I began to experience seasonal depression in my early teens. As soon as the leaves were browning and falling from the trees, I could feel my mood dropping into free fall. I lived for summer. I worship the sun and “it’s too hot”, is not in my vocabulary. It’s the season where all the men are engaging in sports shirtless and in shorts, what’s not to like.
My parents observed the extreme difference in my disposition and my school counselor recommended to them that I see a therapist to perhaps uncover and understand more about what was behind all of this lethargy.
I’m now 20, I’ve gone through puberty and grew a shit ton physically since I began seeing Tim, my therapist, six years ago. I’m now 6’1”, my brown curly hair has thickened, I’ve grown a mature goatee, brown eyes and even have a great deal of hair on my chest. Even my cock has plumped and dangles between my legs like a third leg. And, oh yeah, I almost forgot, I came out two years ago and have an awesome boyfriend I met in community college.
I’d first come out to Tim before anyone else. He’s been more like a father figure to me than my own father. My real father wasn’t a bad guy, but he was a football watching, beer drinking car mechanic. We had nothing in common and as I grew older we grew apart. I don’t think I turned out to be the man he dreamed I’d be.
It might have helped that Tim disclosed his homosexuality to me after I did with him. He was a man in his mid-40’s, black hair graying at the temples, a thick mustache, blue eyes. Tim kept in shape. He wore tight clothes that showcased his workouts very well.
Well, here I was in Tim’s office in late September and my mood was very sour, as it was each year around this time. The signal of summer’s end was not only transforming the weather, it was transforming me.
“Johnny, I’ve seen you grow more distant each year around this time. Talk to me, what is that you’re feeling inside right now.”
”Tim, it’s hard to explain. You know I love to sit outside and sunbathe with a good book every day in the summer. Knowing that I won’t be able to do it again for at least 6-7 months is awful. I feel lost in the other seasons, my internal barometer is thrown off kilter.”
”Go on. Tell me more. It sounds like a sense of loss for you.”
”Exactly! I’m grieving the loss of summer.,I don’t get to sit outside in my Speedo, I don’t get to flirt with hot guys around me at the pool. I guess I miss all of the attention I get in the summer, and I don’t get to gawk at other guys. Everything just gets cold and everyone is covered up. I miss the casual hook-ups I can find in the summer. I just feel miserable all the time now.”
”Are there any times when you’ve experienced joy in other seasons? Are you like this 100% of the time, son?”
”Well, to be perfectly honest, the only time I’ve experienced joy in the last few weeks was when my boyfriend let me suck his cock or when I feel his hardness enter my butt. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, go on. At this point we have no secrets. I’m glad you are comfortable to share this with me. I can only help you if you tell me everything you are feeling.”
“Thank you, Tim. So, it’s true. When I’m with my boyfriend and feeling down, it seems that sucking his cock blocks all of the negative feelings from my mind. Even when he fucks me up the ass, it’s like summer, and I can’t help but feel happy inside. And then, when it’s all over and he’s blown his load, reality sets in and I’m feeling like shit all over again.”
“Johnny, sex does being on a rush of endorphins and likely this is what brings on your sense of joy in these moments. Pleasure has a way of freeing your mind from things. We both know, it’s physically impossible to engage in sex every waking hour of the day. Thats just not realistic. I do have a thought if you want to hear it.”
“At this point what do I have to lose, sure.”
“Have you thought about moving down south? In Florida, you may feel better. The climate is more consistent down there. It may make a difference for your condition.”
“Tim, believe me. I’ve thought of that. I don’t know if I’m ready to leave here. I’d have to transfer schools, I’d miss my parents, my boyfriend. I don’t think I could do it right now. Let’s not forget that DeSantis is a real asshole.”
“I know, I know. I had to ask the question, but I agree. At this stage in your life moving away doesn’t seem like a solution. So how are you feeling right now?”
“Hopeless. Helpless. Worthless. Sad. Depressed. I feel like a sack of shit, Tim.”
Tim handed Johnny some tissues and reached over to console him as he sobbed into Tim’s chest.
“That’s it, son. Let it out. I got you. It’s ok. You’re going to be ok.”
“Thank you, Tim. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to cry, I just have no control over my emotions these days. My boyfriend decided to visit his cousins in California this week so I’m just so lonely.”
“I’m sure if he were here, you’d be nursing in his cock and you’d be feeling great. Johnny, that was very inappropriate and unprofessional of me to say. However, it is, after all, in the spirit of helping you with your condition.”
