Ollie

Time seemed to fly in-between visits with Dr. Roberts Ollie would think to himself. They were undoubtedly the best part of his life now. Dr. Roberts just knew how to make him happy. After about three weeks of sessions, Ollie was in the living room watching a movie. His wife was out shoe shopping, which was code for fucking Mark, but his hypnotherapy was working so well, he didn't care about any of that anymore.

"Fuck," he thought, "Just the thought of therapy makes me feel good, even my dick is getting hard." Ollie felt himself. "Might as well," he thought. Ollie slipped his shorts off, his little soldier saluting him. Stroking his dick he bagan thinking of the usual things. Tits, Pussy, Ass, Dr.Roberts...wait. He began leaking pre.

"Well that's new?" Ollie thought. "Does this make me gay?" He tapped the pre in his finger. He closed his eyes and he began to see images of Dr. Roberts caressing his naked body.

"Fuck," Ollie thought, he could almost feel Dr. Roberts behind him. Ollie's hands moved from his dick to playing with his hole. He'd played with it a little before, but never as much as he was right now. As the visions of Dr. Roberts ramming his dick into Ollie began to play and intensify, Ollie was frantically fingerbanging himself. It wasn't long before he shot a load all over his chin, his cheeks were bright red.

"What was all that about?" Ollie thought, "Am I getting a crush on Dr. Roberts?"