Chapter 1 - Cock Therapy - Part 1

It was only his second week as a full-time guidance counselor and Mr. Ward was already swamped. Between helping bratty twerps prep for college and running through tissue boxes listening to hormone-fueled melodrama he was beat; what had he gotten himself into? Adam hated high school, with a passion, but as with most things in life there was a reason why he’d decided to go back. To help others, who like he had, faced all manner of unwanted attention and abuse; though he doubted for the same reason. Some were surprised when he had chosen this career as he could’ve been a great many things other than an intermediate level counselor at an average Midwestern public school. He was moderately athletic and in good shape, not a bad looker despite his overtly dorky glasses, and was intelligent enough to have excelled in other academic pursuits. He wasn’t a giant by any means but with some dedication could’ve done well at almost any sport he really set his mind to, standing at roughly 6’ and with a good build. Every time he went home to visit his folks there was a classic “What is Adam doing with his life?” speech. He took the lectures like a champ and understood why his parents were so confused by his choice of work, but they didn’t know of the hell he had to endure or why he felt it was so important to help kids like him. Any dreams or aspirations he’d had before his teenage years had been crushed in a school just like Jonesville High, but here he was; life was funny that way. The exhausted young man had a bit of free-time in the middle of the day and loosening his tie prepared for a nap, simply grateful to have an hour of peace. Paperwork be damned he began to rest his eyes, snuggling into the plush office chair behind his desk; just an hour. 

The door to his office suddenly swung open, startling him, and an already familiar student barged in: Anna Campbell. She was a handful to say the least and to his knowledge had the reputation of being the school’s ditsy slut, not that it was his business. The budding woman had visited him quite frequently, almost eight times in two weeks, and was easily his main tap to the school’s ongoing drama; neither intentionally or desired. He had a feeling that she was simply using him as a “get out of class” free pass, but it was his job nevertheless to hear her out. The young Miss Campbell was more than well-developed at only 16 years old, with a round ass and firm breast, just enough meat on her thighs; walking jail-bait. Today she was wearing tight form-fitting jeans that accentuated her round ass, a low cut V-neck that he was sure the dean had written her up for, and clean white converse. Her entering unannounced had become a routine, and as she plopped down in the seat across from him prepared herself for a lengthy conversation; tying her luscious brown hair into a long pony tail and applying glittery lip balm to plump lips. He tried his best not to notice such things but she had a reputation for a reason. The counselor was a man of character, yet even he found himself having naughty thoughts from time to time; what he’d give to see those huge tits-- “Mr. Ward!”, she nearly shouted to get his attention, swiftly ending his daydream. Adjusting his spectacles the counselor let out a yawn, “M-My office is closed for now Ms. Camp--.” “He can just be such a, a pig!”, he was interrupted by the beginning of a monologue; here we go. 

