Gay Stories : Shrinks

Gay Story : Shrinks, By Christopher Pierce
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I swear, fucking one of my therapist"s other patients wasn"t what I had
in mind for that night, but when that hot guy slid a condom down onto my
hard cock, wrapping it tight in latex, I couldn"t say no.

I"d seen him the last few times I"d gone to therapy, every Monday at 8:00
PM. He"d be leaving as I arrived. He was probably my height and weight -
6" and 180 pounds, short dark brown hair and nice blue eyes. He had a
handsome mustache and goatee the same color as his hair. He looked to be
in his late twenties, like me.

When we passed each other in the parking lot we made eye contact a few
times, and once I thought I saw him smile at me. But after we passed and
I glanced back, he was facing away. It seemed that he liked me, but
didn"t want to make the first move. I wasn"t sure what to do about it
until I had a realization -- I was there to see my shrink anyway, so I"d
talk to him about it.

"What are you thinking about?" my therapist asked me when I sat down on
the couch in his office.

"How much I want to have sex with this certain guy," was my answer. The
shrink looked at me, beady eyes behind round glasses beneath a rapidly
receding hairline. I imagined the other patient, remembering his nice
eyes and the way his cheek dimpled when he smiled.

"Who is he?" asked my therapist.
"Just a guy I"ve seen around. He"s really hot." I answered.
"That"s interesting," the shrink said, "You"re the second patient to
bring this up. It might be a pattern."

"Who was the other patient?" I said.
"You know I can"t tell you that. I shouldn"t have even said that. Let"s
get back to you. What would you like to happen?"

I hoped the patient who"d also talked about a hot new guy he wanted to
get it on with was the same cute one I had been thinking about. But I
knew I couldn"t ask for any more information out of my therapist, he"d
already said more than he should have and he knew it.

"What would I like to happen?" I repeated, "I"d like a definite sign from
this guy that he"s interested in me. I"m tired of quick glances and
mysterious smiles."

The shrink adjusted his glasses and looked at me.

"When a patient is frustrated with a situation, I usually tell him to
take action -- a definite step towards resolving the conflict. That way
he"s working for a solution, not just complaining that he doesn"t like
something."

"That"s good advice," I said sincerely, "Thank you."

I hardly know what else happened at the session, my mind was a thousand
miles away -- actually, only a few hundred feet away, in the parking lot
that the handsome stranger and I passed every Monday night.

When the session was over I headed out to my car. There was a pleasant
surprise waiting for me there -- a piece of paper wedged under one
windshield-wiper. I got it out and read the words written on it -- "I see
you every Monday when I"m done with therapy. I think you"re hot -- call
me please," and a phone number.

I liked the "please", it showed a touch of vulnerability that I found
very sexy. Most guys swagger up to you to show how macho and insensitive
they are. The fact that this man, obviously very handsome and knew it,
was humble enough to say please made me like him even more.

I got in my car thinking about what the therapist had said about taking
decisive actions. I apparently was not the only patient he"d given that
advice to tonight.

I dialed the guy"s number. He must have been waiting for me to call
because he answered before the first ring was over.

"Hello?" he said.
"Hi," I said, "I"m Chris. You left a note on my car?"
"Yeah!" the voice said excitedly. "Thanks for calling, man!"
"No problem," I answered.

"I see you every Monday night," he said. "You"re coming when I"m going."
There was a slight pause, and I knew he was realizing what he"d just
said. "I mean --" he started. I could practically hear the blush on his
cheeks.
"I know what you meant." I said. "What"s your name?"
"Jack." he said, "What"s yours?"
"Chris." was my answer. "I just said that."
"That"s a nice name," Jack said, "Short and masculine."
"Kind of like me."
"Yeah. Listen, Chris, here"s why I"m calling -- I think you"re really
attractive and I"d love to have sex with you."
"Well, that was honest." I said.
"My therapist told me I should be more honest about what I want." he
answered.
"That"s good advice," I said. "My therapist told me that I just take
action to resolve situations. So it sounds like what you want -- is me."
"Looks that way." Jack said.
"Where do you live?"
Jack gave me his address and when I asked when I should come over, he
said "Now!" He told me he"d leave his front door unlocked, and that when
I came in I should "follow the trail."
"What trail?" I asked.
"You"ll see," he said. "Just follow the trail."
"Tease." I called him.
"Count on it," Jack said, and hung up.

I love a good tease, especially if it was leading up to a big payoff.

It didn"t take long to drive to Jack"s place, but the whole time I imagined him and what I wanted to do with him. My imagination ran wild - I pictured what might have happened if I had come back to my car earlier that night. What if, instead of the note, Jack himself had been there?

He"d look at me, I"d look at him, and no words would be necessary. Our
attraction would be obvious and electric, just like the first night we"d
seen each other. Jack would be leaning up against my car"s bumper. His
arms crossed, he"d hit me with a sexy, cocky grin. I"d walk right up to
him and put my arms around his waist, slipping my hands between his butt
and my car.

