Psyched Out

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This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between consenting adults, homosexuality or therein is offensive to you, DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond this point you are accepting homosexuality and adult oriented material willing.

What follows is a series called Psyched Out. It is celebrity and other fantasies in a confession type setting. These stories are not to imply that the persons involved are gay. They are homosexual fantasies about people who may or may not be gay. Consider them a wish.

Psyched Out One: Jimmy Buffett By R.A. Swain

Hi Doc, I know I'm a bit late, but I got lost in this building. You wanna get started right away?

"Who are you?"

I'm your 3 pm appointment, Bob. I know it's after 3, but I really feel like I need to be seeing a shrink.

"I'm not--"

Oh, sorry. I know how you guys feel about that term. I didn't mean anything by it, after all, you're here to help me discover what's wrong with me. Where do you want to start?

"I really think you've made a mistake. I'm ---"

Look, Doc, I said I was sorry about being late. I'll pay for the full hour, can we just get started. I know, I need to learn patiences. It's one of my faults, lack of, that is, you know what I mean. Anyway, where would you like to start? How about my sexual fantasies?

"Well, I guess, if that's what you want to talk about. I'll listen."

Gee Doc, you do sarcasm. I didn't know I would get a funny doctor. By the way, your office wasn't easy to find. Anyway, how would you like to hear about my sexual fantasies about celebrities. I have a lot of them. I know, I'll tell you about my Jimmy Buffett fantasy.

"Who?"

You know, Jimmy Buffett. Parrot heads? Margaritaville? Why Don't We Get Drunk And Screw?

"I beg your pardon?"

Those are song titles, and what they call his fans, Parrotheads. God, you don't get out of here much, do you?

"It's a curse of the job."

Yeah. Good one. Anyway. I know some people might not see it, but Jimmy Buffett is a really sexy guy. If you see you Fruit Cakes CD, the back cover, he's wearing a baseball cap, this really sexy denim shirt, and khaki slacks, no shoes, and well, just that picture alone gives me a boner. Sorry, I didn't mean to be so graphic.

"Oh no. Graphic is good. Actually, the more graphic the better."

Really, like I can tell you the whole fantasy? Shouldn't you be taking notes or something?

"You're right. let me just grab this pad here, and you can shoot, er, start. Okay, go ahead."

Well, you see, in this fantasy, I'm driving in the Florida Keys, and I run out of gas. So, despite my fear of snakes and allagators, I get out and start walking. It's a really hot day and after a while I open my shirt, and then take it off. As I'm walking I come across this gated driveway, only the gate is open. I walk up this long driveway to a mansion. Well, not exactly a mansion by Hollywood standards, but a huge house. I ring the bell, but, like, no one answers.

Okay, so I'm standing outside and decide to walk around the back of the house. As I get around the house I see this guy lying in a hammock. 'Excuse me,' I say.

The guy pushes his hat off his eyes and looks across the yard at me. 'Can I help you?'

'Yeah. My car ran out of gas about a mile back. Could I get a lift into town, or call a cab or something?'

He stands up and walks arcoss the yard, wearing only his hat, khaki shorts, and sneakers. When he gets up close to me I realize he looks real familiar, but I don't think anything of it, cause I'm self-centered, that's something we're gonna have to work on in the future, anyway, I do notice his curley blond hair sticking out from under the hat, and all across his chest and legs.

'Looks like you've been walkin' for a while. Why don't you come inside. I've got some aloe you can put on that burn.'

For the first time I notice how red I am. The Florida sun is a killer. I follow him into the house, watching his ass as he walks ahead of me. His shorts are loose, but not that loose. 'Cool place,' I say inside. It is too. I start looking around at the bar and pictures on the wall.

'Can I fix you a drink?' he asks.

I nod. 'Sure, whatever you're havin' is fine with me.'

'Here's the aloe,' he says, tossing me a bottle from behind the bar. 'Wait'll I mix the drinks and then I put it on your back.' He starts messin' around the bar, pouring stuff in the blender.

I go back to looking at his bookshelves, and then at the two big records hanging on the wall. I start to read them and then I realize who it is I'm gettin' a boner over behind that bar. It's fuckin' Jimmy Buffett. I turn around just as he comes up behind me.

'I see you found my gold records.' He hands me a drink, and takes the aloe from my hand. He sprays some aloe from the bottle on his hand. 'Turn around. Your back's really burned.'

I sip the drink as he places his aloe covered hand on my back. It feels cold against my skin, but in a really nice way. 'I can't believe I'm here with Jimmy Buffett, and he's puttin' aloe on my back,' I say.

'Believe it.'

'You're great. I mean, I love your music. Woman Goin' Crazy On Caroline Street, is one of my favorite songs. That and my all time favorite, Why Don't We Get Drunk And Screw?'

His hands are both massaging the aloe into my back, having worked all the way to the base of my spine. 'Thanks. I'm glad you like my music. Turn around, let me do your chest.'

I turn around, and my boner is real noticable in my shorts, but he doesn't say anything about it. He just starts rubbing more aloe on my chest. 'You've got great hands.'

'Thanks,' he says. 'You've got a good body.'

I blush, although, through the sunburn you can't really tell. 'You're body's pretty hot itself. You know, your chest is burned too.' I set down my drink on the coffee table. 'give me some of that. The least I can do is return this favor.' I take the aloe and pour some in my hand and start to massage it into his chest. Feeling his chest is really truning me on. I run my aloe covered hands over his hairy chest and across his soft stomach. I start running my hands over his sides, shoulders, and then reach around him to his back.

'You want me to turn around so you can reach my back?' He asks.

'Not unless you want to,' I answer. We're almost in an embrace. I can feel his chest getting closer to mine. In a second he leans into me and kisses me. I can't believe how hot of a kisser he is. His lips are burning against mine, and I'm sporting a full out hard on, pressed against his own boner.

Now I know he's older than me, but I don't care. I start kissing my way down his neck, to his chest. My tongue working across to his aloe coated nipples. I gently bite one while pinching the other.

He shivers and reaches down, running his hands down the front of my chest to the top of my shorts. He opens them and they fall to the floor. I'm wearing boxers, silk, and he reaches into them from the top, gripping my hard cock.

It feels so good when he squeezes it. I pull back from his grasp and kiss my way through the hair on his chest to the top of his shorts. They're tented out in the front now. I gently undo them, and discover he's going commando. His beautiful 8" cock springs straight up in my face. I don't give him a second to react. I grab his cock and put my mouth right over it. I start sucking. First, I lick my way down the shaft, to his hairy balls. Then, after trying to suck each ball into my mouth, I work my way back up to the tip. It's one of the hottest cocks I've ever felt. He is so sexy, the way he gyrates while thrusting into my mouth.

I pull him closer to me, running my hands across his ass, and into the crack. I start exploring the crack of his ass with my index finger while burying my nose in his pubic hair. He reaches down and slows me, placing his hand on my head.

'Let's 69,' he says. Then getting down on the floor he leans forward and takes my 7" boner into his waiting mouth. I go right back to manipulating his cock with my tongue. All the time my mind is thinking, you're blowing Jimmy Buffett, and it feels great.

He's now giving me head, and I'm getting real close. I stop and warn him. He starts licking my balls and jerking me off. I continue to suck his cock. I fell him getting closer, feeling his balls start to pull up, and I pull off. Just at that moment, I shoot my load all over his chest and stomach. Then his cock starts spewing cum all over my chest and stomach.

We both pause. He looks down at me, smiles, and playfully starts rubbing his cum into my chest and stomach. 'This is better than aloe avy day,' he says.

I laugh and do the same to him.

Well Doc, whaddya think? Am I a whacko? What's your analysis of my fantasy? Doc? Are you horny listening to my fantasy?

"No! That would be totally unprofessional."

Then why do you have your note pad on your lap?

"I think our time is up."

Okay. Same time next week?

"Yes."

Cool.

Psyched Out Two: Mark Goddard by R.A. Swain

Hi Doc, I know, I'm late again, but I can't help it. I didn't notice the last time that you shared your office with an architect. Just noticed his name on the door.

"Um, er, yeah. Needed the extra income."

So what do you want to talk about today? My problems with my family, or perhaps another one of my sexual fantasies.

"Whatever you feel comfortable with."

Okay, sexual fantasies it is. You know, you can tell a lot about a guy from his sexual fantasies. I've got this one about Mark Goddard, he's the guy who was on the original Lost in Space. He played Major Don West. Remember that show?

"Vaguely."

You ain't that young, Although, you don't look much older than me. Anyway, I actually met him a few years ago at a sifi convention in a hotel I was staying at. He still looked as hot as he did back in the 60's. In my fantasy we both get on the elevator, just the two of us. I look over at him and nod. He nods back. I know it's him because I read the poster in the lobby, but I pretend I don't.

'Wow,' I say, 'aren't you that hot guy from Lost in Space? I mean, er...' and then act embarassed.

He looks at me, eyes drift up and down my body. 'Yeah, I'm him.' he says, stepping closer. 'And you're not too bad yourself.'

I blush. He steps in front of me and puts a hand on either side of the wall next to me. 'So you thought I was hot then?'

'I think you're hot now,' I say.

He leans in and, just before his lips touch mine he says 'How'd you like to get lost in my space for a few hours?'

He doesn't give me a chance to answer. He kisses me, his hot lips burning against mine. I feel his hand on my chest, roughly squeezing my left nipple. The elevator stops and he leaps back from me. The doors open. He nods his head toward me and I follow him. We are standing outside his hotel room door. He pulls me too him and locks his lips against mine again while fumbling with the key behind my back.

The door opens and we stumble through. The next thing I know he is pulling his clothes off, as well as mine. I help, but after he gets my shirt off, he pushes me back onto the bed. He is standing over me in white briefs, no fly, midrise style. I can see them tenting out and am turned on. His chest is smooth with a few wisps of hair around his quarter sized nipples. He reaches down and tugs my pants off. In another tug he has my grey briefs off and I'm naked and at his mercy.

He falls to his knees between my legs and starts sucking my hot cock. His mouth on my cock is getting me going more than any other mouth before. In my mind I can't believe my boyhood idol is sucking me off. He crawls and kisses and licks his way up my chest to my mouth, and then straddles my chest and pulls his cock out of his briefs. It's huge! At least 8", nestled in a brown hairy bush. He slaps my mouth with it. 'Take it, sucker. Make me feel how much you want me to fuck you with this cock.'

My eyes meet his, and I obey him, opening my mouth. He roughly fucks my face, pumping his cock into my mouth, almost choking me. It feels wonderful. After a few moments of this he pulls out and flips me over. The next thing I know, this hot man, curly brown hair, blue hazel eyes, and smooth skin, has his face buried in my ass, rimming me like I've never had before.

Then, he pulls me up and I feel that monster cock poised at my hole. In a brief moment of pain, I feel him thrust all the way in until his balls slap against mine. He doesn't even pause, but immediately begins thrusting until I'm screaming with pleasure. 'FUCK ME!' I scream. 'Do me! plunge that missle into me.'

okay, so I get a little tacky with encourgement during sex, it's my fantasy.

Mark rams his cock into me and finally he pulls out, flips me over again and shots his load over my chest, cock, and face. After a pause he looks at my own hard on and smiles. 'Jerk it for me. Put on a show. I wanna see you use my cum as a lube,' he orders.

I can't resist this man. I obey his every word, stroking my hot cock, and using his gobs of hot cum to lube myself. I stroke faster, and faster. In a moment, I am shooting my cum over my chest, and mingling my cum with his. After I relax he smiles again. 'Hey buddy, wanna join me in the shower?'

I follow him in the shower, feeling spent. We both stand under the hot water for a few moments before he starts soaping up my body. I return the favor, paying much attention to his growing cock.

I think you can guess where this goes. Hey, doc, are you getting a woody over this?

"Is our time up already? My, my."

Okay doc. Same time next week?

Psyched Out Three: Dennis Miller by R.A. Swain

Hey Doc, I know, three weeks in a row, and late each week. Maybe we should explore why I'm always late?

"I've given that a bit of thought. I think all your problems stem from sex."

Oh, so you're a Freudian. I wondered what path you followed. Me, personally I follow the path of least resistance. Obvious from my sexual fantasies. You wanna hear about another one?

"If you feel compelled to tell me."

Oh, I do. Our little talks do wonders for me. Anyway, this fantasy is about Dennis Miller, the comic. Although, I think he's more than a comic.He's a philospher of our time. He's also got a cute butt. Okay, so in this fantasy I'm at a party in the city. A friend of mine knows a bunch of actor types, and he has a friend who happens to know Dennis Miller, and this friend brings Dennis to a late night party in Upper Manhattan.

Okay, I know this is a trendy type fantasy for me, but it's just a fantasy. Okay, so I'm standing in the kitchen, doing a shot of JD, when Dennis Miller walks in looking for some ice. 'Hey man, need some more ice,' he says opening the freezer.

I finish my shot. 'You're Dennis Miller,' I say.

'No shit. Pour me a shot, will ya?'

I pour him a shot and myself another. 'To the ignorant masses,' he says, tapping his glass against mine. We swig down the shots. 'Oh yeah,' he moans. 'That is good. Another?'

I nod and he pours. I can't keep from staring at him. His hair is shaggy, brown, with a few wisps of grey in his beard. He's wearing a short sleeve Hawai'ian shirt, with the top three buttons open, revealing a very hairy chest. His frame is lanky.

'So, you don't talk much,' he says.

'Only when I got something to say,' I reply.

He pours us another shot. 'I got some weed in my jacket in the bedroom, wanna go smoke a joint and tell me what you got to say?'

I grab the bottle and follw him down the hallway to the bedroom. The crowd in the livingroom don't even notice us. We enter the bedroom and he grabs his jacket off the bed. Reaching into the pocket he produces a joint. 'Do the honors, man.' He says, handing me the joint and a lighter. I trade hime the bottle for the joint and he pours us another shot while I light up the joint. We smoke the joint in silence.

After the joint is gone we sit staring at each other, and bursting into fits of laughter. 'What?' he says.

'Nothing,' I reply.

'Come on. You must have an opinion on something. Tell me?'

I look away for a moment, then back at him. 'I think you've got incredible eyes. That's my opinion.'

'Yeah, and you've got a nice nose. For real, what are you thinking?'

'I thinking how much I wish you were gay,' I say.

He looks seriously at me for a moment and then starts to laugh. 'Do you know how many times I hear that in a week?'

'Someone as hot as you must hear it all the time. Just forget I said anything. You probably wouldn't have the nerve to let me go down on you anyway.' I add the challenge to peak his interest.

He takes the bait. 'I'm a liberal guy. You wouldn't be the first guy to blow me.'

'No, I'd just be the best.'

'Spunky little fucker, aren't you. What if you're not the best?'

'If I don't give you the best head you've ever gotten, you can fuck my tight ass. Assuming you can get it up for a second round.'

