"Picture them naked." That was the advice from his boss and from his therapist and from Google.
Ryan works from home, rarely goes out, never dates or hangs with friends, is 30 pounds overweight, and has no libido anymore. Today, he has actually has to leave his apartment. He has to deal with other drivers and people on the sidewalk. And, worst of all, he has to get up in front of a panel of his coworkers and give a presentation.
He's trying out that advice, picturing the people he passes without clothes. He imagines that he has X-ray vision and can make somebody's clothes see-through.
His neighbor in the elevator, dressed for a jog; his shirt and shorts are already pretty revealing and tight, but they become clear. Ryan can picture the chest and nipples and stomach and bellybutton and pubes and dick and balls beneath. He smirks.
His mailman's uniform fades away. Ryan can picture the naked body underneath, but leaves the high socks and hat. Everybody else on the sidewalk doesn't give a second glance, but through Ryan's eyes the smiling mailman has something to smile about, strutting down the street. Ryan looks back at the firm butt.
All the other drivers on the road are under Ryan's power, unable to keep their clothes from revealing what's hidden below, and Ryan is feeling more confident before his big speech, and then he does a double-take to his left at a young, blonde bro with big shoulders. He really is naked; no, he's just driving without a shirt. It is pretty hot out. What a coincidence that as Ryan is picturing everybody naked that he'd really drive past somebody who looks naked through the car window and wow that was really confusing for a second.
WHAM! Everything goes black. A loud ring that fades to silence. Like underwater. Throbbing, muffled, echoing, pain on one side, ear hurt, and then the ringing fades up louder and beeps, beep, beep.
Ryan feels himself on his back and hears the noises around him and knows he's in a hospital. He hears voices asking him questions, patting his arm. In a haze, he answers a few questions from the doctor. He proves he knows who he is and what year it is.
Then, slowly, as they're talking, Ryan's eyes focus, and a fog lifts, and standing in front of him is a handsome mid-40s well-built naked man with a stethoscope around his neck.
Ryan looks at the doctor, then around the room, down at the doctor's chest, down lower at the pretty impressive naked body. Hesitant and confused, they talk more about how he feels and what happened and what's going to happen, but the doctor can tell that something is going on, something else. Ryan is staring at the doctor's smooth muscles, flexed thighs, waggling cock, and low balls.
For the first time in a long time, Ryan feels a sensation below the belt and a fullness in his crotch. He's plumping up, and it's seriously been like a year since he started having trouble getting it hard. He gave up porn; who does that?
With a long-forgotten grin and a slight chuckle, he asks "Why are you naked?"
His doctor looks confused.... "naked?" They stumble over the issue, each saying what he's seeing. The doctor insists that he's wearing clothes and a white coat. Ryan says that he can see the stethoscope.
The doctor leaves for a minute, walks back in, and leans his (to Ryan) naked frame over the patient and shines a little flashlight, holds up a finger and moves it back and forth. They talk about how he had been imagining the people he saw naked before the accident. They talk about a history of hallucinations or hallucinogenics.
The doctor holds up a pen, which Ryan can see, but when he drops it into his invisible coat pocket, it seems to disappear. Another doctor walks by, and Ryan notices that he was naked too. They look up at the TV, and nobody's naked on any channel. Ryan watches as the doctor touches his naked thigh and creates a phone from thin air.
With the camera recording a video, Ryan sees a fully clothed doctor on the screen, even as the live version stands before him buck naked. An orderly comes into the room with a wheelchair, as per the doctor's request. Ryan looks down at the screen and sees the thin man in white scrubs, but as Ryan looks up at him in person, he sees dark chest hair and hairy legs and a foreskin.
The doctor understands what Ryan is somehow seeing, confirms it, and tells his patient to relax. As they roll down the hallway to go get a brain scan, they pass an older man and his young helper on a ladder to change a light bulb. They're both naked, and Ryan stares and smirks, just shy of a giggle.
Ryan endures test after test, scan after scan, interview after interview. No damage, no dangers, just ...seeing everybody naked. He chats with two more doctors. The first is an older specialist in brain trauma, who Ryan sees with fluffy gray hair and a smaller dick below a little belly. The second is well over 6 feet tall, watches Ryan stare and tells him that whatever he's seeing is a hallucination.
After a long, weird day, Ryan's doctor says that a police officer would like to talk to him about the accident. Ryan watches the cop walk in, buff and bare and wearing only some high motorcycle boots and a shiny badge on his chest.
