It happened last week.
I was sitting on the rocks along the lake at Northwestern University.
It was one of those rare days here in Chicago, where the rain had stopped, and the weather had warmed up for a typical Chicago weather teaser.
You know the drill, it turns warm, and you think that summer had finally arrived, only to turn cold and nasty the next day.
I had just turned 55 that week, and was in the midst of a major depressive episode.
My life was a mess, my wife had left for a week long conference in California, my job was about to downgraded, and I was most likely going to have to look for new employment in the near future.
Along with a multitude of other issues, I was giving serious consideration to ending it all.
While I sat there, a group of open water swimmers from the university swam by.
If I had to guess, I would say there was about twenty of them that swam by me.
About fifteen minutes later the group returned from wherever their end point was.
By the time they had reached my area, the group broke up, and headed in their own directions.
One of the young men swam over to where I was sitting, and leaned up on one of the rocks in front of me, half in the water, and the rest of him leaning onto the rock.
After shaking the water out of his ears, and swiping the hair from his eyes, he introduced himself.
“Excuse me, are you OK?
I couldn’t help noticing you as I swam by, you looked like you had the weight of the world upon your shoulders.
Is there anything I could do to help?”
“Thanks, I didn’t know my depression was so visible to others.”
It was at that moment my eyes began leaking tears.
Doing my best to hide this, I wiped them away with the back of my hands.
The young man hoisted himself out of the water to sit next to me.
Damn it, I didn’t need spectators to my failure as a man.
Yet, I didn’t have the heart to shoo the young man away.
Not saying a word, he sat there silently until I was able to control myself.
When I was nearly back to normal he asked if I wanted to talk.
I didn’t want to talk, yet everything began to spill out.
Throughout this he sat there, and listened to my pain.
When I was finished, I sat there stunned that I had just unburdened myself on a total stranger.
After a few minutes of silence, he began to laugh, at this I was taken aback that he would laugh at my pain.
“Sir, I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at how similar our stories are.
You see, last year I sat on these very same rocks contemplating the same ending to my life.
I think that is why when I saw you, I knew in my heart that you needed a friend.
So, here I am, your new friend, like it or not I’m here.”
As those words left his lips, I finally began to look at this young man.
He was about 5’10” or so, if I had to guess somewhere around 160lbs.
He told me he was twenty years old, and on a swimming scholarship here at the university.
His body was lean and well toned, as befitting a swimmer, other than on his head, I didn’t see a bit of hair on his body, I wondered if like a lot of competitive swimmers he shaved it off, or was he just lucky.
The Speedo he was wearing left little to ones imagination.
I could see a bulge there, it wasn’t very large, but there nonetheless.
Now, I had fooled around with guys from time to time, although it had been some time since I had done that.
As my eyes looked back up, he smiled a knowing look.
“I know, it’s not very big, but it has given me joy over the years.” He told me.
With that, he pulled the top of his Speedo open giving me a quick look at his penis.
He was saved smooth, cut, and he was right, it wasn’t very big, but damn it looked good.
Letting his suit snap closed, he asked me to drive over to the parking lot near the meet him outside the near where we sat, when he had changed into some dry clothes he would meet me there.
Fifteen minutes later I sat in my car arguing with myself, what the fuck was I doing, I was old enough to be this kids father, and here I am waiting for what I think was a hookup.
In my revery I failed to see the world around me, until there was a knock on my window.
Snapping back to reality, I unlocked the door, allowing him to slide onto the seat next to me.
“Will you take me back to your place please.” He said.
Ten minutes later, we arrived at my house.
Unlocking the front door, I bid him to enter.
Giving him a quick tour of the place, being a good host I asked if he was thirsty and offered him a bottle of water, which he took with a thank you.
Taking my hand, he led me from the kitchen, up the stairs.
“Which is your bedroom?” He inquired.
With my free hand I pointed to the second door on the right.