Dennis leans up from his position on the floor. 'Okay baby, now you've challenged my manhood.' He unbuttons the rest of his shirt and starts to stand up, getting to his knees, he undoes his jeans and reveals a pair of black silk boxers. My eyes are focused on his hairy chest. He looks up at me. 'Well, get naked. If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do this right.'

I strip quickly down to my blue briefs. He leans back against the bed and I lean down on top of him. I move for his neck, but he guides me to his lips. His beard feels rough against my face. I've never kissed a man with a beard, and I discover I like it. He tongue forces it's way into my mouth. His hands explore my back and ass.

I break the kiss and move to his ear, licking and biting the lobe, before licking and sucking my way through his jungle chest. The dark hair tangles in my fingers and I feel exhilarated. My lips search out his nipples and he moans as my teeth grip each nipple and tug gently. My hands have already entered those boxers and they are down below his balls. The amount of hair is overwhelming. I lick my way down his chest to the base of his cock. 6 x 3, it looks to me. Okay, so he isn't long, but he is wide and hard in my hand.

I began licking around the base, moving slowly around to the hairest balls I've ever seen. I lap at them, and gently suckle on each one, causing Dennis to shiver and moan again. Encourgement from him comes in the form of a few 'oh baby, oh man's.' occasionally. It's all I need.

I run my tongue up the underside of his shaft and over his mushroom tip. I graze the piss slit with my teeth, making him shudder. The next thing I feel are his hands pushing me down, forcing his cock into my throat. I moan and hum, as I began sucking the length of his cock. I force it all the way to the back of my throat, all the while running my hands over his furry body. It more than I could hope for. I suck until I feel him stiffen up. He forces his cock further into my mouth and I feel his hot juice shoot down my throat. Shot after shot. More than the shots we'd been doing, but saltier.

I sit up. 'Well?'

He looks at me with a wild glint in his eye. 'Is that the best you can do?'

'That wasn't the best head you've ever had?' I ask.

'Not if it means I don't get your ass,' he answers.

I see his cock is growing hard again. 'I hope you've got lube.'

'I figure I use you mouth to lube me up.' He pulls me forward again and shoves his hot cock in my mouth. I feel him peeling off my briefs and soon a finger is exploring my waiting hole. I suck him making sure he is covered in my saliva, since that hot cock is about to enter my ass.

He spins me around and positions himself behind me. I feel his 6-shooter pressing into my ass, and I feel him spit on my waiting hole. The pain of this wide cock sends chills through my body. The next thing I know I'm feeling pure pleasure as Dennie Miller begins pumping his hot hard cock into my ass. I feel his hairy balls slapping against my shaved balls. He is riding me hard, and slapping my ass every now and then. 'Like getting fucked my a star?' he asks.

'Yeah, ride me, Dennis. Fuck me.' I feel him pounding it me, and reaching around in front of me. I feel his hand wrapping around my cock. He begans jerking on my semi erect cock while fucking me. It's the hottest thing I've ever felt.

'Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!' He begins to shout and I feel him pull out of my ass and his hot cum squirt up my back. He continues to jerk me off and leans down against my back. Suddenly I feel his still erect cock pressing into my ass again. 'Surprise baby,' he says. 'I've got a boner that never quits. You willing to take it again?'

'Just keep jerkin' me off and I'll do anything you want, as long as you want,' I answer.

Hey Doc, I know you've gotta be hiding a woody in those jeans this time. That was one of my hottest fantasies.

"Yes, well, I think our session is up."

Psyched Out Four: Chris Potter by R.A. Swain

Hi ya, Doc. I know, as usual, I'm late. So, where do you want to begin today?

"Where do you want to begin?"

Good question. Hey, you ever have sex with any of your patients?

"This session is about you, not me."

Does that mean you have?

"Why don't we talk about something that interests you about yourself?"

My sex life, or fantasy life is always interesting to me. You ever have homosexual fantasies?

"We're talking about you."

Okay. So what do you want to hear about today? How about a fantasy I had the other night about this really hot guy I saw on TV. His name is Chris Potter. He's this unbelivable guy on Silk Stalkings. He's incredible. He's sexy and hot and vulnerable. He's blond, blue eyes, and tall. He's everything I'm looking for in a hunk. Almost.

"You've very attracted to this type of man?"

Well, actually, he's not my usual physical type. I'm usually attracted to dark hair, blue eyes, but not as hunk-like as him. I go for the more average guy. Like you. Not that I have fantasies about you naked or anything like that, but, I, er, anyway, in my fantasy I'm at a health club. Wearing shorts, a t- shirt and sneakers. I'm walking passed the juice bar, when I spot him.

He smiles and nods to me. I smile and nod back. I go upstairs to the lockerroom and strip down. The next thing I notice him entering the lockerroom as I head for the shower and then steamroom. I don't give it another thought until I'm in the steamroom, naked, that the door opens and he walks in. He's naked also, but it's hard to see him in the steam. He sits down next to me.

'Hi,' he says.

'Hi,' I say back. Real conversation starter stuff.

He shifts his position and his leg brushes against mine. 'Sorry,' he says, but doesn't move his leg away.

I don't move mine either, and he moves closer until his naked body is pressing against my naked body. His hand comes down on my knee and up my thigh, stopping just short of my dick. I reach over and start rubbing his muscular chest. The next thing throws me. He kisses me. I mean kisses, like there is no stopping him. It feels wonderful. Like all the way down to my toes wonderful. My mind races. Could this be the perfect guy?

I feel his hand wrapping around my growing cock. My own hand is working downward toward his pulsing shaft. I grab him as he grabs me, and as we stare into each other's eyes, we begin to jerk each other off. We kiss again, while jerking each other. This is one hot scene, but also a bit public, since he is a star. But that doesn't seem to bother him. In fact, he starts licking his way down my chest, pushing me back on the tiles and turning so he can straddle my face, feeding me his long, thick, hot pulsing cock. I can't believe how lucky I am to be sucking the cock of such a hunk. It feels wild to do this in a steamroom, burying my nose in his pubic hair, soft and blond, and wet. I feel his hand reaching under me, to my ass.

Whao! I'm not sure I'm ready for that, but I can't talk since I've got seven or eight inches of his manhood shoved down my throat. I reach up and begin to explore his puckering hole, and he seems willing. He seems to like my rubbing it, but stops me. He leans up from where he was preforming the best head I've ever had, and says 'Get up, bend over, and take my hot cock.'

I don't speak, because just as I'm about to say no, he reaches down and starts rubbing my chest, pinching my nipples and generally driving me wild when he shifts from nipples to rock hard cock.

He kisses my neck and pulls me up. Standing face to face, he slips his tongue in my mouth, and the next thing I feel is his hand on my cock again, and then he turns me around, and pushes me forward, gently. Next, I feel his wet hot cock, slipping between my ass cheeks, and pressing against my hole. I'm not ready for this, but he pushes harder and I stop resisting, allowing him to fuck me in the steamroom.

Sorry Doc, guess I got myself horny thinking about it.

"it's okay. Erections are normal."

Yeah? You got one? "This is not about me, but about you and your sexual fantasies."

I know. Why do I have so many sexual fantasies about movie and television stars?

"Do you ever fantasize about the average man on the street? In a business suit, perhaps?"

Like you?

"Yes. No! Just any man on the street."

No. They've always got to be movie or television stars, or someone I know personally. Never strangers.

"Interesting."

Why?

"You fantasize about men you think you know, in a setting where they are always strangers. "

Wow Doc! Finally, after 4 sessions, you've finally said something that sounded like a doctor. Cool.

"Thank you. Now about your fantasies, how does this one end?"

Chris and I fuck our way through health club, steamroom, sauna, showers, lockerroom, and a late night workout alone at his apartment.

Psyched Out Five: Dr. Drew by R.A. Swain

Hey Doc, I know, late as usual. Maybe we should really talk about why I am always late.

"Is that what you want to talk about?"

Doc, you know me better than that. I'd like to tell you about my latest sexual fantasy, but I'm a bit embarassed.

"Embarassed? Why?"

Well, I don't want to hurt your feelings, because you're a good looking man, but this fantasy is about a television shrink I saw the other night. His name is Dr. Drew, on MTV Lovelines, he co-hosts with that dorky guy Adam something or other, and he's an incredible hunk. I know he's straight, but this is my fantasy. You okay hearing about this one?

He nodded.

Okay, here it is. I'm at a medical convention. Don't ask how I get there are anything, all I know is I'm at this convention, in the lobby of a posh hotel, and I see him standing across the lobby, in front of a newstand, looking at a magazine cover with his picture on in.

I walk over to him. 'Excuse me, aren't you Dr. Drew?' I ask.

He smiles and nods his head. 'Yes, I am.'

'Wow, you're a great guy. You give all this terriffic advice on sex. Tell me, do you practice what you preach?'

'I try to.'

'I've heard you give advice to gay guys, like myself. Have you ever experienced male sex?'

'No, but that doesn't make me less qualified to talk about it.'

I smile, and allow my eyes to drift down his body. He has sandy brown hair, light skin, tall lanky frame, very inshape, wearing a tan business suit and striped tan and gray tie. 'I could give you more quialfication,' I say.

'I don't follow,' he said.

'Doc, you're a cute guy. I've noticed on tv you seem a bit shy. This is a come on. I want to make love to you,' I tell him.

He blushes and looks shocked. 'I--I'm flattered, but I'm straight. I have no interest in having sex with you.'

'Think of it as research. An experiment. Something only you and I will know about, but something that would give you a whole new psychological outlook.'

'I'm a married man,' he says.

'I'm not asking you to cheat. Think of this as a sacrifice for science. For your scientific advancement. The thirst for knowledge must still be lingering in you. I see it in your eyes on television every once-in-a-while. I see you looking for that new frontier. This will open you up to a whole new world.' I say.

'I really don't think so,' he says.

'Oh come on Doc. Don't tell me you wouldn't like to feel a hot mouth on that long cock of yours. A tongue licking down the underside of your shaft to you balls.' I shift my gaze to his groin, and notice a slight stirring beneath his tan slacks.

'I think this conversation is over,' he says, but he doesn't move.

'I think you're getting excited by the thought of this,' I say.

'Look, I really am not the type of guy who has anonimous sex with strangers.'

'It'll be safe. Just you and me, in your room, with a few condoms.'

His skin is bright red, and I notice the bulge in his slacks. A large bulge. 'I really don't think--'

'Doc, just let yourself go this once.'

I walk away toward the elevator. He follows me, reluctantly. I can tell he is wrestling with his conscious. He wants to do it, but his moral objections are strong. His curiosity is what is winning out. He moves, trying to conceal his raging hard on.

We don't talk as the elevator takes us up to the 20th floor. He leads me to his room, in silence, and ushers me in. His face is still red, but he seems more at ease here. Now I take the initative. I step up to him, taller than I, and slowly reach out to caress his cheek. He flushes with tense fear, and backs away slightly.

I grab his suit jacket and pull him toward me. He leans down slightly, and I stretch up and kiss him, gently, on the lips. I slowly force my tongue between his slightly parted lips and he reluctantly gives in. His eyes are closed and I know he's pretending I'm a woman, but it's okay.

I pull his jacket over his shoulders, and loosen his tie. Then quickly unbutton his shirt, revealing a white v-neck t-shirt. We break our kiss and finish removing his shirt. I pull his t-shirt up over his head and reveal a semi smooth chest, more muscular than you would believe based on his attire. 'Do you work out?' I ask, as my hands begin loosening his belt.

he's still red faced, but I think this is from my tongue action in his hot mouth.

'Some,' he answers.

Now I've loosened his pants and revealed white briefs. A super straight laced guy, alright. The briefs show me a bulge that is obviously aching to be free. I kiss his neck, and begin to lick my way down his chest, gently biting his left nipple on the way down to his smooth abdomen. His skin is soft and warm against my face.

I reach his briefs and tug them down, allowing his rock hard 8 inch cock to spring up in my face. It almost slaps against his belly as it arches toward the sky. I immediately lick the length of the shaft, from tip to balls. His sandy blond pubic hair, slightly darker, covers his balls with downy wisps. My tongue caresses them, my lips suck them, he moans and moves back toward the bed. He falls back on the bed, closes his eyes and allows me to continue licking his tasty balls and cock.

I reach into my pocket and produce a mint flavored condom. I open it and roll it down the lenght of his beautiful cock. Following it with my mouth. He groans and sighs as I proceed to suck him to an orgasm, licking and mouthing his cock until it explodes.

"Well Doc, I hope you're not jealous, but I would love to suck him off. You okay with this?"

"It's only a fantasy. "

"Same time next week?"

"Of course."

Psyched Out Six: Jerry Doyle by R.A. Swain

"Hi Doc. Late again, as usual."

"Uh huh."

"What you reading?"

"Just some notes I made on you over the last few sessions."

"Oh, can I see them?"

"No."

"Why? Do they say I'm nuts? Or I'm some sexual deviant?"

"No."

"You don't think it's crazy to fantasize about all these stars?"

"No. Do you?"

"No."

"Don't you fantasize about ordinary people as well?"

"Not really. The only fantasy about anyone ordinary is the one I have about my former sex partner, Bob."

"Why don't you tell me about him?"

"No. It hurts too much."

"Why?"

"Because, it does."

"Was he real?"

"He was too real, and too emotionally hurtful in the end. I'll tell you about my Jerry Doyle fantasy instead."

"Who?"

"The sexy security guard on Babylon 5. Shaved head, hairy chest, mature, but still hunk material."

"If you insist."

"I do."

My fantasy happens in a L.A. hotel. I'm lying by the pool, catching some rays, and this guy walks up to the next lounge chair. I notice him for several reasons. First his head is shaved. Second, he's wearing a tight speedo type suit. Third, he looks familiar.

He nods to me, I nod back and smile. 'Nice day,' he says.

'Yeah,' I reply. 'Do I know you?'

'You might've seen me on tv.'

'You're an actor?'

'Yeah.'

'Here I was hoping I'd seen you in a porn flick, but I guess not if you're on tv.'

'Never made a porno, but I did do a few softcore films in my career.'

'A hunk like you? Hard not to imagine. Did you do any frontal nudity?' I ask.

'No, but I've done nude scenes.'

'Yeah? What's it like to do a nude scene in front of a camera crew?'

'Intimidating. Everyone is sizing you up, like you're doing right now.'

He caught me looking at his speedos.

'I'm just trying to remember your name,' I cover.

'I'm Jerry,' he says.

'Is that Tom?' I gesture toward his semi hard dick showing through his briefs.

'Ha ha. I call it the tower of pleasure.'

'Really? Would it please me?'

He looks around the pool. We're alone except for a few people several chairs away. 'It might. Your room?'

'Okay.' I get up and head toward the lobby. He follows. As we step onto the elevator, I reach back and grope him through the nylon material covering his growing cock. I caress it, and feel it grow in my hand.