"Sir, can I confirm..." the cop begins, launching into questions, very formal and filled with jargon. He makes a notepad and pen appear like a magician and jots down details. He stands with his legs spread wide, like he's still astride a motorcycle, and then shifts his weight to one side, almost posing.
Ryan is just grinning, confusing the cop. Ryan keeps staring down at the man's smooth muscles. The cop observes and thinks to himself that the uniform is really getting to this guy, unaware that Ryan can't see it at all.
Slowly, surprisingly, Ryan's gown tents up, straight up. The cop's suspicions are confirmed, and it's not the first time that he's had somebody interested in him. When he senses that, he loves it. It's a perk of the job, the glances to check out his firm butt. The cop is used to sneaking a glance from under his reflective sunglasses at somebody sneaking a glance at him.
Ryan can see and feel that he's obviously got a rod, but he just lets it be, he chooses not to try to conceal it, and he just keeps answering questions. He watches the cop's cock get longer and thicker and slowly stand straight out. He figures he's just hallucinating, but maybe he's not. Maybe he somehow really has X-ray vision, like those phony glasses you'd send away for from the back of a comic book.
Anyone walking by would see nothing so out of the ordinary, but Ryan can see it all. He has magic powers. He's regained his boner, and now he can fuel it with every man he sees.
Finally, the cop says that he has everything he needs and reaches out a hand, careful not to point it too close to the mountain between them. Ryan firmly shakes hands, smirking with his secret, and watches the cop's metronome walk out the door.
The experts decide that there's nothing to be done about Ryan's condition; the patient is in fine health but with one unique symptom. Ryan's doctor decides he's going to study this phenomenon at length, maybe write a paper about it. Ryan goes back to his life.
The quick cab ride is just a blur of skin and watching out the window, and then he's home. Ryan hears the mailman on the porch and doesn't wait to get it later. "Beautiful day today, isn't it?" says the mailman. Ryan sees his shirtless top half through the screen door and gets curious enough to open it and step out. The man is naked and hairy and carrying not just a heavy sack of letters but also a heavy sac.
Suddenly, Ryan is very easygoing and outgoing. Seeing people naked really does help you relax. Ryan had never talked to his mailman before, but here they were having a nice friendly chat about the weather.
The conversation convinced him to take advantage of the beautiful day, and Ryan takes a nice long walk around, glancing in store windows and enjoying the view. Everybody on the street, everybody in the park, everyone naked.
Wouldn't you start walking everywhere, all the time? After all, you can't see much if everybody else is in a car. Ryan started walking every day, long walks. Before long, he noticed that he was shedding some pounds. The one person he didn't see naked was himself; he actually had to get naked and look in the mirror. He never used to do that, but now he looked pretty good.
He lived close enough to the stadium that he could take a long walk to go see a baseball game. The rest of the spectators were great to look at, but the players were the best, especially if they were wearing those high socks. Cleats, high socks, and nothing else but a batting helmet; that's a great look if you have a ballplayer's body.
He decided to balance out athletics with culture and walked to a museum. A college art class had arranged a tour, and he followed along. A muscled young guy stood next to a muscled old statue, and they both looked like they were chiseled to perfection.
Ryan grew to hate being stuck at home on his computer and spent most of his time out and about, doing new things, walking, getting exercise and fresh air, experiencing the world and the people around him, now that he wasn't so intimidated by them. On one walk, he stopped at a crosswalk next to a road crew.
Five or six good-looking guys wearing only boots, orange vests, and hard hats--safety first--caught his attention and made him smile. Again and again, his relaxed smile was starting conversations with friendly strangers. He got a "good morning" from one of them and chatted briefly.
He thought to himself that a job like that is what he'd like. He'd be outside in the fresh air, getting exercise, doing something, being around people. He found himself asking about it, then talking to the supervisor, and then soon enough getting a job. He never could've seen himself as one of these guys, but after seeing them in the altogether, why not?
Fit and friendly, Ryan was like a new man as he held the "SLOW" sign and watched each naked man drive by on his long, cramped commute. His doctor almost didn't recognize him when came back.
"How are you feeling, Ryan? You look well," said the doctor. "I feel great. Everything is different and better. It's weird, but this has been the best thing to ever happen to me."
They talk for a while, and Ryan is so much more comfortable and confident. He had always been a little shy around doctors before. The doctor asks about headaches, blurred vision, trouble sleeping, sleeping too much. Everything is fine.
"Why don't you open that shirt?" the doctor says, and he listens to Ryan's heart. With a hand on his bare chest and the doctor's handsome face so close, Ryan's heart beats a little faster.
