I had been married to a woman for many years. Over the years, as our sex life cooled, I found myself often fantasizing about naked men, erections and various forms of gay sex. While I wasn't bothered by this, I was confused, I decided maybe a meeting with s therapist might help.
During our first session, after talking to the therapist about my uncertainty about my same sex feelings, he said he wanted to try a kind of guided imagery with me. He wanted me to close my eyes and speak aloud a fantasy of mine. He said that I should really use my imagination to be as in the moment as possible. I was a bit nervous, but after some encouragement I agreed, so I closed my eyes and began to recount this fantasy:
I'm in the locker room of a commercial gym. It's late, near closing, and as I'm sitting on a bench putting on my shoes and socks, a very athletic swimmer comes in from the pool in a speedo. As he is toweling off, I can clearly see the outline of his cock through his suit. As he bends down to pull off his suit, he catches me looking at him. Knowing I've been caught, I freeze. The swimmer then pulls his wet suit off and stands up with his hips slightly forward and walks over. I'm frozen in place. His cock is so close to my face I can feel the heat of his body. The swimmer just stands there as his cock slowly starts to rise. My eyes are glued to his perfect looking cock, just inches from my face as it slowly continues to rise and gets completely hard.
As I was recounting the story to the therapist, he noticed me shifting uncomfortably in my seat as my own cock was straining against my pants. "You can take it out if you need to, just focus on making the fantasy as real as possible." the therapist told me. I paused for a moment, uncertain. But then, keeping my eyes closed, I was so into the fantasy that I pulled out my hard cock and began stroking it.
I told the therapist that: the swimmer takes his rock hard cock and starts brushing it against my face. I was so turned on that I really felt as though I could actually feel the swimmer's cock on my face. After a few seconds, I said that the swimmer reaches down and uses his thumb on my chin to pull my mouth open. I felt a thumb against my chin and before I knew what was happening, I felt the therapist slowly sliding his hard cock into my mouth. He told me to keep my eyes closed "until the fantasy is done". Instinctively I started to work my tongue across the bottom of his cockhead. He didn't say a word, as I worked my way up and down his shaft. I heard a few soft moans and after a few minutes he pulled me to my feet and shuffled me to the side a few feet and then turned me around. He pushed me forward and gently bent me over the arm of the couch. He told me to reach back and pull my ass cheeks apart, and I did. I felt something warm and wet press against my hole, and gasped as he popped his head through. Very slowly he began to thrust in and out, getting deeper and deeper until he was all the way inside me. He carefully began picking up speed, and my hips were forced back and forth repeatedly, causing my throbbing cock to rub against the arm of the couch. I realized that I was getting close, and wondering how I was going to keep from coming on his couch. After a few more frantic thrusts, I heard him take a big breath and then moan as I felt the base of his cock repeatedly twitching against my hole. Thinking of him unloading in me was too much and I shot a huge load all over the arm of the couch.
After a moment he pulled me up and pulled my pants up to my hands. I instinctively pulled up and buttoned my pants and he lead me back to my seat. After another moment he told me to open my eyes, and he was seated in his chair again as if he'd never moved. "How did sharing that fantasy feel?" he asked me. I told him it felt amazing. He said that he thought with some more work on taking some deep dives into my fantasies that he believed we could make some real progress. He then smiled, "I'll see you next week."