Jem POV

Jem's frantic silver gaze scanned the newspaper ad.

Sexual Therapy. $40/hour

After the events of the previous day, things had been even more awkward. Just the memory of Tessa's warm, soft pussy pulsing against his foot made Jem's cock throb.

His mind made up, Jem retrieved scissors from a drawer and cut along the dotted lines of the ad.

Dr. Michelson

Jem gulped. He hoped this doctor could help him.

Dr. Michelson Pov

Dr. Michelson adjusted his tie. A lanky, silver-haired boy sat in the brown leather seat across from him. His pretty, straight teeth sunk into his plump lower lip as he squirmed nervously.

Dr. Michelson cleared his throat, pulling his gaze away from the boy's mouth. "What is your name?"

The boy gasped, as if he had forgotten there was someone else in the room. "J-Jem...my name is Jem."

With a sharp jaw and delicate features, Jem really was stunningly attractive. The therapist cleared his throat once again. "What brings you here today?"

For the first time, Jem looked up."I'm not really sure." Then he sighed. "Actually, there are a few things in my romantic life that I'm confused about."

The therapist raised his brows. "And what would they be?"

Jem crossed one leg over the other, his black pants rising up slightly. The therapist's mouth went dry at the sight of pale skin and willowy ankles. "Well," Jem started, "There's this one boy and this one girl. I've sort of had...relations with both of them. The whole thing has been pretty confusing. I don't know if I'm gay or...whatever." His voice trailed off.

Jem ran a hand through his hair. "Dr. Michelson, I -"

"Please, call me Michael," the therapist interrupted.

Jem drew his shoulders up, leaning back against the chair. "Okay, Michael...I've had sex with one of them and just kind of messed around with the other. My feelings for both are equally as strong and I...I just don't know what to do."

"Are they aware of each other?" Michael asked.

"Yeah," Jem responded. "We've even done stuff together."

Michael pursed his lips, interested. "Tell me more."

Jem's cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed. "We just kind of played with ourselves in front of each other. It's not really something we talk about."

A dull throbbing started just below Michael's abdomen. "Go on," he urged Jem.

Jem continued. "The first person I had full on sex with was the girl, but the guy gave me my first blow job. I've thought about him for awhile now, been having pretty graphic dreams lately."

Michael cocked his head. "Well Jem, maintaining more than one romantic relationship at a time is never healthy. Think about who you simply lust after and who you really see yourself with outside of sex. Desire is human, but instead of acting out on those thoughts and fantasies, you could simply practice self pleasure and gratification."

Jem gulped. "So you're saying I just need to masturbate...that's it?"

"Well, it's not quite that simple. But it could help. Why don't you try it now," Michael suggested.

Jem's breath faltered. "In front of you?"

Michael was silent, and Jem had his answer.

Jem's shaky, graceful fingers went to the zipper of his pants. His cock was clearly visible straining against the fabric.

Michaels own cock pulsed and jerked as he observed. Jem slowly pulled out his thickening penis, just holding it in his fist. The shaft was pink with arousal, his foreskin already retracted.

"Jem, why don't you take off the pants all the way," Michael said.

Jem's brows furrowed, but he obeyed nonetheless. The fabric hit the carpet floor with a soft thud. Now Michael could see Jem's plump, pink scrotum as well.

His mouth grew dry. Jem stroked himself up and down, shuddering as his thump circled the head. With his other hand, he massaged his balls. Beads of pre-come dripped down, coating the top of his fist.

Jem closed his eyes, soft moans escaping his parted lips. Needing more contact, Jem rested his legs on either arm rest, spreading himself wide. The position revealed the puckered pink hole of his anus.

Michael suppressed a moan of his own, swallowing loudly. "J-Jem, stand up."

Jem let go of his cock and stood up, looking slightly confused.

"I have something for you," Michael said. At that, the door creaked open and a girl walked in. She was extremely petite, with curly brown hair.

She was also completely naked. Her cherry red nipples were peaked from the air conditioning and her tender pink folds glistened between her slender thighs. She didn't say a word, lying back on the couch once occupied by Jem and spreading her legs.

Michael ran his tongue over his lips, trying to ignore his raging erection. "Fuck her," he said.

Jem turned around, looking even more confused. "How will having sex with her help me?"

Michael cocked his head. "Sex can be extremely intense, especially for a virgin. Experiencing it outside of your relationships will help you differentiate sensation from emotion."

Jem swallowed, turning back to the girl and settling his hips between her thighs.

He aimed his pulsing penis at her sensitive entrance, drawing back and thrusting. She cried out, wrapping her legs around him. Jem's back arched in pleasure as her pussy clamped down on his cock.

With Jem turned away from him, Michael undid his pants and grasped his shaft. He stroked himself roughly up and down, savoring the tingles running up his cock. His thumb captured a bead of moisture from the slit, circling it around the head of his penis. He bit his lip to keep from crying out as his scrotum drew up tightly.

Meanwhile, Jem was still moaning and thrusting. His butt flexed everytime he withdrew.

"Describe the sensation," Michael said hoarsely.

Jem was barely able to speak between his ragged breaths."Her pussy is so wet and hot and tight. She's squeezing my cock." He groaned, ramming into her. "It feels so good."

Michael was now thrusting his hips into his own fist, groaning out loud. Feeling himself about to orgasm, he focused only on the glans, jerking roughly. His slit gaped open, long spurts of semen jetting out endlessly. "UUUNGHHH...UNGH...FUUUCCKKK," he screamed.

Jem's hips thrust back and forth, his deep groans of pleasure mixing with feminine moans.

About to reach his own orgasm, he began jack-hammering into the girl's pussy. Her cries of pleasure echoed off the walls.

Michael could just barely see her puffy pink labia, stretched taut around Jem's throbbing cock.

Jem bent his head, drawing one of her rosy nipples into his mouth and suckling. She seemed to like that, threading her tiny fingers into his hair and holding him close.

As Jem's thrusts became harder, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She shuddered in orgasm, moisture gushing out of her pussy to soak Jem's cock.

Their bodies now came together with a wet, squelching sound.

Jem's hips slowed to a grind, feeling her vaginal muscles fluttering around him. Burying his face into her neck, he groaned. Michael imagined the semen spurting out of his shaft to land deep inside her womb.

After a whole minute of ejaculation, he collapsed on top of her.

Michael cleared his throat, signaling their session was almost over. Jem withdrew, standing on unsteady feet.

The girl still had her legs open obscenely, and white cum dripped from the gaping hole of her pussy.

Michael groaned at the sight, turning to face Jem. "Now, you can separate love from lust."

Jem just stood there, shoulders trembling. But surprisingly, that ever-present confusion was gone.

Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, I've been pretty busy lately. I'm open to suggestions, so please tell me what you'd like to see in this story. Remember, feedback keeps me motivated. Happy reading :)

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