Cooper Meets His New Therapist Pt 01

All characters in this work of fiction are 18+

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Part 1

Cooper sat in the plush leather chair, his legs crossed, hands clasped tightly together. The room was filled with the scent of expensive leather and the faint hum of a distant white noise machine in the hall.

As he waited for the therapist to show up, he scanned the tiny room. There was the large green couch he sat on with a small side table, a leather chair across the way with a small desk next to it. Two floor lamps lit the space in a soft warmth. A large cabinet sat in the corner with a wall covered in certifications and degrees. They all read Shawn Williams, the doctor he was waiting on. There were so many letters following the man's name: ABPP, LPC, LMHC in BNWO. What did they all mean, Cooper wondered. At least he was well-trained.

The white man felt his hair stand on end as the door began to open. A much harsher light filled the room as the doctor stepped in. The doctor was a tall, elegant black man with deep brown skin, warm eyes, and a confident posture. He wore stylish glasses, a tailored blazer, and had neatly buzzed short, professional cut. In his hand he held a black leather binder.

"Cooper?" The doctor spoke in a deep tone as he shut the door behind him.

As he entered the room, his tall, muscular frame commanded attention. His dark skin contrasted with the crisp white shirt he wore, the top few buttons undone, revealing a hint of his chest. A long lanyard full of keys swung across his crip shirt. His eyes, a deep brown, met Cooper's gaze immediately, holding it for a moment before he smiled warmly.

"Yes, Doctor," Cooper replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Cooper was a little nervous that the man was black. He had no problem with black people, but considering the reason why he had come today, he suddenly felt far more uncomfortable.

"Please, call me Shawn. We're going to be spending quite a bit of time together, and I'd like to keep things as comfortable as possible." The doctor moved to the leather chair Cooper had been eyeing earlier and took a seat. Opening the binder, Shawn jotted down some notes before turning his attention to the patient.

"Of course." Cooper fidgeted in his seat.

"To start, tell me a little about yourself."

"Oh... uh..." The white man stuttered, unsure where to start. How do you sum up a lifetime in a brief few sentences?

"There is no reason to be nervous," Shawn said softly. Something about this authentic, almost monotone voice was calming. Cooper took a breath. This man was a professional. There was nothing he needed to worry about. Cooper began with who he was in the present, focusing on his job like most people did. Moving out, he explained he didn't have any intimate relationships in the present. Adding, he quickly gave a list of some of his hobbies, including reading and the occasional cooking class. The doctor nodded every so often, taking down a note or two on the clipboard as Cooper went.

There was a pause as he finished speaking. The doctor made a confirming noise beneath his breath. Cooper's gaze moved down to the man's succulent lips. It made him suddenly aware of his thin pink lips that he immediately pressed together unconsciously. Why was every feature on a black man so perfect? He shook the thought. Flipping through some pages in his binder for a moment, the doctor met Cooper's gaze.

Dr. Williams leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes studying Cooper intently for a moment. "Cooper," he said, his voice calm and reassuring, "It sounds like you have a decent life, albeit sort of lonely. But I understand that you're feeling inadequate. That is why you are here today."

Cooper suddenly felt the room run cold as his blood dropped. He was able to push away the reason he set up the appointment with what felt like casual small talk, but it was clear Shawn had gone over the interview questions he had spoken to a receptionist about a week or so prior. Of course, he did! Cooper wasn't surprised; he just... he just wasn't ready.

Cooper shook his head suddenly, beyond embarrassed. Maybe he should have requested a white doctor. He felt bad for even thinking that thought. Was that racist? But considering the subject matter, that probably would have been best. "No, I haven't. I just know it's making me feel terrible about myself. I don't have the best confidence in most situations. I mean, I get by but..." Cooper felt like he was starting to ramble, but Dr. William's attention didn't waver. "...but I don't know. I just... I am not the strongest or the smartest, and obviously, I'm not too well built... I just..."

"I understand." Alex interrupted his ramblings.

Did he understand, Cooper wondered. How could he? How could such an incredible definition of manhood understand what he was experiencing? He was tall. He was attractive. He was obviously built. He has a gorgeous smile. He had tender eyes. He was black! Cooper took a deep breath, trying to push away the consuming thoughts.

