Date: Sun, 2 Apr 2017 06:47:43 -0700 From: Christopher X Subject: The Therapist Part 1 I decided to write a nifty story because I love gay scat but I wanted more stories that show positive images of gay men engaging with sex with other healthy men, so that I can enjoy masturbation with purely positive visualizations that don't haunt me as I go about my life. Please email me at dirtyscattales@gmail.com if you like this or want to talk. I am happy partnered in a non-kinky relationship. The Therapist Dr. Samesoni Tokolahi, who refuses to go by the Anglicized Dr. Sam, is at the top of his field as a sexual counselor specializing exclusively in the more complicated needs of certain Gay Men. To go into his journey from his youth in Tonga where he put all his emotions into Rugby and the journey from star player at the University of Sydney to coming out of the closet and becoming a sex therapist in Los Angeles is quite a story, but it is not his story today. Today the story begins when Greg McCullough walks into this office. Because Greg is in a fragile place- he has come out as the first out gay active player in Major League Baseball- that has already happened and is now supposedly living in domestic bliss with his A List boyfriend- a TV anchor. But Greg has just been belittled and left by his boyfriend, over his sexual desires- and that is where Dr. Tokolahi comes in- he specializes in helping gay men relate to their fetishes in a healthy way. Dr. Tokolahi is at the top of his field because of tireless work. And obsessive overwork has enabled him to have the following practice. Men do not come in to the office and share their fetish. Dr. Tokolani uses the latest in modern technology to discover it organically. So Greg, nervous and guarded, walks through an innocuous sleepy Beverly Hills office building that is clean but dated- on a lesser known side street, empty as an Edward Hopper painting on a Saturday, into a small but pleasant waiting room with the door to the office ajar. The therapist's office, pleasant and tasteful like the apartment in a Woody Allen movie, books fill the shelves, a mix of paper and hardbacks, some chairs and a Persian rug- decidedly NOT decorated, natural. In the center of the room, which is actually quite capacious- is a fainting couch with a few layers of white sheets layered over it and a dark wooden chest next to it. On the couch is an ipad with Dr. Tokolani's friendly face ready to watched on a video. There is a buckslip reading press play. Greg, a grapefruit of nervousness in his stomach does just that. Dr. Tokolani's strong deep but also very comfortably lithe and "gay" becomes playing as his strong white smile of beautiful teeth contrast against his more caf‚ than lait complexion. His bright eyes relax Greg right away. "Having dirty or strange fantasies feels very good, but also very embarrassing- although there is nothing to be embarrassed about- you are responding to primal male wiring and are simply honest enough within yourself to respond and feel that- so congratulations. When you arrive in this office, it's because thousands of handsome, successful men before you have had the same feelings- and the integrity to respond to them in a positive way. Congratulations. Now what I will do is explore with you, not in the room but via a speaker. This couch is for masturbating as we explore your sexuality. In the box is lubrication, wipes and various anal toys and vibrators." "I am not watching you, I am not listening to you, nor can I see you or hear you, I am two floors below. You will see a stretchable strap to put around the top of your arm, this will provide all the scientific data I need to determine your fantasies, so we can discuss in the second hour of the session when we meet." "You will notice a trash chute in the corner, when you are done place the sheets and clean up towels and the box of sex toys you use in there. No one will see them. What I mean by this is feel free to masturbate however you like. If you choose to quietly jerk your penis with your pants on go ahead, if you want to be nude and playing with your anus go ahead. If you want to urinate, defecate or smear your feces, go ahead. You will notice that you can be as dirty or clean as you like and it will clean up with no evidence of your activity level- this is your chance to be free. So now please strap the arm band on and I encourage you to remove your clothing but again do as you like- I do not know. After you have climaxed, I will come in when you press the call button on the wall." Greg strapped on the arm band, stripped to his underwear and the lights began to automatically dim and the door shut electronically. Dr. Tokolani's voice came through the Bose speaker tastefully built into the wall. "Hello Greg. Your arm band is reading and your pulse is quickening. What I will do is begin a series of scenarios and your pulse will show the one that is most arousing to you...." With that Dr. Tokolani went through phrases and buzz words that reveal a fetish, none seemed to exceptionally register- people come to him for $2500 sessions because their fetish will be clear on their pulse...until we got to words like 'shit' and 'poo poo.' Dr. Tokolani's tireless work ethic means that he does not simply have dirty stories to read to his clients, but to foster a feeling of comfort and lack of solititude- he has an account from a study of someone appealing who has the same fantasy for his Patient to hear. In this Case not only did Greg respond to scatological words, he was most aroused by the casual comfortable mention of them- not the extreme violent BSDM scenarios that would involve scat play. This was boys in a bright airy bathroom together finding themselves "brown curious" not a sex dungeon of punishment. "Greg, this a 24 year old gymnast and grad student describing his fantasies to me based on what you are responding to...I think you will like it" Greg is nude by this time, laying on the couch, actively touching his body all over- more aroused and galvanized than he ever thought possible. The grad student's peppy and preppy voice was conversational and friendly. He giggled as he spoke very self-effacingly. "I mean I don't want be like 'oh going poo poo like a naughty boy feels so good' but really it does. I mean I love the feeling of fullness and pressure all in my lower abdomen. I have a sex buddy I call...we watch each other and talk dirty, using boyish words to be fun and casual." "Mirrors are awesome, I get turned on when I have my eyeglasses on while I watch myself spread eagled. My anus, perenium , balls and penis totally visible." Sometimes I have my buddy shave me while I hold in my bowel movement. Then when I'm shaved and clean....well it's 'Poo Poo time' .... At this point, Greg's pulse had reached a maximum that could only be reached by someone in the shape of a professional athlete at the top of his form- thus the number did not surprise Dr. T who was used to it, so many clients like Greg, but each one thought they were alone.. He then saw the pulse shoot down to a very relaxed level. In a few minutes the button was pressed. Greg clearly masturbated in a more quick and tidy fashion than Judge Reinhold in Fast Times at Ridgemont High. He proabably didn't even touch his own buttocks, much less his anus- there was work to be done. Dr. Tokolani walked in the room to find Greg sitting there as if waiting for a job interview, trying to be relaxed yet nervous. The two of them, both 5'10" and 270 muscular pounds of large bulbous shoulder blades and rather balloon like glutes shook hands, Greg putting on the fake confidence Dr had seen so many times before and Dr. Tokolani knowing just the natural manner to start putting him at ease... To Be Continued