We reach my floor and I trun to look at him. His cock is poking about the waistband of his dark blue speedos. He smmiles at me and I remember where I'd seen him before. 'Wow, you're the guy from Babylon 5,' I say.

'Yeah. But right now, I'm the guy who's gonna fuck you.' He reaches for me and pulls me out of the elevator. He embraces me and kisses me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. His hands run roughly over my bare chest and reach into my swim trunks. He kneeds my cock roughly, but it turns me on. We break our kiss.

'My room's over here.' I lead him down the hallway and stop in front of my door. I turn my back to him and he presses against. I feel his bare, hairy chest against my back, and his hard cock pressing into my ass.

'I want you right here,' he says. He kisses my neck and licks down my back. I feel him pulling down my swim trunks and exposing me in the hall. He takes a handfull of sun tan oil from the bottle he had with him, and pulls his cock out of his briefs. I look back and watch him lube himself up. Then feel him sticking his hairy seven incher between my cheeks. 'Take it, man. Take my hard cock!' He thrusts into me. Deeply, pushing hard against me.

I feel his cock penatrating my ass, and his oiled hand reaches around me and begins caressing my growing cock. He fists it. 'Yeah, feel me fuck you,' he whispers, pumping into me. 'Feel my cock and balls.'

I moan, but can't talk. He takes the key from my hand and opens the door, pushing me into the room without pulling out of my ass. He closes the door, and swings me around, slamming me against the wall. He starts thrusting harder, and I feel his balls slapping against mine.

'Take it!. Take it! Yeah! Oh! YES!'

I feel him shooting a load into me. He pulls back, and strips off his speedos. 'I'm gonna take a shower. Join me. I wanna get sucked off now.'

I'm standing there, still hard, staring at him. 'You like to give orders, don't you?'

'Yeah. You gonna take them?' He asks, beginning to play with his growing cock. I watch him play with himself for a moment and then consider.

'Let's wash you up and then I'll go down on you. You gonna do anything for my cock?'

He smiles, steps toward and and fists my erection. He begins jerking me off in rythym with himself. I stand there facing him while he jerks me off, and I feel the pressure building up. Finally I can hold it no longer. I shoot a load all over his hand. He laughs. 'Lick it off,' he orders. He brings his hand to my mouth, and I lick my cum off his fingers.

He lead me to the bathroom and steps into the shower. The water is warm, beating down on both of us. I wash him with the hotel soap, exploring his hairy body with my hands. He pushes me to my knees and guides his freshly washed dick into my waiting mouth. It doesn't take long before his cock is slamming into my tonsils. I can't believe how wonderful it feels to have his warm hairy cock down my throat.

In a matter of minutes he shoots warm load down my throat. I look up at him. 'Now you fuck me,' he orders.

He pulls me to my feet and begins to soap up my rock solid cock. He turns around. 'Do it. Ram that big beautiful cock into me. Fuck me hard, like I did you in the hallway.'

I can't pass up this chance. I slide my fingers between his cheeks and guide my cock to his waiting hole. Without any pause I plow into him like he requests. I ram it right up til my balls are pressed against his. I hold there for a moment, allowing him to get used to my cock, then I begin to thrust. Slowly, at first, until he is moaning with pleasure, then harder. Slamming harder, feeling my balls slapping against his.

I pull myself tight against him and give several short thrusts, shoot ing my cum up his hot ass.

We finish showering and retire to the bed for another round.

"Well Doc, that one give you a boner?"

"I was wondering if you would like to increase your visits. I think you need to air all of your fantasies."

"Doc, If that's what you want."

Psyched Out Seven: Eric Stoltz by R.A. Swain

Hey Doc, late for another session. I know, time is money, but you time is my money.

"You seem in a good mood today. What are we going to talk about this session?"

I know, deep down I have to talk about my lying ex-sex partner who is afraid of facing his sexuality so he's choosing to live a lie with his new girlfriend. I should want to talk about the way I met him, how he left his wife and me for another woman, how hurt I am, but I'm not. You know as well as I that I'm gonna tell you about the hot sexual fantasy I had last night.

"If that's what you really want to do."

Don't kid me Doc, that bulge in your trousers says you wanna hear sex as much as I like talking about it.

"Yes, well....Ahhem......well."

Okay, this fantasy is about a really hot actor, Eric Stoltz. He got red hair, incredible eyes, freckled skin, and isn't afraid to appear nude on film. Of course, in my fantasy, there isn't any film.

I'm in a convenience store somewhere in California. I'm just about to pick up a bag of chips when I see this red headed guy walk. He goes to the slushie machine and pours himself an orange slushie. I appraoch the checkout at the same time as him. He sets his slushie down and reaches for his wallet. The guy behind the counter rings up the slushie. 'A dollar tewnty-nine,' he says.

The red head opens his wallet and takes out a hundred dollar bill. 'Er, this is the lowest I have.'

The counter guy looks at him. 'It is after midnight. I don't have change for that much.'

The red head turns toward me. 'You wouldn't have change for a hundred, would you?'

'No, but I have a dollar twenty-nine. Let me pay for your slushie.'

'I can't ask you to do that,' he says.

'It's okay. Consider it a favor.' I put down my own slushie and a bag of chips. 'Ring it all together.' I hand the checkout guy a five, get my change and we walk out of the store.

'Thanks for the slushie. By the way, I'm Eric.' He holds out his hand.

I shake it. 'I know. I recognized you. I'm Bob. It was nice meeting you.' I walk away toward my car. He stands there watching me. I get in and try to start my car. It whirs, and dies out. I try again, and it whirs again and dies out.

Eric walks over to my window. 'Could you use a lift?'

'Yeah, but I'll have to call a tow truck.'

'No you won't. Call from my place. They won't be here for hours. Tell 'em where to tow it and call a cab from my house. I only live a few blocks away.'

'Okay.'

We drive back to his house, in the hills. It's a warm humid night. The minutes we get to his place he sheds his jacket and undoes several buttons on his shirt.

'Man, it's hot tonight. Wanna go for a dip in the pool?'

I nod. 'Love too, but I don't have a suit.'

Eric finishes unbuttoning his shirt and reveals a smooth freckled chest. 'Neither do I. You're not shy, are you?'

I see the challenge in his eyes and quickly shed my own jacket and shirt. Next are my pants, leaving me in boxers. He smiles at me and lowers his own trousers, showing me a pair of superman boxers. 'These were a give,' he offers.

We walk outside to the pool and stand on the edge. He puts his hands on his boxers and tugs them down. I follow suit. We look at each other in the dark, barely seeing what we both want to see, and then he cannonballs into the pool. I follow suit, and we swim and splash each other of a while. He gets a littler braver, and we begin wrestling, playfully. At one point I feel him trying to slip his leg behing mine, and I feel his cock press against me. It isn't soft.

I stop and look down into the dark water, then into his eyes. He smiles at me and pushes me over. I swim back up, a few inches from him. Now standing, facing each other, I feel my own hard cock rub against his. We don't speak, but he presses into me and pulls me close. His lips touch mine and we begin to kiss. I feel his hands running down my chest to my boner, and I do the same to him, grabbing his hot throbbing cock.

He moans, and pushes his tongue deeper into my mouth. He's jerking me off, and I'm jerking him. He pulls back from our kiss. 'Let's go inside. I don't need a nosy photographer ruining my evening. Besides, I want to do more than just jerkoff.'

We get out of the pool and grab towels from the lounge chair on our way in. Once inside we start to dry each other off. He grabs me again, and starts kissing me, roughly, desparately, with real passion. We sink to our knees in front of his couch and start to turn, kissing our way down each other's chests. The next sensation I feel is his soft hot mouth engulfing my throbbing cock. I do the same to his seven incher. It tastes of chlorine, but all I can concentrate on is looking at his smooth stomach and bright red pubes. Red pubic hair sends me over the edge. I can't believe how sexy he is, and how good it feels to have his tongue licking my balls. I shiver with joy at the feeling of his smooth balls as I suck each one gently into my mouth.

I feel his hands exploring my ass, knowing he wants to fuck me. I can sense it, but he stops sucking me only long enough to ask me to fuck him. 'Rim me, and fuck me,' he says.

That's all I need to hear before I move behind him and begin licking his hot ass. The little puckered hole is surrounded by red hairs, and I'm in heaven. I rub it gently, and lick it. He moans. 'Please, fuck me.' He reaches under the couch and produces a bottle of lube. 'Here. Hurry, I need it.'

I lube up my cock and his ass. Then I slowly press my tip against his waiting hole. He groans and pushes back on me a little. My hands are under him, pinching his nipples and grabbing his own cock. As I thrust into him, I'm also stroking him. It's a a hot feeling wrapping my arms around Eric Stoltz , fucking him, and jerking him off. I lean forward, thrust into him and start kissing his neck and back while stroking him. I'm very close at that moment, and three more thrusts has me shooting my load up his hot ass.

He pushes back on me, leaning upward, while I jerk him off. 'Yes!' he shouts and I jerk faster and faster, my own rock hard cock still buried in his ass. Five strokes and he shoots over his coffee table to the fireplace beyond. Almost ten feet. 'You are so fuckin' good.' he says.

Well, Doc. What do you think?

"I think you have an active imagination. Do you masturbate to these fantasies?"

Do you?

"We're not talking about me."

Answer me and I'll answer you.

"Okay. Yes, I have."

So, same time next week?

"You haven't answered my question."

I'll tell you next time.

Psyched Out Eight: Judd Nelson by R.A. Swain

"Hi Doc. I'm almost on time."

"Yes. I'm impressed."

"So, what's in the agenda for this session?"

"whatever you want to talk about."

"Great. I know you what to hear about the guy who hurt me, but I'm still not ready. I'm gonna tell you about my Judd Nelson fantasy."

"I've heard of him. He's the one on Suddenly Susan, right?"

"Yeah. He's been in a few movies as well. In my fantasy I'm parking my car in a parking deck. The top level. I get out of my car and start for the stairs. Just them I remember I left something improtant in my car, so I start back. As I reach my car I drop my keys. I bend to pick them up and I hear a whistle. "

'Great buns,' he says.

I turn to see a hot guy in a suit and tie, with black loafers and dark hair. He smiles at me. I recognize him right away.

'I beg your pardon?'

'Oh, nothing. Great sun, isn't?'

'Er, yeah. I know who you are.'

'Yeah? Who am I?'

'Judd Nelson.'

'The guy's right. You just may have won a all day sucker, if you're lucky.'

'Huh?'

'Look dude, you heard me. I'm horny, you look hot, and I wanna get off. You game?'

I look around the garage roof. It's empty except for us. 'Sure, but where?'

'In the back of my convertible. Come'on.'

He leads me across the roof to his black convertible. The roof is down. He strips off his jacket, loosen his tie and ushers me into the car. He sits me down on the trunk, with my legs dangling over the seat. He kneels between my knees and begins to message my chest through my cotton shirt. He loosens my tie, and unbuttons my shirt. I feel his hands against my smooth skin. He exposes my bare chest and begins licking my nipples. I feel his hands groping my crotch. Then opening my fly. He reaches in and I feel him tug at my briefs. He wraps his hand around my cock, pulling it from my briefs and fly out into the open air.

'Oh yeah, guy. You've got a beautiful piece of meat.' He begins sucking on it, making it grow to it's full length.

Then he opens his shirt, revealing his own smooth chest. He pulls me downward on the seat, straddling my chest. I reach up and run my hands over his chest.

'Pinch my nipples,' he orders.

I do as he asks. He moans, and I run my finger nails down his chest and stomach to his waistband. I hurriedly undo his belt, snap and zipper, revealing dark blue jockey shorts. I pull them down in the front and a hairy cock pops out at me. It's about 6 inches long, curved to the right and rock hard. He slides forward and shoves his cock into my open mouth. He picks up momentum.

'Oh yeah. Swallow my bone,' he says. 'Suck my love muscle.'

He thrusts into my mouth and pulls out several more times. Then he pulls out. 'Dude, you gotta help me get off.'

'That's what I thought I was doing,' I say.

'Yeah, you are, but I, well, look, I really get off on being spanked. Will you spank me?'

I push him back a little. 'Pull your pants down,' I order.

He slides back off me and I sit up. As he pushes his pant down around his knees, I undo my pants, and push my briefs and pants down to my ankles. 'Lay across my lap. I wanna feel your cock against mine. And if you come on my cock, you'll have to lick it off, understand?'

'Yes Sir,' he answers. I can feel the excitement in him. His cock is trhobbing against mine and I haven't even hit him yet.

'Count!'

My bare hand comes down on his pale round butt. 'One.'

With each swat he counts off, rubbing his cock against mine. 'Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.....'

'twenty-nine, thirty.' He finishes. His cock is on the verge of eruption. I can tell he wants to explode. 'Please, just a few more. I'm really close.'

'If you cum are you gonna be done, are will you be up for more fun?'

'Like?'

'Like maybe you fuck me after you lick your cum off my cock. Maybe you jerk me off while you big cock is up my ass. Sound good?'

He nods and I slap his ass really hard. 'YES!' he shouts. 'Thirty-one, thirty- two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-sevennnnnnnn. Oh yeah! I'm cumming.'

I felt his hot cum shooting out all over my cock and balls. It seemed like he shot forever. I counted at least ten squirts. He pushed himself up. Both our cocks were covered in cum. 'Now clean me off while I clean you off,' I say. We fall into a sixty-nine, and I can explore his tasty cock and balls again. His cum is salty with a beefy taste. We lay there sucking each other for several minutes unitl he is hard again.

'Okay stud. You ready to fuck me?'

He reaches over into his glove compartment and produces a tube of Wet Lube. I smile at him. 'Hey, a guy can never be too prepared,' he says. 'Get ready for the ride of your life.'

I feel the warm lubricant being squeezed on my waiting hole as I get on my knees. I hear him slick up his hand with it and then cover his cock. Then I feel him behind me. He pushes gently against my hole and I feel his hot stomach and chest rest against my back. Then I feel his hands squeezing and pinching my nipples. His hands explore my body and he pushes his cock all the way into me until I feel his balls rubbing against mine.

'You're so tight,' he whispers. I feel him reach up and slap my ass as he fucks me. I can't believe how hot it feels when his hand comes in contact with my butt. He is still jerking me off, but slapping my butt every few thrusts. 'Take it like a man, yeah!'

My eyes are tearing, but I feel really turned on, and soon I shoot my load over his leather car seats. Then he pulls his cock out of my ass and sprays his next load over my burning ass.

"Well Doc? Do I detect a tent in those chinos?"

"I guess our time is up again. Try to get here on time for your next session."

"Why Doc? Can't wait to thorw another woody?"

Psyched-Out Nine: Rick Rossovich by R.A. Swain

"Hi Doc, I'm not late this time. Well, almost not late. The elevator in your building is very slow."