The Dylan Saga, as he liked to call it, Anna’s on and off boyfriend who apparently was the school’s community meatpole; a match made in hell. He’d heard a lot about the young man and didn’t really see the problem of him sleeping around on her as it wasn’t like she was any different. That said, Adam was her counselor, meaning that he had to listen to her tirades. What once began as ambivalence was turning into disdain for Dylan, the little shit, who by proxy was making his life worse. “I mean, how could Dylan fuck that band geek whore Hannah?! Like, she wears glasses, uck! No offense.”, this girl couldn’t be anymore of typical teenager with her looks, personality, and intelligence; her ego was almost fatter than her ass. “Language, please.”, he had to at least pretend he was listening. “Sorry,” she corrected herself while batting innocent long eyelashes, “I just don’t know what to do and he won’t listen to me. Me!” Of course you don’t, Mr. Ward leaned over his cluttered desk empathetically, “maybe you should just talk to him about it, schedule a joint session with me later in the day. Right now is not--” Anna leaned in too, large breast and now obviously hard nipples barely contained in her tight red V-neck; were they pierced? “I have to get back at him.” Had she not heard a word he’d just said? “Make him jealous, but some guy my age isn’t gonna work...hasn’t before...” Big blue eyes closely examined the counselor across from her, and he wasn’t naïve. Mr. Ward’s mind began to race, trying to imagine how he stumbled into such a twilight zone-esque reality in which this was happening; he could feel his blood being redirected. Oh no. “Miss Campbell, what are you imply—”. “You’ve only been here a week, right?” She slowly stood up from her seat. “Two, but I don’t see what—why are you getting up?” He slowly turned his chair as she seductively walked around the side of his desk with luscious legs, “You’ve just been so nice to me.” The recently licensed counselor felt fear for the first time in a long time, and not just because of the nature of this conversation, but because of the danger it posed in revealing his long undisclosed, attribute. “Let me repay you, for being here for me.” Her voice grew sultry as she squatted down and rubbed a manicured hand across his lap; trimmed red nails. This wasn’t what Adam signed up for when he took the job, but as he looked down at her exposed cleavage and silky soft lips he could feel the “demon” swelling in his grey slacks. Fuck. The horny student noticed his arousal, and with a naughty smile began to unbuckle his pants. Every bone, braincell, and ethics class lesson he’d remembered told the school counselor to stop her, to put an end to this, to pack up and run to Alaska if need be, but he was still a young man; a man who hadn’t had sex in many years. Plus, she was the school’s “bicycle”, it would be her word against his should anything happen. Against his better judgment he let things play out and would chalk it up to the game; telling her to stop was no longer an option. It was nearly an out of body experience as he watched her succeed in undoing his pants and begin to pull them down, but unbeknownst to the poor girl she was awakening a beast. 

 
“Holy Fuck!”, Anna gasped, nearly falling on her ass as the inhuman thing sprung from its slumber; the jig was up. Adam Ward, unbeknownst to most of the world, was once Adam Alinsky. A poor boy cursed with what most would insist was a blessing: A huge fucking dick. That was the layman’s term at least, as Adam never really wanted to think about it, and hadn’t allowed anyone to see it years; it was trouble no matter where he went. The brunette bimbo was mind blown, not that there was much to blow anyways, by the literal arm that stood tall before her. Mr. Ward let out a long sigh as he watched her analyze the veiny prick in awe. It was a about the length of a ruler and honest to God as thick as her forearm. Never in all the cocks she’d seen had the teenager been faced with such a foe, and she’d fancied herself a connoisseur of sorts, hah. “W-Woah, Mr. W-Ward.” He noticed her begin to salivate, absolutely in love with her newfound treasure. “So, here it is”, Adam had seen that look plenty times, “its undefeated at staring contest.” He was quite nonchalant about this sort of things, as it did nothing but drudge up bad memories. You see, its hard to be a humble, quiet, and kindhearted mathlete loser when most of the varsity cheer squad is clamoring to take you for a spin. Sounds nice right? Well, what happens when they have boyfriends? Dads? And worst of all, horny middle-aged moms? Life in Adam’s hometown was a pussy and bully-filled hellscape for him. As in his hormonal impulsivity he had ruined many a relationship, engagement, and marriage; that wasn’t even the worst part. The women of his town would set traps, fucking traps, to try and catch the poor lad off guard. A friend’s house? Off-limits. The supermarket bathroom? Off-limits. A goddamn car pool to an academic triathlon? Off-limits! No matter where a young Adam went there was no escaping the post-menopause cougars and experimental high school size-queens, and you had few friends when their picture-perfect mothers would try to blow you whenever you stayed the night. It was the reason he got in shape, the running and the fighting, and the reason he left his hometown and buried his secret away; almost entirely successful throughout undergrad and his master’s program. Yet here he was. “I-I can’t, h-how do you, that’s too big Mr. Ward!” Anna was very clearly panicking now, despite her heaving jugs and the moisture building between her legs. He hurriedly hushed her, “Quiet down!” She quickly obeyed, “Yes sir.” Adam liked the sound of that, soon reminded of the imposing cocks power; it was the dark side. “So, what was it about Dylan?” Her mind was empty, dopey blue eyes still marveling her newly discovered treasure, “Who?” Her counselor outstretched his arm and ran the back of his hand along her rosy cheeks, “You ok?” She recovered a bit of her attention, “Yes sir, can I t-touch it?”, a hand quivered towards the monstrous meatpole; it twitched with thick veins. The slut's tiny hand barely fit around its shaft and feeling its warmth let out a low moan. “Atta girl.”, Adam too could feel his body reacting, struggling to fight the subdued nature of his previous life. In truth, some of the teenager’s reputation had been exaggerated, and despite all the practice she did have even attempting to swallow such a ruinous things seemed painful, if not lethal. With a gulp, Anna retied her pony-tail before slipping the pulsing tip between her pillowy lips. 

