Conversion Therapy

I glanced downward and saw he had another erection. The ED formula I'd used would be good for forty-eight hours, but I decided to give him another dose later today. I want to turn him into a 'walking hard-on'...heh-heh-heh...

He learned quickly. His hands were soft and skilled. He fell into a nice rhythm and when I finally said, "Faster" he immediately obeyed.

The pressure was building in my balls. I began moaning and thrusting my hips upward. Without me telling him, he stroked my throbbing prick faster and harder.

He has good instincts, I thought as I stared at his full, pouty lips. He'll become an excellent cocksucker too-I think I'll begin training his mouth tomorrow.

My balls produce a huge amount of spunk. I carefully watched his face as load-after-load of cum shot from my cockhead. One load hit his cheek. The look of shock and awe in his eyes made my orgasm that much more intense.

"C'mon, let's go clean-up," I said when I climbed off the table.

With both of us still nude, I took his hand and led him to the bathroom. Halfway there I stopped and pointed at his erection. It was time to plant a seed of doubt in his mind.

"I didn't know you're gay," I said with a straight face.

Another beet red blush covered his face.

"I, uh—no-no—I'm not gay!" he said defensively.

"Well, from the sight of 'that'-you sure loved playing with my cock and balls!" I smiled at him.

I used the soap and wash cloth and gently cleaned him all over. Of course, I paid special attention to his crotch and by the time I was done he was trembling and weak in the knees. Pre-cum dribbling from his slit.

"Hmmm..." I said. "Looks like you need me to do you another favor."

"Ohhh...Mister Harwood, no-no you don't have to," he whined.

I grabbed his erection and said, "What kind of friend would I be if I left you in this condition?" I asked.

"Put your hands against the wall," I said.

"Huh?" he asked confused.

I positioned him three-feet from the far shower wall, and gently pushed him forward until all he had for balance was his hands on the wall. I gently nudged his legs further apart and reached around and took his prick in my hand. I squeezed it and he groaned; any resistance he may have had was gone.

I poured liquid soap on my hand and coated my middle finger. I lowered the finger to his slightly splayed buttocks and ran it back-and-forth from his anus to perineum.

"OH MY GOD-WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MISTER HARWOOD?" he shouted over his shoulder.

"Shhhh...relax, son...I'm going to give you the best climax you've ever had in your entire life!" I said. "Do you trust me, Ronnie? Do you trust your boss?"

I heard him groan. I smiled as I continued soaping up his nether region, waiting for the only answer I knew he could give me.

"Y-Yes, sir...yes, I trust you Mister Harwood."

"Good boy...I'm going to give you pleasure, Ronnie...don't fight it-ACCEPT IT...you deserve pleasure, don't you Ronnie?"

"I—I guess so..." he answered softly.

"Good boy...now relax and enjoy," I said.

My finger and his anus were well soaped. I applied more and more pressure until the very tip of my finger popped thru his tight opening.

I heard him hiss and gasp.

"Good boy," I said. "You're doing fine."

I squeezed his cock and began to stroke it while very slowly pushing my finger farther-and-farther inside his virgin asshole.

"OH GOD-OH JESUS-OH CRAP-OH MY..." he hissed into the wall.

I gave no quarter. My finger made its way all the way inside him until the palm of my hand could actually squeeze his soft buttocks.

I withdrew my finger to the knuckle then thrust it back inside him.

"OH GOD, MISTER HARWOOD-OH GOD, MISTER HARWOOD..."

I had the boy right where I wanted him. I finger-fucked him at will. The walls of his asshole milked my finger; he was squirming and thrusting his hips backward to meet the finger in his ass.

My own cock throbbed and ached but I stuck with the plan. A weaker-willed man would have said "To hell with it!" and removed his finger and impaled the virgin boy on his cock.

I knew he was close. Now when I thrust into him I made sure the finger hit his prostate.

"OOOHHHHHHH-GGGOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDD..."

"Cum for me, Ronnie-I want to hear you scream when you cum, Sweetie!"

Sweetie? Ooops! I didn't mean to call him that for at least another couple days. Maybe he didn't hear me...

I pumped his prick faster and thrust my finger up his ass harder.

"OOOHHHHHHHHH-JEEEEEZZZZZZZ-YES-OH-GOD-YES-I'M-CUMMING-I'M-CUMMING-I'M-CUMMMIIINNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG..."

It was all I could do to hold him up so he wouldn't fall. His body jerked and bucked wildly; I continued milking his prick until I'd drained every last drop from his balls.