Entering my bedroom, he stood in the middle of the room, and said, “Undress me please.”
He stood still as a statue, as I approached him.
Before I began to remove his clothing, I ran my hand from the top of his head downward.
Intentionally I didn’t touch his crotch, yet I explored his chest, bottom, and legs.
When I lifted his arms over his head, I grasped his polo shirt, and lifted it up and off.
His chest, and back were sleek, tight, and lightly muscled.
Releasing the snap on the front of his cargo shorts, I lowered the zipper, allowing them to fall around his feet.
Kicking them away, he resumed his statue like stillness.
This boy was wearing a thin, pink pair of lace panties.
The sight of those panties only made my penis harder than before.
I don’t know if this makes sense, but they were a perfect fit, and look to his personalty.
Running my hands over the front, and back of his panties, he began to shiver a little from excitement, and anticipation.
Hooking my fingers under the elastic waist band of his panties, I ever so slowly lowered them to his feet.
Once they were kicked away, I reached down to play with his little penis.
My god his penis was hot, even erect it was only a few inches long, if I had to guess, maybe 3-4 inches long, yet hard as stone.
Giving him a few strokes, caused him to renew his trembling.
Dropping to my knees, I took his little penis between my lips, and teased him without mercy.
Standing up, I had him undress me.
Following my lead, he did so in a rather slow and teasing way.
When I was finally naked in front of him, he discovered that my endowment wasn’t any larger than his.
This elicited a chuckle from him.
Pushing me backwards onto the bed, he straddled my legs, and leaned forward to wrap his lips around my penis.
After a few moments, I pushed his head away, before I blasted off prematurely.
Getting to my feet, I told him to go over to the dresser, open the bottom drawer, and take out anything he wanted too.
This drawer was where my wife, and I kept our play toys.
While he rummaged through the drawer, I wondered what he would pick.
When he turned back around, he kept his hands behind his back, with an embarrassed look on his face.
“OK, my boy, let’s see what you chose.”
Taking his hands from behind his back, he held out a few items.
The first was a set of leather cuffs for arms, and legs, along with that a Lycra hood whose only opening was around the mouth, followed by a butt plug, and a dildo.
Tossing the items on the bed, I told him;
“Turn around please.”
With his back to me, I took up the hood, and slipped it over his head.
Followed by taking a set of cuffs, and locking his arms behind his back.
At this point, his breathing went wild, he was on the verge of hyper-ventilating.
Speaking calmly, and softly I said;
“Please relax, nothing here is going to harm you.
If at any time you feel threatened, or want this to end, say the word “Red” and everything will stop.
If you say “Yellow, it means please slow down.
You have my word that I will honor those commands.”
While I was telling him this, I was also lovingly stroking his face, and back.
Once he had calmed down, I placed him on his knees.
Stepping forward, I ran my penis across his lips.’
Unable to use his hands he had to lean forward to capture my penis.
It took him a few moments for him to be able to latch on to me, when he finally did he was like a starving man, who was just led to an all you can eat buffet.
Giving him free reign for a moment, to satisfy his need, before I took the back of his head in my hands, and drove my penis deeper into his mouth.
Even though I am not very large, he still began gagging a bit, with a ton of drool dropping from his mouth, to his chin, and onto the floor.
Lifting him from the floor to the bed, I rolled him face down on the mattress.
Taking a bottle of lube I ran a line down the crack between his cheeks.
Beginning with my fingers, I ran them past the little ring in his bottom, and into him.
If he was shaking before he was an earthquake of tremors, at this point.
If it wasn’t for the moaning from deep within his throat, I would be worried that I was hurting him.
When I twisted them around inside his bottom, he began humping the mattress.
This wouldn’t do, I thought.
To that end, I twisted around, and sat on his lower back to hold him still, as I worked the dildo into his bottom.
After removing the dildo from his bottom, I began to spank his tight little bottom.
