Johnny’s mood deteriorated with each passing day after he visited Tim, his therapist. His boyfriend was not returning home for at least another week. And, as September was turning into October, the temperature was dropping and the chill in the air, especially at night, went right through Johnny’s bones.
After class, Johnny was beside himself. A spell of deep despondency led him straight into his bedroom where he stripped down to his white Jockey briefs and curled under his down comforter. Johnny began to sob into his pillow with an inexplicable reason for such a display of emotion.
His mother saw Johnny’s car in the driveway after returning from the market and when opened the front door calling out for him to assist her with moving groceries from the car to the kitchen, she received no response.
Johnny’s mom had always been a patient woman, but after a long day at work and then food shopping, she wasn’t too happy with Johnny at this moment. Johnny’s mom burst into his bedroom without knocking ready to begin a verbal tirade but what she saw in front of her caused her to pause.
”Johnny, son, why are you crying? What’s going on? Did you and Gregory break up? I never liked that boy.”
She reached under the down comforter and rubbed Johnny’s bare back in an attempt to soothe him.
”no mother, Gregory and I are fine. I’m just not feeling well today.”
”Maybe you should go back and see Tim again. You know you felt so much better after your appointment with him last week. I don’t know what he said or did, but he needs to do it again. I can’t have you moping around this house all winter. Now go put some clothes on and wash your face and help me with dinner before your father gets home. He won’t like seeing you like this.”
”That man hates me. I can’t fix a transmission and I don’t have a girlfriend.”
”Don’t say that, Johnny. Your father loves you very much. He is just different than you and doesn’t know how to express himself. He admires you. Look, he thinks it’s great you’re in college. He never had a chance to go back in his day.”
Johnny knew deep inside how his father felt about him and it wasn’t good. On more than one drunken occasion, his Dad called him a fag orca flamer. Johnny never told his mom about it.
Johnny’s mom left him to get dressed and wash his face and give the appearance she was expecting to keep peace in the house that night. After dinner, Johnny texted Tim to see about a late appointment.
Tim said he and husband were out to dinner but would be finishing up soon and if Tim wanted, his husband would accompany him. Tim was feeling uneasy about that as their sex therapy was to be kept a secret between them. Tim convinced Johnny it would be just fine and maybe a second helping of man juice would have a longer lasting effect for him.
Johnny helped clean up the dishes and told his mom, in private, he was going to see his therapist. She gave him a wink and then said, “have fun with your friends, darling. Don’t stay out too late”, loud enough for her husband to hear it in the living room as he watched the Mets game.
Johnny drove over to the office building and too the elevator up to the third floor to suite 306. The door was unlocked and he stepped inside.
”Johnny, we’re back here. Lock the door and come join us.”
Johnny did as instructed and found Tim in his usual therapist chair while his husband, Nigel, was on the sofa. Nigel is a red-headed English gentleman, a history professor at the university. Green eyes, thick red beard, appearing to be quite tall even sitting down, top two buttons of his shirt undone revealing reddish/brown hairs. He was a very distinguished looking man.
”Nigel, this is Johnny, a patient of mine for the last six years. He’s suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder. Last week, we discovered an unorthodox therapy for his condition, and the reason you are here tonight is I want you to help me with this case. You can see just by looking at him, the boy needs help. He’s been crying all day and his eyes are swollen.”
”Sure. I’m happy to help, but I wouldn’t know where to begin? I’m not a trained therapist. I’m not understanding why I’m here?”
”Well, Johnny disclosed that when he sucks his boyfriend’s cock and swallows his load, he feels better. Johnny’s boyfriend is on an extended trip and isn’t here to help. Naturally, I offered the grieving boy my cock as a substitute because I believe in doing everything I can to help my patients. We discovered that Johnny felt terrific afterwards, but only for a week. That’s why you’re here. If he sucks us both off, he might feel terrific for two weeks. Wouldn’t you like that, Nigel? You’ve always wanted to see me at work, and now is your chance.”
“I certainly wasn’t expecting this, was I? You’re saying you want that lad to suck my cock off right now? For therapy?”
”Yes, that is exactly what I’m saying, Nigel. Johnny, why don’t you come over here and we can demonstrate just how this works.”
Johnny had never given a blow job in front of anyone else before. He became nervous but the memory of Tim’s cock from last week kept him motivated so he dropped to his knees in front of Tim and stared directly at his crotch.
”Go on, Johnny. Take your medicine, take it out and get what you need. Make yourself happy.”
Johnny smiled as he reached over to pull Tim’s pants down to his ankles and freed that snake from its confines. Nigel’s eyes were riveted watching Johnny hungrily deepthroating his husband’s brick dick. Up and down Johnny’s head bobbed, moaning in utter joy as he pleasured that beautiful cock.
Nigel pulled his own dick out of his pants and began to stroke it. His eight inches of uncut meat instantly boned up. He knew soon he’d be experiencing the very same pleasures as his husband.
Tim pushed Johnny away so he could walk to the center of the room where Nigel met him. Johnny was on his knees sucking on one dick and then the other as the husbands made out above him. Johnny opened wide to take both shafts into his throat and the sides of his mouth stretched to its limits. Johnny drooled all over those cocks, losing himself in his efforts and tuning out everything else.
”I told you, Nigel. Look at how happy we’ve made this boy. That’s a genuine expression of delight if I ever saw one. I don’t know about you, but I’m not gonna last too much longer.”
Tim gripped Johnny’s head and turned it towards him so he could plunge deep and face fuck his throat until he cried out in orgasmic glee, releasing a torrent of cum, turned on sharing this patient with his husband. Tim’s body shook and convulsed for almost a full minute it was intense.
Nigel twisted Johnny’s head to his cock without a second to catch his breath. His lips and chin covered with spunk, Nigel held Johnny’s head still and pushed his dick in and out of the boy’s throat. Tim reached over to twist and pinch a tit, their mouths met, and that sent Nigel’s cock firing off seven strong gushes of white hot elixir right into Johnny’s belly.
Johnny licked his lips and his smile was wide and lively.
”Oh Tim, thank you so much. That was just what I needed. You guys are the best. I better get home before my parents start looking for me.”
”So glad we could help you, son. Call me again if you need anything else.”
”It was great to meet you, lad. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime. You are a great cocksucker, by the way.”
”Thank you, again guys and good night.”
When Johnny came home his mom had already retired to bed and his dad was still awake watching the game as it was into extra innings.
“Have fun with your friends tonight, son?”
”Yeah, dad. It was fun.”
”Come over here for a second so I could see you in the light. What’s that white stuff in your goatee? Were you out there sucking dick tonight? I know what cum looks like, no hiding it from me!”
”No dad, I promise. I just stopped at McDonald’s for a milkshake and I guess I didn't wipe my face good. Good night.”
Johnny thought he heard his dad say something like, “that ain’t no milkshake. Fucking faggot can’t fool me”, under his breath.
Johhny knew his dad was drunk and probably wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. Besides, he’s was still floating on cloud 9, and wasn’t about to let his father ruin his mood.
He stripped and once again was in bed. Only this time, he decided to rub one out and eat his own messy load. Maybe his own cum would help him fight his Seasonal Affective Disorder?