"It's alright. How are things going with you this week?"

"Oh, great. Okay, don't give me that look. So, they're not so great. Didn't you ever have one of those days when nothing went right?"

"Everyone does."

"See. Well, I'm having one of those lives."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"Don't you mean talk about him?"

"If you want to, we can."

"Well I don't. The emotional pain he inflicted is far more than I can bear to think about."

"You're going to be forced to face it someday. You psyche will haunt with dream images, and hallucinations. Wouldn't it be better to confront your demons while with me?"

"You just don't understand the pain Bob caused in my life. Besides, I'd rather tell you about this hunk of a guy I saw on television. His name is Rick Rossovich. He's on this show Pacific Blue. It's a show about bicycle cops on USA network."

"I don't watch much television."

"Pity. Anyway, this guy is tall with blondish brown, cut close like a crew cut, and distinguished graying at the temples. He's probably in his late thirties or early forties, and totally sexy in a way you can only imagine. At least, it's how I imagine him."

"And how is that?"

"Hot, hard, and hung. How else do I imagine these guys. In my fantasy I'm sitting in a bar in a hollywood hotel. I see this guy walk in with a tall thin blond woman on his arm. She smiles at him, and goes off to the ladies room. He walks across the bar to a stool next to me."

'I'll have a scotch,' he says.

I look over at him and he nods to me.

'Nice evening,' he says.

'Yes. You look familiar. I've seen you on t.v., haven't I?'

'I hope so. Although I like seeing you in person.'

I blush. 'You're not here alone.'

'I can be,' he offers.

'I didn't realize you were a swinger.'

'I sway from time to time. If the mood is right, and the guy hot. Are you hot enough for me?'

I smile. 'I'm more fire than you can handle. I hope you've got a big hose to cool me down.'

He grins, reaching out for my hand. He discreetly takes my hand and places it on his crotch, while the bartender pretends not to notice. 'What do you think?' he asked.

I squeeze gently, and appraise the situation. 'Dump the girl, here's my room number. Meet me in ten minutes.' I show him my key number and exit before I chicken out. This guy is so hot my cock stood up when he touched my hand. I could feel he was either not wearing underwear, or he had on boxers. I would know soon, unless he was toying with me.

I waited in my room for what seems like hours, but is really minutes. I've taken off my jacket, loosened another button on my shirt and rolled up my sleeves. There is a knock at the door. I open it.

'I half didn't expect you to come,' I say.

'Why not?' he asks.

'You're a big star. You don't know me. I could be a psycho, or a reporter.'

He grabs me by the arms and pulls me to him. 'Then report this,' he says before kissing me hard on the mouth, forcing his tongue between my lips. We kiss for a long moment. Then he pushes me back, and takes off his jacket. 'You've got a sweet tongue.'

I watch him unbutton his shirt and slip off his loafers. I do the same from a foot away. 'I want you tongue again,' I say.

'You'll get it.' He pulls his shirt off and tosses it on the floor. He reaches for me again, and we kiss again, this time our bare chests pressing together. His smooth skin is warm to the touch, almost burning.

I start to fumble with his belt and then feel his pants drop to the floor. He steps out of them and unzips my pants. I step back and open my eyes. He is wearing royal blue silk boxers. I'm wearing black cotton briefs. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my briefs, and pulls them down, falling to his knees in front of me. I feel his breath on my cock as it springs up to his mouth. His lips catch it before it can even bob about. His mouth is so hot and soothing, as his tongue glides down the underside of my shaft. I run my fingers through his hair, and over his ears. They feel so soft and warm, and sexy.

'Oh yeah,' I moan. 'Suck me!'

He does, for what seemed like forever. I started to feel close, so I pull back. 'You turn, stud.' I say, pulling away. I join him on his knees, facing each other. I kiss him again. This time exploring his body with my hands, tugging his boxers down to his knees and feeling his monster cock spring up and rub against mine on it's way to pressing against his stomach. That's all I need and We begin to sixty-nine. It doesn't start that way. At first I lick the pink tip of his long hard shaft, then I circle my tongue around the shaft concentrating on the sensitive underside. When I get to his balls he is moaning. I lick each one slowly, sucking on them and into my mouth. I feel him maneauver down and begin reciprocating as my mouth engulfs his rock hard rod. Eight or nine inches pushes against my throat, and I am willing to take it.

He begins to thrust into my mouth. His sucking increases and he thrusts faster into my mouth. Finally, he can take it no more and he rolls back, pulling away from me, as his cock erupts. Cum flies up his stomach and chest, several spurts. His hand is still wrapped around my cock, and he is furiously jerking me off. I can't hold back, and I shot my load across his chest as well.

He smiles at me. 'That's good for a start, now break out the condoms, I'm gonna plow that ass.'

I look at him. 'Are you?' I'm not sure I want something that big in me. I've never had something that big in me, and I really just want to suck on it for a few hours.

'Yeah, I am. Then, you're gonna fuck me with your boner,' he adds.

'Okay,' I say. I'm not crazy. His ass is perfect. I move quickly around the room to my suitcase and retrieve my condoms. He has taken my shorts and wiped our cum off his chest.

'A souvenir,' he says, tossing the shorts on a chair. He picks up his and finishes cleaning himself. Tossing them along with mine. 'Keep these too.' He then jumps on the bed next to me. 'I want you to eat my ass,' he says, turning around on his knees. 'I want your tongue in my ass pronto.'

It's like and order, but sexier when he says it. I obey, burying my tongue between his ass cheeks. I'm not one to go in for anal sex, but his ass is prime. It's rounded, and firm. All muscle, and strength. I lick his puckered hole and he bucks with anticipation. 'Lick it, man. Yeah! Lick it!'

I thrust my tongue around his ass several times, reaching beneath him and feeling his stiff cock sticking up against his belly again. I begin jerking him off slowly, as I kiss my way up his back, unitl my cock is positioned against his ass. I press the tip against his waiting hole and thrust forward until the tip is in the vise-like grip of his ass. He abruptly thrusts back against me. 'Fuck me hard!' he orders.

That's all I need. I slam into him again. This time pulling out to the tip and slamming back in again. His ass is so tight it's unbelievable. I squeeze his cock and strok it as I fuck him. My other hand pinching and pawing at his nipples and pecks. He is built solid and begging for a hot fuck. He is getting it. I'm very close to cumming in my condom, and I thrust hard three times. He moans and I shudder and shoot my load. He leans up and back, gripping my cock with his ass and I jerk on his cock as I lick the sweat from his neck and watch him shoot his cum across my bed. We colapse together, with my arms wrapped around him.

"Well Doc, you like it? Don't answer that. I can see for myself."

"Yes, well, er, try not to be late for our next session."

Psyched Out Ten: The Baldwin Brothers by R.A. Swain

"Hi Doc, I'm on time today. How's it going?"

"It's fine. How are you this week?"

"I'm alive."

"Are you going to talk about it?"

"You mean will I talk about Bob and how he hurt me?"

"Yes."

"Do you really want me to?"

"If you want to talk about him, yes."

"Well, I don't."

"Eventually you'll have to face your pain."

"You don't know the depth of the pain."

"Not if you won't tell me."

"Okay you wanna know what kind of scum I feel in love with. He was a married man, who eventually left his wife and two kids not for me but for a woman I had introduced him to, and if that weren't bad enough, he denied his homosexuality and then tried to kill because I came out and caused him to fear I might out him. Doesn that give you a real sense of the level of low life I'm attracted to? Okay, smart man, bad choice. Enuf said. How would you like to hear a really hot fantasy instead of me dwelling on how much I've been hurt by some guy who couldn't see the true value of me? Hummm, I think you're already Jonesing for a fantasy."

"If you really feel you must cover your pain with fantasy, I'm not going to stop you."

"I didn't think so. That chubby starting there tells me more than you know."

"Yes, well, um......"

"Nevermind. This one is really hot, it's about the Baldwin brothers. Not just Alec, or Stephen, or Billy, or Adam alone, but all four together. Sit back, relax and listen up.

"It starts with me waking up in a Malibu beach house, after a party I'd crashed with one of my friends. It's early morning, about two a.m.. I'd been drinking and was feeling the effects of alcohol. I sit up and see I'm on a leather couch. There's a guy leaning back against the arm of the couch. He's wearing red silk boxers, a slightly hairy chest, and hairy legs. I notice I'm also stripped to my black silk boxers."

"Hey, you're awake," He says. "Yo, guys, our guest is awake."

"Where am I?" I ask.

"You don't remember crashing my party? I'm Billy, this is my place."

"Oh, yeah." I mutter. Another guy enters the livingroom, also wearing boxers, cotton, snug. I recognize him immediately. "Whoa. You're Stephen Baldwin."

"Yeah, and I'm Alec," a voice behind me says. I turn to see Alec also wearing boxers, baggy blue cotton. His chest is very hairy, as are his legs and arms. Dark brown hair that excites me.

"Hey, don't forget me," a fourth guy says entering the room. It's Adam Baldwin, the oldest of the brothers. He's wearing black briefs.

"You guys are all Baldwins," I say.

"Duh," Stephen says. "And you crashed our little party."

"Yeah, I guess I did. Sorry about that. There were a lot of people coming and going, I just thought I'd come in and see what was going on. Hey, where are my clothes?"

"You don't remember where you left them?" Alec says, almost mockingly.

"I don't remember taking them off."

"Too bad. You'll get 'em later," Adam says. He rubs the front of his briefs. "After you pay for crashing the party."

"Pay?"

"Yeah, pay. Are you into spanking, like Alec here?" Adam says as he approaches me and places a firm hand on my shoulder. Alec blushes but says nothing. "Or maybe you like gettin' tied up like Billy and Stephen."

I get a little bold. "What's your kink?" I ask, running my hand up Adam's naked thigh, but stopping just below his crotch.

Adam smiles. "Hey, it looks like our guest is looking to play, guys." He reaches down and pulls me to my feet. Then runs a hand over my chest. I feel more hands beginning to explore my body and the other brothers close in on us. Someone tugs my shorts off, leaving me naked and hard surrounded by four of the hottest men on earth. I feel Alec press his hairy chest against my back. I know it's him because he's the hairiest of the borthers. I also feel his naked, hard cock rubbing against my ass. I look to see all of the brothers have stripped off their underwear.

Adam pushes me, gently to my knees and I am faced with his long, hard cock, pressing against my lips. I open my mouth and take it in, feeling the soft texture of skin contrasting with the firmness of the shaft. It alaways amazes me how something so hard can still feel soft to the touch. I reach out and Billy and Stephen are on either side of me. I grasp their equally long, hot cocks and begin stroking them. I glace up to see Billy kissing Adam, and Stephen and Alec sucking each other's tongues. They break kisses and Adam leans forward to kiss Alec. He reaches out and plays with Alec's hairy nipples. Billy and Stephen begin to kiss. I switch positions and begin sucking Stephen, moving my hands to Alec and Adam's cocks. We continue like this switching positions until I have sucked all four men.

"I got an idea," Billy says. He pulls me to my feet and kisses me roughly. Then, breaking the kiss, he says, "I want you to fuck me. And while you're fucking me, Alec can fuck you."

"Hey, what about us?" Stephen asks.

"He can suck you and Adam off at the same time."

"Cool, a sword fight," Stephen says.

Billy takes some lube from Alec. I don't know where it came from, but it was there. He takes my dick in his hand and squeezes the lube out of the tube on my cock. As he rubs it in, Adam kisses me, sticking his tongue deep in my mouth. I take the lube from Billy and begin to lube his ass, while Alec does the same to me.

Billy bends over the the couch and I rub my throbbing cock against his tight hot hole. As I penetrate him, I feel Alec begin to penetrate me. This is a rush. Feeling his hot hairy body against mine begins to drive me wild. He thrusts deeper into me, causing me to thrust into Billy. We create our own rythym, when Alec reaches around me and grabs his borther's cock and begins to stroke him.

I'm feeling hornier than I've ever felt before, and Adam and Stephen sense it. They both step forward, shoving their cocks into my mouth, pressing us all together in a mass of molten sexual energy. I feel the energy building, first in Adam, then Stephen.

"I'm gonna blow," Stephen says.

"Shoot it on his face," Adam orders.

Stephen pulls back and I jerk him off until he cums over my face chest and neck. Adam really gets turned on by this and orders me to do the same to him. He shoots on my neck and back. I feel Alec thrusting into me, moaning and rubbing against me.

"I'm gonna cum," I say.

"Shoot on my brother's ass," Alec orders me.

I pull out of Billy just in time for Alec to grab my cock, and, pressed against my back, watching over my cum drenched shoulder, he jerks me off aiming my spurting cum ant Billy's ass. Billy rolls over and jerks himself off, shooting his white hot juice across my stomach.

"Yeah!" Alec moans, kissing me and pulling his cock out of my ass. I feel his cum spurting against my ass. He hugs me and rubs his cock against mine as we face each other for another tongue wrestling. I feel someone pushing a hot cock between us, and open my eyes. Alec and I lick Adam's cock, until Stephen thrusts in from the other side. I feel Billy behind me, rubbing his cock against my cum covered ass.

Alec pulls back a little. "Now lets really initiate this guy into some hot fucking, Baldwin brother style," he says.

"We spend the rest of the night sucking and fucking each other in every combination. Wow Doc, looks like our time is up. I'll have to tell you about the rest of the fantasy some other time. Gotta run."

Psyched Out Eleven: The Baldwin Brothers Part 2 by R.A. Swain

"Hey Doc, early again. Two weeks in a row. A record. Sorry about last week, leaving you high and hard, but I really did have another appointment."

"I think I can forgive you. You are gonna finish your fantasy for me, aren't you?"

"Why Doc! No questions about the guy who hurt me so much I can't talk about it? No prying into my psyche for something real? You horny psychologist! All you want is the rest of my fantasy about the Baldwin brothers."

"Er, no. You are my, er, patient, and I do care about your mental health. If you want to talk about this Bob, the one who hurt you, I'll listen and try to help you."

"Good. I don't want to talk about Bob or how he can't face his sexuality. If the guy is that afraid to accept a two year and four month affair as proof of his homosexuality, or all the other guys he told me he'd been with, then who am I to argue his rights to self denial? I'll deal with it eventually, but for today, I'll tell you more about the Baldwin fantasy.

"Settle back now. I left off with Alec offering to initiate me into real Baldwin brother sex."

"I think I want you all to myself," Alec says, pulling me closer and kissing me hard on the lips.

"No way bro," Adam says. "We share this guy. Of course, If you wanna let him spank you, We'll all watch."

"Spank?" I ask.

"Yeah, Alec has this little kink for being spanked. Don't you bro?" Adam says, standing next to me, caressing his semi-erect cock.

