The Counselor and Mike

My name is T.J. and I'm 21 years old. I live with my girlfriend in an apartment just a few blocks away from the youth center that I attend. She and I had a pretty good relationship at one point. I once thought that some day we would probably get married, but lately I've been feeling like she's got other interests. I really do love her. I can't put my finger on it, but I feel like there is just something missing between us.

I had been going to the center for a few years. I started going there when my parents were divorced. I got counseling and met a few friends my age in similar situations. I liked to go there first thing in the morning to use the olympic sized swimming pool for laps when no one else was around. Later on, I would attend group session at the center. I was past all of my emotional turmoil, but attended in order to give back to the center and encourage other boys that hadn't worked out their issues yet.

I was the group leader for one of the groups. There were nine boys in my group. I told them that a new boy would be joining our group in a few weeks. "The new boy's name is Mike," I told them. "All I know about him is that there is some sort of trouble with his foster family and he is 17. He'll be living here with you guys for a while. His foster parents don't want to keep him any longer."

I met the foster parents when they dropped him off the following week. I decided to have a private session with Mike to get to know him better. I got the feeling that he had been abused by his step-father. Mike was very quiet. He seemed to have a repressed deep passion about him. He only spoke when he was asked a question and even then usually with a one-word answer.

He never looked at anyone in the eye - always looking at the floor. He had long, shoulder-length dirty blonde hair. He wore baggy pants and a baggy shirt that concealed his build. He was about 5' 9", my height.

During our first session, I asked him to look at me, as I told him that I hoped he would trust me and we could get a productive relationship going. I saw that he had beautiful green eyes and a perfect unblemished face. I couldn't figure it out, but somehow I felt attracted to him. He seemed to have something he wanted to say, but wasn't saying it.

"You know you can tell me or ask me anything right?" "I am totally on your side." I told him, hoping that I could coax it out of him. "Is there anything you would like to tell me?"

After an awkward hesitation, he started to speak. "Well... I-I don't want you to think I'm wierd or anything, but... I feel like I need a hug."

"There's nothing wierd about needing a hug. I'm proud of you for trusting me enought to say that, Mike", I said to him as I leaned in and hugged him.

I felt a lot of emotion coming from Mike. He held me tightly. I thought he was going to cry, but he didn't. I rubbed his back with the palm of my hand and felt something odd under his shirt. After we finished our warm hug, I asked him if I could see his back. He agreed. He took off his shirt and revealed a very fit body. He had a well defined musculature, like a swimmer. He also had a very deep tan. He had very little body hair. As he turned around to show me his back, I was shocked to see the marks. He had obviously been beaten very badly.

"Did you step father do this to you?" I asked agrily.

"Yes", he replied.

"That bastard! Oh Mike, I'm so sorry."

"He was pissed off at me because I made it on the swim team instead of the football team.", he explained. "He thinks the swim team is for fags."

I shook my head and tried to be cheery and said, "We have a pool here at the center, you know? You're welcome to use it whenever you like. I usually swim every morning before I start my day. You can join me if you'd like." I was hoping he would so I could get a look at the rest of his body.

"Really?" he said excitedly. "I'd like that a lot." Then he hugged me again. His smooth, shirtless body was up against me in my t-shirt. I could tell that he had not applied any deoderant, but his scent was clean. I detected a hint of his personal body smell and it excited me inexplicably.

The next morning when I got to the pool, he was already there. He was wearing his racing bikini swim suit. He looked incredible as he did some sort of stretching excercises. I said good morning. "I'll be out in just a second," I said as I walked past him toward the shower room. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. I was checking him out, trying not to be noticed as I walked by.

"Wow!" I thought to myself. "What is going on here?" "I'm not gay, but this guy is HOT!" I slipped off my pants and underwear. Then I pulled off my shirt. When my head emerged from my shirt, I was startled to see that Mike had followed me into the shower room and was standing there watching me change. He didn't say anything. He just continued doing stretching excercises.