Convinced that his patient is healthy, the focus shifts to the bizarre hallucinations. The doctor asks in greater detail about what he sees.
"No, everybody looks different," Ryan explains. "Sometimes in shape and sometimes not, sometimes tanlines and sometimes not, all kinds of shapes and sizes."
The doctor asks, "How accurate are these hallucinations? How do they compare to the real thing?"
Ryan explains that he doesn't really know. He hasn't been in a situation where he could find out, like at the beach or if one of the guys he works with would take off his shirt.
"So you're seeing me right now. What do you see?" asks the doctor. Ryan says he's seeing the doctor with a hairy chest. Then he watches as the doctor mimes like he's unbuttoning a shirt, and as he motions like he's opening it up, the hair is gone.
They talk about how what he sees is now different, now the real thing. He stares at the doctor's smooth torso and then looks down. He says that it looks kind of funny with his hairy legs.
Again the doctor mimes (from Ryan's perspective) kicking off shoes and unbuttoning pants. Then, quickly, Ryan hears the sound of slacks and belt and keys in the pocket falling to the floor, and the doctor's hairy legs are suddenly smooth, showing even more of the muscles.
Ryan realizes that this is for real now. He's really standing next to his hot doctor. He had already seen him naked in his own mind, but now he's really almost naked. This wasn't just some weird thing in his brain, imagining it.
"Well, now I'm really curious," Ryan says. He'd never take any initiative like that before. "I guess you're picturing me with something pretty good, huh?" the doctor answers.
"It's pretty good," Ryan says, looking down at a normal-looking knob, soft and maybe four inches, nothing that'd make you do a double-take at the Y. "I wonder if the real thing is any better.""Well..." the doctor says, and he mimes a waistband, grinning, filled with professional curiosity and a bit of pride.
Ryan watches the already naked doctor slide nothing down his legs, and when he stands back up, he sees what he didn't see before. In reality, the doctor has a very long, very thick, sort of stiffening dick.
In reality, the doctor is fully aware of how impressive it is and figured that Ryan probably wasn't hallucinating the full package. The doctor is used to stares and knows what's up with his patient.
"Picturing you naked is very different from actually seeing you naked," says Ryan. The doctor responds, "You know, I think that seeing everybody naked was your fantasy, and you're lucky enough that it came true."
"Yeah, I guess so..." said Ryan, still taking in the real deal after getting used to his incomplete imagination."You know what my fantasy is?" asked the doctor. "My fantasy is for me to be naked while I examine a patient. And I think you should probably get a full check-up today."
Ryan grins and nods. The doctor snaps on a pair of gloves and is already fully hard. He leans close to his patient and examines Ryan's eyes and ears and mouth. He asks his patient to remove his shirt fully and places his hand on his back, glancing down at the small of Ryan's back and downward.
Ryan is instructed to remove his pants, and the nude doctor examines Ryan's thighs, higher and close to Ryan's gray boxer briefs with an obvious stiffie and a spot of precum. The doctor has Ryan lay back with his arms up, and the doctor's fingers examine all along the patient's neck and shoulders and armpits and sides.
Striding around the exam room with nothing on, as he's done before but never with a patient, the doctor says, "Let's have you take those off and stand for me."
Ryan shucks his undies and stands before his doctor proudly, each man with a handle out. The doctor's hand reaches toward it and then goes under. Ryan turns his head and coughs, bobbing up with each. The doctor is drooling, oozing out a bead from his tip. Ryan watches him smear it around the head, as the doctor watches Ryan watch.
The doctor feels his patient's balls, rolling them around and gently squeezing. Then he feels the shaft, examines the rod, palpates the head, and looks closely as some precum is pushed out.
"We're going to need a sperm sample today, son," says the doctor. Ryan nods, noticing a naked window-washer on a building across the way.
The doctor starts obtaining the sample, slowly and medically pumping on Ryan's cock. Ryan brazenly reaches out and grasps the doctor's.
They don't touch, but they're just inches away. They don't kiss, but each man licks his lips and clenches his buttocks. They slide their hands along the skin, feeling the firmness beneath. Ryan loves the feeling of the gloves. The doctor is so turned on by being naked with a patient, except for the stethoscope draped around his neck.
Ryan feels like a real man, hard and strong, matching this masculine ideal. Their hands stroke, and each man wonders if they should do more. Ryan wants to feel those gloves on his butt and all around his back. The doctor wants to sit on the padded exam table while his patient explores his body. Their bodies press closer to each other.
The sample is obtained, fully, but just gets rubbed all over their naked bodies.
Ryan didn't have to imagine his doctor naked after that.
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