"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.