"You know, Mike, you have a really good body." I was trying to build his self-esteem, but was being completely truthful.

"I like yours too," he replied.

"Oh my God," I thought, I can't believe what we're saying to eachother. He stepped closer and stretched his arms up over his head. He was close enough that I caught another whiff of his underarm scent. I found it strangely pleasant. I took off my watch and placed it on the bench, but I had my eye on him and not where I was placing the watch. It fell to the floor. I leaned over the bench and bent down to pick up my watch. As I did so, I realized that my naked butt was pointed right in his direction. I wondered if he was looking at my ass. Before I had enought time to ponder that, I felt one of his hands on my butt cheek, then another. I didn't know what to do. I was frozen in that position. I felt his grip on my hips and then the bulge in his swim suit against my naked butt. I couldn't seem to resist his advance. I had always thought of myself as hetero, but I just couldn't seem to resist this guy. I slowly stood upright and leaned back against his bare chest. The skin of my back against the smooth, muscular chest. He encircled his arms around me and kissed my neck. He was gently carressing my chest, my nipples, my stomach as I turned my head to look at him. Our lips met and we kissed deeply. He held my ass firmly to his hardening cock. Then he let his hand flow down to my stiff dick. I moaned as he fondled me. It was like we were in a dream. I couldn't believe this was happening. I had never done anything like this with a guy before - or even thought about it.

I found my hands reaching behind me and pulling down on his swim suit.I wanted to feel his cock against my ass without interference. He turned me around and kissed me. I pulled his swim suit the rest of the way off. It fell to his ankles.

He dropped to his knees and stared at my throbbing cock. Then he hungrily took it into his mouth and started to bob up and down. It was an incredible feeling. His right hand was firmly grasping my left butt cheek as he pulled me onto his face.

He paused for a moment and looked up at me. His face had an expression that seemed to be asking for my approval. I smiled at him and he returned the smile. I squatted down and kissed him playfully. Then I lifted him up so he was standing in front of me, his semi-erect penis wobbling in front of my face. I took in a deep breath and inhaled the scent of his manhood. Then I gave him a passionate blow job. I wondered if he liked it because I had no experience doing such a thing.

But I didn't wonder for long. His moans and writhing let me know he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

I wanted him to fuck me. I stood up and begged him to cum deep inside my ass. I had a tube of K-Y in my locker, which I

used for the purpose of jerking off in the morning after my swim. I applied a generous amount to his stiff cock and he proceeded to inject himself into me. I was shocked at how extreme the sensation of pain was, but I was driven. I needed him to fuck me. He forced it all the way in in one hard thrust. I screamed in agony. He appologized and froze in that position. I said, "It's okay, just give me a minute to get used to you." We stayed in that position for a few minutes until I told him to go ahead slowly.

"Okay, but let me know if I start to hurt you."

"Don't worry, I will"

He gently started to slide his dick out and in. It was no longer hurting. In fact it was a very satisfying feeling. "How's this?" he asked. "It feels great!" I replied. "You can fuck me harder if you want."

He started picking up the pace. "Yeah, that's it," I moaned in pleasure. "Give me your spunk."

I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. "I love you man," Mike blurted out. His passion was on the rise.

"Oh - this feels so good," he cried. "I'm going to cum..."

"Yes. Yes. Give me your manjuice." I felt his prick hardening even more. It felt hot, like a piston in an engine. Then I

felt him grip my hips very tightly with vice-like force and he shoved himself into me. My back was arched forward, as I presented my ass to him, giving him total access. It felt like his whole body was pressing inside my welcoming orafice. He let out a loud cry and I felt his cum squirting inside me. Spurt after spurt of his seed entered my soul. Without realizing it, I felt my own cock squirting huge gobs of cum. Our mutual orgasm seemed to last and last. When it was all done, we stayed in that position until both of our erections had slowly softened. Meanwhile, we panted and wept as we struggled to catch our breath.

Mike and I had many private sessions after that. We have a very special relationship now and are not just lovers, but best of friends.