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Naked Therapy
Tom was freaking out. He didn't really know why. His boss told him that the whole department was going on a whitewater rafting trip in two months. Tom was seriously agitated about this, but not really sure why, exactly. He could tell that the fear was evident on his face. His boss made a joke about it being mild and safe.
"They have helmets and life preservers, and the staff are all certified lifeguards. It's just a fun day outside. Just wear comfortable clothes that you don't mind getting wet and a change of clothes for afterwards. Everything else is taken care of."
Tom was practically having a panic attack that night at home, thinking about it. He got himself under control enough, but it was gnawing at him. Finally, he decided that he had to talk to somebody. He felt stupid and silly seeing a shrink, but he just had to.
After finding a name and making an appointment, Tom parked in front of one of those big old houses that now functions as an office. A taller, older man answered the door, dressed nice but casual.
"Tom? Hi, you can just call me John." They entered, went to a sitting room with a few diplomas on the wall and started to talk about what brought Tom in today.
Tom said, "I'm just really anxious about this rafting trip. Could you prescribe something that would relax me? Only not too relaxed? I'd still have to participate and be awake enough."
The doctor just wanted to talk more. He could prescribe something, but he was more interested in Tom's thoughts and emotions. After about 25 minutes of chatting and Tom getting a little agitated, the therapist finally broke through to what was really bothering the young man.
Tom yelled, "...and I don't want to get changed in front of everybody, either!"
John said, "Tell me more about that. The idea of getting undressed together bothers you?" Tom begrudgingly talked about it. He wasn't used to the idea. He didn't go to a gym or a sports club. He never went to the beach. He didn't even like using a hotel pool.
The doctor asked, "What about when you were younger? How about for P.E.?" Tom explained that his school barely had classes like gym, art, or music after being cut back in time, that nobody showered after gym, and that a lot of guys just wore shorts under their jeans on the one day of the week that they had gym.
"Did you play sports when you were younger?"
Tom explained that he had played some sports when he was little but kind of avoided sports as he got older. He admitted that being comfortable in the locker room was a factor, and that showering was a bigger factor.
"You know, one time I even backed out of a sleepover because I was freaked out about maybe having to change together," Tom said, only then remembering it.
John asked, "Do you think this issue could be a problem?"
"Well, if my boss asked me to go play golf with him at his club, I'd probably be in the same position as I am now. Some other people have been invited to things like that before."
"Would you decline his offer?"
"No, I'd know that it was a big deal to be asked!"
"Tom, I think this issue is important for us to examine. Would you be willing to meet with me and talk about it?" Tom agreed, as long as the idea of medication was still a possibility, and they planned out some sessions.
At their first meeting, the doctor asked Tom to give his stress level a number between 1 and 10. "Right now, it's maybe a 3, just 'cause I don't know what we're going to do and I don't like talking about this stuff."
John asked, "Would you think back to the first time you felt this kind of stress. Go back in your memory."
"Okay, ...I was younger, and I was going to take this swimming class at the Y." John asked what his stress level is now as he tells this story, and Tom said 5. The doctor instructed him to breathe deeply and continue talking. "I asked my Dad if he was going to come in with me, and he said I was old enough to do it myself."
Tom told John about walking into the locker room and going around the lockers and benches, about an older boy in just a bathing suit walking past him, about seeing a shower room with men in bathing suits rinsing off, about looking at them but then trying not to stare.
"I go around a corner, and I see a kid my age, completely naked, and his Dad is helping him get dressed. I just stood there, and then I turned around and pretended that I was looking for my locker. I found an empty area and changed under a towel. Then a kid in purple briefs walked by. He said hi to me, but I felt weird with him in his underwear."
The doctor had him breathe slowly and open his eyes and then started his course of treatment. "Tom, could we just take our shoes off?" Tom was surprised but agreed. After all, that wasn't so weird. Some people ask you to take of your shoes when you come into their house.
He kicked off his shoes, and the doctor did the same, then quickly started making small talk, asking Tom about his work and his life and the weather. After a while, John got back to the main subject. "Tom, do you really want to be able to get undressed around other men?"
