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A Therapist's Opinion
A Therapist's Opinion
by jallen944 ©
Part 1
Ethan ran his fingers through his wet hair, pulled the equipment bag full of hockey gear over his shoulder, and headed for the locker room door. A twinge of pain shot up his leg from his knee. He paused a moment, wincing, and hoped none of the other guys noticed his limp.
"Hey Ethan, wait up," Darien shouted from behind.
Ethan stopped at the door. Darien slammed his locker and rushed to catch up, carrying his own equipment bag.
"You need a ride home?" Darien said. "Maria's gonna meet me here. We're going out tonight. We can drop you off if you want."
"Sure. That'd be great," Ethan said. "I got a lot of homework to do, anyway."
"That's cool."
They walked together down the hall. Maria was waiting in the parking lot by Darien's car with Iris and another guy. He sat behind the wheel of a hot looking '69 Mustang and Iris sat on the hood, kicking her legs.
Ethan felt himself stir instantly. She was wearing snug jeans and black leather boots with the really tall heels, and a tight white t-shirt with red bands around the collar and short sleeves. The print on the front of the t-shirt, a picture of some band he never heard of, was stretched out of shape over her big boobs.
"Oh great," Darien said. Maria waved and he waved back.
"What?"
"Iris' fag brother's here. I don't need to talk to him."
Ethan looked closer at the guy in the Mustang.
"That's her brother? Charlie, right?" Ethan said.
Maria walked toward them. She wore a short blouse with her midriff exposed and a pair of khaki shorts. Her hips swung side to side, her breasts bounced under the blouse, and the light, cool breeze blew her long, dark hair across her face.
"Hi baby," she said, smiling at Darien, and whisked the wild strands of hair from her face with her long fingernail. She rose on the balls of her feet and kissed him.
"What's the fag doing here?" Darien said.
Maria frowned. "Darien, you're so mean. He was nice to drop us off."
"He's still a disgusting fag and I ain't talking to him."
"He's got a nice car," Ethan said.
"You would say that," Darien said.
Ethan walked on. Iris was pulling on her bubblegum, twisting it like a string around her finger. She watched him, smiling.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi."
Ethan's mind blanked. He struggled to come up with something to say. Her big breasts seemed to beg to him to reach out and squeeze them. He realized he was staring and turned his eyes down to her feet.
"Nice shoes," he said.
Iris smirked. "Thanks." She hopped off the car and walked across the parking lot to join Maria and Darien.
The engine in the Mustang revved. Ethan looked at Charlie, sitting in the driver's seat with his hand on the top arc of the steering wheel. He put the car in gear and started to roll away, staring back. Ethan's eyes narrowed. Charlie looked normal, just like any other guy. Could he figure out if a guy was gay just by looking at him? What did it mean to be gay, anyway?
Ethan sat in the back of Darien's car with Iris. She hardly said a word to him the entire way, hardly even looked at him. His heart felt like it was crushed in his chest. They dropped him off in front of his house with his equipment bag and took off, the blaring radio echoing between houses.
He went inside and up the stairs. The door to Pam's room was open. He heard someone giggling from inside and peeked in. He stopped in his tracks. Pam was with that Debbie chick in her room. Pam was in her bikini, and she looked hot.
"Hi Ethan," Pam said, and waved.
Debbie turned around. Her eyes swept up from his feet to his face and she smiled.
"Hi," she said.
Ethan blushed. "Hi," he said with a quick wave, and ducked into his room.
He dumped his equipment bag on his bed. Debbie was pretty hot. He wouldn't mind going to bed with her. He peeled off his shirt, threw it in the corner, and rifled through his dresser. What he didn't understand was why Pam hung out with her. Everyone in school knew Debbie Holtz was just a slut. Pam wasn't a slut. She should hang out with someone nice, someone like herself. He slammed the dresser shut. Where the hell were his good jeans?
Mom called from downstairs. Ethan went to the head of the stairs and leaned on the railing, staying out of view of Pam's room.
"Yeah?" he said.
Mom held up his jeans. "Come down here, please."
Ethan plodded down the stairs.
"You found my jeans?" he said.
"I was washing your clothes." She reached into the pocket and pulled out a black piece of fabric. "Where did these come from?"
Ethan's eyes grew wide. It was Iris' lacy black panties. Mom dangled them in her fingers. He cleared his throat and tried to think of something to say, but all that came out was a nervous stammer. Mom sighed. Her arms dropped to her sides and she shook her head.
"I can't believe you're having sex, too. You're only nineteen." She touched his cheek. "I guess I should have expected it, though. You've grown up so fast and you're so handsome, just like your father."
"Mom ..." he said in a whiny tone.
She shoved his jeans into his hands.
"The last thing I need is for you to get a girl pregnant. Get dressed. We're going to the drug store to get you some condoms."
"Jeez, Mom ..."
"Do it."
He went back upstairs and got dressed. Mom was waiting for him by the front door with her keys in her hand. The car was quiet and tense for the short drive up to the drug store. She dragged him in and down the aisles to the back, where the boxes of condoms hung on hooks. Ethan's face burned. He kept his head down, hoping no one he knew saw him buying condoms with his Mom.
She put her hands on her hips and sighed.
"I know this makes you uncomfortable, Ethan, but I have to ask. How big are you?"
"Excuse me?"
"How big are you?" She lowered her voice. "I mean your ... penis. How long is it?"
He looked down at his crotch. "Uh, I don't know," he said. Mr. Thorn said it was twelve inches long. Should he tell that to his own Mom?
She selected a box from the rack. "I better get extra large for you. Your father was, well, pretty large himself. He once told me all the McCullen men were bigger than normal. I'm sure you'll be no different."
