Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2017 12:56:45 -0700
From: Christopher X <dirtyscattales@gmail.com>
Subject: The Therapist Part 2

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The Therapist Part 2



Dr. Tokolahi and Greg talked during his session, as always, Greg despite
having rather non-remarkable conversational skills assiduously avoided
actually discussing his fetish- even though they both knew it was now
literally documented.  However Dr. Tokolahi was used to this- he used to
joke with his colleagues at conferences that someone could come in on LSD
and still adroitly verbally tip toe around their fetish.



Dr. T did what he had to nearly every time, and something he was expert at-
breaking the ice.  "Gay men find assholes so hot, stretching, stuffing,
enema pressure, watching an anus crown around a huge black dildo- but if
it's a thick log of blackish brown shit- everyone is disgusted."  (He would
have said `clutching their pearls' but Greg was not comfortable with the
natural effeminate sarcasm of a seasoned gay man.)  Greg looked up and
struggled to give a chuckle.   This was the level of progress Dr. T
expected, what he did not expect was what came next-

Greg poured his heart out, beginning with how his fantasies started it was
a sudden change of gear...when he was in Whole Foods near UCLA on a Saturday
and saw a group of young jocks, thick muscled bodies, a bit of acne
scarring on their blockish faces buying Psyllium.

He imagined them drinking it together, working towards relief of that heavy
sluggishness...when they drank the pysllium and they began to feel that
pressure, did they discuss it- surely they joked about it.  And when they
actually produced big turds (and those were his words, he was so caught in
erotic stimulation by this time in the story)- did they all visit the
bathroom together? who got to sit on the toilet first? Oh how he had
imagined all the different "plays"  (again his language) that could have
taken place.



His cock was thick in his pants and he grabbed it for relief every so
often.   "How did you hope to see them expel their shit?"  Dr. T asked with
his glasses midway down his nose, under his eyes, that were raised with
scrutinizing curiosity.  "On all fours above the toilet, all seeing the
holes stretch, all learning about each other's bodies."

"Silent or talking?" "Oh man, talking. Talking about how bad it hurts their
buttholes and chutes...."  He looked over to Dr. T, confident that he was
getting a stir, he put on a masculine, sexual affectation- "you know, dude
to dude talk."  Dr. T sensed he was building a comfort zone around his
limited window of what was sexual, and masculine and using it to control
the session- so he shut him down.  "We're two gay men here.  Men who feel
vulnerable around other men. Men who want to get closer to other men.
These young men, taking big shits to clear their systems out for faster
running in flag football is not what we're here to conquer.  We're here to
conquer your feelings.  And you want to see men make big poo poo out of
their potty pussies  because you need to be close to a man sexually,
romantically and emotionally. "



Greg deflated and turned inward, which Tokolahi knew would happen.  The
five minutes of silence felt like an eternity to  Greg but not to Dr. T.  --
who had handled this with dozens of "straight male icons" with their very
gay fetishes.



Finally, after a period, without looking up, Greg asked, "what do you want
me to do, Doctor?"

"I want you to be comfortable enough to be your own performance- to play
with your body, to be natural, to be free to be unapologetically a gay
man.  And  I want you to put on video and then masturbate to yourself
putting on a poo poo show."

Greg's look shot back "Hell, no."   Dr. T was firm. "That's the progress.
When you are comfortable enough with your sexuality to do that...then we will
have made a real breakthrough."  "What about just feeling good?"  "Well, if
you're talking about acting out your insecurities through coded locker room
fantasy sex, you can find that on Grindr- but when it's over all you've got
are two or more uncomfortable men with the same issues they had before they
had sex and had orgasms."



"Listen, I don't make this easy, because it's not, but you've got real
courage. Until next Thursday"

Dr. T smiled at Greg and after a moment, Greg smiled back, gathering his
wallet and keys.



Greg walked through the sleepy office building and back to his SUV. He
visualized himself before a camera, trying to perform sexually.  It brought
back deep feelings of vulnerability and embarrassment. As he drove, he
finally decided to try and shut the feelings down by getting angry over
something else- displacement in the most classic sense- driving quickly up
the 405 back to Bel Air Crest and his planned community home that felt so
empty now. He realized he was hungry and was going to pre order take out-
not in the mood to be sitting amongst people, giving autographs, straight
fans s getting that fake, awkward sound in their voice when they
complimented his courage...



Meanwhile, back at the office, Dr. Tokolahi had been making notes about the
session into his recorder, when his mind began to wander back to his years
in Graduate School in France and the professor who first mentored him both
as a professional and as a gay love maker.



Jean-Jacques Beneix  was 50 when Samesoni met him. Samesoni used to a life
as a closeted outsider Rugby Savant who couldn't even get close to his
"mates" because of his secret, met this professor, who lived openly as a
passionate gay man in a little stucco house over the Mediterranean Sea
cracked open his mind and self in every way.



Jean-Jacques and Samesoni made love almost instantly after meeting, kissing
and going into a 69 on the thick rug of his office.  Samesoni can still
remember his bald head, very angular thin Gallic face with high cheek bones
and his curled salt and pepper mustache, as his face was filled with
Samesoni's cock.



