Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2011 05:51:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: B Stories <bstories2011@yahoo.com>
Subject: Unconventional Therapy, ch. 2

"An Unconventional Therapy"

by bstories2011

WARNING! This story contains explicit sex between a man and a boy. Do not
read it if it is illegal for you to do so, or if this material offends you.
This story is entirely fictional. The characters in it are not real. The
acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author. Do not use this
story as a guide for how to behave in real life. Always follow the law and
use your own judgement. FURTHERMORE, I want to emphasize that the
psychological theories and therapy suggested in this story are entirely
fictional and not based on any scientific evidence. The views of the
characters do not represent the views of the author, and the advice of the
psychologist in the story should NOT be taken as real advice for how to
deal with your own desires.

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Characters: Gordon, a 35-year-old father; Logan, his 10-year-old son;
Dr. Perkins, a psychologist with unconventional views on incest and
pedophilia.

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CHAPTER TWO: Second session with Dr. Perkins

The week that followed his first session with Dr. Perkins was one of the
strangest Gordon had ever lived. At first, he felt exhilarated by the
immense relief of having confessed his darkest secret to someone who
appeared to understand it. He didn't think that Dr. Perkins would approve
of acting out on those desires, but just the fact that he was allowing him
to express them without judging him was a tremendous burden lifted off his
shoulders.

After a couple of days, though, Gordon started thinking about his next
session and the fantasies that Dr. Perkins had asked him to describe in
great detail. Having never put any of his fantasies into words before, he
realized that they'd remained fairly vague. They seemed to exist on the
edge of his thoughts, half-submerged in his subconscious. While he was
jerking off, he thought about his son's smooth skin, about his cute little
butt. Sometimes he imagined what it would feel like to take his little cock
into his mouth, or something similar, but when he thought about something
like that, it was always very nebulous and fleeting, as if the conscious
and subconscious parts of his mind were at war - one of them trying to
conjure up specific images while the other rejected or disguised them. It
still freaked him out to imagine specific sexual acts with his son, because
he couldn't bare the thought of actually doing anything to harm him son,
whom he loved more than anybody else in the world, including his wife and
daughter.

But now Dr. Perkins had specifically instructed him to prepare for a
discussion of his fantasies in explicit detail. It was almost like being
given homework, the most exciting and fun homework he could ever
imagine. He started to look at Logan differently. If he caught sight of him
naked or in his underwear, he allowed his gaze to linger upon his body and
take in all the details. He imagined what it would be like to explore that
naked little body with his hands, feeling the smooth skin, touching him in
places he'd never touched him before.

One night he walked by Logan's bedroom and went inside to watch him
sleep. He thought about what it would be like to walk over to the side of
his bed, put his hand under the covers and fondle him, making his little
cock hard as he rubbed it through the fabric of his pyjamas. And what if he
then woke up? What would happen then?

Was this really helping? Dr. Perkins had said that it was a necessary part
of the therapy, but Gordon felt like this was making his desire even
stronger and more difficult to contain. He looked forward to the next
session and to sharing those fantasies with Dr. Perkins. Perhaps voicing
them out loud would offer some kind of relief. Was this what Dr. Perkins
had in mind?

Finally, the day of the second session arrived. When Dr. Perkins asked him
how his week had been, Gordon shared some of his concerns about his desires
getting stronger as his fantasies became more elaborate.

"Yes," Dr. Perkins said, "I thought this might happen. It's perfectly
normal, given the assignment I gave you. What you must understand, Gordon,
is that your fantasies are not inherently bad. In fact, no fantasy is bad,
no matter how socially reprehensible it might be. Repression is much more
unhealthy and dangerous than fantasies. If you try to repress your desire,
it will grow and fester inside of you, and it might lead you to act
irresponsibly, which could be harmful not only to yourself but to your
family. Our therapy together will consist of finding ways for you to get
some relief without endangering yourself or your loved ones. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Good. Then let's get started."

At the first session, which had started more like an interview, they had
remained seated face to face, with the doctor's desk between them. This
time, Dr. Perkins made Gordon sit in a reclining chair and he seated
himself behind him, so that he could hear him but not see him, like in a
traditional psychoanalysis set-up.

"I'd like you to imagine for a moment that you live in a world where
actions have no consequences," Dr. Perkins began. "No matter what you do,
there is no danger of harming yourself or others. As far as your
relationship with your son is concerned, you can do anything you like to
him and he will not be traumatized or hurt by it. There's no danger of
getting caught, either by your wife or the police or anyone else. You have
absolute freedom to act only according to your own desires. Now try to
relax, make yourself comfortable, think of your son, and imagine acting on
your fantasies for the first time in this imaginary world without
consequence. Describe the scene to me."