Ethan stayed a step behind her at the counter while she bought the condoms. The woman behind the cash register took Mom's money, put the box of condoms in a bag, and smiled at Ethan as they walked out. His face burned again. He walked in a hurry to the car. Mom dumped the bag in his lap, started the car, put it in gear, then put it back in park.
"Do you know how to use those?" she said, with a nod to the bag in his lap.
Ethan looked down at it. The paper bag crinkled. He stayed very still, afraid to move, as if it was some radioactive device.
"Uh, not really," he said.
Mom's hands held the steering wheel, her fingers drumming on the rim. She let out another deep sigh.
"Ok, I'm gonna show you, but you have to promise me you'll use them, ok?"
"Uh, ok, I guess," Ethan said.
Mom snatched the bag from his lap, removed the box and ripped it open.
"It's really pretty simple. You have to do this before you actually ... actually have sex, you understand?"
Ethan shook his head.
"Ok, well, let's say you're out with a girl and you like her and you both decide that ... that you're gonna have sex, ok?"
"Ok," Ethan said. He imagined himself with Iris, and in his mind saw her bare ass when she pulled up the back of her cheerleader uniform and bent over his lap. His penis stirred in his jeans and he put his hand over his lap.
Mom swallowed and cleared her throat. She held up a small red packet from the box.
"What you have to do is put one of these over your ... penis before you, well, put it in the girl. Got that?"
"Yeah, sure Mom, whatever," Ethan said. The memory of Iris lowering herself on his dick made him hard and he squirmed in the seat.
Mom tore the packet open and pulled out a rubber ring. She held up her hand with two fingers raised.
"All you do is put the condom over the end of your penis, like this, and roll it all the way down. Easy, see?"
She rolled the condom over her fingers and smiled, like a magician revealing a secret trick. She took it off and handed him a second packet.
"Now you try it," she said.
Ethan's hands shook as he took the red packet and tore it open. Mom held her hand up again with her fingers raised. He fumbled with the soft, rubber ring, dropped it twice, and tore it on her fingernail.
"You're gonna need some practice," she said.
"Mom, why do I have to do this?" he said.
"I told you, so you don't get a girl pregnant. You don't want that, do you?"
"I guess not."
"Of course you don't," Mom said. Her hand touched his. Her eyes glanced at his lap. She took her hand away from his, looked around the parking lot, and turned on her hip to face him. "Ok, Ethan, I want you to pull down your pants."
"Mom, what?" He covered his lap and squeezed his legs together.
"I know you're pretty aroused right now, son. There's only one way you're gonna learn how to use these, and I'm gonna show you. So take those pants off right now, Mister."
"Ok Mom, jeez, take it easy," Ethan said.
His hands trembled as he unfastened his belt. He swallowed hard. Mom was watching his hands. He pushed his jeans down to his knees. His hard dick pushed up the front of his boxer shorts. Mom's eyes grew wide. He pushed the shorts down. It popped up like a child's toy and he forced it down with both hands.
"Don't be embarrassed, Ethan. Let me see it," Mom said, and pulled his hand away.
He let go and it stuck up. He turned his face to the window, afraid to look at his own mother.
"My goodness, Ethan. You're a lot bigger than your father was." She looked at the red packet. "I don't know if this is gonna fit."
Ethan groaned. "Mom, do we have to do this?"
"Yes. You don't have a choice. Now, I want you to pay attention." She tore the package open. "Just put the condom over the end of your penis like this, and roll it down. Try to leave a little room at the tip for your, um, sperm."
She rolled the condom over his dick to the base. Ethan squeezed the door handle. The thin rubber was stretched tight. She closed her hand around the shaft and moved it up and down, wrinkling the rubber.
"It's so thick, Ethan, and so hard. I've never seen a penis this big, expect maybe your father's, of course. I should have guessed, though. I saw you that day at Mr. and Mrs. Thorn's house, when you were fixing that light. I saw the way this thing was sticking out in your swim shorts. It was because of Mrs. Thorn, wasn't it? I think she was dressed like that just to turn you on. Well, I guess it worked."
Ethan's eyes rolled shut. "Mom, that feels really good," he said, and moaned.
Mom's hand jerked away. She brushed her hair away from her forehead.
"I'm so sorry, Ethan. I can't believe I'm jerking off my own son."
"Mom, this thing feels weird," Ethan said. He put his hand around his dick and pumped slowly. "Would you do that again?"
She shook her head. "What have I done? Now I got you all worked up. I think I'm gonna need someone to help me with this before we get carried away. Pull your pants up."
Ethan squeezed his penis and squirmed.
"Mom, it hurts," he said.
"I know, and I'm real sorry. We'll do ... something about it. I just don't know what."
"Do I have to leave this on?" he said, pulling at the condom.
Mom smirked. "No dear, you can take it off."
He rolled the condom off and handed it to Mom. She dropped it in the bag. Ethan bent his erect penis to the side to slip it back into his underwear and jeans, and winced. Mom looked at his lap, shaking her head.
"My goodness, that thing's not easy to hide, is it?" she said.
"Not really."
The shape of his cock stuck out in the leg of his jeans like a thick steel pipe that stretched to his knee.
Her head shook slowly. "I'm surprised you actually found a girl who would let you put that inside her. You didn't hurt her, did you?"
"I don't think so."
"Really, I shouldn't be surprised. What woman wouldn't want a man built like you?" She sighed and started the car. "I guess that really is the problem, isn't it? I think I know someone who can help."
"Where are we going?"
"To see a friend of mine."
"Who?"
"Mrs. Murphy."
"You mean Cindy's Mom?" Ethan said.
"Yes. Why? Do you have a problem with that?"
"No. I mean yeah. I hate Cindy. She's such a brat."
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure she won't even be there," Mom said, and drove out of the parking lot.
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