When he came to rest he collapsed against me. I held him in my arms; I wanted to kiss and stroke him but it was too soon. I felt his heart pounding against mine.

There was a strange, far-off look in his eyes; a blank expression on his pretty face.

I smiled at him and looked downward. His eyes followed mine to my pulsating hard-on.

I placed the soap in his hand and he immediately understood what was expected. He gave me a wonderfully tender and slow handjob.

When I came, I cried-out his name. I thought I detected a self-satisfied smile on his pretty face.

"My mother taught me to be self-sufficient around the house...and she says I'm a pretty good cook," he said proudly.

After our shower it was lunchtime, and I told him to fix us sandwiches. I had asked if he knew how to cook.

The cabin hadn't cooled-off much so I insisted to stay comfortable he remain in just the gym shorts, and I wore only boxers.

I sat at the table watching his every move. I wanted to make sure he knew his way around a kitchen. After all, once he became my wife, he would be responsible for all household duties and chores.

As I watched him, I felt an inner peace and happiness that had been missing for a very long time. Not only had the boy given me two wonderful orgasms before 1pm, but he himself appeared contented and at ease. He seemed to glide effortlessly around the kitchen, and I could hear him humming a song that was currently popular with the kids.

"Mister Harwood?" he said while we were eating.

"Yes, Ronnie?" I replied.

"I never really had close friends...I don't get along very well with guys my own age...what we just did-I mean, is it true two guys do those things for each other and they're not considered gay?" he asked with serious concern.

"Absolutely," I said with conviction. "Men have needs and if women aren't around to take care of those needs men help out each other...there is a long history of that beginning with the ancient Greeks right up to modern times...I've heard stories from soldiers returning from Afghanistan who say that many Arab men practice 'man-love Thursday' where boys your age or younger satisfy older men...and when those boys turn into men-they have boys take care of them...they even have a saying for it."

"What is the saying?" he asked.

I smiled at him and said, "Women are for procreation-men are for recreation!"

I stood behind him massaging his neck and shoulders while he was doing the dishes. I used the excuse he looked tense to get my hands on his soft flesh one more time.

He didn't pull away or object. In fact, he rolled his head and said, "That feels good."

I felt my prick stirring in my shorts again. I was considering giving myself a dose of the ED potion when suddenly a thunderclap so loud startled the both of us. He fell backward into me, and I kept him from falling.

"WOW-that was close-by," he said.

I could feel his heart pounding. And then we heard the sound of heavy rain pelting the windows and roof.

He finished the dishes and I took his hand and said:

"C'mon, let's see if we can sit on the porch..."

It depended from which direction the storm was coming. The screened-in porch was dry; we sat on the swinging loveseat and gently rocked back-and-forth watching Mother Nature's wind, rain, thunder and lightning. It was an impressive display.

When the storm passed thru and all we could hear was the steady drip-drip-drip of the rainwater falling off the leaves, I decided it was time.

"Ronnie, if you don't mind me asking...how many girls have you been with?"

He blushed and stammered:

"Well, uh, you know...I guess not as many as most guys my age..."

"Five? Six? More?" I pressed him for an answer.

His face turned beet-red now and he took a long time to answer.

"One...two if you count just oral sex," he said softly.

I took the opportunity to put my arm around his shoulders to console him.

"Some guys start later than others," I said. "You're a shy boy...you're very good-looking, but kind of small...it must be difficult for a boy like you to compete with bigger, more masculine men."

"It is..." he said sadly. "I can get girls to talk and laugh, but when it comes time to, well, you know-get physical...they seem to lose interest...they tell me I'm not a very good kisser."

My cock lurched in my shorts. He'd just given me the perfect opening.

"I could help you with that, if you want," I said casually. "I've been told I'm a great kisser!"

His eyes flew wide-his face went white:

"Uh...Mister Harwood, uh, I dunno...wouldn't that be kind of 'gay'?"

I remained calm and chuckled good-naturedly.

"Ronnie, I want to help you...that's all there is to it...we're two friends alone here in a nice cabin looking out over a beautiful lake...when we get home, no one will ever know what went on here...I think I can help you with your problem-one friend helping another friend..."

Uncertainty was written all over his face. I needed to take advantage of this moment so I leaned over and planted a firm kiss on his cheek.

His face went from white to red.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"Well, no...but, I mean..."

"Close your eyes, Ronnie," I said softly.

