The Psychiatrist Office

The time was 4 p. m. That balmy afternoon in early September finds me walking toward the medical building, specifically the office of doctor Gerald R Wilson.

At age 24 a forbidden desire rose to the surface. OH MY GOD, I have a huge crush on "Sheldon Cooper". An overpowering desire to kiss him both terrified and excited me. Learning that Jim Parsons, the actor who portrays "Sheldon" is gay coincided with my crush on "Sheldon" rising to the surface.

Inside the lobby I took a minute to read the directory of doctors who have offices in the brick two-story building. With that knowledge in mind I climbed the steps to the second floor and headed to doctor Wilson's waiting room three doors away from the window.

A few minutes elapsed while I read magazine articles in a couple of different publications then a male voice reached my ears.

"Stephen Caruso," said the therapist.

Looking up from the magazine, I spotted a strikingly handsome fellow gesturing me to follow him. Dark-brown hair with side part framed his square face. Thin lips, a straight nose and a strong jawline gave him perfect features.

Is he gay? If he is gay I can definitely do him. Oh wait He's probably not single.

He led me to his office and took a seat at his desk. I took the seat beside the desk and collected my thoughts while he waited patiently for me to speak.

"Tell me something about yourself"

"I just turned 24 at the end of May, actually the Friday before Memorial Day."

"Happy Birthday"

"Thanks," I replied.

"What kind f work do you do?"

"I'm a male nurse. I know it's not a typical male profession but I like it."

"That's all that counts. Do you get along well with your colleagues? Your fellow nurses I mean. Do you relate well to them?"

"We get along fine. I take lunch with them: Sarah, Pauline, Carol, Jackie. I like sitting with them and just listening to girl talk. Sometimes they like to talk about their husbands or their boyfriends. I don't have a boyfriend so I have nothing to ad to those conversations."

"Tell me about your middle school and high school days. Did you play sports, have many guy friends, any girlfriends?"

I had guy friends. They just thought I was girl shy because I never had a girlfriend."

"I see."

"In college I started looking at guys, really looking. Recently I started having sexual fantasies. I have a friend named Todd Kenner. Sometimes I wonder how it would feel to kiss him, to touch his private parts."

My candid remarks made me blush and avert my eyes.

Gerald Wilson knew just what to say.

"It's normal to masturbate when you're turned on by someone, especially if you're single."

"Are you gay," I asked.

"Yes I am."

"Do you have a partner?"

Right then as the words came out I spotted the two-tone gold 6 mm band.

"His name is Keith. We've been together for 10 years, married for six."

"What does he look like?"

"Like the picture on my desk," said Gerald, turning the photo to face me.

I looked at the photo of a youthful man with light-brown hair and blue eyes.

"How did you guys meet?"

"Outdoor pool at the gym. We were lying in side by side chaise lounges."

"Where was your first date?"

"Seafood restaurant," said Gerald.

"May I ask a personal question?"

"How personal is it?"

I hesitated. He looked at me as if waiting for the question.

Instead of asking I admitted that "thinking about Todd makes me masturbate."

"That's ok. He turns you on. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I think he's straight. I'm afraid to even come out to him."

"Is he homophobic?"

"I don't know."


"If's he a true friend he'll understand. He won't run away. See if you can draw him out."

"I'm afraid to even come out to my parents."

"I'm betting they won't disown you although it may take them a long while to accept it."

"I'm glad I have my own place. At least I'm not afraid of getting thrown out."

"They wouldn't have thrown you out over it. My mom gave me a hug when I told her, as did my dad."

"Todd is smokin' hot. I started wanting him to be gay but I could never say it. I ached for him to be my boyfriend. My nights felt so lonely."

Gerry thought for a second then told his story out of empathy. "When I was in the army DADT was the rule and it was awful. Anyway whenever I got a weekend pass I'd seek a bar but I was always afraid of being seen there. I couldn't risk losing my college fund."

"Was there ever anyone from the base at a bar?"

He shook his head silently.

"I enlisted in 2003 just out of high school and got out in 2007. If I had it to do all over again I'd enlist and makeout with the platoon lieutenant."

Was his lieutenant gay?

He continued. "Attitudes have changed in many parts of the country. To most people a person's sexual orientation doesn't matter, not like it once did."

My tongue loosened prompting me to make a remark. "I think you're gorgeous."

He didn't reply so I made another remark.

"At the gym I like to check out guys in the locker room when they're naked."

"I'd be careful about such behavior. Save it for the all male bathhouses."

I decided to accept his counsel.

The urge to masturbate struck me and I struggled to control it. Even so, I was becoming aware of my cock getting hard inside my pants.

"You're having a sexual fantasy. I can tell."

I blushed at his remark.

After a brief pause I finally admitted that "I'd be jacking off if I were home alone."

He nodded. "Do you have that urge?"

I gave a silent nod.

"May I ask how often you do that?"

"Nightly, usually while watching porn," I replied.

He gave a nod. "Videos are meant to arouse a person. If one acts on that arousal that's OK."

"I really want to jerk off."

"Then go for it. I'll never tell."

He handed me an issue of Playgirl and said that "single men look at this in here."

Having opened it to the sexy photos, I undressed in less than a minute. My dick sprang to attention as my brain created an image of the 6-footer Gerald Wilson naked. My hand closed around the six-inch shaft that is my penis. Bent on ejaculating I rubbed rapidly for several seconds before resting my hand for just a second, then started again.

I never even thought that I'd be masturbating in a shrink's office until I did it. The magazine would remain open at my feet for the remainder of the session.

While my arm rested and fingers tracked through the ejaculate on my lower torso my cock reverted to it's normal limp state.

"Was there anyone in particular in your fantasy?"

"All those nude models" I replied.

"Do it til you're fully satisfied."

"I can do it again."

"Go for it again."

My hand started again, this time non stop.