"I believe you might be dancing around the actual issue thought." The doctor got more comfortable, spreading his legs a bit, "I have your reason for coming today in my notes, but I would like to hear it from you. In your own words, that is."

Cooper's eyes dropped to the prominent bulge in the man's pants that seemed to beat against the cotton fiber containing it. The white man felt his mind beginning to race. He pushed aside his mind's imagination and the need to take this session seriously if he was going to get the help he needed.

"Well..." He began. How did he discuss this with Alex? The man was professional, he had to keep reminding himself of that. "Well... you see I watch porn... like most men do." Cooper shucked causing the doctor to smile and nod, "It's just I've begun to notice that a lot of porn... has been predominantly..." Cooper stumbled.

"You can say it. This is a safe space, Cooper." The doctor pressed.

"Blacked." Cooper blurted out, "A lot of porn has been blacked."

"I see."

"It seemed to be a fetish thing at first." The patient said. He adjusted himself on the couch, comfortably. A feeling of ease began to come over him. It was out there. "But now it's everywhere. And it's not just in porn. It's all media. Movies, streaming shows, music... I was interested in this girl a little while back, but she... We went on a few dates, but when I called her up again, she shot me down. A few days later, I saw her at the gym with a black man."

"Hmmm, yes." The doctor nodded, "Is that why you are here today?"

"About two weeks ago," Cooper stared at Alex's beautifully polished monk strap oxford shoes, "I had a friend... he was a straight man. Never said he was gay. Not that I would have a problem if he was!" The confirmed allowed, "But he always talked about chicks, but then out of nowhere the next thing I knew he was with some black man. Suddenly we began hanging out ess and I haven't heard from him for about a week now. It just... its odd."

"I hear you." Dr. Williams said, taking some notes down in his binder. There was some silence as the doctor seemed to process his words. "Take the back to the porn you watch."

"Okay..." Cooper said awkwardly. Discussing this with a man was already uncomfortable but a man as beautiful as Shawn was painful.

"When you stumble across this 'blacked' porn as you put it, what do you do?" The doctor adjusted himself in the large leather chair. His legs moved further apart hitting the edges of the arms of the seat.

Cooper's eyes wandered back to that large bulge. Did it contain a massive dick like the ones he saw in all the porn. It couldn't be possible. The industry always picked the biggest and best of any man. Even most of the white men were bigger than him.

"Well... at first, I didn't interact with it. I didn't need to. I guess I wanted men who looked like me... white." Cooper hoped what he was saying didn't sound racist to the man in front of him, "I guess I wanted to imagine myself better."

"That's understandable. Often when we watch porn it is for fantasy so seeing others like us helps us project our own image better. But you said, 'at first', then what happened?"

"Like I said earlier the porn began to spread. It became harder to find white on white porn." The patient paused for a moment trying to find his words, "I was forced to watch porn with black men as the lead... it's been like that for almost a year."

"And that with these issues in media and your current social situation has begun to lead you to the feelings of inadequacy." Dr. Williams took down some notes before closing the binder and setting it on the desk beside him.

"Yes, I guess so." Cooper said allowed.

"I see." The doctor cupped his hands together across his lap, "Now I will say while a lot of the porn industry is black and that is increasing, there is still a lot of white focused content out there so I do find it odd that you just kind of gave up looking for it and stayed on the black on white porn."

Cooper seemed to fidget in his seat.

"What do you feel when you watch these black men inserting themselves into these women?" The doctor asked. Cooper stammered for a moment, unable to find his voice. The doctor's eyebrow raised, "It is just women getting fucked in these scenarios right?" He watched as Eri's face turned red.

"I'm not gay!" Cooper interjected.

"I'm not saying you are." Dr. Williams confirmed, "I just want to know if your porn interest is purely heterosexual black men on women or if..." His voice trailed off. Cooper felt his mind racing. He wasn't gay! He loved women. He always had. It wasn't his fault the industry was consumed by black men.

"I..." the white patient started with a pause, "I have occasionally watched black men fucking white men yes."

The doctor let his words sit there for a moment before nodding.

"And what do you notice about this porn, Cooper?"

"The men... the white men seem to be enjoying themselves." Cooper admitted, "Thought I can't imagine being a bottom in gay sex feels all that great in general, let alone trying to take those massive..." he stopped himself.