"But Mister Harwood, I-"

"CLOSE YOUR EYES!!" I commanded. He immediately obeyed me.

I lightly held his head with both hands, turned him gently to me and pressed my lips on his. I worked my lips while his remained flat, unresponsive. The girls were right: he wasn't much of a kisser.

"Ronnie," I whispered. "Move your lips like I do...press them harder on my mouth..."

He was an excellent student! His kisses grew more passionate, his full and pouty lips responded to me and he eagerly kissed me back. I pushed his lips apart with my tongue and found his. He caught-on right-away and our tongues licked and danced together.

My cock was fully erect and my balls began to ache. I snuck a peek at his crotch-he was hard, too, and had a pre-cum stain on his yellow shorts.

Without warning, I slid my hand into his shorts and grasped his prick and squeezed. His body nearly jumped off the loveseat.

I whispered in his ear, "Do what I do!"

The wonderful boy immediately obeyed me. He forced his hand inside my shorts, took hold of my raging cock, and followed my movement stroke-for-stroke.

I became lost kissing his wonderful lips. I was giddy the boy was such a quick learner. When I felt the excitement growing in my balls, I broke our kiss, pulled down both his and my shorts to our knees.

When I resumed stroking his prick, I massaged his balls as well. He did the same for me. Our mouths met again and when his balls exploded he thrust his tongue into my mouth causing me to ejaculate too.

It must have been quite a sight to see: our hands furiously working each other's genitals while our mouths were locked in a wet and passionate kiss.

We gasped and cried-out. I watched his face contort; eyes closed; mouth wide-open. He was a picture of pure bliss. He fell into my arms while we waited for our hearts to stop pounding.

"Now you know how to kiss a girl," I said breathing heavily.

I gave him tissues, and without even telling him, he cleaned the spunk off of me first and then did the same for himself. What a wonderful boy!

We adjusted our shorts. I put my arm around him. He laid his head on my shoulder and just before we fell asleep I gave him one more kiss on his lips. I was thrilled he accepted it without protest.

Two-hours later a loud clap of thunder woke us from our nap. This time the rain came at us thru the screen. We hurried inside before we got wet. It was too early for dinner so we sat on the sofa to play chess.

"Oh, do you smoke cigars, Mister Harwood?" he asked.

He was looking at the long, cylindrical tube lying beside the chess set. I smiled and said, "No, I use that for something else." He shrugged and accepted my answer.

After the first chess game I asked him if he wanted to share a beer with me.

"Oh, that would be great, Mister Harwood!" he enthusiastically replied.

I smiled and said, "Ronnie, we're close friends now, why don't you call me 'William'?"

He said, "Oh wow-thank you William...yeah, I guess what we've done together, well, you know..."

I laughed and said, "We're 'friends with benefits'-have you heard that expression before?"

A quizzical look crossed his face. "Uh-huh...but I was never sure what it meant before now."

On the way to the kitchen I smiled at his refreshing innocence.

I poured a vial of 'love potion' into his glass, opened a beer and filled it to the top. I poured the rest of the beer into my glass.

On the way back I stopped when I saw Ronnie thumbing thru one of the porn magazines. He stared at one photo a long time.

Finally I coughed to make my presence known. I watched him hurriedly close the magazine and shove it under the magazine on top. It made me wonder what he'd been looking at so intently.

Once again I sat so close to him our legs were touching. I glanced at the pile of magazines and saw that "Busty Babes" was on top. I knew when I'd left the room "Boys Will Be Boys" had been the top magazine.

I chuckled to myself when I saw the wet spot and bulge on the crotch of his gym shorts. I had him right where I wanted him...it was time to apply my Conversion Therapy techniques.

"Is there something you want to tell me, Ronnie?" I asked the boy as we continued the game.

"Uh...I don't know what you mean, Mister-I mean William," he answered nervously.

I smiled and said, "Describe to me your favorite sexual experience, Ronnie...was it the first girl you were with, or the second girl?"

"I...uh, William...please, this is kind of personal...it makes me uncomfortable talking about this..."

"Ronnie-listen to me-I'm trying to help you...I am getting the distinct impression that sex with those girls wasn't all that great for you, is that correct?"

Another beet-red blush covered his face-God, how I love his naïve sincerity.

"No-no, William-I liked it fine!"

"I'm sure you did, Ronnie-there isn't a man alive who doesn't love to ejaculate...but my question was-"'describe to me your favorite sexual experience"? So who was it, the first girl? The second girl? Or neither one of them?"