"Yeah, I do. That's why I'm here," Tom answered."Okay, so let's call that the goal of our sessions." Tom agreed. He asked if it was stupid, and John consoled him with the fact that he works with all kinds of issues that people carry around with them. They walked to the door, and Tom put his shoes on and left, wondering what would happen in the future.
At their next session, Tom was asked to take his shoes off at the door, and he and John walked in just socks to the carpeted office. Tom noticed how it felt and was surprised to think of it as being kind of undressed, a little. John sat at one side of a couch, wearing a tucked-in button-up shirt and khakis. Tom sat in a chair, dressed similarly. The office was comfortable. After some small talk, and some stress level numbers, the doctor asked a question.
"Tom, how would you feel if I told you that I was only wearing a jock-strap underneath this?"Tom hesitated. "...uh, okay."
"Would it bother you to know that?"
"...uh, no?" Tom replied. When asked to number his stress level, he said 4.
The doctor asked about Tom's work life and the people that would be going on this rafting trip with him, anything else new in his life. The conversation went from one topic to the next, but Tom found himself thinking about the doctor's body.
John was in good shape, broad in the chest and shoulders and with muscular legs. His pants and shirt fit close to his body.
As Tom looked at John, during their conversation, he found himself noticing more about his doctor's body. He started picturing the jock-strap beneath those snug pants, probably white, straps coming down from the waist and snapped under each thigh. Tom pictured John's bulge, pouched into the jock. He started thinking about the few times when he'd watched football and noticed the jock straps visible through the tight, white pants.
The doctor rolled up his sleeves, casually. Tom noticed, stared at the forearm hair and the muscle, noticed how the doctor's chest tensed at the movement, straining against the fabric. Tom thought about John's chest hair or if he was wearing an undershirt, and then he became aware of these thoughts.
John saw the change in Tom and asked for his stress level. Tom stammered and said 7. The conversation had been very benign. John asked, "Were you thinking about what I said before?"
" ..uh, yeah, it just popped into my head again," Tom answered.
"Well, that's okay, Tom. Let's examine that. You just breathe and try to relax. I told you that I was wearing a jock-strap, and it agitated you, even though you can't see it and couldn't know if I never told you."
Tom nodded and breathed. The doctor continued.
"Now, keep in mind that everybody is naked under their clothes, everybody you meet and see and talk to. And I'm not going to get undressed here now and neither are you." The doctor asked for a stress level number. Tom said 5. The conversation went to how Tom feels when he's alone and getting dressed or undressed. Tom said he felt okay at those times, alone. As Tom started to relax, the doctor shifted topics.
"Tom, the couch beneath me feels different with my bare butt out, and these straps feel nice between my legs. The front feels just like my underwear, but I feel naked in the back. I can feel the fabric of my pants without any underwear between them and my skin. Tom? What's your stress level now. Give me an honest number, now, without thinking about it." Tom said 8.
The doctor walked Tom through more breathing, focusing on his goal. Tom was still picturing the doctor's ass, but found himself controlling his emotions. He was confused about the conversation. The doctor explained that Tom know has some skills to use in stressful situations.
John continued, "Tom, we're going to keep talking like this when we meet, and I'm going to help you control your stress. Do you want that?" Tom said yes, and they talked about how he'll have more power to control what's going on inside.
At their next meeting, Tom sat down, but the doctor didn't. Instead, he stood behind his patient. "Tom, I want you to just sit there and relax. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath, in and slowly out. Now, I want you to imagine that I'm taking off my clothes behind you. You can't see me, and you're not getting undressed. I'm taking off my shirt, and now it's off. Breathe in and out slowly, and let yourself relax. You're in control of your breathing, and you're letting yourself stay calm."
John asks for a stress level. Tom responds, while breathing out slowly, that his stress level is a 9.
"That's okay, Tom. Keep breathing. You're in control, and I'm just going to take off my belt, and now I'm unzipping my pants, and now I'm going to pull down my underwear. And now I'm naked. I'm just standing here behind you, but I don't have any clothes on. And I want you to take your time, relax, breathe, and slowly get yourself to a lower stress level. However long it takes, that's fine."