It appears that this treatment was turning him on like crazy.
How do I know this?
He kept saying harder daddy, harder, I’ve been a very bad boy.
Taking a chance, I hopped off the bed, and retrieved a wide leather belt from the bottom drawer.
Doubling over the belt. I let it fly towards it’s destination.
As the belt cleaved the air, it landed on his left cheek, with a resounding crack.
“Remember your safe words.” I told him.
The second hit fell upon the other cheek, from deep within he released a howl of pain, and pleasure.
Giving him a total of ten whacks, each one caused him to groan with pleasure.
Once I had delivered the last hit, I slid the butt plug into his tight little bottom.
Now the plug he had chosen had a little secret, if you pressed on the center of the bottom, the plug would expand to hold it in place.
With each pump, I watched the cheeks of his bottom clinch as his bottom tried to adjust to the increasing volume that had invaded his bottom.
Flipping him face up, I moved forward, and slid my penis between his lips.
This boy began nursing on my penis like an infant suckling upon his mom’s teat.
His tongue slid around the head, and the underside of my penis, driving me to the heights of ecstasy.
Reaching back, I took his tiny penis in hand, and began stroking him.
Letting go of his penis, I reached lower, and grasping the butt plug, I began pulling it outward.
As the plug reached it’s widest point, his little ring refused to relinquish it’s hold.
The moment I let go of the plug, his body sucked it back inward with a little plop.
Repeating this a number of times, the young man began twisting around on the bed as he neared his climax.
To delay his orgasm, I abandoned the plug, and returned to driving my penis between his lips.
As my libido went into overdrive, I pulled away from his lips.
Watching his mouth, and tongue searching for my penis, he quickly discovered that it was no longer available to him.
Flipping him onto his front, I unlocked his wrists, and removed the leather bindings.
Once that was done, I next removed the hood covering his head.
Rubbing his wrists, I watched his eyes blinking as he readjusted to the sunlight that was now setting outside the window.
Taking him in my arms, I said to him, “Such a good boy, you held up well, I’m proud of you.”
Without thinking about it, I did something I had never done with a guy before, I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.
This simple kiss drove him insane with lust.
Pushing me unto my back, he now offered his lips to my penis.
During the next ten minutes I was treated to the best head, I had ever experienced.
When I came, it was like nothing I had ever felt before.
As my breathing began to return to normal, he leaned in to once again kiss me.
What I didn’t expect, was that he had not swallowed my my cum.
As his lips met mine, my cum poured from his mouth into mine.
Together, our tongues swirled my cum around the inside of our mouths.
No it was my turn to please this remarkable young man.
Taking his penis between my lips, I worked it until his chest was heaving searching for a breath, and his bottom bouncing up, and down.
To send him over the edge, I grasped the base of the butt plug, and began twisting, and tugging on it.
In only seconds, he blasted his cum into my mouth.
Once again we shared a kiss, as we shared his cum.
Collapsing on the bed side by side, I pulled him into a hug, that neither of us ever wanted to end, and I gave him one more kiss.
Reaching down, I pulled the blanket over the two of us, as we held onto each other.
The next thing I knew the morning light was streaming through the bedroom window.
I watched him wake up, as his body stretched into wakefulness, and marveling at what had transpired the night before.
Taking him by the hand, I led him into my bathroom, and into the shower stall.
Running my soapy hands over his body, I was once again struck by his beauty.
When I had him rinsed off, I dropped to my knees for one last taste of his beautiful little penis.
After he came, I shared a last kiss with this beautiful boy.
After I dried him off, he began rushing around to get dressed, telling me he was going to be late for class.
Once we were both dressed, I drove him back to the university, and dropped him off in front of the building he needed to enter.
Before he left, we shared a last kiss, just before he closed the door, he leaned back into the car, and said, “I don’t think you are depressed anymore, are you.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v3bl8l/mm_a_cure_for_my_depression_18