"Please-this is so embarrassing-I don't like talking about sex!"

"You don't like talking about sex because you're not being honest with yourself-Ronnie, as your friend I'm trying to help you come to terms with your sexuality-I will never lie to you, and I expect you will never lie to me...whatever you say to me will remain strictly between you and me, and I will not judge you...your deepest and darkest desires and secrets are safe with me...do you trust me, Ronnie?"

"Well, uh..."

"DO—YOU—TRUST—ME?"

"YES-I mean, yes, I trust you William."

"Good boy, Ronnie-that's a start...I know how difficult this is for you but I am here for you-I will help you sort out your feelings...your TRUE feelings!"

I draped my arm around his shoulders, pulled him to me and kissed him on the side of his forehead.

"Ronnie..." I said softly in his ear. "Who has given you your best orgasm-the first girl? The second girl? OR ME?"

He choked back a sob. He was trembling in my arms. His head was rolling from side-to-side.

I boldly reached down and grasped his erection thru the ever-dampening gym shorts. His body jerked like he'd been hit with a stun gun.

"Ronnie, it is perfectly okay if you get aroused by the idea of sex with boys and men...you cannot control your likes and dislikes...ever since we arrived here your penis has been hard-you love touching my cock as much as me touching yours, don't you Ronnie? You love being naked with me-you love kissing me-you love me holding you-I have given you the best orgasms you've ever experienced, haven't I Ronnie?"

He snuffled, cleared his throat then said in a barely audible whisper: "Yes...but I don't want to be gay..."

"...and I don't want to be brown-eyed and left-handed but that was the way I was born..."

He began squirming under my handling of his erection. I smiled as I recalled a saying from years ago: "The way to a boy's heart is thru his hard penis."

I released my hand from him and said, "Take down your shorts, Ronnie."

He reluctantly obeyed my command. His will to resist had been overpowered by his need to cum.

This time when I took hold of his prick he melted into my arms. His far-off, dreamy gaze told me I could do or say anything I wanted.

I kissed him hard on the mouth and his lips parted when I pushed my tongue between them. I increased the tempo on his hot, throbbing penis. I loved the feel of his little dick in my hand.

I patiently waited for the tell-tale signs of his impending climax all the while reveling in his full lips and non-stop tongue.

His moans into my mouth became hotter; his hips moved frantically up-and-down. I quickly removed my hand from his prick, found the base of his scrotum and gently encircled the soft flesh with two fingers. I waited for the right time.

Suddenly, his balls began rising in his sac and my fingers pushed them down low: Orgasm Denied.

He broke our kiss and whimpered, "Noooooooo—pleeezzzzzzzzzzz..."

My thumb found his slit and spread the oozing pre-cum on his glans. His body twitched and jumped from the sensations.

When his body came to rest I resumed stroking his hardness.

"Ronnie, what magazine were you looking at when I left the room?"

"Huh? Oh, uh...you know, that one," he said nodding his head at "Busty Babes."

"I'm disappointed in you, Ronnie...you're lying to me-friends don't lie to friends."

"B-But I-"

"I'll give you one more chance, Ronnie," I said as I squeezed and stroked his cock faster and harder. "Show me the magazine you were looking at, Ronnie!"

"Ohhh Goddd..." he whimpered like it was the end of the world.

His trembling hands lifted the top magazine then pulled out the second one down.

"Good boy, Ronnie..." I said kissing his cheek and lightly smoothing the hair on his head. "Now show me the picture you were staring at!"

"William-please-I can't-"

"SHOW ME THE PICTURE, RONNIE!"

He whimpered like a puppy as he paged thru the magazine. He found what he was looking for and held it open for me to see two naked boys his age; one standing with a nice erection, the other boy on his knees servicing the hard cock with his hands and mouth.

"Which boy are you, Ronnie?"

His face turned a dark red I'd never seen before.

"I-uh, no-please, William..."

I lowered my head to Ronnie's prick and swallowed his glans. I sucked at it furiously for three-seconds then lifted my head. The boy's face registered total shock.

"Ronnie, if you tell me the truth I will do you a favor and finish what I started-if you lie to me-you and I are over-I will never have anything to do or say to you again-which of the boys do you want to be: the one standing-or the boy on his knees sucking a hard cock?"

It wasn't as tough an ultimatum as it sounded. I already knew his answer but it was crucial I get him to say it. He mumbled something I didn't quite hear.