Alec just blushes and looks away from his older brother. "On the other hand, Billy and Stephen like getting tied up," Adam continues. I see him reach for a necktie crumpled on the floor under the coffee table. He picks it up, winks at Alec and says, "Billy, you'd like to be tied up for our guest, wouldn't you?"

Billy laughs nervously and starts to back away from Adam. "You'll have to catch me first," he says.

Stephen moves up next to Adam. "I'll catch you," he says. But it is he who Adam catches, grabbing him around the waist with Alec's help. The three brothers are wrestling on the couch until Adam gets Stephen's hands tied behind him with the necktie. Mine as it turns out.

He stands in front of Stephen. "I got you, so you know what to do."

Stephen looks both dejected at losing some inside family game, and happy at the results, all at once. He leans forward and Adam guides his stiff cock into his brother's mouth. Alec move behind Adam and begins the rub his cock against Adam's ass. I observe this for a moment before moving to position myself behind Alec. The truth be told, I think Alec is the sexiest of the four sexy men, but I want them all. Alec just presented himself first.

I caress you hot looking ass. "Do you really like spanking?" I ask.

"He does," Adam says. Adam moans as Alec sticks his middle finger in Adam's tight hole. "Yeah man, finger fuck me."

"I'll do more than that," Alec says. He begins to probe Adam's ass with his own stiffened cock. Slipping it slowly into his older brother.

"Spank him," Adam orders me. "Spank him while he fucks me." Adam is standing still while Stephen sucks his cock, and Alec fucks him slowly.

I look across the room at Billy, sitting on a barstool, stroking his cock. "Spank him, man." Billy says, a glint of desire in his eyes.

I raise my hand and bring it down on Alec's ass. He thrusts forward a bit, and Adam does the same, choking Stephen slightly. "Oh yeah," Alec says. "Again. I want you to spank me, and then you and Billy shoot your creamy loads on my burning ass."

I look at Billy who winks at me. "He loves it this way." Billy has moved over next to me and slowly jerks himself.

I let loose with another blow to the perfect Baldwin butt. Three, four, five blows. My hand prints are on both cheeks. Alec is moaning and thrusting faster into Adam. Adam is just letting Stephen and Alec worship his body in their own ways.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Whack! Whack! Whack! The sound of my hand hitting bare flesh, something that normally doesn't do a thing for me, is causing my cock to get stiffer than it has ever been before, and Billy is jerking faster, watching my cock thorb on it's own.

Whack! Whack! Whack! "Yes!" Alec shouts. "Yes! Harder!"

I hit him slightly harder, not wanting to hurt him, but the scene is getting to me. I don't hold back anymore. I hit him three full blows. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "Yes! YES! YESSSS!" Alec pulls back from Adam, and spews his load over Adam's furry ass.

"Cum on my ass," Alec orders. "Cum!"

Billy and I begin to jerk each other off, and soon we are shooting our loads over Alec's red ass. Billy reaches out and massages it in to his brother's hot ass cheeks. Adam and Stephen have disolved into a 69, and I lie down next to Alec on the couch and gently kiss his neck and work my way down his hairy chest. I feel Billy behind me, playing with my ass.

"Do you like spanking?" He asks.

Before I answer I look into Alec's eyes. He nods. "Only if I get fucked by each one of you separately. Ten blows from each one of you, then your hard hot cocks. Deal?"

Alec kisses me. "It's a deal."

"I'm first," Adam says, sitting up.

"okay, but Alec is last, and I get him alone."

"Alright," Adam relents. "But you suck and fuck each one of us separately."

"Oh yeah," I say.

I bend over the couch and Alec seats himself in front of me. His eyes lock with mine as Adam gives me the first of his ten whacks. Alec stares at me intensely, and I feel the sting of each blow. On the tenth blow, Adam bends down and kisses my hot ass.

"Oh yeah, baby. This is gonna be great." He pulls me to the floor on top of him, and end up facing his throbbing cock. I can't resist it. It's at least nine or ten inches long, and three or four inches wide. I can't believe my luck as I take it in my mouth and feel his mouth on my cock. This is incredible. I open my eyes to see Stephen, Billy and Alec all sitting on the couch, caressing their cocks, watching their older brother and I in a 69. Someone has untied Stephen, but he doesn't seem to mind having a free hand. We roll around on the floor for a moment, and then Adam breaks our sex.

"On your knees," he orders. I notice he's very good at orders, and realize he is in complete control of this scene. And more so is the shocking feeling that I enjoy him being in control. I feel him penetrate my ass, in hard, fast thrusts. This is more joy than I can stand. It doesn't take long, for him to shoot his load across my ass and up my back.

Before I can move, Stephen jumps up. "I'm next." He moves in on me and I catch Alec's eyes again. He is fascinated by watching me get spanked. Whack! Whack! Whack! It stings but this isn't meant to hurt. It's meant to stimulate, and it is doing it's job. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! These brothers are experts at spanking. Whack! Whack! Whack!

Stephen rolls me over on my back and pulls my hot ass to his hard 9" cock. He guides his cock gently into my ass and then thrusts. In about ten thrusts he pulls out and shoots his cum over my stiff cock and balls.

I lay there feeling exhausted and horny. I can't lose my erection. It's stiffer than ever in my life and Billy Is helping me to my feet. He wants me over his lap. My cock presses betweeen his knees and I feel him begin the stinging swats that bite but cause my cock to throb. He squeezes his thighs together and I feel the pressure on my cock. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

This brother is more intense than Stephen and Adam, but I sense he also prefers to be on the receiving end. I glace over at Alec, who looks envious of me. He's obviously been in this position before, and wishes to be again. The tenth blow is delivered, and Billy gently pushes me to the floor. "I want your mouth." He says, poking his hot 7" cock between my waiting lips. His cock is sweet and soft, despite the stiffness of the shaft. I love the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I suck on him for what seems like hours, but in reality is less than two minutes, and he pulls back. "I'm gonna cum, man!" With that he shoots jets of white hot cum in the air, on my chest, neck and down my back.

Alec Stands up and lead me to the bedroom before his brothers can say anything. He closes the door and ushers me to the bathroom. "We're gonna clean you up first," he says, turing on the shower. He pulls me into the stream of warm water with him. We begin to soap up each other's bodies. I love the feeling of his hairy chest and cock. He and I are both stiff. I feel his hands soaping my burning butt. The water soothes me only slightly, as it cools down the fire caused by his brothers. The fire in my loins only grows more as he soaps my balls. I return the favor, soaping his very hairy balls. As the soap rinses from our bodies, Alec positions me spread eagle against the shower wall.

I feel the blows through the cooling water streaming down on us. Whack! Whack! Whack! A spanking in the shower is different. It still stings, but in an erotic way I never imagined. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! I relax, feeling Alec's hands gently caressing my back and chest. I'm pinned against the wall, with him pressing his furry body against me. I feel him soap up my ass again, know this time he is using soap as a lube.

The slippery feeling of his Zest covered cock slides between my ass cheeks and I feel the tip of his 8 incher press against my waiting hole. It slips in with ease, and I moan with pleasure. He thrusts into me gently, slowly, as the water runs down our bodies, and reaches around in front of me and begins to stroke my rock hard cock. It is the most amazing feeling to be stroked off in the shower, and my mind reels with waves of pleasure as I spew my juice against the shower wall. Spurt after spurt. I feel the pressure of my cum being milked away by Alec, and I feel him shutter. He is about to shoot his load. He withdraws from me, and turns me around. I grab his throbbing, bobbing cock, and pump it.

Long hot streams of cum shoot out against my stomach. Five, six, seven, eight spurts of Alec's juice runs down my stomach into my pubic hair and washes away with the shower water.

"Well Doc? I can see from the sundial in your trousers, my time is up. Glad you like my fantasies. See you next week."

Psyched Out Twelve:David Duchovny by R. A. Swain

"Hi Doc, glad you're back. How was your vacation?"

"Very nice. I enjoyed getting away--"

"Yeah, yeah. I know. Well, enough about you. I'm still dealing with my residual feelings for Bob, the guy who hurt me more than I ever thought I could be hurt. I know I haven't talked very much about him, but that's because I really enjoy talking about my sexual fantasies."

"We can talk about this Bob when you're ready."

"I know. Sometimes I feel like I want to spill my guts about the whole thing, meeting him, his ex-wife, his marrying the girl I introduced him to, his trying to kill me to keep his ex and current wives from finding out he's bisexual. I just want to get it all out in the open, or get it straight in my mind, but then it just hurts me so much I just want to die. Do you know what I mean?"

"I understand."

"Good, cause then we can talk about this really hot fantasy I have about David Duchovny. Okay, I know he's kind of mainstream for my tastes, and most of the guys I fantasize about are better looking and more, more, I don't know. They aren't like him. Of course this is a different type fantasy.

"It starts on the set of Red Shoe Diaries. Don't ask what I was doing on the set, or how I got there, this is a fantasy after all. Anyway, we're sitting in his trailer talking...."

'Why didn't you want to sit out on the set?' I ask him.

'I just wanted to be alone,' he says.

'But I'm here.'

'I mean, I want to be alone with you. If that's okay with you?'

'Yes, it is. I just don't understand.'

'Neither do I. I've got a beautiful wife, a great job, and suddenly I wanted to be with you. It's almost like I have to be with you.'

'I'm flattered, but why me?'

'I know this is had to believe, but I feel compelled to be with you. I know people are always speculating about my sexuality, and stuff like that, but I've never been with a guy before, and I saw you on the set and just wanted to have you.'

'How do you know I'm gay?'

'Word gets around.'

'Word?'

'Stephen Baldwin isn't known for keeping secrets. Nor are some of the other guys you've encountered.'

'How do you know about that?'

'You learn a lot from shows like X-Files. I asked some discrete questions. Remember the theory of six degrees of separation? You're only two degrees from Chuck Barris.'

'The Gong Show guy?'

'And one degree from Ted Turner.'

'And this means what to me?'

'It means, I want what others have had.'

'You sweet talker you.'

'No, I didn't mean it that way. I don't even know the first thing about making it with a guy. Something inside of me just has to know, and I want you to be the one to show me.'

'Well, I can understand wanting to learn from the best,' I say. 'Of course I've never been with Chuck or Ted. They're not my type.'

'Am I?' he asks.

'You've got the look. Especially in black boxers.'

He smiles, stands up, unzips his pants and pulls them off. He stands before me in a white t-shirt and black silk boxers. 'Like these?' he asks.

I inhale slowly. 'Exactly like those.'

'I feel at a disadvantage, almost naked. Why don't you take off those jeans?'

I stand up and begin to undo my pants, when he moves closer to me, and places his hands on my fly. 'You've got a hard on,' he notes.

'So do you,' I reply, looking at the tented boxers.

His hands work to undo my clothing, as his lips press against mine. I feel his tongue roughly thrusting into my mouth. His hands are working roughly over my body, pulling my briefs off and fisting my erection. He is jerking me off and pushing me down on the floor at the same time. He breaks the kiss.

'I've go to know what it's like to be inside of you,' he says.

I've been groping his cock, but haven't seen it until he pulls back and strips off his boxers. It springs upward toward his belly and to the right slightly. He has a big mushroom head, at least three inches round, and a long thick shaft. He pulls my face to his crotch.

'Suck it, get it wet. I want you to lube it up so I can fuck you,' he orders.

I do as he says, discovering the first cock in my life that may be too big for my mouth. He thrusts into my throat, choking me, but he doesn't stop. He continues thrusting, slowing slightly til I catch the rhythym. 'Yes,' he moans. 'Suck it like a good slut.'

He drops a tube of Wet next to me. 'Get your ass ready for me.' Another order. For someone who hasn't been with a man this guy know's his way around.

'That's it. Get it lubed up for me, cause I'm gonna plow it.' He pulls back out of my mouth, and grabs me, harshly turning me around and tossing me over the arm of the couch. He quickly positions himself behind me. 'I've got to have you, now.'

With that he enters me, without waiting, slamming into my ass. It's the worst pain I've ever felt, but it soon dissolves to a kind of pleasure as he takes a slower rhythym and pumps his massive tool into my ass. It feels good, even though I don't like anal intercourse, but I don't ever want it to stop. I know he's going to come soon by the way he's breathing. His hands are underme, playing with my cock, keeping me half hard.

'Yes! Yes! Oh God, Yes!' he shouts, pulling his cock out of my ass and spewing hot cum all over my ass, back and over my head onto the couch. He pulls me tight against his body and jerks me off. I shoot my load in a few seconds and he releases me.

'That was cool. Can you stick around til after the next scene?'

I'm exhausted. 'Yeah,' I say.

'Good, I want to try a few more positions and stuff. I can really use this for a role I'm considering. I might even suck you off, if you do a sixty-nine with me?'

'If? Who are you kidding? Go! Act! Get that fuckin' scene over,' I say.

"Well Doc, I guess fantasizing about a stud like Duchovny makes me forget, for a few minutes, about Bob and the pain he caused. Catch ya next week. It looks like you're going to have to get some release of your own."

Psyched Out Thirteen: Nick Cassevettes by R. A. Swain

"Hey Doc, I'm getting better, only thirteen minutes late."

"Yes."

"Don't sound so thrilled. Maybe you want me to work on my tardiness?"

"If you want to work on it, I'll listen."

"No, I know what you want to listen to."

"You really should try to talk about what's really bothering you," he says.

"You mean talk about Bob and his new wife, the woman I introduced to him, Leah? You mean talk about them and how I feel hurt and betrayed by lies? how important can it really be, lies I mean? How important is it that someone tells you they have special feeling for you and then go and pick up with someone else? How important is truth, lies and illusion?"

"You feel lied to?"

"I don't know. Did you ever see Whose Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, with Liz Taylor and Richard Burton?"

"A long time ago."

"Well, truth or illusion which is it? My life, my pain, is my truth, and my illusion. If I let go of pain, was the pain ever real, and if the pain wasn't real, were Bob's feeling for me real or my illusion? I know what his words were, but what did they really mean?"

"Only you can answer that."

"Thanks. How about hearing my latest fantasy? This one's about Nick Cassevettes."

"Who?"

"He's in a lot of softcore stuff. They always play his stuff on cable. He's tall, black hair, steely eyes, lean, hot looking. Anyway, you'll know him now when you see him."

"I'll look for him."

"I'm sure you will. Okay, so I'm at a party in Malibu. It seems I join a friend and we just end up going to this party. So I start talking to this tall blond woman whom I don't know. Then this handsome guy comes over and joins us. We're discussing how everyone is basically bisexual."

"No way," the guy says.

"Come on," the blonde says. "Are you telling me if you were stranded on an island with only one other person, and it were a man, you wouldn't eventually get it on with him?"

"That's different."

"How is that different?" she asks.

"I have no options."

"So, you're saying you wouldn't enjoy it?" she asks.

"Oh, we didn't say anything about enjoyment. I'd enjoy sex any time, with anyone, but I'm straight. It couldn't ever be as hot with a guy."

