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Greatly Concerned

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Another story from a client.


The young man came to me, a friend of his father, because he was greatly concerned about what he called a 'stripe.' At first he was reluctant to show me, but at the same time, he was bursting to show someone who he could trust, and might be able to put his mind at ease. After a bit of hemming and hawing, I just told him to drop his shorts and I'd take a look. I had him lay on my bed, and although the situation was slightly embarrassing, I did take a close look. His penis looked normal in every way, and I told him so. "No, look," he said, as he grabbed his own dick and turned it so I could get a closer look at the underside. "See, there's a slightly darker stripe leading down along the bottom from my circumcision scar down to my balls. In fact, if you look closely, you'll see it continues down my scrotum as well." I pushed his fingers away, and took his penis into my own fingers. I noticed it seemed sort of puffy, like not fully flaccid. I did see the stripe he was talking about. It didn't seem so bad. In fact, I could sort of remember noticing something similar on myself. I told him so. "Well, I think maybe the doctors when crazy when I was circumcised as a baby," he said. Then he said, "Or, maybe, I needed some sort of operation that my parents never told me about." "Quit obsessing." I told him. "I've got the same thing. I think it's normal." "You've got a stripe?" "I think so. I never really paid that close of attention to that." I was still holding his penis, and it was definitely getting a bit bigger. "Well, can we compare?" "No." "No?" "Too weird," I added. There was something in his expression. I assumed that he was still obsessed that his 'stripe' was a problem of some sort. He seemed really, really concerned. You know how you get when something is bothering you, how it keeps playing on your mind. Like the corner of the screen protector on my phone is peeling up. It's driving me crazy. But this was the kid's penis. I could see how one could obsess over that big time. So, I relented, hoping that my 'stripe' would be visible enough to satisfy him. So, I pulled down my pants. I let him look close. I let him touch my penis, and turn it this way and that. My, it felt good! But, I must not pay attention to that. Geez, I was starting to feel an erection coming on. "Yes, I see it," he sighed with great relief. However, he hadn't let go of my penis yet, and it was starting to truly swell up. I was becoming mortified. The last thing I wanted to do was get sexual with my friend's son. What would the kid think? But it was becoming too late. I was going into a full-blown erection. Trying to deflect the situation, I asked, "Why didn't you just bring this up with your dad?" "Are you kidding?" I understood. His father was a rather conservative sort. One didn't discuss sexual things with his father. "Hey, you're getting hard!" he noted. "No I'm not!" I hurriedly exclaimed. "Yes, you are. Go ahead and admit it. It's OK. I'm not going to tell Dad or anything." "Well, I suppose it's a natural response to being held." He was still holding my penis. Why, I wondered? But then, why hadn't I gotten off the bed to end this craziness? Before I could say anything else, he started stroking his fingers up and down along my penis. I wondered whether it was a sort of natural unconscious reaction. I didn't stop him. It just felt too nice. In fact, if I recall correctly, I might have said, "Ummm!" The stroking became much more than something unconscious. The kid started jerking me off in earnest! That orgasmic feeling that everyone knows and loves was starting to build up in me. I stopped him. Not because I didn't want to cum, but because I wanted it to last. Plus, knowing the nature of men, most men, I figured I'd better return the favor before I ejaculated. So, wordlessly, I pushed him back down on the bed, leaned over him, and started massaging his penis, which I noted was already fully hard. It didn't take too long to bring him to the edge, then I stopped. "Hey!" he practically yelled. "It's called edging. Let's make it last." "Um, OK," and catching my drift right away, he returned to me, and started stroking my penis again with his soft, still boyish fingers. Unfortunately, I'm not the super-hero I'd like to think, and I ejaculated almost immediately. He smiled, while wiping the cum off his fingers. "That was great!" "Why, thank you." I replied sheepishly. As soon as I recovered, I came back to him, and stroked his beautiful cock. Within a minute, he ejaculated fiercely all over his stomach, chest, and even shot a drip onto his chin. It took him a minute before he could speak again. The first thing he said was, "Let's do it again soon." I agreed. [That's my 'stripe' in the picture]

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