After breathing and getting control of himself, noticing how much he was picturing John nude behind him, and calming himself, Tom was instructed to open his eyes. He had heard the doctor walking, and he expected to see him standing naked. When he opened his eyes, the doctor was sitting, fully dressed.
Tom relaxed, and let out a big sigh.
John asked, "Do you think that your discomfort in these situations might be in any way sexual?"Tom didn't know what to say. "uh. no?"
"Have you ever had sexual feelings about other men?"
"uh. ....no?"
Tom realized that he was aroused, pretty visibly because of his pants and how he was sitting. John didn't point it out. Neither did Tom, who breathed out heavily and focused on not adjusting himself. The rest of the session was basically small talk and follow-up about the relaxation methods. Tom brought up the possibility of tranquilizers again.
At their next session, Tom arrived and rang the doorbell, but there was no answer. He waited. He wondered if it had been rescheduled and he forgot.
John answered the door, "Sorry, I was downstairs. Come on in." Tom walked in, kicked off his shoes, and noticed that it was really hot inside. This was a pretty humid day, but Tom had always felt a wall of cool air in the house.
"The AC is busted," John said, apologizing and offering his patient some ice water. Tom noticed how John's button-up shirt was open an extra button, noticed the chest hair he had wondered about, noticed sweat stains under each armpit, and noticed himself starting to sweat. He wondered if it was just the heat or if it was his normal stress spike at coming to these sessions.
They sat, as normal, but the room was sweltering. It was as if the heat were on full blast. John turned on a ceiling fan, apologizing again. They talked as normal. The dreaded company rafting trip was getting closer, and Tom shared that he was more stressed because of that.
Tom had come right from work. "Take off that tie! You must be dying!" John implored. Tom slowly undid his tie, and John just watched. Tom undid the neck button, and the doctor asked if that was better. Tom nodded, and wiped some sweat from his forehead.
They talked about stress. The doctor shared more relaxation techniques. They both tried to ignore the heat.
"How about if we take off our shirts!?" the doctor finally asked. Tom hesitantly agreed, and unbuttoned his shirt, noticing the sweat sliding under his arms.
Tom watched the doctor untuck his shirt and undo the buttons and pull it backwards off his sturdy arms. John looked great in just a tank-top-style undershirt, and sighed in relief from the heat. Tom noticed a patch of sweat at the doctor's neck and instead focused on removing his own shirt.
The two men wore identical white ribbed undershirts, but Tom's posture was slumped and shy. He seemed to be covering himself with his arms. John reached a hand under his own undershirt from below, feeling the coating of sweat.
"Should we do these too?" he asked. Tom hesitantly agreed and slowly peeled his undershirt up over his head, while the doctor did the same. They both felt cooler. John was visibly relaxed and smiling. Tom, when asked, said his stress level was a 9. Then he apologized.
John guided his patient through some deep breathing, eyes closed, and Tom relaxed and leaned back. He felt his chest open up and the air on his bare skin. He opened his eyes, and they continued their conversation.
Tom felt like the therapist was staring at his bare torso. John kept wiping sweat from his skin. Tom's eyes went to the doctor's bare stomach, above his dress pants and belt. He let himself look, while they talked. He leaned his head back against the soft chair.
"Tom, I wanted to do an exercise with you where you tell me that story about the locker room at the Y again, only this time you can decide what happens instead of just remembering it."
Tom agreed, "Okay, so I'm going to go to this swim class, and uh, I ask my Dad if he's going to come in with me."
"What does he say this time?"
Tom thinks. "Uh... so he says okay? and then he takes me in to get changed?"
"Okay, good. Tell me what you see and what happens."
"..okay, uh, so we walk in, and I see a kid in his bathing suit, and, but my Dad keeps me going to the lockers to get changed. And I get to the lockers, and I see this kid who's my age and he's completely naked and standing there, and his dad is helping him. So my Dad, uh, opens a locker and tells me to get changed?"
John tells him, "This is good. Keep going."