"You're wrong," I say.

"You're gay?" he asks.

"Let's say bi, since we already decided everyone is basically bisexual."

"I disagree," he says.

"Come on, weren't you ever in a circle jerk?" I ask.

"That's not the same as bisexual. A few guys getting horny and jerking off isn't the same as sex, and I don't see how a guy can get off as well without a woman."

"Funny, you guys like to watch lesbian scenes in porn all the time," the blonde says.

"Women don't get off on porn," he says.

"Bullshit." She says, "I get off on it. And I'd like to see two guys get it on sometime, just for me."

I look at him. "I'm game."

"Huh?"

"Anytime you want to see two guys, I'll be one of them. We just have to find another."

"Good luck," he says.

"Chicken?" she says. Her eyes meet him in a challenging stare.

"No, I just don't think I could get off on a guy that easily. I'd need to prepare."

"Well, maybe some other time," I say, and move to the bar. The party continues on, and I wander out to the deck.

"Hi again," the handsome man says. He joins me by the railing looking out at the ocean.

"Hi."

"Were you serious back there, about getting it on with another man?"

"Yes, if you were the other man." I say, looking into his eyes.

He looks away. "Yeah, well, I'm straight."

"I'm Bob."

He laughs. "Nick." He says, extending his hand.

"I know. And I don't care if you're straight. If you want to walk on the wild side, give yourself a treat, I'd be willing."

He stared out at the ocean for a long time, silently watching waves roll in and out. "Let's go," he says. "My place."

In a few minutes we're sitting in his convertible heading up the highway toward his house. "How far do you want to take this?" I ask.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, is this just a rough and tumble sexcapade, or are you man enough to be rough and tender as well?"

"Kissing?" he asks.

"Yes, that and more."

"I can take anything and give as well," he boasts.

"Really?" I reach out for his leg and run my hand gently up and down his thigh, pausing near his crotch, then back to his knee, and up again. He doesn't say anything, but shifts to make his crotch more accessible. On the next pass, I grope his crotch and discover he is either freeballing, or wearing boxers. "Wanna live out one of man's greatest fantasies?" I ask as I kneed his crotch gently.

"We'll be at my place in ten minutes."

"Want ten minutes of head on the highway?"

His eyes answer with a sparkle. I lower my head to his crotch, and quickly unzip his gray dockers. I reach in and discover he's freeballing. I pull on his cock for a moment and guess by the dashboard light he's about 8" and cut. He moans as I lick across the tip, and then down the shaft to his two very hairy, very hung balls. These are lemon sized at least, if not bigger. I move quickly back up his shaft and place my mouth over the tip.

He thrusts his hips gently into my face, and his cock presses against the back of my throat. I can tell he's not fully hard yet, and I feel his cock growing. It might actually be 9". I feel the car turn off the highway as I bob gently on his manroot. A few minutes later I bring my mouth to the tip, just as we turn into a driveway. He cuts the engine and I sit up. He starts to put his dick back in his pants.

I stop him. "Leave it out. I want to see you in the moonlight."

He steps out of the car, his cock and balls hanging out of his pants, dick pointing straight up. I climb out of the car and walk over to him. I grip his cock, and he leans down to kiss me. Our tongues intertwine and he breaks the kiss. "Let's go into the backyard. It's kinda bright out here." I follow him, taking my jacket off, and opening my shirt as we walk. His cock is still hanging out, bouncing as he walks, and I'm turned on when we get to the pool and he tosses his jacket on a lounge chair. He pulls me to him and kisses me again.

"A hot mouth is a mouth, and you give better head than most women." His hands explore my chest, and I do the same to him, reaching into his shirt, and helping him remove his pants. Naked, under the moonlight, we explore each other's bodies, and then we lie down on a lounge chair. Me facing his cock, and him facing mine. I feel him attempt to give me the head I was giving him.

"Watch the teeth," I say, and he soon has the technique down. I gobble down on his cock, which does look about nine inches in the moonlight. I reach behind him and pull his cock into my mouth, and allow my fingers to explore his ass. He keeps moaning, and I give him a bit of a treat, beginning to hum to a song in my head. A true hummer, so to speak.

He shudders and releases my cock. "I'm gonna come if you keep that up."

I answer by increasing my hum. He shutters and shots a load into my mouth. His fist wraps around my cock and he jerks me to the rhythym of his spurting. "Oh yeah! YEAH! YES!!"

I shoot off in his hand. He smiles at me and brings my face to his. He kisses me again. "Now I want your ass," he says breaking the kiss. The next thing I know, I'm on my knees and he's using my cum to lube his cock and my ass.

"I love fucking under the moonlight. How about you Doc?.....Doc? You've got quite a woody there in those slacks."

"Yes, well, times up. See you next week."

Psyched Out Fourteen: Gregory Harrison by R. A. Swain

"I'm early this week, Doc."

"You're five minutes late."

"That's early for me."

"How was your week?"

"What do you care?"

"I'm supposed to care, that's what I'm here for."

"Sorry, I had a rough week."

"Want to talk about it?"

"No, well, maybe. I don't know. I wish I could just stop having feelings for Bob. He hurt me, and I can't seem to stop loving him and wishing I'd have him back. I sway between desire for him, and wanting to hurt him the way he hurt me. Is it wrong to want revenge?"

"No, it's wrong to seek revenge, but wanting it is okay."

"Cool. I want it a lot. I want it in a big way. I want his wife to know all about him, and his ex-wife too. I want them to know about him and me. But I can't risk that, he's crazy and would kill me."

"You should deal with this."

"I deal with it by having really great sexual fantasies. Wanna here one about Gregory Harrison?"

"I know who he is, I've seen him in a couple of tv movies."

"Yeah, dark hair, blue eyes, hairy chest, washboard stomach, hairy legs. A real hunk. Anyway, in my fantasy, I'm jogging in a park. Stretching against a tree, when this hot guy jogs up to the same tree. He stops and starts to stretch. "Hi," he says.

"Hi," I say back. I notice his red nike shorts and the t-shirt hanging from his waist. His bare chest is covered in a fine sweat. I want to lick it, but maintain control seeing as how we're in a public place.

"You look in good shape," he says.

"You flatter me. You're in hot shape, I'm luke warm."

"Wanna race?"

"I guess."

He points over to a grove of trees on the otherside of a field. "I'll beat ya' to that grove over there."

"You'll race me. I'll beat you." I say.

"A bit cocky. Wager?"

"I haven't got any money on me." I say.

He walks up to me, pulls my t-shirt up and over my head. He tucks it into the back of my shorts, and casually squeezes my crotch. "Loser licks the sweat off the winners balls," he says. Before I can answer he continues. "One, two, three, go!"

He takes off with me following a close second. The grove is farther away than I thought, but I manage to hold my own. We reach the grove, him first. He's panting as am I. We walk a bit in circles before speaking.

"I won," he pants.

"Not bad for an old man," I tease.

"Old?"

"I know who you are, and I know I'm younger than you."

"Yeah? Well, sonny, get over here on your knees and worship grandpa's balls like you agreed to do."

"I didn't agree, but it was the bet." I look around. It is secluded in the trees. No one can see us from the field, so I walk up to him and run my hand down his hairy chest to the top of his shorts. I pull them down slowly and reveal a tight stretched jockstrap. "Yum yum. I like the way you package that cream filled treat of yours."

He laughs. "Want a twinkie kid? Suck on it and get the cream out."

I fall to my knees and pull his jock down. He's about seven inches, and rock hard. His dick angles up toward his belly. I move my tongue toward his sweaty balls, as we agreed. I inhale his sweat deeply, and begin licking. He moans, and I lick each of his balls, sucking gently on them. After a few minutes I stop. "Well, that was the bet. Unless you want more?"

"More. Now. Suck my cock!" he orders.

My shorts are tenting out and he notices. "Strip down first. I want to see you jerkoff while you suck me."

I shed my shorts and jock, leaving us both in just sneakers and socks. Quickly I grab his cock and wrap my lips around it. He moans and shivers. I run my tongue up the shaft and over the tip to the underside. He shudders. "Oh fuck! You are good."

"I know," I say, pausing for breath. "I'm very good."

I run my hands over his hairy butt, and into the crack. He thrusts his hips forward as I suck him deeper into my throat. He bucks a bit, and I insert my middle finger into his puckered hole. "Oh God. Finger fuck me man."

I do as he says, feeling the sweat running down his back and down mine as well. We are working up more of a sweat than we did running. He pulls back. "Bend over. I wanna fuck you."

He dick is wet from my mouth, but I wish it were slicker as he positions the tip against my waiting hole. "Go slow. We need more lube." I say.

He smiles at me and spits in his hand and rubs it on his cock. "A spit fuck will have to do." He then begins to thrust into me, slowly. I feel his seven inch long, three inch wide monster push into my ass and I groan. It hurts, but begins to feel good after a few seconds. His cock stretches my hole, and I feel pain yet pleasure.

"Fuck me! Harder," I say. I feel him slam all the way into me, pressing his balls against mine. He thrusts several more times before pulling out and shooting his load over my back. He pulls me up, pressing his chest against my back, and begins jerking me off. His fist pounds my rocket, and I shoot off into the grass.

"Oh yeah! That was fuckin' hot." he says, reaching for his shorts. "Same race tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow I win," I say.

He looks at me. "It looks like you won today."

"Well Doc? Looks like my time and your dick are both up. Catch you next week."

Psyched Out Fifteen: Larry Poindexter and Matt McCoy by R. A. Swain

" Hi Doc, I'm on time this week."

"I can see that. What caused this unusual behavior?"

"Nothing in particular. Just anxious to talk, I guess."

"About someone specific?"

"If you mean, am I ready to talk about Bob and Leah, and how much I am hurt by the way he treated me, the answer is no. I still find it very hard to say either of their names, let alone think of how he used me for sex and then dumped me for, as he put it, 'a trophy wife'. You have no idea of the pain he created in me, not to mention the anger and distress. I wanted to kill myself after he dumped me, but I was afraid it might hurt, so I changed my mind. Anyone that can hurt me to that extent, emotionally, is someone I doubt I'll ever be able to think about."

"You realize that's more than you said about your situation ever?"

"Yeah, so, it's my mind, and today you're not welcome to it. Hey, you wanna here about a hot fantasy I had about Matt McCoy and Larry Poindexter?"

"You really can't hide in fantasy forever. Who are they?"

"Doc, you don't watch much cable do you?"

"Not very often."

"Okay, Matt McCoy is this tall, thin guy with jet black hair, a slightly hairy chest, and great comedic timing. He was in this television show a few years ago called, 'We've Got It Maid', it co-starred Terri Copley as the maid to these two really horny guys. Okay, it only lasted one season. He's been in a few films, like 'Fast Money', and 'DeepStar 6'. And Larry Ponidexter is this incredible hunk, about 6', dark curly hair, blue eyes, with a solid chest and a fantastic ass. He's in a lot of softcore stuff. He did this really cool film about witchcraft a couple years ago.

"Anyway, in my fantasy I'm at some low level awards dinner and these two men are seated at the same table. Their dates are totally self-absorbed Hollywood women who don't even notice that the three of us have wandered off to the bar.

'So, why am I putting up with another boring dinner?' Matt asks.

'Because it'll enhance your career, eventually.' I say.

'His career could use it,' Larry adds.

'Watch it Poindexter. At least I don't have to show my ass in every movie I'm in,' Matt counters.

'Your ass isn't worth showing,' Larry shoots back.

'I don't know about that,' I say. 'Personally, I like both of your asses.'

'Thanks, I think,' Matt says.

'Who's do you like better?' Larry asks.

'I'd have to see them both again,' I say.

'I'm not showing my ass to some paid escort,' Matt says.

'Watch it. I'm paid to look good, and with the direction both your careers are going you should be willing to drop trou for anyone interested.' I get ruffled at the paid escort crack.

'Oh yeah, hustler?' Matt says. He reaches into his pocket and retrieves his wallet. He produces a hundred dollar bill. 'Will you drop trou for us?' He waves the hundred under my nose.

Larry smiles and pulls out his wallet, adding another hundred to the first. 'What else will you do for money?'

'What do you want me to do?'

'I've got a room upstairs,' Larry says. Matt and I both look at him. 'Hey, I drink a bit much sometimes at these shindigs. Safety first. Let's go?'

Larry and I head for the elevator. 'McCoy, you coming?' he calls back at Matt.

Matt joins us as the elevator door closes. Larry reaches down and rubs his hand across my crotch, gently squeezing. 'What are you doing?' Matt asks.

'Checking out the goods,' Larry answers.

I allow both men to grope me until we get to Larry's room. Once inside Matt seems more relaxed, and Larry more anxious. 'Well, hustler, get those pants off,' he orders.

I kick off my shoes and unbutton my waist. Slowly, I tug my sipper down and allow my pants to fall to the floor. Standing there in black socks, blue silk boxers, and tux jacket, shirt and tie I feel silly. 'I want to see you guys lose your pants,' I say.

'We're paying for this,' Larry says. 'Come over here and take our pants off.'

I approach Larry and begin caressing the front of his pants. I kneel in front of him and undo his pants, all the while groping and caressing his growing cock. I gently tug his pants down and reveal white cotton briefs. He steps out of them and thrusts his crotch in my face. I chew on the fabric of his briefs, feeling his cock throb against my face through the soft material. When I pull back I see Matt has moved next to Larry, who is groping at Matt's obvious boner.

I shift to the right and undo Matt's pants, revealing a sailboat patterned cotton boxer and his cock poking out the fly. His cock is as long as he is tall. It's got to be one of the most well proportioned cocks I've seen. I immediately put my mouth over the mushroom tip and begin sucking. I feel Larry's hands running over my body as he removes the rest of my clothing. Next I feel his hard, hot, bare cock against my ass, his bare chest against my back, his mouth on my neck, kissing me. He licks and kisses his way down my back unitl I feel him rimming my buring ass.

I deep throat Matt until I feel Larry stop rimming me. Matt pulls back and tears off his shirt. Larry stands into front of me. 'Matt, buddy, your dick and his ass are lubed up. You fuck him while he blows me.'

Before I can say anything Matt is on his knees behind me, his arms around me, his cock slowly entering me. I moan and Larry stuffs his six inch long four inch wide beer can of a cock in my mouth. He begins to thrust into me in unison with Matt's thrusts.

Whack! Matt hits my bare ass as he fucks me. I can't bite down because Larry's beautiful cock is filling my mouth. I have to take the repeated smacks from Matt as he slams his cock into me, his balls slapping against mine, until he pulls back. 'Oh God! I'm coming!' He shouts, spurting white hot cum over my ass.

Larry pulls out and moans. His fist grasps his cock and he shoots his cum on my chest. He falls to his knees and begins to kiss me, as Matt reaches around me and jerks me off. I feel Larry's cock pressing against mine as Matt strokes me to a hot climax. My cum shoots up between Larry and myself, covering his hairy chest. We break our kiss, Matt leans in and kisses my cheek.