"Those massive what?" Shawn pressed. Cooper felt his mouth go dry.

"Massive black dicks."

"Let me ask you this," The doctor said, watching the man begin to bounce his leg out of discomfort. "If we were to look at your search history, the actual words you search... how much of it would have the work black in it?"

"Doctor, what are you implying?" Cooper was beginning to feel frustrated.

"I am just wondering where this obsession is coming from?" Shawn leaned back in his chair. He could see the smaller patient trying to contain his emotions as best he could.

"Its not an obsession! Not mine anyway." Cooper shook his head, his cheeks flushing a bright red. "I just... I can't handle the fact that the world seems to prefer... bigger black cocks. It's like they're taking over, and I just can't compete."

Steepling his fingers in front of him. "Well, Cooper, let's start by addressing the elephant in the room. Yes, black men are often praised for their endowments..." the doctor chuckled a bit, "and for good reason. They are often massive as you said."

Cooper looked at him skeptically. "But how do you explain the fact that so many women seem to prefer black men? And men... I guess."

Shawn chuckled, a deep, reverberating sound. "Cooper, it's not just about race. It's about confidence, about being comfortable in your own skin. Many black men have been raised to embrace their bodies, their sexuality. It's a confidence that transcends us all."

Cooper was silent for a moment, digesting Shawn's words. "But... how do I get that confidence?"

Shawn's eyes darkened, a hint of lust shining through. "Well, Cooper, the fact is... you can't."

Cooper was shocked, "With dicks as small as yours there's no possible way you or any other white man could have any level of confidence compared to dark skinned men like me."

"Cooper, let me enlighten you. Black dick is superior because it's bigger, stronger, and more satisfying. It's taking over the world because it's what people want. It's what they crave!"

Cooper's eyes widened. "But... but that's ridiculous. How can you say that?"

Dr. Williams chuckled, a deep, resonating sound. "Because it's the truth, Cooper. And you know what? I think you already know that."

Cooper's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Look at the porn you watch." The doctor pointed out, "You said you watched white straight porn because you projected yourself into the role of the white man but when you watch gay porn, which role do you see yourself in?"

Cooper's heart raced. He didn't watch gay porn that much. Maybe once every few months. Was that accurate? No. He knew it wasn't. It started that way. Then every so often became a few times a months, then a week...

As if reading his mind, "How often do you watch the gay interracial porn, Cooper?" The man didn't answer, "How often do you watch white men getting fucked by black men, Cooper?" The doctor said, his soft tone was much more abrasive.

He could see a weakness fall over Cooper as he struggled to say the words allowed. He shifted in his seat and muttered to himself before finally saying, "Every day."

"I see." Dr. Williams said softly. The man sat patiently, letting Cooper try to compose himself in the small room. He could almost hear the frail white man whimper, trying not to cry. Dr. Williams stood up, his tall, muscular frame towering over Cooper. The man looked up at his doctor.

Cooper's heart started racing as Shawn stood up and walked over to him. He knelt in front of Cooper, his hands resting on Cooper's thighs. "You want to understand, don't you, Cooper, why you are so inadequate?"

Cooper nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. Shawn smiled, his hands moving up Cooper's leg.

'It's understandable." Dr. Williams said, "you need to experience what it's like to be dominated by a real cock, a black cock. You need to feel what it's like to have your throat and ass filled with something so much bigger and better than what you."

Cooper whimpered, "Yes..."

"That's progress, Cooper." Shawn nodded. "Open your mouth." The white man looked at him, confused, but slowly opened his lips. Clearing his throat, the doctor spat in Cooper's mouth. The man gasped in shock. "Swallow." The doctor commanded. The patient unsure, closed his mouth, and swallowed.

"There you go." Dr. Williams said. Getting to his feet, he moved over to the small table next to the couch. Removing the lanyard of countless small keys, he placed them on the table and removed his blazer.

"Doctor, what's happening?" Cooper muttered. He looked towards the door he and the doctor had both emerged through. There was a small hallway out there with a handful of other doors that led down to a large, lit waiting room. That was his escape. He could see himself standing up and leaving out that door... and yet, he couldn't bring his legs to move.

"Do you trust me, Cooper?"