"Okay, so then I take off my shirt, and I undo my pants and take them off, and then I'm just in my underwear. And I guess that other kid is getting dressed then. And his Dad's there and waiting. And my waiting for me. So I take off my underwear and grab my bathing suit and pull it on."
"Does anybody say anything?"
"Uh.... no, I guess everybody's just there. And then my Dad would say like Let's go."
"Okay, good. What's your stress level?"
"Um... 5?"
"Okay, good. Then what happens?"
"Um, so then I bump into that kid in the purple underwear."
"And what happens then?"
"um... I guess? so I'm just standing there and then my Dad tells me to introduce myself. So I say hi and tell him my name and he tells me his. And he's just in his underwear. And then, maybe he's getting changed too for the pool."
"Do you wait for him to get changed?"
"Uh, yeah... I guess we're standing there and he, uh, takes off his underwear. And then he's just naked and still talking like he was before. And then he's putting on a bathing suit."
"Is your Dad going in the pool too?"
"Oh, uh... yeah, I guess he would be. So, uh... so he's taking off his clothes then too. And then he's just in his underwear too. And then he takes them off. And then he's putting on a bathing suit. And, uh, and then we go to the pool. And I'm going to take this swimming class."
"What's your stress level?"
"What? oh, uh... 3?"
"Okay, that's good." The doctor notices that same bulge in Tom's pants again.
They wrap up that session. Tom puts his shirt back on, but John doesn't bother with his. Tom sneaks one last glance at his therapist's chest as he leaves.
At their next session, the house is cool again, and Tom takes off his shoes before walking back to the office. They make the same casual conversation as they usually begin. And then John undoes his pants, while sitting there, still talking. Tom watches.
The doctor slides his pants and underwear down in the back, just barely, just so his butt is out. And he doesn't say anything about it.
Tom is a little weirded out. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, I just have my butt out. You should do it too?"
"Why?"
"No reason. I can't see yours and you can't see mine. Just go for it. Think of it as a dare."
Tom remembers younger days and being scared to be dared to do anything. He takes a deep breath, looks down, undoes his pants button, unzips a little, reaches his thumbs in each side, and slides down his pants a little. He feels the couch on his bare skin. He thinks about the doctor's butt on the bare fabric. He looks at John and sees that, because of how the furniture is arranged, indeed they can't see anything of each other, barely the hint that their pants are down in the back, a bit of underwear visible.
John continues their conversation. Tom's just sitting there with his ass out.
"This is stupid," he says. "Why?" John asks."It just is," Tom laughs."But it's not a big deal, right?" Tom shrugs and eventually agrees. And they just continue their conversation. They have the whole session like that, Tom furrowing his eyebrows every once in a while.
"Tom, do you think that guys stare at each other when they get changed in locker rooms?"
"Uh, I don't know?"
"Guys might talk a little, just like we're doing now, but usually they'll just quickly get in and out of their clothes."Tom just sat there and nodded.
"Would you bring a change of clothes to our next session?"Tom thought. "Okay."
They finished their session. They scooted their pants back up, and they got up. Tom noticed that John seemed to have a bulge in his pants. John noticed the same about Tom. They both realized that they were aroused and showing it, but neither said anything.
At their next session, Tom carried a gym bag with a change of clothes in it. John saw it and was pleased that his patient was willing.
The doctor asked Tom what his stress level was. Breathing a little and relaxing his shoulders, Tom replied with a 4.
"I guess you know that I want you to change clothes here, right?" John asked. Tom shook his head. Then he was surprised to hear the doctor say that he was going to leave the room and let him change.
Tom stood alone in his doctor's office. He took a breath. He took off his shirt. He undid his pants and slid them off. He looked around and then slid off his underwear. He stood naked in John's office, in John's house, for a few seconds before quickly snapping his underwear on and pulling on the shorts and T-shirt he brought.
John walked right in at that moment. Tom wondered if he had been watched.
"Okay, do you know what we're going to do next?" John asked."uh.... get changed together?" Tom said.
"That's what I want us to do next. What's your stress level?"
"uh... 10? No, um, I guess like a 7?" Tom answered, breathing slowly.