Christ! His hand made its way to her ponytail, and gripping it tightly slowly pushed her head down; he was powerless against his own nature. Panic, as the teenager realized what was happening, and inch by inch the thick prick slipped down her tight throat. Her thick lip gloss was cool as it smeared along his swollen member, but the warmth of the student’s mouth complimented it well; she wasn’t half bad. Only making it about half-way down Mr. Ward took pity on the little dick-gobbler, as he had seen many struggle to fit anymore past that point; it was an unfortunate reality. She looked up at him longingly, seeking approval from her new teacher of sorts. Any idea of fooling around with another little boy had long since departed her increasingly vacant mind. “Alright”, now he had to break her the news, “that’s one.” In confusion she gagged along the length of his cock, attempting to speak with a stuffed mouth. “You’ve gone down once, I don’t think that’s a proper job.” The ditsy student looked at him pathetically, as if she’d truly done something wrong, and mustering her courage and gag reflex proceeded to blow him. He’d had better, but that wasn’t saying much, as there were a lot of older women with more experience that’d pursued him in the past. For her age she was doing good; perhaps he’d judged Anna too harshly? The crotch of her jeans grew wet, almost dripping, as she serviced him with her willing throat; hoop earing swinging as she went to work. With one hand on his thigh to keep steady Anna quickly used the other to free her sizable tits, which graciously jiggled about having been freed from “bondage”; they were pierced. It didn’t take long for the voluntarily celibate counselor to feel that his full balls were ready to be drained, and where better to hide the evidence of his ethically-ambiguous illegal activity than his “mouthy“ client’s stomach? He had the decency to warn her,” I’m a-about to c-cum, and it’s a lot.” She blinked and tried to nod in acknowledgement but was uncertain whether she could manage the load of such a godly phallus; it was if she didn’t feel worthy. Anna prided herself on being a swallower, but this? She would try her best, nearly ready to cum herself as she fondled her enormous breasts and felt her puffy pussy throb in tight denim. He had warned her, gripping the back of her head while letting out a moan of long-held release and spewing thick globs of cum down into her mouth. Despite his caution the poor girl was not prepared, cum nearly dripping from her nose as she gagged on the hot spunk. Oh God! She gasped as he removed his convulsing cock from her throat; a thick strand of cum connecting his tip to her lower lip. 

“F-Fuck.”, she was hyperventilating as she leaned against the wall of his office, about to collapse in her own bliss, drenched cunt and all. Anna was so overcome with pleasure that she didn’t even bother pulling her shirt back down, and in fact was tempted to continue pleasuring herself; pierced nipples aching for attention. Adam had somewhat come to his senses and sealing the “demon” away once more in his specialty tailored pants helped his disoriented client collect herself. The two of them cleaned up as best they could, Anna speaking up as she reapplied her shiny lip gloss, “S-So, Thursday then?” He blinked in confusion, “Thursday?” Shyly, almost as if transformed, she rephrased her statement, “This time, Thursday?” He wiped cleaned his glasses and smirked, “Sure thing, anything else?” Anna Campbell shakily collected her things, “I’ll just go to the n-nurse’s, for the p-pants.” It was a good idea, and as Mr. Ward finished fixing his tie he noticed her give him one last coy look; it was another look he’d seen many times. Well, here we go. 
