The following story is a work of fiction, all of the characters are completely fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The motivation of the main character "Jim" is based on a real event but the consequences are fantasy. Readers who have an interest in CFNM are encouraged to comment and those comments will be responded to in the spirit in which they are expressed!
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"Mr. Connelly."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Doctor can see you now." Dr. Glass's receptionist Harriet announced. "Please come this way." She ushered James Connelly into Dr. Glass's office. "He will be with you shortly."
"Thank-you." Jim was uncomfortable to say the least. His wife insisted he get counseling as a condition of their reconciliation. He didn't relish the idea of baring his soul to a stranger but if he wanted to keep his miss-deeds a secret from his children and resume his life as a husband, father and new grandfather he knew he would have to meet his wife's demands.
Jim watched the middle aged lady as she turned to leave. She was attractive in a matronly sort of way. Her legs especially looked very nice in the moderate heels she wore beneath her plain navy blue skirt and conservative white blouse; her long hair was held back by a simple navy head band. Strange he thought; most women don't seem to wear heels any more at work, just those "comfortable" athletic shoes! She closed the door and he looked around the office; it had the usual large desk and as he might have expected a leather couch with two matching easy chairs. The view of the courtyard was pleasant but not spectacular. The coffee table had a silver tray with a crystal pitcher of ice water and two matching glasses. "Good morning, Mr. Connelly. I'm Roosevelt Glass, it' nice to meet you, may I call you Jim?"
"Of course."
"Good! Please take a seat. You can call me Rosy or Doctor, whatever makes you comfortable."
"Thank-you, Doctor."
"Jim, I suppose you are wondering why you didn't fill out any long involved forms before our first meeting and that's a good question. I believe that our first interview shouldn't be colored by any preconceived notions that I might infer from some stale form. I'd like to hear, in your own words; just what it is that seems to be troubling you. Does that sound reasonable to you?"
"Yes, Doctor."
'Good! Then why don't you begin."
Jim took a deep breath, let half out and said,"My wife wants me to get counseling because she believes I might be a danger to her and our children and grand children."
"Are you a danger to others?"
"I don't think so."
"What would cause her to think that?"
"She caught me reading porn and masturbating one evening." There! He said it out loud. He was blushing but the horrible truth was out in the open.
"Why were you doing that?"
"Well...."
"Please don't be shy, Jim, so far you haven't said anything that I haven't heard before."
"Mostly because we haven't been having sex for a while."
"How long a while, Jim?
"It's been over two years, Doctor."
"Oh my.... What kind of porn were you reading?"
Jim blushed again but whispered, "Gay."
"Did you say 'Gay', Jim?"
Jim looked at his feet and mumbled, "Yes."
"Did that help you to achieve orgasm?"
"Yes."
"What was it about the gay porn that excited you?"
"I don't know, I just kept going back to it."
"There are many kinds of porn, Jim; something about the gay porn attracted you."
"Maybe, maybe it was because of the dreams I've been having."
"Hmmm..mm. Tell me about your dreams."
"Well, at first I would be making love to a beautiful naked woman and I would be kissing her and then she would push me towards her breasts and I would suck on her nipples. Then she would push me towards her tummy and I would kiss her navel and stomach. Finally she would push me towards her pussy and I would lick it. When I sucked on her clit it would grow and grow until it was like a penis and I would suck it until it got hard and went down my throat. Usually I would wake up then but not before the woman would be calling me her 'cocksucker'."
"And that, in turn, led you to read about men having oral sex?"
"Yes, Doctor." Jim sighed, he felt surprisingly good and almost relieved to have unburdened himself.
"Any other dreams?"
"I sometimes dream that I can suck my own cock!"
"Jim." Dr. Glass began, "You are like millions of men who are going through a sort of mid life crisis. Part of it stems from your wife's loss of interest in sex and part of it is a natural curiosity about a life style that is foreign to your upbringing. Why does your wife think you might be a danger to your family? Have you ever acted out?"
"Absolutely not, Doctor."