“Tim, it’s fine. I’m just so desperate right now. I don’t know how I will make it through 8 months of cold weather and snow. What can I do?”
“Well, seeing that you are in such despair, there is something I can do for you today, right now that might hold you over for a few days, and when the despondent feeling returns, you’re always welcome to come back for more.”
“I’m not following you, Tim. What can you do for me today? What do you mean?”
“How shall I put this…given your dire circumstance and I can clearly see your suffering, if it would make you feel better, and your boyfriend is out of town, perhaps you can suck my cock? That might temporarily lift your spirits.”
“Whoa, Tim. That’s quite an offer. I mean, wouldn’t that be a breach of our client/provider relationship? I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble.”
“Johnny, I have no intention of telling anyone about this so unless you do, that is the only way there will be trouble. As your provider, I’m recommending an unorthodox treatment for your condition, and it seems to me, in my opinion, this is the only way to soothe your grief. I understand if you refuse the offer and won’t hold it against you.”
“Tim, I’m sorry, I really didn’t hear anything you just said. Since you put it out there, my mind is already thinking about what you’re packing in those dress pants. Let’s see what I’ll be working with.”
Tim stood up from his chair, undid his belt buckle, unzipped his fly and let his pants drop down to his ankles, revealing his light blue boxer briefs where Johnny could see a sizable stick bulging in the fabric.
“Johnny, shall I continue? Once I take my dick out, there is no going back.”
“Please Tim. I haven’t felt this good in days, and I haven’t even laid eyes on your manhood yet. Take it out for me, please!”
“Yes boy, here you go.”
Tim reached into the front fly of his boxers and fished out his turgid cock, standing proud and tall, seven plus inches of man meat in all its glory. The head almost purple, strong noticeable veins pulsing through its length.”
“Oh Tim, that’s a beautiful cock. Truly glorious. Pull your boxers down for me, I want to see it all.”
Tim pushed his boxers down to his ankles to reveal two hair covered balls that were tightening by the second. Clearly Tim hadn’t bothered to manscape, his pubes were wild, thick, and bushy.
Johnny was mesmerized and took to his knees and placed his nose right against Tim’s hairy sack and took a deep whiff.
“Tim, you smell so good. Thank you for this. I know I’m gonna feel great now.”
Johnny opened his mouth wide and engulfed Tim’s entire shaft like a sleeve down to the base. He then held onto each fur covered thigh to steady himself as he moved his head up and back in deep strokes, his saliva building and drooling down his chin. Johnny smiled in a state of bliss as he took that hard shaft and smacked his face with it, rubbing it all over his goatee, wanting to luxuriate in the cock before him.
Tim looked down watching his patient nurse himself back to a healthy mental state, happy with himself that he was helping to cure his patient. Tim knew once he shot his four-day nut into the young man’s gullet he’d be feeling on top of the world. Tim gripped the boy’s head and used the slickness as a pathway to pummel his skull taking himself to the brink of climax. With one last hard shove of his hips he held Johnny’s head down forcefully, feeding his patient his special elixir until he’d emptied his balls.
Johnny dislodged the spent cock from his face and sat back on his heels licking his lips.
“Go on, boy, squeeze out more. Every drop will work wonders for your mood. It’s good for you.”
He said it almost clinically as Johnny reached over and squeezed on Tim’s shaft encouraging any remaining sperm to reveal itself and he used his tongue to swipe it up multiple times before both were convinced there was no more to be had.
Tim pulled up his boxers and dress pants and secured him. They both sat in their respective chairs.
“So Johnny, did this treatment work? How are you feeling?”
“Tim, yes, I feel alive. I feel great. Thank you for this. Seriously, I know this wasn’t something you’d normally do with your patients, and I appreciate your willingness to do this for me. I promise, I’m not going to say a word to anyone.”
“Johnny, the pleasure was literally all mine. I’m so glad you feel better. Like I said, if you need to come back again if your mood shifts, just give me a ring and I’ll pencil you in.”
Johnny returned home after his appointment like a cloud had lifted from over his head. He was whistling and singing, his parents hadn’t seen him like this for quite some time.
“Johnny, what’s gotten into you? You’re a happy camper, aren’t you? It’s so good to see.”, said his mother.
“Yeah, I am happy, mother. I had a breakthrough with Tim today. He’s really helping me.”
“That’s wonderful news. Make sure you keep seeing him, if it helps to keep your mood elevated, I’m all for it!”
Johnny snickered, “oh, I will, I certainly will.”
