In Good Hands
For the first several minutes, the young zebra just glowered at him from across the other side of the room.
Dr. Foster didn't take it personally. He wasn't the one the eighteen year old was truly angry with. The most likely candidates for that distinction were most likely his parents. As a long practicing therapist, Andy Foster had plenty of experience divorcing his own feelings from the emotional turmoil of his patients. Whether they were they by choice or not.
As they sat in this artificial, drawn out silence, the saint bernard kept himself benignly busy by making a grocery list and writing down gift ideas for the holidays. Andy knew the kid was expecting him to begin a hellish inquisition any moment, and so he decided that he wouldn't play into the boy's assumptions and let Ty cast him into the role of the villain. Instead, he'd let Ty decide when, and even if, they began at all.
Patience not being a hallmark of adolescents, the zebra eventually stopped trying to use will of force alone to make Dr. Foster voluntarily reveal himself as the douchebag Ty was counting on him to be, and instead bluntly demanded,
"So, are you going to ask me any fucking questions or not?"
Well, here it was. The one real opportunity he'd have to establish trust early on. Andy knew that if he blew it, he'd likely not have another shot for several sessions. Assuming the boy's parents were willing to keep paying up for hour long sessions filled mostly with silence and staring.
Taking a deep breath first, Dr. Foster gave it his best shot.
"I'm not really sure I see the point. I mean, you're not here because you want to be here, and, if I'm being honest, you shouldn't really be here at all. If it makes things easier on you, you can just sit here and relax for a while. When our time is up, you can tell your parents whatever you need to for this to blow over faster. I won't go behind your back and contradict you to them. Patient confidentiality and all that."
The jock just stared at him with incredulity for a few seconds, then made a light snort of disbelief.
"You think I believe that you're completely cool with what I did? That would sort of making you an odd exception, yeah?"
Andy was pleased that his gambit succeeded. The boy didn't trust him by any stretch of the imagination, of course, but at least they were talking. Every relationship had to start somewhere, after all.
"Odd? I hear people use that word to describe me more than you might think. It didn't bother me before, just as it doesn't bother me now. Yes, I can be a bit odd. But if everyone developed in the same way or at the same rate, this world we live in would be much less interesting. You being here has less to do with what you did that it has to do with how others reacted to it."
Choosing to focus on his perceived victimization, Ty grew frustrated.
"Well, then fucking tell them that! Why am I the one in the chair if they're the one with the problem?"
Wanting to get them back to safer conversational territory, Andy tried to refocus the teenager as adeptly as he could.
"They aren't my patient, Ty. You are. I don't force people to speak with me, for ethical reasons. You chose to be here because the threatened alternative was much less pleasant. I believe I understand the reasons why you'd agree to sit down with me. I also happen to believe that just because you don't deserve to be here doesn't mean that there's nothing for you to gain by being here. But maybe that's my own ego speaking. Ultimately, what you get out of this is for you to decide. I don't view this time with you as a punishment, and I hope you come to feel the same way."
The room descended into silence once more as the zebra mulled over the therapist's words. Slouching in the oversized chair, Ty stared at the floor for a couple minutes.
Eventually, he spoke up again.
"I didn't do nothing bad to that kid. I mean, yeah, I did come on to him, but he said 'yes' and everything. When we got caught, he even tried telling them that, but no one cared. Too busy yelling."
Seeking and finding eye contact with the boy, Dr. Foster nodded.
"I believe you. The problem is, you were eighteen and he was seventeen. As far as the law is concerned, he wasn't legally able to give consent. It may not be fair, but that one year difference meant his 'yes' was actually a 'no'. You're lucky your parents were able to negotiate mandatory therapy with the boy's guardians. If they chose to report it to the police, you'd be facing potential jail time. Even I'm in murky territory here, because legally I'm suppose to report any known sexual abuse to the local attorney."
Wincing at the words 'police', 'jail time', and 'sexual abuse', Ty mumbled, "Then why aren't you?"