 However, it wasn't until months later that Samesoni first learned about
scat play- and it was because he brought up anal sex.   In a stern, snitty
French way- "That is only something I do with my partner, Joao involved."
He watched Samesoni's face fall- they had become so close and now Samesoni
realized it was all an illusion, he was simply being taken in as a sex
object.  "You are telling stories in your head, I can see."  Jean-Jacques
said to Samesoni.  He took his chin tenderly, drying his tear.  "You are
special to me. I think Joao would love for three of us to share a night of
love-making.  After all, we've been talking about you for months."



That afternoon, as Samesoni made his way up the winding hillside road above
the town to the olive tree and salvia covered rocky ridge ensconcing
Jean-Jacques's home, he watched the orangish-red sunset paint the stucco
and limestone of Menton a faded red.  His stomach felt so fluttery and
pulse so fast, he awaited threesomes like he had seen in the gay
pornography he mail ordered from Advocate Men and watched on his DVD.

He imagined the slick lube around the ass and the thrusting action.
Worried about cleanliness problems, he drank only water that day, too
aroused to notice how hungry he was.



He walked in the house, and was shocked to smell the garlicy and robust
smells of rich meal being prepared. Jean-Jacques kissed him and floated
around in a linen nightshirt   "meet Joao"  A huge man, 6'4" and nearly 350
pounds of muscle softly rounded with fat, also bald with a very different
kind of mustache, thick and substantial, surrounded by a beard- came into
the foyer.  He had piercing, sexily angry eyes.



Realizing he had misjudged the pace, Samesoni covered his disappointment
and said "I'm looking forward to a long dinner."  Jean-Jacques said "Oh I
am too but not as much as I am the natural anal sex threesome tomorrow
morning"  With that Jean Jacques took a piece of wasa cracker covered
thickly in hummus and roasted red peppers of a huge hors d'ouvres plate and
put it into this mouth sensually.  Samesoni was clearly overwhelmed and
Joao shot Jean-Jacques a look.



"You will understand in due time....so to speak."  Jean-Jacques chuckled,
handing him a Wasa cracker and feeling his hunger for the first time in
hours, Samesoni savored it....

A rich meal eaten Moroccan style on pillows took place, sensual finger
feeding, kissing caressing was part of the experience....all under the stars
with an outdoor fire nearby.



They all shared a bed, nude, a night of caressing and gentle lovemaking,
just learning each others bodies.  Suddenly, Joao erupted loud flatulence
that stunk heavily...Jean-Jacques just purred erotically.  He turned to
Samesoni, "You will so enjoy how his anus works...it's as big and imposing as
his body..." with that Joao took Jean-Jacques lean runners frame into his
arms and kissed him as he held him tight.



That morning, Samesoni awoke to white towels that had been clearly washed
many times and were a bit ragged from use, oils and dark mahogany case that
was about 20 inches long and 5 inches wide.



Samesoni soon had to move his bowels urgently.  But Jean-Jacques and Joao,
drinking Ethiopian coffee in little cups were sitting in a way that
revealed that they too were very full as well.  The silent passing of very
odorous farts happened constantly.  "I know the smell is strong."  Joao
said.



Samesoni then flashed to the reveal of the wooden two-headed phallus, Joao,
an accomplished sculptor, had made it- and it was various shades of brown.
"varnished when we make love." Joao said proudly.


Jean-Jacques took the dildo and began sniffing it sensually, licking it and
caressing it..."My Suggestion is that you and I have Joao insert this into
each of our full rectums to further season it for future use."  And with
that, Samesoni got on all fours with his anus out. "Hold in your bowels"
 Joao quietly instructed as he teased Samesoni's puckered anus with the
dildo and ran the dildo along the thick dark hairs lining the cleft between
his cheeks and covering his perineum.  As he inserted it in,  Samesoni
began to feel cramping, raw pain and incredible pleasure as a very thick
dildo fought with his loose, heavy bowels....His cringes made the two men
both moan in pleasure...



And with that, Samesoni was fully indoctrinated into the scat fetish.


 A fetish that would some day become the hallmark of his career, but he was
too aroused for reflecting- he took advantage of the pressure on his bowels
and a completely empty floor and appointment book to change into a white
linen gown, that quickly gained a seminal fluid stain as it rested on his
huge, turgid penis and walk out of his office over the men's toilet in the
hallway.



Meanwhile, Greg, irritable and hungry was off the 405 back down Wilshire to
Dr. T's office to recuperate his lost phone.



Samesoni was in the bathroom, on all fours above the toilet, his linen
nightshirt hastily pulled with one hand away from his spread buttocks.  He
began to do the most delicious thing a "strong man" can do- erotic petulant
whining out loud, his thick lips pouty, his buttocks arched pertly, he
began to engage in a sexual persona so different from his usual persona of
the tough, even-tempered "masculine" doctor.

"Oh, My big log hurts so bad coming out...I want it to feel so good, I want
it just to tickle and make me feel good." He began punching his fists
against the toilet in a full on temper-tantrum.  "Owwww it hurts so bad
coming out!" His lips pursed out just as his anus did thickly preparing
itself for a major crowning.



Greg heard this talk in the hall, growning more and more aroused as he did,
Angry at Dr. T for belittling him in the session, determined to take the
upper hand and determined to get what he wanted-which was to stick his big
cock in that man's dirty buttboi butt.



And with that, ever the privileged white sports jock millionaire even if
was out, he twisted the door knob on the hallway until it came out of the
door......



To Be Continued