'Let's hit the showers,' he says. 'I want a shot at Larry's ass.'

'And I want one at your's,' I say.

The three of us go off to the bathroom and oversized shower for more hot sex.

Afterwards, as we dress I hand both of them their money back. They look at me. 'I don't fuck for money. This was my pleasure tonight.'

They look at me, slightly stunned. 'You earned it,' Larry says.

'Yeah, you were more than worth it,' Matt puts in.

'Keep the money. Some time, when you're in need again, call me.' I hand both of them my card with my beeper number. 'One, or both of you.'

'I don't get it,' Larry says.

'Simple,' I say. 'You act because you love it. I do this because I love it.' They smile and I grope both of them before leaving to return to a snotty supermodel who couldn't get a straight date. She wasn't happy because I was on her time, although, she did tip me extra after I told her about my encounter with Larry and Matt while she masturbated in the back of the limo on the way home.

"Hey doc, looks like you'll want to do the same now."

"Maybe we should increase your sessions. I sense a deep need to move you through your fantasy life."

"Maybe next week."

Psyched Out Sixteen: Richard Biggs

by R. A. Swain

"Hi Doc, how's it going?"

"Fine. I see you made it on time."

"Yeah, real progress in my life, huh?"

"It's a start. What do you feel like talking about today?"

"I know you'd like me to say I feel like talking about Bob and Leah, and how much I blame her and him for stealing my happiness, and my self-respect. I know you think I should delve into my psyche, and discover why I feel this much pain after so long. I myself would like to know why, after almost a year, I still feel like I love him? I know you don't have that answer. Nor do you have any answers for that matter. You're a shrink. You listen to me talk, and I vent my frustrations against Bob and Leah one way or another. I think this is a healthier way of venting then to stalk them, or out him to his, as he called her, trophy wife.

"Oh, I know I'd feel one hundred percent better if I outed him to Leah, and maybe to his father and his ex-wife. I know I'd feel fantastic by letting Leah know how he and I used to have sex while he was talking to her on the phone from his now ex-wife's house. Imagine the shock and hurt on her face when she realizes the man she thinks is so straight was having sex with me all the while they were dating. Sometimes he'd have me the same day he had her. I'd love to see that kind of pain inflicted upon her, but instead I think I'll tell you about a sexual fantasy. How would you like that?"

"Whatever makes you the happiest?"

"Doc, judging from the beginnings of that chubby you're attempting to hide, I think you'd prefer to hear a sexual fantasy. This one's hot. It's about Richard Biggs."

"I have no idea who he is."

"Of course you don't. He's an actor who plays a doctor, medical, on Babylon Five. He's tall, thin, black, and one of the most handsome men on television. Part of the fantasy that really turns me on is the thought of his dark body against my pale white body. The contrast of my blond hair and blue eyes against his black hair, brown eyes, and dark brown cock, just skyrockets me, but I'm getting ahead of myself."

"I'm sitting in a bar, in a hotel, along the coast. I see this handsome man sitting at a table alone, nursing a drink. I've been watching him for half an hour. I pick up my drink and walk over to his table. 'Hi, mind if I join you?'"I ask.

'Hi, I though I was waiting for someone, but she doesn't seem to be showing.'

'Will my company do for the time being?'

He looks me over. 'Yeah, I don't like drinking alone.'

He signals for another drink. The waiter brings a drink and I notice the dart board. 'You feel like a game of darts?'

'Sure. I'm pretty good at darts.'

We take our drinks to the baord and grab the darts. He rapidly shows me he knows his way around a dart board. 'You're throwing them wrong,' he says. He steps up behind me and presses his firm body against mine. His hand grasps mine, and he walks me through a throw.

'That felt good,' I say. 'Could we try that again?'

'Okay.' He again presses his body against mine. This time I grind back against his crotch, and he shudders. He pulls even closer to me until I can fell his growing cock pressing out against my own jeans. 'Feels nice, doesn't it,' he whispers in my ear, as he guides me through another throw. He doesn't move away when the dart leaves my hand.

'Do you swing?' he asks.

'Yes. You?'

'Well, I, er, I have been known to, way back in high school. You know, kid stuff. Circle jerks, stuff like that, but never...'

'I'm not looking for a long term commitment here,' I say. 'I have a room upstairs. I'm here for the convention. I'm interested, if you are.'

'This would be a first for me. I mean, not a real first, but a first pick up kind of thing.' He glances around nervously. 'I have to be more discrete. I'm a big television star.'

'I know, I've seen you. Why do you think I came over to you?'

'Are you some kind of groupie?'

I discretely reach down and grope his crotch. 'I'm not exactly a star fucker, so to speak. Think of me as a gropie.' I squeeze his crotch and feel his growing cock. 'It looks like you got stood up anyway. The least I can do is relieve some of that growing tension.'

We leave the bar. He is almost hanging on to me, but just my shoulder. 'I really want to do this, but I need you to sort of walk me through it.'

'You mean like you walked me through darts?'

He smiles. 'Yeah.'

'How do you want it to be?'

'I'm not sure I know what you mean?'

'Are you looking for rough, fast, hot, slow, tender, all out sex, or don't kiss me I'm straight blowjob sex?'

His eyes widen as we step off the elevator on my floor. He is silent as he follows me to my room. 'I never thought about it.'

'Too bad.'

'I'd like to have a hot sensusal experience. I'd like to experience it all, if that's possible?'

Now I smile. 'You're only limited by your own mind,' I say. I run my hand up his jacket to his shoulder and neck, and the back of his head. His eyes meet mine, and I pull him forward unitl our lips meet, tentatively, then, pressing together, I begin to explore his mouth with my tongue. My hands roam over his body, removing his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. I feel his hands begin to slowly explore my chest, opening my own shirt and pinching my left nipple gently.

We break our kiss and he steps back. 'Wow! That was...I don't know. That was hot.' He removes his shirt as I remove mine, and we stand facing each other. We both kick off our shoes, and he approaches me again. 'Can we kiss some more?'

I laugh, and he pulls me to him. His hot skin burns against mine. He kisses me, and his tongue explores my mouth. We kiss-walk to the bed, and fall back on it. His hands are now groping my crotch and ass as his tongue explores my mouth, throat and neck. I feel him open my belt, undo my pants, and pull down the zipper. His big hands kneed my crotch, and I begin to return the favor. As he reveals my blue mid-rise brief, I position myself to open his pants.

First I pull down his fly and reach into his slacks. He's wearing soft cotton boxers. I reach into the fly and feel his hot cock. He moves back a bit and I pull his cock from his pants. It's huge. Twice the length of my hand. At least eleven inches. He watches me as I move forward and take the dark tip into my mouth. He moans at the touch of my tongue to the soft underside of his tip. I begin sucking, sliding my tongue down the shaft and taking as much as I can in my mouth. I'm determined to take the whole thing, but I can't manage to swallow it all.

'Yeah, suck me.' He moans, his hands pulling my briefs down to reveal my own seven incher.

I stop for a breath. 'I'm a lot smaller than you,' I say, as I remove his pants and white boxers.

'Most guys are. Tiny is tastier.' With that he opens his mouth and takes my entire cock in it.

'Oh God! You are good,' I say. I look at his dark low hanging balls. I move on them quickly, sucking and licking each orb. They are perfect, his body is perfect. He moves to position himself kneeling over me, feeding his long hot cock into my mouth, thrusting slowly, gently. I run my hands over his firm muscular ass, and between his crack. He shivers as my finger makes contact.

'I want to eat you ass,' I say, pulling back from his cock. We reposition, his lying on his stomach, a pillow tucked under him, and his beautiful brown ass opened for me. I lean forward, and begin licking gently, sticking my tongue as far in as I can. He moans loudly. I reach under him and begin stroking his long hard cock.

'Let me fuck you?' he asks.

Now I pause. 'I've never had anything that big up me before.'

'Please? I'll be gentle.'

'We can try it.' I say, handing him a condom from the draw next to the bed. 'Please, go slow.'

'I will.' He says. He repositions himself behind me, taking some of the ky I offer him, and gently probing my ass. His fingers explore for a while, then he stops. 'I want to do this facing you. Get on your back.'

I do as he says, my legs now on his shoulders. I look down and see his rock hard cock, pointing straight out. I feel the tip pushing against my hole. Then the shaft slowly slipping in, inch by inch. Suddenly, my own cock hardens like it never did before. He smiles.

'I must've hit your prostate. Look at that cock.' He gently thrusts into me and backs out, all the way to the tip, and then faster, back in. His hand wraps around my cock and he pumps it as he fucks me. Faster and harder he slams into me. I've never felt such pain and pleasure all at once.

'Fuck me! Yes, Richard, fuck me!' I reach forward and pinch his nipples and grope his chest while he pounds into my ass.

'YES!' he shouts. 'Oh yeah!' He squeezes my cock hard and I shoot hot cum up over my chest. He pulls out of my ass, tugs off the condom, and pumps his own cock til it shoots jets of cum across my chest and stomach. He falls forward on top of me. Our lips meet and his tongue delves into my mouth again.

When our kiss breaks he rolls over. 'Damn, you were good.'

'The same goes for you. There's more if you've got the time?'

He looks at me. 'Damn right I got the time. You know, I should tell you, I knew who you were from Jerry's description of you.'

'Jerry? Oh! He told you?'

'Jerry Doyle wouldn't keep something as hot as you a secret from me.'

'So this was kind of a set up?'

'Something like that. I hope you aren't mad?'

'Mad? I got to suck on the biggest cock I've ever had, and had one of the best fucks I've ever had. And I'm gonna do it again before you leave. Only this time I'm gonna fuck you. Let's hit the showers first.'

He smiles and kisses me again.

"We'll doc, that flag pole in your pants tells me you like the fantasy."

"Yes."

"See you next week."

Psyched Out Seventeen: Anderson Cooper by R. A. Swain

"Hi Doc, how's it hangin'?"

"Fine. I see you made it on time."

"Yeah, couldn't sleep last night anyway, so I've been up for a while."

"Why couldn't you sleep?"

"I haven't sleep well since Bob dumped me for Leah. I just hate the thought of him being with her, even if he really doesn't love her or feel about her the way he felt about me."

"What makes you think he doesn't love her?"

"He told me he couldn't face his sexuality, and she was going to make the perfect trophy wife. A cover for him, so he could fake being straight until he could turn straight. His first wife was too butch anyway, so Leah gets to be his cover story. I really don't want to talk about Bob and his bitch, er, second wife. It just fills me with rage since he told me he couldn't be gay because society wouldn't accept him as gay. He's an asshole, and I really just can't think about how much his self-rejection has hurt me.

"Besides, I'm sure you'd rather hear about my latest fantasy."

"Whatever you want to talk about is fine. Someday you'll have to face up to Bob and he'll obviously have to face up to himself."

"Well, let him face himself tomorrow. Today I'll tell you about a totally hot guy I saw on T.V. last nigt. Anderson Cooper, he's a news anchor on ABC World News Now. He's on all night long. He has gorgeous steel blue eyes, white/blond hair, thin face, with a great pointed nose and is probably tall, but I've only seen him sitting.

"In my fantasy, it's early morning in New York, in the heat of the summer. I'm walking along and stop in front of a chinese resturant. I'm reading the menu posted on the window, when this tall, hot guy walks up next to me. He's wearing a blue shirt with the sleves rolled up, tan slacks, brown shoes, a red and blue striped tie, with his neck button open. I glance over at him and he nods back."

'Early for chinese I say,' hoping to strike up a conversation.

'I work nights. This'll be dinner before I hit the sheets,' he replies.

'I'm a night owl myself. Just looking for a snack before I return to my lonely apartment.'

'Hey, why don't we get something here and you join me back at my place?' he suggests.

I look at him. 'Do you always invite strangers back to your place?'

'Sorry, I thought I was reading some good vibes from you.'

'You are, I'm just giving you a chance to back out if you're not sure.'

'I'm sure. How about some Kaw Gai Po, and fried rice?'

'Throw in an egg roll and I'm yours.'

'Literally?'

'Metaphorically. We'll discuss the rest after we eat.'

We order and head back to his upper westside apartment. Once there we open the food. 'Man it's goona be hot out today,' he says.

'Yeah, kind of warm in here too,' I say.

'I know, the A/C doesn't work too well. Take off your shirt if you'll be more comfortable.'

I slowly unbutton my shirt, as he does the same. He's wearing a t-shirt beneath his, but I never wear them. He peels off his shirt before removing his tie, leaving a comical figure wearing a tie and t-shirt.

'I like it, leave your tie on for awhile,' I say with a chuckle.

He obliges, but removes his t-shirt revealing a blond fuzz across his chest. We eat, stealing glances at each other's naked chests for the better part of an hour. 'You want another beer?' he asks.

'Only if you're having one,' I say.

He goes into the kitchen, clearing away the cartons with him. I walk around his apartment, and to the terrace. I step outside on the balcony. He joins me, handing me a cold beer. I turn and look into his eyes, so blue. He looks like he wants to kiss me, or at least I'm reading it that way. He backs off a bit, and I grab his necktie, pulling him closer to me again. This time our lips meet. He has the most kissable lips, a sly curve at the corners, perfect for my tongue to part and explore his hot mouth. His tongue wrestles with mine for a few minutes.

'Let's take this inside,' he says, breaking the kiss. 'I don't need my neighbors seeing this side of me.'

Once inside I stop him, infront of the sliding glass doors, and turn him around. I reach around his waist, while kissing his back, and undo his pants. They fall around his ankles, and reveal white briefs. I massage the bulge in them, pointing out that there is a building across the street and a wall of balconies facing him.

'How about we show them your cock?' I ask. My hand reaching into the top of his briefs and wrapping around what has to be at least eight inches.

'Go ahead,' he says.

I release his cock, and pull his briefs down, still not seeing his cock, but viewing a fantastic ass that I just have to eat. I lean him forward against the window and spread his asscheeks. 'Oh yeah,' he moans, as my tongue gently licks it's way around the bud before me. My hand stroking his growing cock, the full lenght. Finally I stop rimming him after what seems like hours, and turn him around. He mushroom tip is covered in pre-cum. I reach into my pants pocket and produce a condom. 'Gotta play safe,' I say, and roll it on him. There's at least two inches of shaft not covered my the condom. He's huge.

I take the tip into my mouth and slowly circle my tongue around it, I lick down the underside of the shaft and back up toward the tip. I stop and start to kiss my way up his flat stomach, across his chest, counting his ribs. He's thin, but very sexy. I remove my pants on my way up, and our dicks begin their sword play as I kiss him again. This time he really gets into the kissing, and I feel his fist around my cock. I produce another condom and sheath myslef up, before we both fall to the floor, him on top of me. With expert moves he spins around so he can gobble down on my cock. His own work of art is pressing against my lips, and soon I'm taking as much of the massive shaft as I can. With a few movements he is kneeling over me, thrusting into my mouth. Fucking my face for all he's worth.

