"Tell me what you're thinking, Kevin," Dr. Marcus said, folding his large hands over his crotch. 

I slouched in my chair, with my legs wide open and my arms hung over the arms of the chair. I looked into my therapist's sharp brown eyes. "Don't really know what to talk about, Doc," I said.

"Call me Marcus, Kevin," he told me. Marcus leaned back in his plush leather seat, his hands still guarding his crotch area. 

He looked about thirty two and very good-looking. I loved the way he looked in his crisp white shirt, his dark red tie. He wore tight-fitted cream-colored slacks, and a nice pair of shiny black shoes. But the best thing about my therapist was his face: he was naturally tanned, clean-shaven with a masculine, well-defined, sophisticated face. His chocolate brown hair was immaculately cut and greatly complimented his face. "Tell me about anything that's happened to you in the past week...good or bad. Anything you want to tell me."
Dr. Marcus had a beautiful pair of lips; they were small but perfectly shaped. I wondered what it would be like to kiss them. I wondered if he was gay or not.

"I got in a fight with my roommate the other day," I told him. Dr. Marcus arched his thin eyebrows. He leaned forward in his chair. "What about?"

"Nothing special.We just don't like each other."

Dr. Marcus grabbed a small memo pad from his desk and began to write notes. I focused on the crotch area of his tight fitted slacks to see if there was a bulge in them. I saw nothing and felt a little disappointed. But I could my dick stiffening anyway. Lucky I wore baggy jeans, otherwise he may have noticed. Except I did want him to notice. "Why don't you like each other?" Marcus continued. 

I shrugged, looking at his large feet. He must have worn at least a size thirteen. Maybe even bigger. I wanted to see his dick. "He's an asshole. Not really too much else to say about it."

Dr. Marcus smiled briefly. He had a beautiful smile and it made me smile to see that. "Anything else, Kevin? There must be something you want to talk about. We still have about forty five minutes left."

I want to talk about you dick, I thought. "No. Nothing else." My dick was still throbbing a little.

"How's your social life doing?" Dr. Marcus asked. 

"It's okay. I'm not really into partyin or gettin drunk or shit, so..."

"But do you hang out with friends, do things?" For a quick second Dr. Marcus looked at my crotch area, but it was so quick that I almost didn't notice.

"Sometimes."

"Are you dating anyone?" Dr. Marcus asked. There was something weird in the way he asked me that, almost as though he were hoping that I would say no. I stared him right in his attractive brown eyes, and said, "No."

Dr. Marcus nodded his head slowly. "Are you interested in dating? This is a big campus. There must be a lot of girls that you can meet."

Without really thinking, I said, "I like guys." Immediately after saying that, my heart started to speed, and my dick hardened even more. It was definitely obvious that there was a lump in my pants. I tried to cover it quickly with my hands. 
Dr. Marcus seemed stunned by my answer. His mouth was open a little, and he seemed really surprised. 

"Oh," he said.

I looked at his feet again, embarassed for saying that. "Yeah." I started to feel uncomfortable. "I shouldn't have told you 

that shit. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Kevin, it's okay," Dr. Marcus said. "Being gay is not a bad thing."

My dick was fully hard now. "I guess."

"Well, there must be guys in your dorms, or in classes that are--"

I interrupted him. "All the boys my age are dumb, or conceited. I like older men. Like your age." Once again, I said 

something I shouldn't have said. "Fuck, I don't wanna talk about this shit. Forget I said that."

But it was too late. Dr. Marcus looked even more surprised than before. When I looked at him in the eye, he avoided my glance and began to take notes on his notepad.

"What are you writing about me, Doc? Is it something bad?" I asked.

Without looking at me, Dr. Marcus said, "No."

"You must think I'm fucked up," I said.

Dr. Marcus looked at me. "No, I don't, Kevin. You seem like a bright, nice, handsome young man."

"Handsome? You think I'm handsome?" I sounded a little too excited when I said that.

For a minute or two, there was a dense silence in the small, air-conditioned office. I think both of us were really feeling uncomfortable. And then Dr. Marcus asked, "What is it about older men that you like so much, Kevin?" He looked me in the eyes and my heart fluttered.

I started to stammer. "I...don't know. I mean...I think they're just sexy...not all of them...but the ones that are mature, the ones that don't like play games, and aren't stupid like all the boys I know. Stuff like that. I don't know."

Dr. Marcus closed his hand and began to softly bite his knuckles, while his deep brown eyes were still on me. "Are you sexually active, Kevin? With older men?" 

My dick was so hard that I could hide it. Dr. Marcus saw me as I tried to push down my dick. My skin was burning with embarassment. "Not lately. But I have been."

"Did you like it?" Dr. Marcus asked. He put his notebook away, and now he was just sitting, with his legs spread a little apart, and his arms crossed over his chest. It looked like there was a bulge in his pants, but maybe that was just my imagination. 

With my hand still over my dick area, I said, "Yeah."

"What did you do with these men?" Dr. Marcus asked. 

I was confused. "What do you mean?"

"Tell me some of the things you did when you were having sex with them." Dr. Marcus placed his hands on his muscular-looking thighs. He seemed really interested in hearing what I had to say. "Did you perform oral sex on any of these men?"

"That means sucking their dick right?"

Dr. Marcus smiled again and my horniess skyrocketed. "Yes."

"...Yeah...I did."

Dr. Marcus nodded his head, bit his bottom lip soflty, all while staring deeply into my eyes. "What else did you do, Kevin?"

My dick was about to pop out of my jeans. "I let one of them fuck me."