Marcus released a heavy breath as he leaned back against the swivel chair. He placed his elbow on the chair handle, for full support while he stroked his chin.
The door opened and he looked at the door to see a teenage boy walk towards him with a smile.
"Good evening sir". The boy greeted and took his seat on the chair next to the table.
"Your name and your problem?".Marcus asked.
"Okay....my name is Dave and I'm eighteen years old". He introduced. "I have problems when it comes with masturbating sir, no matter how hard I fucked myself hard, I don't cum at the end of it". He explained. "Even my boyfriend complained about it and it's getting..."
"Are you a gay?". Marcus chimed in within his utterance and the boy glanced at him in amusement.
"Yes...". He answered honestly. "And is there a problem with that?". Dave asked.
"Nothing at all". He shook his head negatively. "The relationship can't work if there is no love". Marcus said.