"Because I don't think that would be in anyone's best interest. Sometimes the moral thing and the legal thing are mutually exclusive. I don't even feel the boy's parents should have even threatened you, once they learned that it was consensual. There was only a six month age gap between you two, correct?"
"...Yeah, something like that..."
"It's ridiculous to expect physically mature teenagers to not experiment sexually. Biologically speaking, there's little to no difference between his age and your age. It's just a legal line in the sand that they drew there because lawmakers felt they needed to draw it somewhere. So, no, I don't believe you belong in jail. You don't even belong in that chair. But, since you're here, we might as well talk it out some so you don't let this experience sour you on sex, or development some unfortunate mental hang-up due to all this."
A confused look on coming over his face, Ty shysly asked, "Huh? Like what?"
"Without naming names, I'll say that I have many patients who experience intense anxiety or feelings of guilt in relation to sex. Not just gay sex, either. Any kind of sex. Even plain ol' vanilla, missionary position sex. For most of them, it's something they carried with them into adulthood -- a legacy leftover from social cues they were taught or picked up on from childhood. Ty, listen to me. There is absolutely zero reason to let this turn you off sex or to fall into self-defeating habits or modes of thinking. You're eighteen. Legally and pysyiologically, you're an adult, able to make your own choices. So choose not to let this one ugly situation weigh you down."
Posture improving alongside his outlook, the high school senior allowed himself a smile.
"Get back in the saddle, eh? Sounds like you're telling me I need to get laid again."
Trying to keep a serious expression on his face even as the cheeky youth was making him want to roll his eyes and chuckle, Andy instead said, "Hey, you laugh but that's not a terrible idea. It would help to put this ugliness behind you. Just... if I may make a suggestion... make sure they're over eighteen and don't do it their parents' house."
Taking a sip from the glass of water on his desk, what the zebra said next nearly made the saint bernard breathe the liquid instead of drinking it.
"Well... you're over eighteen. Wanna fuck?"
Donning an expression so surprised as to be nearly goofy, the doctor sputtered, "Over eighteen and old enough to be your father, young man. That's hardly what I was suggesting!"
Leaning forward in his cushioned seat, the handsome jock put on his most dashing smile and said, "I'll suggest it, then. Come on, doc. What do ya say? I bet you'd be real good at helping me shrink my head back down... pants are getting a little tight, ya know?"
Sure enough, the adolescent's ever-ready labido had already half-primed his zebra length to fill out the front of his trousers.
Continuing on, Ty rubbed his fingertips over the bulge in his pants and said, "Weren't you saying I shouldn't let any hang-ups stop me? You also said we're both adults. Well, this mature, consenting adult wants to bust a nut... and I want your tongue to do it for me."
Mind working in overdrive, Dr. Foster tried to use the logical parts of his brain to regain control of the situation. Instead, he found it nearly impossible to concentrate as the very attractive male specimen in front of him began unzipping his pants, only to extract his nearly fully-hard pole out of his jeans and then started to stroke it while angling the impressively sized cock to provide his therapist with an amazing view.
About average in length and girth for an equus, that meant Ty's dick appeared massive to the attentive saint bernard. No slouch himself in the tackle department, the teenager's shaft still had him bested by far. Long, dark, and heavily veined, the white and black striped youth gripped its base with both hands before waving it up and down through the air towards the canine.
"Do it, man... help a bro out and just suck on it a little. Don't leave me hanging here, dripping on your carpet..."
And that, Andy saw, was exactly what the zebra was doing: dripping increasingly large dewdrops of pre from the blunted head and then down the bottom of the shaft before dripping off onto the expensive plush carpet.
Feeling his own erection nearly bursting out of his formal slacks, the tongue-tied doctor simply sat and gaped as the boy used both hands to pleasure himself, torn between his professionalism and his wanton desire for the tender aged male. Andy felt like he must have been drooling onto his desk, his hands gripping the polished wood so tightly part of his mind worried he was leaving claw marks.
