Jerry nervously stepped into Dr. Ava Collins’ office, his heart racing as he took in the familiar surroundings. The medical practice, with its warm lighting and cozy atmosphere, was a place he had visited many times before, but today was different. Today, he was about to reveal his deepest, most intimate secret to the woman sitting behind the large mahogany desk.

Ava, a seasoned psychologist in her early fifties, looked up from her notes, her hazel eyes meeting Jerry’s blue gaze. Her shoulder-length brown hair framed her face, and her glasses gave her an air of intelligence and authority. She was well-known for her direct approach, and Jerry had sought her professional opinion on a matter that had been weighing on his mind for years.

“Please, have a seat, Jerry,” Ava said, her voice calm and reassuring. Her C-cup breasts were subtly visible through her blouse, a hint of her femininity that Jerry couldn’t help but notice. He had always found her attractive, but today, he was more focused on the issue at hand.

The 18-year-old college student sat down, his hands fidgeting in his lap. He was of average height, with a lean, attractive build, but his confidence had taken a hit due to a certain physical attribute he believed was lacking.

“So, Jerry, you wanted to talk about something personal,” Ava prompted, leaning forward slightly, her eyes curious yet kind. “You mentioned it was regarding your… intimate life.”

Jerry took a deep breath, his face flushing with embarrassment. “Yes, Dr. Collins. I… I have a problem. A very personal one.” He paused, gathering his thoughts. “You see, I’ve always felt insecure about my… my penis size.”

Ava’s eyebrows rose slightly, a look of understanding crossing her face. “I see. And how has this been affecting you, Jerry?”

“Well, I’ve never been in a relationship, and I’m afraid no woman will ever want me because of it,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know it’s small, and I wanted to ask for your professional opinion. I mean, is it… is it really that bad?”

Ava’s expression softened, and she leaned back in her chair, considering her words carefully. “Jerry, I appreciate your honesty. Many men struggle with similar insecurities. Can I ask, how small are we talking about?”

Jerry’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he hesitated for a moment before answering. “It’s… it’s only about two inches when erect.”

Ava’s eyes widened slightly, and she took a moment to process the information. “I see. That is indeed on the smaller side, Jerry. I won’t lie to you.”

Hearing her words, Jerry’s heart sank, and he felt a lump forming in his throat. He had known this all along, but hearing it from a professional confirmed his worst fears.

Noticing his distress, Ava continued, “But, Jerry, size isn’t everything. Many women find satisfaction in various ways. It’s about the connection, the intimacy, and the skill of your partner. Some women may not even notice the difference if you know how to please them.”

Jerry shook his head, his eyes downcast. “But what if they do notice? What if they laugh at me or reject me because of it?”

Ava sighed, her expression turning more serious. “Jerry, I won’t sugarcoat it. Some women might not be satisfied with a smaller penis. It’s a reality you may have to face. But, there are also women who would be understanding and willing to explore other ways to find pleasure.”

“I-I just want to feel desired, Dr. Collins,” Jerry said, his voice cracking. “I want to know that I can satisfy a woman. That I’m enough.”

Ava’s heart went out to the young man before her. She could sense his vulnerability and the pain he carried within. “Jerry, I want you to know that you are enough. Your worth isn’t defined by the size of your penis. It’s about who you are as a person, your kindness, and your ability to connect with others.”

Her words were like a balm to his wounded soul, and Jerry felt a glimmer of hope. “Thank you, Dr. Collins. I appreciate your honesty. I guess I just needed to hear it from someone else.”

Ava smiled, her warm gaze holding his. “You’re welcome, Jerry. And remember, there are ways to compensate for size. It’s about the overall experience you provide. Foreplay, oral sex, and using your hands can all be incredibly satisfying for a woman.”

Jerry’s mind began to wander, imagining himself in intimate situations, his fingers tracing a woman’s body, his mouth exploring her sensitive spots. He felt a stirring in his groin, and his small penis began to harden, eager for attention.

“Dr. Collins, would it be… inappropriate if I showed you?” Jerry asked, his voice trembling. “I mean, I’d like to know if there’s any hope for me. Maybe I could… masturbate for you, and you could give me your honest opinion?”