"Jim, I'm going to be quite candid with you. I don't see you as a threat to your family. Your fantasy life seems to be just that, a fantasy that you keep hidden from others. Your wife 'catching' you on the other hand complicates things. Maybe you wanted to be caught! I could write a letter to your wife and I'm sure you two would live out the rest of your lives happily. Or, I can recommend a program that is designed to help you understand and control your urges. It's a program that I call 'Dealing with the Male Midlife Crisis' it's covered by most insurance policies these days and it would only require that you pay the usual fifteen dollar co-pay per visit. You are not obligated to stay in the program for any set length of time. You and you alone decide when the program is not helping you any longer. Before you decide I must advise you that there is a pre-acceptance physical that is conducted by my staff that is designed to help me understand you. It does involve nudity but I assure you that it is absolutely necessary for a proper evaluation. Would you like some time to think it over?"
"Doctor, I know in my heart that I'm not a danger to my family but I am concerned about those dreams and my wife has been most adamant that I get counseling so if your program can help me understand myself and eventually rid me of these unnatural desires then I think it will be worth the effort."
"That's the spirit, Jim. But you mustn't think of your curiosity about gay sexual practices as unnatural. Male to male sex in nature happens all the time for many reasons, one of which is that some animals are just horny and no females are available. One might think of having sex with animals or a corpse as unnatural but while gay sex is not as accepted socially as heterosexual relationships that doesn't make it unnatural. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Doctor."
"Good, now the pre-acceptance physical takes about an hour, should we schedule it for sometime next week or would you like me to see if Gloria can squeeze you in this morning!"
"I always say 'there's no time like the present'."
"I like your positive attitude, Jim. Remember, your co-operation is necessary for a proper diagnosis so whatever Gloria requires you will co-operate, do you understand?"
"Yes, Doctor."
Dr. Glass called his head nurse, Gloria, into his office and explained that Jim was a candidate for the midlife crisis program and that if there was time he would like to take the pre-acceptance physical right away.
"By all means, Doctor." She seemed very cheerful considering she was being asked to conduct an unscheduled physical. "Please come with me Mr. Connelly."
Gloria was an attractive blond with sparkling blue eyes; her smile and easy good humor were disarming. She was a throw back to the old days of medicine; insisting on wearing a freshly starched white uniform complete with cap and white stockings and like the receptionist she too wore heels, not the severe stiletto style but a conservative pump. Jim couldn't help but watch her behind swaying from side to side as he followed her out of Dr. Glass's office and into a large room that was divided into work stations. There was an examination table, a scale, a treadmill on one side and a small lab in one corner. Another part of the room was devoted to files. As they walked past the file area, Gloria introduced Jim to Harriet Peters, the bookkeeper/receptionist.
"We met when I checked in at the reception desk." Jim smiled as he nodded to her.
"Yes, Mr. Connelly but the pleasure is all mine!" Harriet smiled knowingly.
"I wonder why she would say that." Jim thought.
As they passed the lab area Gloria introduced Sylvia Williams, also an attractive middle aged woman who, unlike the others wore those awful light green "scrubs" that so many of the new professionals wore. Her red hair was cut in an easy to care for "bob" that exposed the freckles on her neck and back; even without lipstick her lips were full and inviting. The v-neck gave a glimpse of her cleavage and made her look sterile but very sexy. The scrubs hid the shape of her body but oddly made her look athletic! "Sylvia will be helping me with your physical, Mr. Connelly, and taking your blood samples for the STD tests."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Connelly! Sylvia cooed; her green eyes sparkled when she smiled and looked up at him. "I'll be with you in just a minute, Gloria."
"What kind of tests?" Jim asked.
"Sexually Transmitted Disease, Mr. Connelly. We need to be absolutely positive that all participants in the program are free of disease.
"Oh."
"Here we are! There's a bank of lockers in this room Mr. Connelly, please remove all your clothing including your shoes and socks, there are hangers if you want them. Paper booties can be found in the top drawer of that little table if you would like to use them. When you are ready please call me."