For several more minutes the doctor silently, intently watched Ty worked the long, thick meat that jutted up from between the unfastened zipper. Eyes closed, the zebra allowed himself to relax, one fist on top of the other as both gripped and stroked the increasingly damp flesh. Moaning softly and panting under his breath, the patient called out to the older man, telling him,
"This feels so good, doc. Like I'm really chill... just going with the flow, you know? I can feel your eyes on me, and it's making me feel real good... really hot. It's making me hard, dude... hard and wet. But I need you to finish... I need your mouth, man. I'm kind of into older guys, you know? I like that they're willing to get on their knees for me... and I really like it when they swallow. Come on, doc, I got somethin' for ya... come and swallow it for me."
It was just too big of a temptation, and so the doctor's self restraint snapped. Looking over his shoulder, Andy made sure that the blinds were firmly closed before standing up to lock both sets of doors. With his eyes still closed, Ty hardly seemed to notice as Dr. Foster moved around the office.
That is, until he felt the saint bernard gently reach into his pants and pull out his hairless, leathery sack, before sucking one of the balls into his warm maw.
Keeping his eyes closed, the zebra responded by offering up the loudest moan yet, as the canine managed to wrap his lips all the way around the fat nut. Working his tongue over every square inch of the boy's teste, Andy brought the slight salty tasting egg as far back into his mouth as could, stretching it and its protective sack out and away from the root of Ty's cock. With one nut lavished in moist attention, the other was left alone as Dr. Foster spoiled the lucky one with fawning worship.
Back and forth the ball rolled around in the saint bernard's attentive muzzle. Trapping the elusive teste between cheeks, tongue, and teeth, the canine steadily pulled the treasured tender bit until Ty got the message and allowed himself to ease out of the chair and onto the carpeted floor, guided by the older man's insistent mouth.
Laying out on the floor with legs stretched, arms flexed, and hands behind his head, the adolescent male couldn't help but give soft words of encourage to the man who was old enough to be his dad.
"Yeah, man... work that nut. You're gonna make it spew a huge batch for ya, I can feel it. The other one's getting jealous, though... do it next, yeah?"
Andy was more than happy to comply... but only after he was finished having his fun with his current toy. Now that Ty was on the floor and his sack was easily accessible, Dr. Foster set himself to working on the ball he'd already captured between his lips. Alternating between lewdly worshiping it and delicately tormenting it, the canine single mindedly licked and sucked on the fertile treat until it practically throbbed with unspent seed.
Only then did he turn and do the exact same to the other, previously unmolested teste. It too was softly gnawed on, licked, gargled, prodded, compressed, and sucked until its mobile swimmers were also fully primed, churning in their eagerness to be squeezed through the zebra's extra long seminal tract and urethra.
As Ty resisted the urge to jackoff, he could feel his now hypersensitive thick-skinned balls ache in heightened pleasure in time with his pulse, which was beating faster and faster. The pendulous orbs usually felt merely large as they hung down between his legs, but with the doctor spending nearly ten minutes on individual attention for each of them, now they felt tremendous and swollen.
Finally, the saint bernard let the second egg slip out of his mouth with a wet pop. Letting his eyes travel over the zebra's still clothed body, the canine smiled as he noticed that the stud jock had ruined his t-shirt with the huge wet spot his giant zebra cock had spewed between his pecs.
Taking the jutting arousal in hand and pulling it up and perpendicular to the rest of his prone body, Andy scooted until he was kneeling to Ty's side, leaning down looking at his length straight on. Letting most of the saliva he'd worked up slavering over the young man's nuts leak out of his mouth, the canine watched in a kind of horny rapture as the heavy shaft became soaked in his spit. Between his pre and the drool, the zebra's pole looked drenched, a mess that was already spreading onto the boy's jeans.
Spotting his target of opportunity, Dr. Foster dove in and attacked the blunt cock head with his mouth and tongue. Paying special attention the uniquely shaped piss hole and the spigot's nearly donut shaped form. Pressing the tip of his tongue into the pit of that hole, the saint bernard enjoyed the quiet hissing intake of breathe the equine made. He also enjoyed a quiet thrill as the cock length in his hands flexed so hard it felt like it couldn't decide if it was trying to escape his grip or cum on the spot.
