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"So what brings you in today, Mikey?" The man on the chair asked.
"My parents forced me to. They said I need 'help'." I sighed as I sat on the chair in front of the therapist. This is stupid, I think to myself. Being born to two hardcore Asian conservatives can be a pain when it comes to these things. I love them to death but even for them, this is a little too excessive.
"I see. Do you think you need help?" He asks, looking at me with those gorgeous green eyes.
Straight to the point, I see.
As he shifts in his seat, crossing his legs, I notice how good-looking my therapist was. A buzz cut and a beard that covers what seems to be a kind-looking face, why did my parents get me someone that precisely fits my type? For torture?
A simple light blue long-sleeved shirt that's tight enough to highlight his broad chest, muscled arms, and a not-quite substantial belly. While his slim-fit khakis hugged his tree trunk thighs and accentuated his bulge. I can't help but stare.
"No, not really. I'm 19, an adult man. I can express myself however I want." I say, looking away before I looked for too long. I hope he didn't notice.
"Express yourself, how?" He inquires, leaning forward, showing what seems to be genuine interest.
Not meeting his eyes, I reply, "Well, I know it sounds weird but-' I sigh again. 'I post pictures of myself online."
"Why?"
"For approval," I say quickly, finally looking up at him.
"Hm, from anonymous men, right?" He asks.
"Yeah, it's not like I flirt with every man I see. Just with people online." I say a little bit too defensively.
"Does it work? The approval, I mean, does it make you feel good about yourself?"
"Yes," I murmur, blushing yet again.
"I want to think I look at least decent. All those years of swimming gave me a pretty fit body which I can't help but be a little bit proud of. Posting photos of myself on anonymous sites helped me feel good, you know? Like, at least there's something right going on in my life." I explain. The feelings come rushing out now.
"Like, so what if I wear panties and post them online?" I added. Quickly realizing that wasn't something that I planned on telling him, I looked away yet again, cursing myself for slipping.
With a raised eyebrow he asks, inching closer from his seat, "And you're wearing them right now?"
"Yeah" I whisper, blushing.
"Are you willing to try something with me?" He asks, leaning back into his chair.
"I guess? Sure." I reply. I just want this embarrassing ordeal to end, I say to myself, this time.
"Strip."
"Excuse me?"
"Strip." He said again, uncrossing his legs, and spreading them. Giving me a better view of his big bulge.
"I'm not really sure about that." I said, hoping he couldn't hear how fake it sounded.
"Look, you said you seek approval from anonymous guys online, right? What if it's someone you're physically with? Would you still feel the same?" He said, spelling it out for me.
"Oh, okay, Doctor-"
"Please, call me Jacob." He said with a small smile, raising his hand a bit, stopping me with the formalities.
Trying my best to not be distracted by his cute smile, I nodded.
I started with the baggy sweater I typically wear every day. I pulled it off, along with the shirt I wore underneath, revealing my slim body to a doctor that I just met.
Now I'm left with just my jeans on, with the pink panties poking out a bit. As I leaned down to take off my shoes, I noticed his growing bulge. Is he into this too?
With my shoes and shoes off, I start undoing my jeans. I turned my back to him, not wanting to meet his eyes, I slowly start pulling my pants down. Bending down as I do it, giving him a good view of what my butt looks like. Might as well give him a good show, I think to myself.
"Face me. Please." He said quietly.
With a sigh, I turned around to face him, now stripped down to just my tiny pink-laced panties. I look down, feeling a little bit of shame about what I'm doing. Why did I think to wear this, today of all days?
He sat there quietly for what seemed like hours. Sneaking a peek up at him, I see him adjusting himself. Is his bulge getting even bigger? I meet his eyes and I quickly looked away, blushing.
"You're beautiful." I hear him say.
"Thanks." I muttered, finding the wooden floor of this neat and tiny office really interesting.
"Would it make you feel more comfortable if I stripped as well?" He asks, with concern in his voice.
I finally looked up at him, trying to find any hint of sarcasm in his face.
"Yes. Please do." I say quietly.
With that, he stood up. Towering over me, he unbuttoned his shirt, giving me a complete look at his gorgeous body. Wow, I think to myself.
Facing me, he bent down to undo his shoes, quickly taking off his socks as well. His pants were quick to follow. He wore no underwear.
His cock was rock hard. Cut, thick, and veiny, with its head dripping a little bit of pre-cum. Definitely bigger than mine, not even close, but the length was just right. I never wanted anything so bad. It was perfect.
"Do you believe me now?" He said, interrupting my thoughts.
I nod. Unable to look away from the sight in front of me.
"Good, I see that my body is having an effect on you too." He said, pointing at my noticeable erection.
Breaking me from my trance, I quickly cover it up with my hands.