"Okay." Gordon closed his eyes to be able to better picture the scene. The
first image that came to his mind was of Logan coming out of the bath, as
he had seen him just a couple of days ago. He described this to
Dr. Perkins, who urged him to go on.

"I walk up to him with a towel to dry him," Gordon continued, trying to
describe the scene as it unfurled in his imagination. "I rub the towel over
every inch of his smooth body until it's completely dry. Then I hug him
while he is still naked. I hold him tightly against me, smelling his clean
boy smell and rubbing my bare hands over his naked skin. I start kissing
him, on the neck and then down his chests. He giggles a little as my hair
brushes against his skin, tickling him. He's enjoying the attention I'm
giving him. I move my hands down his body and find his little penis. I play
with it until it gets hard. I take a good look at him and admire his
beautiful body. His hard little dick is sticking out. I take it between my
fingers again and move the foreskin back, exposing the pink little head. I
stick my tongue out and lick the tip of his penis. He's obviously enjoying
the sensation, but doesn't know how to respond so he just giggles again.

"I lick the entire length of his penis a few times and every time I get to
the tip of it, I feel it twitch. Finally, I put my lips over the head. I
hold my lips tightly together and slowly slide them down the small shaft,
then back up. I hear Logan exhale sharply. I go back to licking his penis a
few times and when I close my lips over the head again, this time he pushes
into into my mouth. I hope my hands on his hips and guide him into a
fucking motion. He quickly catches on and starts pumping into me. I can
hear him moaning and grunting softly and it's making my cock throb and leak
precum inside my pants.

"After a moment, I stop him and take my mouth off of him. It's obvious that
he wants to keep going, but I enjoy making him wait. I love how horny he's
become so suddenly. I pick him up and carry him over to my bedroom and make
him lie down on my bed. I start to undress. He just lies there waiting for
me, his little cocklet still hard as a rock. When I take off my underwear,
his eyes bulge as he sees my big hard cock. I get on the bed with him and
he immediately reaches for it. His little hand on my cock sends electric
shocks through my body. I wrap his small hand over my shaft and show him
how to masturbate me. I take my hand away and watch as he continues to
stroke me. I've never been this excited in my life and I know I won't last
long, so I push his hand away.

"I lie down next to him and we press our bodies together. I kiss him right
on the lips, pushing my tongue into his mouth. I feel his penis push
against my stomach while he dry humps me. I push him down so that our
crotches are aligned and then put my hands on his smooth ass cheeks and
guide him back into his humping motion. He's grinding his small cock
against mine. My leaking precum lubricates him and he starts humping faster
and faster. His breathing gets heavier and I realize that he's about to
experience his first orgasm. His whole body tenses up and I feel his dick
try to pump out cum that his body hasn't started producing yet. Feel his
cock shooting blanks against mine sends me over the edge and I shoot a huge
load of thick, creamy cum across his stomach. Oh, fuck!"

Gordon was jolted back to reality as he realized, too late, that he'd been
absent-mindedly rubbing himself through is pants while describing his
incestuous fantasy. He felt his cock explode and fill his briefs with a
huge load that just kept coming and coming, one squirt after
another. Perhaps because he desperately wanted it to stop, his orgasm
seemed to last longer than was humanly possible, until the hot cum had
soaked all the way through is underwear and formed a wet spot in the front
of his pants.

He felt a rush of embarrassment as he tried to recover and catch his
breath.

"Oh, my God," he said. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I'm
really sorry. I completely lost control."

"Gordon, please, stop apologizing," Dr. Perkins said calmly. "What you've
just experienced is perfectly natural. You have nothing to be embarrassed
about. You needed that release. I'm just amazed that we already progressed
this far on your second session. You're doing very well, Gordon."

"Wait, you're telling that me blowing my nuts and making a mess inside my
pants in the middle of our session was part of the plan?"

"Well, no, not exactly. I didn't think you'd go this far in this session,
and next time you should probably use a tissue to avoid spoiling your
pants. Speaking of which, here, why don't you clean yourself up?"

Dr. Perkins walked over to Gordon and handed him a box of tissues. While
Gordon unbuttoned his trousers and did his best to clean up the cum that
was all over his briefs and pubic hair and belly, Dr. Perkins went on.

"This is the first step toward finding the kind of release I was telling
you about earlier. We're making remarkable progress, Gordon. But I'm afraid
our session has come to an end."

Gordon got up and threw the soaked tissues into the wastebasket. He still
couldn't believe what had just happened to him. The wet spot in the front
of his pants was still visible.

"Is there, uh, anything in particular you'd like me to think about until
our next session?"

"No," Dr. Perkins said, "I think you're on the right track. We'll pick up
where we left off next week. See you then?"

"Yeah," Gordon answered. "See you then." He left the office disoriented,
his mind still reeling, trying to ignore the stickiness between his legs.