“Johnny, wake up! You’re gonna be late for class. You need to get yourself together, son. Your father and I work hard to send you to college. Get your ass up, NOW!”
Johnny splayed out on his queen bed in his underwear laying on his stomach. His mother’s shrieking at him didn’t do anything to motivate him to move a muscle. He hadn’t showered in a couple of days and he could smell his own funk. He was looking haggard, he hadn’t shaved in a few days either. Johnny’s seasonal depression was overtaking him. That chill in the air, grey skies, light rain. It couldn’t be worse.
Johnny’s dad was eating his breakfast as he heard his wife yelling at their son and was becoming more impatient by the second.
”Helen, yelling at that lazy boy isn’t going to do anything. I’m gonna handle this. Go clean up the dishes and I’ll take it from here.”
Helen knew her husband ran on a short fuse. She’s seen her husband get this way before. Sure enough, he barreled through the hallway corridor and heard the crack of his black leather belt as he swatted his son right across the back and a few more to his ass.
“Get your ass in gear! Get up you bastard! Don’t make me hit you again!”
Although Johnny was tall and strong himself, he was always intimidated by his father, especially when he was angry. Johnny fought back tears and scrambled to his bathroom. His dad’s belt continued to make contact with his naked back as he scurried to the bathroom and shut and locked the door behind him.
”I better hear that shower started. Your mother and I are fed up. You’re stinking up our house!”
His dad returned to the kitchen to grab his bagged lunch and said, “You see, I told you I’d get that boy out of bed. Have a nice day, honey.”
Helen slumped over the sink. She was beside herself. A hot tempered husband and an obstinate son, the two always going at it. It was a battle she wishes she didn’t have to mediate. She continued to clean up the morning dishes and waited for Johnny.
Meanwhile, poor Johnny stared at himself in the mirror. He turned around and saw red welts across his back. His father had gone hard on him. Then he looked at his face and saw his red swollen eyes, his scruffy face. Sure, he’d normally sported a goatee but it wasn’t shaped up in a few days and with five days of beard growth on the rest of his face he didn’t look healthy. Johnny didn’t care. He shrugged his shoulders, tugged off his white Jockey’s and stood under the hot water, barely able to take the soap to his body. He did a minimal job cleaning himself, toweled off and looked for some clothes on his bedroom floor that didn’t smell badly or look too dirty. Then he stumbled into the kitchen.
”Johnny, I don’t know what to do with you. You can’t continue to do this. I can’t control your father either. Figure it out. Go see Tim today. Don’t come back here until you do something. Your breakfast is on the table, don’t leave your dishes in the sink.” Then Helen put on her coat, grabbed her car keys and left for work.
Johnny ate some of his breakfast which was cold. He pushed his plate away and disregarded his mother’s request to clean up after himself. He grabbed his backpack and set out to go to a couple of classes.
Around lunch time, Johnny texted Tim to ask about an appointment later in the day. Tim said he’d fit Johnny into his schedule if he could get there by 3pm. Johnny said that was fine because classes are over by 2pm.
Johnny arrived and the receptionist said Tim was expecting him, that it was fine to enter the room.
“Ahh Johnny, my boy. You’re here. Please lock the door behind you. I don’t want us to be disturbed. Son, you look terrible. Take a seat, tell me what’s going on.”
“Tim, I don’t know. I was feeling great for almost two weeks after I last saw you. But the past few days, I’m back to square one. I feel like such a loser. I don’t wanna get out of bed, I have no energy, life just sucks. I don’t like feeling like this but I just can’t shake it. My dad hates me, this morning he beat me with his belt!”
Johnny took off his shirt and showed Tim the bruises from the strapping that morning.
”Oh Johnny. I’m so sorry. I know your dad isn’t an easy man to live with. You’re too old to call child protective services. I wish there was something I could do.”
”No, I don’t want the authorities involved. My dad doesn’t know any better. His dad beat him, so he beats me. I’ll be alright. I know if I can get my shit together he’ll lay off me.”
”So you want another treatment? Is that why you’re here?”
”Yes. Please. I’m desperate. I need to do something. I don’t wanna go home like this.”
”OK, Johnny. I got you. Why don’t you come closer so we can get started.”
Johnny stood next to Tim and waited for further instruction.
”Show me how desperate you are, Johnny. I want you to beg me for it. Tell me what you want.”
”I want to suck your cock, Tim. I want to suck your cock so I can feel better. Please, Tim. Help me feel better.”
”That’s a good start. Now, get on your knees.”
Johnny dropped to his knees.
“Sniff my crotch. Put your face in it. Go on, do it.”
Johnny pushed his face into Tim’s crotch and could feel the length of that hardening stick against his cheek.
”Open my zipper and take it out. I’m not wearing any underwear today. I was expecting you. I knew you’d be back.”
Johnny pulled down Tim’s zipper and that hard cock sprung out like a jack in the box, its angry purple, swollen head right in his face.
“Lick it. Lick it like a lollipop Johnny. Lick it like getting to the center will save your life. I wanna look down at you and see the hunger in your eyes.”