I feel his mouth swallowing my cock, and his noes pressing against my balls. I can't hold back, and I shoot a load. He smiles.

'Roll over. I wanna lube up your ass and fuck you,' he says.

'I don't know, you're huge. It might hurt.'

'I'll be gently. You can do me afterwards, if that'll help?'

He begins eating my ass, and soon it's well lubed with his spit. Then I feel his tip pressing against my waiting hole, knowing how big he is, and feeling him slowly ease into me. I want to focus on the pain, but I relax and let him move slowly. He pulls himself to me, until I feel as if he'll reach my stomach if he keep sliding into me. He leans down, puts his arms around me, kisses my neck, and whispers 'I told you I'd be gentle.' He begins to slowly thrust in and out, my own cock getting hard again at the fucking my ass is getting.

His thrusts pick up, and soon, soon, soon, he it slamming into to me and jerking me off at the same time. He shudders and I shudder at the same time, shooting my second load all over the window before me. Even through the condom I feel the pulsing of his cock as he comes and comes and comes. When he pulls out of me I turn around and see the cum oozing down the shaft of the condom, and running out the bottom around his balls.

'I come alot,' he says with a sheepish smile.

'You'd better be able to do that again. I think we'll make a night of this,' I say. 'Let's shower and hit your sheets.'

"Well Doc, looks like I've got another winner, judging from the bulge in your slacks. Same time next week?"

Psyched Out Eighteen: Carson Daly by R. A. Swain

"Hi Doc, late again. I know, I try to be on time, but what's the real use. Time is irrelevant; it's all compressed and the past is the future and the future is the past. It all happens at once. At least, according to Druid beliefs it all happens at once."

"I'm not a Druid."

"Nor am I. I'm Wiccan, but that's an entire other topic we can talk about some other time."

"Would you like to talk about Bob today?"

"Me? This Bob? Or, my Bob the one I loved?"

"The other Bob."

"No. Oh, I know I'm going to drive myself crazy if I keep hoping he'll come back to me, which I do, but I can't seem to shake this feeling that Bob and I will one day be together again, and he'll face his homosexuality, and divorce that bitch, Leah, and he and I will live happily everafter. Okay, tell, me I'm nuts."

"No...."

"Self-delusional?"

"Maybe...."

"Well, that's why I'd rather talk about this cute young hunk I saw on MTV. His name is Carson Daly. He's a VeeJay. I know, I can tell by the look in your eyes, you have no idea who I'm talking about, do you?"

"Well, I haven't been watching MTV in a long time."

"It's okay. He's this hot guy, with dark hair, smiling eyes, a hairy chest, and probably a great build beneath those lousy baggy clothes he wears."

"So tell me about him."

Okay, the fantasy begins in the MTV Winter Break Ski Lodge. It's late one evening....

'Yo Dude, what are you doing up?' He asks, walking into the lobby.

'Hi Carson. I'm just trying to get tomorrows schedules straight.'

'What exactly do you do around here?'

'Think of me as the concierge. I take care of everything that needs taking care of,' I say, staring at the crotch of his baggy pants.

'Do you ever take a break?'

'Why, are you in need of something?'

'I might be.' He looks at me a long time in silence then, 'I sure could use some relaxation.'

'How about a hot tub?'

'Alone?'

'No, I feel like a break. Let's go, I've got the key.'

We leave the lobby and go upstairs to a patio looking out over a snow covered valley. 'A bit chilly out here,' he says.

'Yeah, but the water is 104 degrees. perfect to warm you up,' I say. I pull my sweater over my head and tug my t-shirt off after it.

'What are you doing?' he asks.

'Getting undressed. We can't go in with our clothes on. Come on Carson, strip.'

He looks around while I shuck my jeans and light blue briefs. he eyes my naked body as he drops his pants. 'The cold sure shrinks you,' he says jokingly.

I hop into the hot water while watching him remove his sweater and t-shirt, revealing a very hairy chest. 'Don't worry. The water will bring you back to full size,' I say. I smile as he tugs his flannel boxers off and quickly jumps into the water before I can get a good look at him.

'Mmmmmm, this feels great,' he says.

'Would you like me to rub your shoulders?'

'Would you?'

'Move over here between my legs. I'll rub your shoulders and back.'

He does as I tell him to and moves between my legs. 'Whoa, Dude, you've got a boner.'

'Relax,' I say. 'You will too, after a few minutes in this warm water, once I start rubbing my hands over your shoulders.' Without a pause I begin massaging his shoulders, and running my hands under the water across his hairy chest. I casually touch his nipples and he jumps. 'Something wrong?'

'My nipples are sensitive. Go gentle on them.'

My hands glide over his chest again, gently rubbing his nipples, and then through the fur across his belly. I slide my hands lower and discover a good hard eight inches of cock jutting up from his lap. 'I knew the warm water would work wonders on you,' I say. My fist wraps around his shaft and pumps it a few times.

'Yeah, is this part of the massage?'

'It can be. Unless you'd like to get out of here and go back to my room for some more privacy?'

Carson reaches for a towel, and stands up revealing his hard cock pointing toward his stomach. I grab a towel and follow suit, as we both grab our clothing and head back into the ski lodge. A few minutes later we're in my room. There is a low fire burning in the fireplace. Carson drops his towel and warms himself before the fire. I kneel before him, and face his stiff cock.

'I think you'd like a mouth massage now, right?' I ask.

His eyes meet mine, and I open ly mouth and gently lick the mushroom tip of his cock, running my tongue down the underside of his shaft to his furry balls. He moans as my hands mold his hairy butt and and probe between his crack to the pink bud waiting to be penetrated.

'Dude, let's sixty-nine,' he says, falling to his knees and facing my cock. Soon, before the fire, we are rubbing our bodies together, his furry belly against my smooth skin. Our mouths full of each other's hot shafts. I feel his fingers running between my legs to my waiting hole.

'Fuck me,' I say, pulling away from his cock. I get some lube from the draw next to the bed, and a couple of condoms. I watch Carson silently lube my hole, probing it with his fingers, as I slip the condom over his cock. He smiles at me, takes a handfull of lube and fists his sheathed erection with it. Then, positioning himself with his tip against my hole, my legs on his shoulders, he thrusts into me in one quick motion. I feel his hair balls against my ass and know all eight inches are inside of me.

He begins to thrust in and out, squeezing my cock with his lubed hand while he pumps my ass. Faster and faster until he pulls out, tugs the comdon off and shots his load across my stomach and chest. He continues to jerk my cock in a squeezing rhythm until I can take no more and my own cum joins his across my stomach. He collapses on top of me. His lips meeting mine. His tongue probing my mouth. I feel him exploring me with his hands, tongue and his, once again, growing cock.

'I want to rim you,' I whisper in his ear, and move from beneath him before he has a chance to think about it. Behind him I marvel at the sight of his hot ass in the fire light. Hairy, but perfectly shaped. I spread his cheeks and run my tongue down the crack to his winking bud. He shudders as my tongue glides gently around it, and lick each side of it probing it slowly. I grab a second condom and cover my own growning cock. My fingers are already probing his hole, to the first joint, the second, to the knuckle. Then another finger. He is moaning and crying softly.

'Please, do it,' he begs.

I move up between his legs, pulling him to his knees. I copy his movement with the lube, fisting my own erection, and then slowly, pressing the tip into his hot hole. It's ten times as hot as the hot tub, and tight. It feels like he is crushing my cock, but I push on, slowly. He moans and pushes back on my cock. Soon I feel his furry balls rubbing against mine, and I begin thrusting. Our balls are slapping together, and I reach beneath him and begin jerking his stiff cock. He is moaning loudly and I am pumping furiously. I feel the cum boiling to my tip, and pull out, stripping off the condom as a stream of hot cum shoots over his hairy ass. He bucks and I feel his cock pulse in my hand. He rolls over to reveal his own hot cum covering his furry chest.

"Well Doc, judging for the woodie I see tenting those chinos, you'll be watching more MTV."

"Same time next week?"

"Definitely."

Psyched Out Nineteen: The End Dennis Quaid and Alec Baldwin by R.A. Swain

"Hey Doc, sorry I'm late you wouldn't believe all the cop cars downstairs. Sorry, am I early, or is this a group session?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm one of the Doc's patients, and you?"

"I'm Detective Sandoval, and this is police psychologist, Doctor Greenberg. Did you say this man is your doctor?"

"Yeah, why? Hey Doc, did you forget to pay a parking ticket?"

"This man isn't a doctor. This is Sidney Karposian, the brother-in-law to this building's landlord. The architect name on the door, that's the landlord. Sid here is the building's maintenance man."

"This is some kind of a joke, right? Some therapy trick to try and get me to reveal all my inner angst against Bob and Leah?"

"This isn't a joke, I assure you," Doc Greenberg said. "Who are Bob and Leah?"

"My ex-lover and his trophy wife--Do you mean I've been coming here for 19 weeks telling a janitor my kinkiest sexual fantasies?"

"Yes."

"And you are a real doctor?"

"Yes."

"And he's not?"

"No."

"Great, just when I thought I was getting somewhere. I can't believe this. First my lover dumps me for a trophy wife, then tries to kill me, then I finally start to get therapy, and now I find out he's a janitor, not a therapist, and all my fantasies have been revealed to a complete stranger, with no medical background. Hey Doc! I want my money back! You quack!"

"That's good, go with the hostility," Doc Greenberg said. "Vent, release, relax."

"You relax, I'm out mega-bucks to that pervert who wasn't qualified to listen to my sexual fantasies. No wonder he got a boner every time I told him about some celebrity I fantasized about."

"Did he ever do anything about his, er, his erection in front of you?" "No, he was completely professional, for a fraud. So, now what do I do?"

"Would you like to talk about how this makes you feel?"

"Hurt, betrayed, just like when Bob told me he had feelings for me that society wouldn't accept. And again when he told me he was marrying Leah because she would make the perfect trophy wife. You know, I really don't want to talk about it. I'd rather tell you about this fantasy I had last night."

"Fantasy? If that's what makes you feel comfortable, go right ahead."

"What about them? I don't know if I should share a fantasy with a police detective listening in."

"Don't worry, Sandoval is completely trustable. Besides, I'm sure it isn't anything he hasn't heard before."

"All right, you're the doctor."

My fantasy starts out as usual, I walking along a deserted road in Montana. My car has broken down and I'm heading back toward the last town I passed. A pickup truck comes toward me and slows down. The guy in the truck asks me, 'Can I give you a lift?'

I look at him. He's really familiar, and then I recognize him, it's Dennis Quaid, the actor. 'Sure,' I say. 'I'm heading into town.'

'Not that way. Town's back the other way.'

'My car broke down, and I was looking for a repair shop.'

'Don't worry, we can go back to my place and call for a repair from there. By the way, I'm Dennis.'

'I know. I'm Bob.'

We drive for about twenty minutes, me mostly telling him how much I like his movies, and then we pull up to this huge ranch house. He gets out and I follow him. 'Hey honey, I'm home, and I brought a guest,' he calls out when he enters the front door.

I figure I'm going to get to meet Meg Ryan, but instead Alec Baldwin comes down the stairs. 'It's about time you got back. Did you bring chips? Hey, I know you.' he points to me. 'You're the guy who crashed my brother's beach house party last year.'

'You know this guy?' Dennis asks.

'Oh yeah! Real well.'

I blush a bit remembering what I did with him and his brothers. 'Yeah, it was a great weekend.'

Dennis looks between me and Alec. 'The phones in the kitchen with the repair shop number on the pad next to it.'

I go to make the call. When I return to the living room, Dennis smiles. 'You might what to shower and clean up. You can borrow my clothes, in the first bedroom at the top of the stairs.'

'Yeah, but if you want underwear, go to the second bedroom,' Alec says, 'cause Dennis here rarely wears any and probably doesn't even have any here.'

Dennis winks at me. 'With Meg and Kim off doing a film together, they left us guys to do the bachelor thing. I just haven't gotten around to doing my laundry.'

I smile back and head upstairs. A nice warm shower washes the dirty from the road away, and I wrap a towel around my waist. As I leave the bathroom, Alec is standing by the bedroom door.

'Hi, I'm glad you remembered me,' I say.

'Remember, how could I forget what we did.' He steps over to me and pulls away my towel. 'Still like I remember it, long and hard.'

'Where's Dennis?' I ask.

'Denny's down in the kitchen, working on dinner, I thought I'd pop up for an hors d'oeuvre. Although this looks more like a main course.' Alec pulls me to him, and I start opening his shirt, revealing his hairy chest. I like the feel of his chest against mine. My hands start groping his crotch, and soon I have his pants and briefs down to his knees, and I'm on mine, sucking his hot throbbing cock.

A throat clearing behind us startles me. I turn, and see Dennis standing in the doorway. His shirt is off, and he's opening his pants. I can already tell he's both very hard, and not wearing any underwear. 'I though you were gonna wait till after dinner?'

'I couldn't resist. I guess dinner is gonna be late?'

'Not judging from the size of that monster on Bob. I'm gonna be munching on that hot ass of his, and swallowing a hot cock.' Dennis says.

'Hold on. Let's switch. Dennis, you take my place,' Alec says, 'and I'll take his butt.'

'Guys, don't fight over me. I'll give you both a chance. However, I do want to give Dennis a blowjob,' I say.

Dennis takes his place before me, and I start to suck his 6" cut piece of meat. It's slim, and smooth to touch. His chest has a smattering of hair across it, and his stomach is six-pack hard against my forehead as I tickle the back of my throat with his cock tip. I feel Alec rubbing his hairy chest against my ass, and then I feel him slap me hard on my butt. His hot mouth follows and then, after what seems like an eternity of rimming, I feel him beer can thick cock pushing into me. Short strokes at first, and then quick long ones. Dennis is riding my mouth, and grinding his cock into my throat, and I'm taking all I can. It doesn't take long, and Dennis is pulling out of my mouth.

'I wanna cum on your chest,' he says, and I stroke him several times before he shoots hot white cum over me.

'Oh yeah!' he shouts.

I feel Alec pulling out of me and before I know it, he's shooting his load across my ass and over my back.

The three of us slump together on the floor. 'Looks like you'll need another shower,' Alec says.

'Anyone wanna join me?' I ask.

'I think we all need one,' Dennis says.

"So Doc, what do you think?"

"I think you should set up a schedule of appointments with my office, starting next week. Here's my card."

"Okay Doc. By the way, is that a professional evaluation in your pants, or are you just glad to have a new patient?"

The End

This ends Psyched Out. Look for new stuff from me soon. Feedback or questions mnhowler@aol.com or docswain@aol.com