Splitting his generous attention, the canine switched between focusing his muzzle on the cum slit and the rest of the rounded head as his hands played over the soaked meat spire. Occasionally he'd stop to take a ball in hand before kneading it between his fingers and lower palm -- just so as to remind them that they were by no means safe from his consideration.
Ty, for his part, was so close to the edge he was beginning to pant. The rear of his hoof's scruffed the carpet as his impressive thigh muscles flexed. His hips began to gyrate as if one moment they wanted to cram a few more inches into the doctor's mouth while the next they wanted to pull back to escape the rough treatment his cock head was receiving. His armpits sweated through the fabric, further ruining his shirt as he became more and more worked up.
Always wanting to be the one in control, the doctor made up his mind that it was time to bring this hard rod into line. Squeezing the base of the cock until the flesh bulged slightly out from between his fingers, Andy pistoned his head up and down over the top portion of the zebra's shaft as fast as he possibly could.
Painting turned into groaning which turned into begging, as Ty nearly shouted, "Oh, fuck man! I'm coming, man! Oh, fuuuuuck, man, I'm cumming so hard it hurts!"
Tongue lashed spooge nuggets compressed painfully/gloriously as semen jetted out the teenager's cum slit and flooded the canine's mouth.
"Yeah, swallow that cum! You fucking down that load!"
But Andy actually had no intention of actually swallowing the boy's spunk, as that would defeat the purpose of working so hard to encourage his balls to shoot so much. Wanting to enjoy seeing the fruits of his labor, Dr. Foster let the powerful cum jets strike the back of his throat before letting gravity taking the cream down his tongue and back out, pooling on the boy's cock head before drizzling down his length in thick rivulets.
Feeling a sudden noticeable warm dampness around his crotch, the striped zebra sat up suddenly and opened his eyes, only to see an unbelievable mess completely wrecking his jeans.
"Dude? Dude! Oh man, you got jizz everywhere! Fuck me, dude, these are three hundred dollar pants! Start swallowing, man! You hear me, dude? Dude!"
Andy heard him, but he didn't think the cocky teen was going to appreciate what he was going to do about it. Letting the boy's now only dripping arousal slip out of his mouth and back onto the lad's t-shirt, in a flash the canine unbuttoned his own trousers and whipped out his already knotted dick.
In less than a dozen lighting quick strokes he was already over the edge, shooting his own somewhat more modest load. Aiming carefully, the saint bernard tried to cover as much of Ty's cock surface area as he could, from base to flared head. The lad could only stare with disbelieving eyes as his shirt was similarly drenched, except this time in the the other man's load instead of his own.
"Oh maaaan... you're getting your spoo everywhere, dude... Fuck me, man. Enough, yo, stop already! Haven't you cum enough? Jeez, how much you got stored in there? You part horse or what?"
Body flooded with wonderful endorphins, Andy laughed merrily as he took the lad's shaft in hand once more, only this time for the purpose of indulging himself in smearing around canine seed into the silky, wet flesh of the slowly shrinking zebra cock.
"There ya go, kid. Scented and claimed by an alpha male dog. Something to cross off your bucket list, and you're only eighteen. Not bad, huh?"
The doctor knew that Ty was a mess and that it was mostly his fault, but he hadn't been able to resist. How often does a barely legal jock stud throw themselves at you in your own office?
Coming down from the euphoria of getting an epic nut, the zebra seemed panicked as he said, "Well, man, it's just that my parents are going to be here soon to pick me up and I don't have a change of clothes!"
"Well, one day your parents are just going to have to accept that their baby Ty is an adult now and --"
Cutting him off, the semen splattered teenager said, "Dude, you keep mixing me up with the other guy! He was the one who was eighteen -- My birthday isn't for four more months!"
Speechless, Dr. Foster stayed kneeling on the ground with his half-hard cock still jutting out while beside him sat the too-young zebra who was wearing his jizz like it was going out of style.
Grinning the precocious smile of a boy who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Ty laughed and said, "But man... you were right though. Busting my nut was just what I needed. Thanks doc!"