Johnny pulled his tongue out and began to lick the head, then maneuvered his face to lick the length of the underside up and back, getting a nice coat, all wet, moaning in delight feeling every nook and cranny.
”Take my balls in your mouth Johnny. Suck on my balls. Suck them good. The route to your happiness lies in my nuts. Suck them like your life depends on it. Go on Johnny, you’re doing great.”
Johnny was doing great ,he followed Johnny’s commands perfectly knowing by following orders, he’d be feeling great in no time.
”Johnny, open wide. I’m gonna fuck your throat. Don’t move your head. I’m gonna fuck your face, Johnny. Look at all that drool over my cock. Your drooling for my cock, Johnny. I’m gonna put my hands behind your head now and shove my hard dick down your throat. Ooohhh yeah, Johnny. That’s it, take it boy.”
Johnny continued to choke on the hard cock filling his throat and then Tim pulled out suddenly.
”Johnny, I think this treatment isn’t working. I think it will be better, let’s say longer lasting, for you, if I ejaculated in your ass. Let’s experiment and see if there is any difference in your mood if I fuck and breed you. What do you think, Johnny? Shall we try it?”
The vulnerable boy was so full of anguish and despair he was willing to do anything at this point. Johnny pulled down his pants and underwear and bent over the arm of the couch.
”That’s a good boy, Johnny. Let me give you exactly what you need.” With his cock still fully wet, Tim lined up behind Johnny’s sweet pink hole and pushed his head through its ring. Johnny yelped and Tim told him to bite down on his fist so that he would be muffled.
“I’m going to give you the rest of my inches, Johnny. Just relax.”
Tim rubbed Johnny’s back to soothe him as he slid his cock into the boy down to the base.
“Oh Johnny, your asshole is so tight around my dick. It feels so good. You’re gonna feel this good, too. That’s it, now I’m gonna just move my hips a bit and you’re gonna see, you’re gonna feel, so so good. Oh Johnny, I can hear you moaning now. You like my big dick in your ass, don’t ya, Johnny. I knew you would. You’re gonna see this is gonna be better than seeding your throat. Oh Johnny, I wish I had more time to fuck this sweet, sweet ass, but my next appointment will be here very soon. I’m gonna cum up your ass now Johnny. Don’t move. I’m gonna fucking fill that ass right up with my cum, boy. That’s it. Aaahhh yeah, that’s a good boy. Your asshole is swallowing my dick, sucking out my cum. Fuck yeah, oh Johnny, that was fucking fantastic. Now, I’m gonna pull out and you’re gonna clean my dick off with your mouth. Yeah, just like that, get it all.”
When Johnny had finished, Tim pulled up his pants and zipped up.
Johnny had a smile wide as a Cheshire Cat.
“It looks like you enjoyed our new therapy experiment, didn’t you, Johnny?”
”Yes, yes. I never felt better. Thank you so much, Tim. You always know what I need. Thank you, thank you.”
”Johnny, make sure you wipe your face, I can see some of my spunk on your scruff. Go to the bathroom and wash up. Call me again if you need another treatment.”
The receptionist gave Johnny a wry smile as he walked by. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen that look on one of Tim’s patients. She was certain she heard Johnny moaning through that wooden office door. As long as she was being paid, and paid well, it was none of her business.
Johnny zipped to the bathroom and saw a stranger in the reflection. He didn’t realize just how far he’d let himself fall. With a renewed sense of urgency, with vigor and energy, Johnny washed his face and returned home. He whistled when he walked inside and his mother heard him from the kitchen.
”Well, isn’t this music to my ears. What has you all jolly today?”
”I went to see Tim, mother I think he fixed me. I feel phenomenal. Do you mind if I shower and shave before dinner? I feel kind of gross.”
”Please! I don’t mind at all. I’m just thrilled to see you like this again. Wait till your father gets home. He’s gonna see you like this and be so, so happy! I’m gonna get us some white wine to celebrate. Go ahead son, go take a shower.”
Johnny stripped and with that load of cum up his ass his cock was firm now that it was free from its binds. Before showering, Johnny laid flat on his back, raised his legs and put a finger up his ass like a dipstick. He pulled Tim’s cum and tasted it several times before he stroked his own dick off. Wads of his cum streaking his hairy chest down to his pubes. Johnny cleaned up his mess, showered, shaved, and looked like an entirely new person.
He sat at the dinner table with his parents. His dad had already tied one on at the bar with his work buddies before coming home and now drinking white wine certainly didn’t help.
”Johnny, I’m gonna ask you a question and I want you to be honest with me. Is that homo therapist of yours fucking you? I can’t think of any other explanation. You mope around here all day and night and when you see him, you come home happy as a pig. What the hell is going on? Am I paying him to fuck you!”
“Alan, I wanted a peaceful dinner tonight. What’s gotten into you? Johnny, you don’t have to answer that. Just ignore your father. He doesn’t even know what he’s saying!”
Johnny got away with answering the question that time, but he knew his father saw him for what he was, and his father may be a drunk but he wasn’t stupid.
Johnny went to bed that night feeling pretty good with himself. His boyfriend was coming home in a week so he’d be getting laid again on a regular basis. That would certainly help him through his seasonal depression.