John stood near but not too close to Tom, and he faced the other direction. He started unbuttoning his shirt. Tom turned to face away from John and pulled his T-shirt off. Then he slide his shorts down, glancing to the side to see that the doctor was not looking. Tom breathed slowly, tried to relax his body, hooked his thumbs into his underwear and slid them down.
The two men were now naked, butts about two feet away from touching each other. Both men slid briefs up their legs and snapped the waistbands on, still not looking at each other. Tom was focused on being comfortable and just getting the job done. He pulled his pants up and grabbed his shirt. He buttoned it up and tucked it in, still breathing and keeping his body from tensing up.
He was dressed. He had gotten changed with another man. He thought about his stress level and put it at 0, maybe 1. He turned around and saw his doctor, dressed in gym clothes. He looked like he was about to take a jog.
"How do you feel?" John asked. "I feel like I'm cured!" Tom shouted. "Thank you!"
Tom felt a huge relief, like a burden and a worry he carried for years was suddenly lifted. He felt like he had just dared to jump off a cliff. He felt relaxed and energized.
"Well, that's great," John said. "I'm so proud of you and happy to help you face this." John was taking off his shirt. He was going to change back into the clothes he was wearing, which were draped across his desk.
Tom stood there and watched. The two men didn't say anything.
John took his swishy soccer shorts and slid them down his muscular legs. When he stood up, he was wearing only a pair of tight briefs. They were purple briefs. John looked at Tom. Tom was staring.
"Tom, do you like these?" Tom nodded, staring. John looked at Tom's tight khakis and saw an unmistakable bulge. Tom absentmindedly tugged at it, pushed it down. He realized what he was doing and looked at the man in front of him.
The doctor said, "Tom, I want you to talk to me, just like we've been doing. Our sessions are done, and now you can do whatever you want. Take a deep breath, and keep telling me what you want."
"uh... I want to ...look at you."
"Do you want me to take these off?"
"Yes."
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you to take those off." John nods and slowly slides the purple briefs down his legs and steps out of them. His balls are manly, and his dick is starting to stiffen and pulse. His stomach is tight, and his pecs flex.
"I want to touch your chest hair." John nods and steps closer. He reaches his hand high to feel the manly patch of hair, and trails his finger south.
"I want to ...uh, I want you to take my shirt off." John nods and starts unbuttoning, slowly, opening up the front, and sliding the crisp dress shirt down Tom's arms.
"I want to. I want to touch your ass." John nods and turns, his muscular bubble butt flexes as his cock now points out and up. Tom rubs and caresses. He feels a wet spot at the tip of his dick, now starting to stain through.
"I want to take everything off." John nods and steps back. He watches as Tom drops his clothes and reveals a stiff hardon, slippery with precum. His balls are tensed tight to him. This load has been waiting for a long while.
"I want to feel your body." John steps closer, and Tom envelopes him in his arms. Their dicks kiss. John's chest hair tickles Tom's bare body. Their chins glide against each other's necks and shoulders, barely stubbly.
"I want to fuck you." John looks Tom in the eyes. The doctor nods.
They get on the couch, the same one Tom sat in as John's patient. Tom closes his eyes. He can't help but picture himself back in the locker rooms again. He feels powerful and strong and sexual. His hands caress John's bare flesh.
Tom grabs the purple underwear from the floor and smells John in them. He licks at John's body. He kneads the flesh. They press against each other. They're dripping.
John feels Tom enter him and pushes back. Their bodies are wrapped. Tom is overwhelmed.
They buck back and forth. Tom's fingers roam everywhere, feeling the taut muscles and smooth skin and rough hair and sweat, and they're pushing and pulsing. Tom gives himself full for the first time. All of his will and power push through.
His cock slides back and forth until finally his balls tense and his butt squeezes, and John accepts him. John's hands are pulling furiously on his own cock, and Tom's eyes go from staring at the amazing man in front of him to closed and creating a fantasy come true.
No stress and no shame and only bare bodies together and hard and coming and shooting themselves all over each other until finally screaming and collapsing.
"Oh man!" Tom shouted. The doctor nodded, and breathed out.