I"d squeeze his ass-cheeks, savoring their firm flesh. He"d put his arms
around me, then bring his lips to my ear.

Just like before, he didn"t need to say anything - just hearing and
feeling his hot breath against my ear and neck was communication enough.
Jack would take my earlobe between his teeth and bite it gently. In
response I"d squeeze his buttocks harder and push him back against the
car. He"d exhale deeply, but it would be cut off by my lips as I kissed
him hard on the mouth. I"d push my tongue deep between his teeth as if
treasure waited within.

And in a way it did.

His passion would rise to match mine and together we"d explore each
other"s mouths. I"d raise my hands to his face, holding him gently in
place, not that he"d try to get away. He"d arch back on the car, pushing
his crotch into mine. I"d respond by matching his pressure until our
cocks were rubbing against each other, only the denim of our jeans
separating them.

All inhibition would disappear, and together Jack and I would unbutton
our pants to reveal the hard cocks inside. We"d stare at each other"s
organs for a few heartbeats, for the moment the mere sight of them enough
to satisfy us.

But not for long.

We"d both reach out at the same time, our eager hands finding each
other"s dicks and taking their full, hard weight between palm and fingers.
I"d be able to feel every beat of his heart in his cock, then we"d put
our arms around each other. We"d hug each other tight, pressing our cocks
together, starting to move and grind our bodies.

The friction is so electric I"m sure there must be sparks flying out
around us. I"d kiss Jack, my mouth hungrily devouring his. He"d stick
out his tongue and I"d gently seize it with my lips and caress it with my
own tongue. I"d squeeze him in my arms, trying to show him without words
how I excited I am, how joyful I am be to be doing this with him.

His breath would come out in one long sigh, and when our kiss was broken
he"d give me a look of such pure pleasure and excitement it"d make me
laugh out loud. Then, right there in the parking lot, we"d take off our
clothes and stare at each other"s nakedness.

We wouldn"t care if people saw us, this would be magical, and nothing,
especially mere reality, would be able to spoil this feeling, this
passion.

The excitement of our grinding dicks would grow so hot he"d know we
couldn"t go much longer without shooting our loads. Just in time we"d
pull away from each other, crystalline droplets of ecstatic pre-cum oozing
from our piss-slits. Like before we"d take the other"s quivering cock in
one hand and with a quick jerk, release the tension that had been building
up.

Our loads of semen would spurt out, sparkling in the moonlight, to
perfectly land on each other"s chests. We"d stand there, nude and
dripping with spunk, looking at each other for a few minutes.

Then finally we"d get cleaned up with some paper towels from the car and
head back to my apartment, where the real lovemaking would begin.
A few minutes later I found Jack"s place. I parked and headed up to his
apartment to find his door slightly open.

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Follow the trail, Jack had said. What did he mean, I wondered, until I
walked in. I closed the door behind me, then turned around. The place
was nice, if a little messy, dimly lit, with techno-industrial music on at
a low volume from some unseen stereo.

There was also a line of small shiny objects on the floor. I bent down
to look at them more closely. They were small foil packets - condom
packages. I grinned. Looks like I won"t have to talk to Jack about
safety, I thought. He"s obviously got what it takes in more ways than
one.

As instructed, I followed the trail of condoms, which led through the
main room into the kitchen, then down a hallway to what I hoped was his
bedroom. Like the front door had been, the door to his room was slightly
open. I pushed it open the rest of the way, and was delighted by what I
saw in the room.

Jack was sitting on a chair, smiling up at me. He was also naked, with
his cock already nice and hard. At the sight of me he flexed it, and I
lusted after him as his love muscle did a stretch just for me.

"I like where this trail leads," I said.
"I hoped you would," he answered.
"Can I have some of that?" I asked, gesturing to his erect rod.
"You can have all of it, man," he said, "It"s all for you."

I walked into the room, and as I did so I undressed. First my shirt fell
to the floor, then my shoes came off, followed by socks and pants. I
started to take off my underwear but Jack stopped me.

"I want to savor this," he said, reaching out to touch my boner through
my tented shorts. "This is choice."

His fingers felt fantastic on my cock, even separated as it was from them
by the fabric. Jack leaned forward and put his mouth on it, and his hot
breath on my rod was wonderful. I hoped I could make him feel at least
half as good as he was making me feel.

While Jack was breathing on my cock I noticed a bowl of condoms on the
desk beside his chair. He was definitely ready for whatever I could come
up with. Then he pulled my underwear down, exposing my dick to the air.
I let my shorts drop and I stepped out of them, leaving them in front of
the chair right where the trail of condoms ended.

Jack took a condom from the bowl on his desk and tore it open. Then he
put it in his mouth and pulled me close. Putting his mouth onto my
now-naked cock, he slowly slid the latex sheath down the length of my
organ. It felt bizarre and also incredible, unlike anything I"d felt
before.