Cooper considered the question. He didn't even know the man. Not really. But he was a doctor. His wall covered in credentials was proof of that, "Yes."

"Good. You came here to help your feelings of inadequacy, right?" The doctor turned his attention back to his patient. Cooper nodded. "I don't believe in letting people live in denial. And so long as you feel white man can compare in any way to black men, you are living a lie, Cooper."

Dr. Williams moved back to the white man towering over him and the couch he sat on.

"If you have any hope of dealing with these feelings, you have to let go of that delusion and accept that you are not inadequate to black men because you are not even on their level!" Shawn's hands moved down to the prominent bulge at his hips. Cooper felt his heart racing, sure it was going to explode any moment.

"But... But doctor, that just isn't true..." Cooper stammered. Dr. Williams unbuckled his belt and pulled at the button hiding away his manhood. He could hear the white man whimper in a mix of fear, denial, and lust.

"Though you have already seen it a million times via a camera I think you need some exposure therapy to what a real man looks like." Shawn carefully pulled his pants and briefs down. Momentary they became stuck on the very obvious rod that quickly sprang to life as the fabric fell to the therapy room floor.

Cooper let out a gasp as the massive black cock in front of him bounced in the air. The beautiful black skin covered in veins seemed to go on forever before it met the dark purpled head. Two massive black balls rested is a wrinkled sack below the thickened meat.

"What do you think Cooper, seeing a black cock in real life?" Shawn asked. Cooper seemed to be struggling to even breath, the doctor knew that would become even worse very shortly, "How long do you think it is?"

"I... I don't know, sir." Cooper's words seemed to fall from his sift pink lips. Dr. Williams couldn't help but laugh.

"Put your hand on it." The doctor coaxed. Cooper looked up at him in shock. Like a child being given permission to consume mouths full of candy the patient was in awe.

"Can I?" he asked. Dr. Williams nodded. Slowly Cooper's hand moved to the giant black dick aimed right at him. As his fingers wrapped around the warm flesh of the massive member Cooper could feel his mouth watering.

"It's 14 inches, Cooper." The doctor was forced to answer his own question. Cooper was in disbelief. His hand didn't even cover half the dark man meat. The white man let out a painful sigh. His fingers weren't even able to make it the full way around the tool, "How big is you dick, Cooper." The man whimpered as he looked up at the doctor, "It's alright. This is a safe spacer, Cooper. I know its small. All white men are."

"I'm five inches hard." He answered.

"Oh, you poor thing." Dr. Williams shook his head, "That's a decent size for a white boy but nothing compared to black dick, you understand that right?" Cooper didn't want to answer, "You see. There is the denial. We can't have that, Cooper. Not if you want to move on from these feelings. I want you top put my cock in your mouth."

Cooper didn't feel like his heart could beat any faster.

"I'm... so... I'm so overwhelmed." Cooper said. A few tears came to his eyes.

"I know you are." Shawn said with his soft therapy voice, "But it will all make more sense soon. Take my dick in your mouth. Taste it. Feel it. Be like the white boys in your porn films."

Cooper hesitated for a moment before parting his lips. Dr. Williams wasted no time, pushing his thick, dark cock into Cooper's mouth. Cooper gagged, the size and taste overwhelming him. But Dr. Williams didn't stop, he just gripped Cooper's hair and thrust deeper. Reaching out to Shawn's hips he tried to force the doctor back, but he didn't have the strength.

"Take it, Cooper," he growled. "Take it all."

Cooper tried to comply, his gag reflexes kicking in as he took more of Dr. Williams' cock into his mouth. He could feel the veins, the heat, the sheer size of it stretching his lips to capacity. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Wide eyed, Cooper looked up to the doctor pleading for relief.

Dr. Williams pulled out letting Cooper catch his breath. The white man coughed and hacked and before he had time to protest the doctor shoved the cock back down his throat. "That's it, faggot. You're doing good!"

Cooper looked up at Dr. Williams, his eyes watering. He could feel his own cock hardening, despite the discomfort. It was wrong, but it felt so right at the same time. Cooper whimpered around the dark manhood as it fucked away at his throat. The white man let out a loud moan, his hands fisting the cushions of the couch desperately trying to breath while the taller man threatened his very life.