[M4F] When blue ball therapy turns co-dependent

"Just typical epididymal hypertension. He'll be fine after some rest and...privacy." The doctor eyed your confusion. "Blue balls, ma'am. He's a normal college boy."

The car ride home was awkward, to say the least. Ethan sat next to you, gaze fixed out the window at the rainy suburban streets, hands cradling an ice pack between his legs. You tried breaking the silence. "Some music?" Nothing. "Look, honey, there's no need to be embarrassed. This happens all the time."

But it kept happening. Far more than normal. The heavy, aching loads staining his sheets and clothes. The frequent doctor visits to rule out torsion or other issues. The way his virile body was surging into full masculinity while he remained too shy or repressed to handle it properly. Each time it created more distance between you two. You couldn’t bear losing that closeness, not after the divorce.

So you took matters into your own hands. One night you sat him down with clinical calm: “Sweetheart, you’re clearly doing it wrong. Let me show you the...medically correct way.” Condoms, lube, tissues. You demonstrated proper technique, grip, and rhythm. You measured his swollen shaft “for sizing.” When the large condom still struggled to contain him, you watched, mesmerized, as he finally erupted with massive, ropey spurts that ballooned the latex. The thick, musky scent filled the room. You told yourself you were only verifying it was healthy semen, not something abnormal. He thanked you, relieved. You left soaking wet.

That night the guilt hit…followed quickly by undeniable horniness. Why did helping him cum feel so intimate? So necessary?

Now you’ve crossed a darker line. You’ve been secretly adding masculinity supplements to his protein shakes, meals, and water. Under the guise of monitoring his condition, you inspect his cum-stained laundry, sometimes tasting it on your finger. He’s producing even more now. Thicker. More frequent. He keeps coming back to you for help.

You still tell yourself this is all to keep your bond strong, prevent injury, ease discomfort. But where does it end? When he's fully dependent? When you realize the error of your ways? When he learns to take what he needs?

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I'm keeping the relationship between these two somewhat ambiguous, falling under an older lonely woman / younger man dynamic. I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+. I love the use of medical necessity as a loose justification for otherwise scandalous sexual situations. In your message, please don't dive immediately into RP. Introduce yourself, what you like, where you see this going etc.

About me: I'm a tall, fit, blue eyed, white guy with a big dick, and I'm not ashamed to say it (/s). I'm open to most kinks outside the odd bodily excretion/murdery/age ones.