Ava was taken aback by the bold request, but she admired Jerry’s determination to face his fears head-on. “Jerry, I’m not sure that’s necessary, but if it would help you, I’m willing to accommodate your request. However, I must ask that you respect my boundaries and understand that this is purely for professional purposes.”

“Oh, I would never cross any lines, Dr. Collins. I just… I need to know if there’s any chance for me with women,” he pleaded, his eyes pleading.

Ava nodded, understanding the importance of this moment for Jerry. “Very well, Jerry. Go ahead. Show me.”

Jerry’s hands moved to his belt, his fingers fumbling slightly as he undid the buckle and unzipped his pants. He slid them down, revealing plain black boxer briefs that tented outwards, showcasing his growing erection.

As he pulled down his underwear, Ava’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of his diminutive manhood. It was indeed small, barely two inches in length, but it stood proudly, the head glistening with pre-cum.

Jerry’s hand wrapped around his shaft, his fingers easily encircling it. He began to stroke himself, his eyes closing as he focused on the sensation. His strokes were slow and deliberate, and he bit his lip, trying to control his breathing.

Ava watched, her professional curiosity piqued. She couldn’t help but notice the way his hand moved, the way his slender fingers caressed his tiny cock. There was something incredibly intimate about the moment, and she found herself transfixed.

“How does it feel, Jerry?” she asked, her voice soft. “Tell me what you’re experiencing.”

“It feels good, Dr. Collins,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “I-I like the way you’re looking at me. It makes me feel… desired.”

Ava’s heart softened at his words, and she realized that Jerry’s insecurities ran deep. “Keep going, Jerry. Let me see you find release.”

He complied, his strokes becoming faster, his breathing more ragged. His other hand reached down to cup his balls, gently massaging them as he pleasured himself. His eyes remained closed, his face a mask of concentration and pleasure.

Ava’s gaze traveled up and down his body, taking in the sight of his slender form, the way his muscles tensed with each stroke. She felt a stirring within her, a mixture of arousal and compassion.

As Jerry’s pace quickened, his breath coming in short gasps, Ava leaned forward, her voice low. “Come for me, Jerry. Let it all out.”

Her words were like a trigger, and Jerry’s body tensed, his hand moving frantically up and down his shaft. With a low groan, he climaxed, his small cock pulsing as it released a few strands of warm cum onto his hand and stomach.

He slumped back in the chair, his eyes fluttering open, a look of relief and satisfaction on his face. Ava watched, transfixed, as he gently stroked his softening penis, his fingers smearing the sticky fluid across his skin.

“Thank you, Dr. Collins,” he said, his voice hoarse. “That felt amazing.”

Ava smiled, her expression softening. “You’re welcome, Jerry. And I must say, you have a beautiful technique. You know how to pleasure yourself, and I believe that skill can be transferred to a partner.”

Jerry’s eyes lit up at her words, a newfound confidence shining through. “Really? You think so?”

“Absolutely,” Ava assured him. “But remember, it’s not just about the physical act. It’s about the connection, the trust, and the desire you build with your partner. Size is just one aspect of a much larger, more complex experience.”

Jerry nodded, his mind racing with the possibilities. “I understand. And I appreciate your honesty. I guess I just needed to hear it from someone like you.”

“Anytime, Jerry,” Ava said, her voice warm. “And remember, if you ever need to talk about this or anything else, my door is always open.”

Jerry stood up, his confidence seemingly restored. He pulled up his underwear and zipped his pants, feeling a sense of empowerment he hadn’t known before.

“Thank you, Dr. Collins. I’ll see you next week for our regular session,” he said, a smile on his face.

Ava nodded, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “I look forward to it, Jerry. And remember, don’t be afraid to explore your desires, no matter how unconventional they may seem.”

As Jerry left her office, Ava couldn’t help but wonder about the impact of their session. She knew that Jerry had taken a significant step towards accepting himself, but she also understood that his journey was far from over. The world of intimacy and desire was complex, and she was eager to guide him through it, one step at a time.

Little did Jerry know, as he walked out with a newfound sense of self, that his story was just beginning, and the path ahead would be filled with unexpected twists and turns, each one leading him closer to discovering the true nature of his desires.