic fuel your passion."
Steven took a deep breath, focusing on the warmth building in his chest. It was different now, it was desire, not fear. He stroked Jake's cock faster, watching as the boy's hips began to rock in time with his hand.
The room was a haze of candlelight and the scent of sex, the air thick with tension. Steven felt himself getting closer, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel the panic trying to creep back in, but he pushed it away, focusing on the way Jake's body was responding to his touch.
"Now," Mr Harrison said, his voice firm, "it's time for you to let go completely."
With a nod, Steven leaned in, his mouth closing over the tip of Jake's cock. The taste was salty and sweet, and he felt a jolt of pleasure as Jake groaned. He took more of him in, feeling the boy's hips thrust up to meet him. The panic was a distant memory now, replaced by a fierce need to make him feel good, to conquer his fears through pleasure.
Mr Harrison and Ms Smith watched for a moment until they both retired from the room, closing the door behind them as they left the boys to discover each other.
And then, with a cry that was part pleasure and part relief, Jake came in response to Steven’s efforts, his cock pulsing as he swallowed Jake’s warm salty cum, the taste of Jake filling his mouth. He kept sucking as Jake kept shooting, using his mouth to clean Jake's cock of every trace of cum, devouring every bit of cum as he felt a sense of accomplishment, a power he had never felt before.
Jake reached up, his hand resting on Steven's cheek. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice shaking with emotion as Jake kissed his love for the first time.
Steven looked at them, his heart racing. He had done it, he had faced his fear and come out the other side. And in doing so, he had discovered something new about himself, something that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Their lips met in a tentative, awkward kiss that grew bolder with every passing second. The taste of Jake was intoxicating, his scent surrounding him, filling him with a need so intense it was almost painful. He felt his cock swell, his body responding to the touch of another boy in a way it never had before.
As their kisses deepened, Steven felt the panic retreat further, replaced by a warmth that spread through him like wildfire. Jake's hand slid down his back, his fingertips tracing the curve of his ass, sending a shiver of pleasure through his body.
The boys repositioned themselves on the bed, their hard cocks brushing against each other. Jake's hand wrapped around Steven's shaft, his thumb circling the sensitive tip as they kissed. Steven mirrored the movement, his hand sliding down to wrap around Jake's cock.
Their breathing grew ragged as the tension between them built, their hips moving in a silent rhythm. The room was alive with the sound of their moans, and the smell of their arousal. Steven had never felt so close to another person, so exposed, so alive. The fear was gone, replaced by a desperate need to be closer, to feel more.
With trembling hands, Jake repositioned himself, straddling Steven's hips. His cock, still slick from Steven's mouth, pressed against his stomach as he looked down at him with a mix of need and uncertainty. "Please Steven," he begged, his voice shaking with desire. "Take me."
Steven's heart raced as he nodded, feeling the weight of Jake's gaze, the warmth of his body. He reached down, his hand shaking as he guided his cock to Jake's ass, feeling the tip nudge against his tight entrance. Steven took a deep breath and pushed forward, feeling Jake's body resist for a moment before giving way. Jake's eyes squeezed shut, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he took him in. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, intimate, and overwhelming.
He watched as Jake's expression shifted from pain to pleasure, his eyes opening to lock onto Steven's. There was something in that gaze that made his heart race, something that went beyond the physical act they were sharing. It was a connection, a bond that transcended words.
They moved together in a dance as old as time, their bodies speaking a language that needed no translation. The head of Steven's cock grazed Jake's prostate with every slow, deliberate thrust, sending waves of pleasure through both. He could feel Jake's muscles tighten around him, could see the boy's face contort with ecstasy.
"Fuck, yes," Jake gasped, his hips rising to meet each thrust. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
The words were a command, a plea that resonated deep within Steven. He picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of Jake's tight, warm channel. The sensation was exquisite, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through him, bringing him closer to the edge.
But even as he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, he knew this wasn't just about his release. It was about giving Jake what he needed, about helping him find his power. And so, with every ounce of control he had, he held back, focusing instead on the other boy's pleasure.
Jake's hand was on his cock now, stroking in time with their rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that threatened to drown him. "Come for me," Steven murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "Let go."
And with a cry that was part pleasure, part relief, Jake did just that. His body tensed, his muscles tightening around Steven's cock as he came, spurting hot cum all over Steven's stomach. The sight was almost too much to bear, and with one final, powerful thrust, Steven followed him over the edge.
The room was filled with the sound of their gasps and moans, the smell of sex and sweat as Jake collapsed onto Steven's chest trying to catch his breath. They lay there, entwined, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, their hearts racing in unison. At that moment, the fear was gone, the panic a distant memory. They had faced their deepest, darkest fears and come out the other side, forever changed by the experience.
As the candles continued to burn, casting their flickering light across the room, they knew that this was just the beginning of their journey. The night ahead promised to be filled with even more discoveries, more moments of shared intimacy and growth.
"Thank you," Jake murmured, his voice muffled against Steven's skin. "Thank you for helping me."
Steven kissed the top of his head, his heart swelling with emotion. "No," he said, his voice thick with feeling. "Thank you."
The two of them lay there, panting, their hearts racing, as the candles flickered in the dim light. The air was heavy with the scent of their passion, a heady mix of sweat and cum that filled the room. For a long moment, they said nothing, simply holding onto each other as if afraid that if they let go, the fragile connection they had forged would shatter.
But then, slowly, they began to move again, their kisses deepening, their hands roaming over each other's bodies with a newfound confidence. Jake straddled him once more, his ass still slick from their earlier coupling, and lowered himself onto Steven's cock. The sensation was different this time, more intimate, more personal as they made love for the second time since finding each other and sharing their bodies in the physical act of sharing that love.
The boys eventually came downstairs and found Mr Harrison and Ms Smith both naked in the kitchen making a coffee. The boys stood there naked with huge smiles on their faces, realising that they were not the only ones who had had an enjoyable time as they realised their two therapists were lovers and whilst they had been upstairs making love, the two men had been downstairs celebrating their achievement in bring Jake and Steven together.
"Come and join us," Ms Smith called out, her voice still a little hoarse from her earlier exertions. "We've made enough for everyone."
The boys padded over to the kitchen, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of their shared release. They accepted the mugs of steaming coffee gratefully, the warmth a comforting contrast to their sweat-cooled skin.
They talked for a while, their conversation a mix of awkwardness and camaraderie. It was strange, sitting in a kitchen with their therapists, naked and talking about sex. But somehow, it felt right. They had shared something so profound, so intimate that the barriers of their roles had crumbled away, leaving only the four of them as equals.
As they finished their coffee and began to get dressed, the tension in the room dissipated, leaving behind a warm glow of intimacy. They had faced the darkest parts of themselves and had come out the other side, hand in hand. And as they left the house, the night air cool against their skin, they knew that they would never be the same.
The walk home was quiet, their thoughts filled with the events of the evening. But as they reached the end of the street, Jake looked over at him, a mischievous glint in his eye. "So, do you think we can do that again?" he asked, his voice low and playful. “I love you by the way.”
Steven laughed, feeling the first stirrings of excitement low in his belly. "I think," he said, a grin spreading across his face, "that we're just getting started," as he kissed Jake on his lips, muttering, “You don’t have to go home if you don’t want to. I have a big bed that we can share.”