The condom must"ve been super-thin, because I sure didn"t lose any
sensation having it on. Jack sucked my dick, taking as much into his
mouth as he could at a time. It felt wonderful to be sucked that way, but
I wanted something even better than Jack"s cocksucking. I wanted to taste
his mouth - I wanted to kiss him!

I took him by the shoulders and pulled him up into a standing position.
My cock slipped out of his mouth but I didn"t care, I wanted his mouth
somewhere else just then.

When we were standing face to face I brought my lips to his and kissed
him, deeply, passionately. His passion rose to meet mine and he kissed me
back, hard. We put our arms around each other and squeezed tight - not
wanting to let go for any reason, ready to hold on for as long as
possible.

There was something magical in that embrace, that moment we shared,
something special that belonged to us, only us. No one could ever take
this from us - this was our moment, for now and ever. Whatever power
joined us in that brilliant moment, that ecstatic embrace, was gone a
second later.

But our passion remained.

And the memory of that moment would always stay with us, no matter what
else was happening or would happen.

I don"t know how long the kiss lasted, whatever length of time it was was
wonderful. I didn"t want to break the kiss, but I knew we had to. As
much as I needed to kiss him before, now he needed to see me just as
badly. And I wanted to see him too, this man I had fantasized about for
weeks. He was so handsome - short brown hair, blue eyes and a sexy smile
surrounded by his mustache and goatee.

So we broke the kiss, and just looked into each other"s eyes for a few
seconds. Then Jack took my hand and led me to his bed, where he gently
sat me down on the edge. Now my cock was standing up between my legs like his had been. He took another condom from the bowl and gave it to me. I opened it and unrolled it down onto Jack"s hard cock. Then he pulled a bottle out of a drawer, and squeezed flavored lube on both our dicks.

He climbed into the bed next to me and leaned over to suck me some more.
I stopped him and said "I"ve got a better idea," and I lay down on the
bed and guided him until his groin was in my face and mine was in his.
This way, we both had perfect access to each other"s dicks, forming a
perfect "69" position.

I sucked him and he sucked me in beautiful symbiosis. It"s almost
indescribable how good it felt - the intense pleasure of having my organ
loved and caressed by the mouth of a sexy man, plus the fantastic
experience of having my own mouth filled with his cock, tasting him like
he was tasting me. Add to this the knowledge that I was making him feel
just as good as he was me.

We both moaned at the same time, and for a moment it was just like my
imaginings on the way here. It was as if nothing else existed, like
together we"d created a wall around ourselves, an impenetrable bubble that
surrounded us, preventing anyone and anything from interrupting us, from
bothering us - it was just us, and that was all and that was everything.
In this moment we owned each other, he was mine and I was his, and
nothing and no one could come between us, or take away what we shared.
Our cocks pulsed and breathed, and I swear I could feel every beat of
Jack"s heart through his in my mouth.

The urge to kiss him again took
hold of me, and I moved, trying to reach his mouth with mine. Jack
must"ve felt the same desire because he moved with me, no groan of protest
as our cocks slid out of each other"s mouths.

We kissed again and it was sublime.
Oh Jack, I thought but did not say, this is amazing! You"re so fucking
hot and you"re with me, lavishing your pleasure and love on me, no one
else, right now, just me!

I wanted to go further with Jack. I wanted to really make love to him.
I wanted to feel him inside of me, to be as intimate as two people can be.
"Jack?" I asked.
"Yeah?" he said.
"I really want you to fuck me," I said.
"You do?" he asked.
"Yes." I answered.
"Awesome! Turn over on your stomach." He said. I did what he said and
seconds later he was on top of me, gently using his fingers to open up my
asshole so it could take his cock. Soon enough he was satisfied.

"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Go for it!" was my answer.

Jack pushed forward and his dick slid into me nice and smooth. It felt
so good, I absolutely loved it. He made love to me then, slow and steady.
A few times I pushed my butt up and back to meet him and was rewarded
with groans of pleasure from Jack. When I was up like that I could reach
under myself and feel my own cock, which was harder than ever and dripping all over the place.
"I"m going to come," I said.

"Yeah?" Jack said, "Me too!"
"Let"s shoot together," I said.
"Ready?"
"Go for it!"

And we shouted together as both of us blew our loads. That"s my favorite
way to come - with a hot guy fucking me. It was fantastic to come with
Jack, it was the best orgasm I"d had in months. I know he liked it
because he collapsed on top of me, wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me so tight I could hardly breathe for a second.

He was also mumbling in my ear the whole time - just dirty love talk, but
I loved it. Slowly he pulled out of me and we laid there for a while.

When our orgasms calmed, we got up for a minute to clean up and throw away the condoms. Then we got back in bed and snuggled close together.

"I think going to therapy was a good idea." I said.
"What we just did was like therapy to me," Jack said.
"Do you still want to keep going?" I asked.
"To therapy? Of course," Jack said, "Look what we"ve gotten out of it so
far - who knows what the future will bring!"