Disclaimer: The following story contains adult subject matter. If you are under the age of 21 you should not be reading this and it is illegal for you to possess it. If you read beyond this point, you are claiming to be 21 years of age, and that it is legal for you to possess adult oriented material. This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between consenting adults, homosexuality or therein is offensive to you, DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond this point you are accepting homosexuality and adult oriented material willingly. What follows is a chapter of a series called Psyched Out. It is celebrity and other fantasies in a confession type setting. These stories are not to imply that the persons involved are gay. They are homosexual fantasies about people who may or may not be gay. Consider them a wish. Hi Doc, I know I'm a bit late, but I got lost in this building. You wanna get started right away? "Who are you?" I'm your 3 PM appointment, Bob. I know it's after 3, but I really feel like I need to be seeing a shrink. "I'm not--" Oh, sorry. I know how you guys feel about that term. I didn't mean anything by it, after all, you're here to help me discover what's wrong with me. Where do you want to start? "I really think you've made a mistake. I'm ---" Look, Doc, I said I was sorry about being late. I'll pay for the full hour, can we just get started. I know, I need to learn patience. It's one of my faults, lack of, that is, you know what I mean. Anyway, where would you like to start? How about my sexual fantasies? "Well, I guess, if that's what you want to talk about. I'll listen." Gee Doc, you do sarcasm. I didn't know I would get a funny doctor. By the way, your office wasn't easy to find. Anyway, how would you like to hear about my sexual fantasies about celebrities. I have a lot of them. I know, I'll tell you about my Jimmy Buffett fantasy. "Who?" You know, Jimmy Buffett. Parrot heads? Margaritaville? Why Don't We Get Drunk And Screw? "I beg your pardon?" Those are song titles, and what they call his fans, Parrot heads. God, you don't get out of here much, do you? "It's a curse of the job." Yeah. Good one. Anyway. I know some people might not see it, but Jimmy Buffett is a really sexy guy. If you see Fruit Cakes CD, the back cover, he's wearing a baseball cap, this really sexy denim shirt, and khaki slacks, no shoes, and well, just that picture alone gives me a boner. Sorry, I didn't mean to be so graphic. "Oh no. Graphic is good. Actually, the more graphic the better." Really, like I can tell you the whole fantasy? Shouldn't you be taking notes or something? "You're right, let me just grab this pad here, and you can shoot, er, start. Okay, go ahead." Well, you see, in this fantasy, I'm driving in the Florida Keys, and I run out of gas. So, despite my fear of snakes and alligators, I get out and start walking. It's a really hot day and after a while I open my shirt, and then take it off. As I'm walking, I come across this gated driveway, only the gate is open. I walk up this long driveway to a mansion. Well, not exactly a mansion by Hollywood standards, but a huge house. I ring the bell, but, like, no one answers. Okay, so I'm standing outside and decide to walk around the back of the house. As I get around the house, I see this guy lying in a hammock. 'Excuse me,' I say. The guy pushes his hat off his eyes and looks across the yard at me. 'Can I help you?' 'Yeah. My car ran out of gas about a mile back. Could I get a lift into town, or call a cab or something?' He stands up and walks across the yard, wearing only his hat, khaki shorts, and sneakers. When he gets up close to me, I realize he looks real familiar, but I don't think anything of it, cause I'm self-centered, that's something we're gonna have to work on in the future, anyway, I do notice his curly blond hair sticking out from under the hat, and all across his chest and legs. 'Looks like you've been walkin' for a while. Why don't you come inside. I've got some aloe you can put on that burn.' For the first time I notice how red I am. The Florida sun is a killer. I follow him into the house, watching his ass as he walks ahead of me. His shorts are loose, but not that loose. 'Cool place,' I say inside. It is too. I start looking around at the bar and pictures on the wall. 'Can I fix you a drink?' he asks. I nod. 'Sure, whatever you're havin' is fine with me.' 'Here's the aloe,' he says, tossing me a bottle from behind the bar. 'Wait'll I mix the drinks and then I put it on your back.' He starts messin' around the bar, pouring stuff in the blender. I go back to looking at his bookshelves, and then at the two big records hanging on the wall. I start to read them and then I realize who it is I'm gettin' a boner over behind that bar. It's fuckin' Jimmy Buffett. I turn around just as he comes up behind me. 'I see you found my gold records.' He hands me a drink, and takes the aloe from my hand. He sprays some aloe from the bottle on his hand. 'Turn around. Your back's really burned.' I sip the drink as he places his aloe covered hand on my back. It feels cold against my skin, but in a really nice way. 'I can't believe I'm here with Jimmy Buffett, and he's puttin' aloe on my back,' I say. 'Believe it.' 'You're great. I mean, I love your music. Woman Goin' Crazy On Caroline Street, is one of my favorite songs. That and my all time favorite, Why Don't We Get Drunk And Screw?' His hands are both massaging the aloe into my back, having worked all the way to the base of my spine. 'Thanks. I'm glad you like my music. Turn around, let me do your chest.' I turn around, and my boner is real noticeable in my shorts, but he doesn't say anything about it. He just starts rubbing more aloe on my chest. 'You've got great hands.' 'Thanks,' he says. 'You've got a good body.' I blush, although, through the sunburn you can't really tell. 'You're body's pretty hot itself. You know, your chest is burned too.' I set down my drink on the coffee table. 'Give me some of that. The least I can do is return this favor.' I take the aloe and pour some in my hand and start to massage it into his chest. Feeling his chest is really turning me on. I run my aloe covered hands over his hairy chest and across his soft stomach. I start running my hands over his sides, shoulders, and then reach around him to his back. 'You want me to turn around so you can reach my back?' He asks. 'Not unless you want to,' I answer. We're almost in an embrace. I can feel his chest getting closer to mine. In a second he leans into me and kisses me. I can't believe how hot of a kisser he is. His lips are burning against mine, and I'm sporting a full out hard on, pressed against his own boner. Now I know he's older than me, but I don't care. I start kissing my way down his neck, to his chest. My tongue working across to his aloe coated nipples. I gently bite one while pinching the other. He shivers and reaches down, running his hands down the front of my chest to the top of my shorts. He opens them and they fall to the floor. I'm wearing boxers, silk, and he reaches into them from the top, gripping my hard cock. It feels so good when he squeezes it. I pull back from his grasp and kiss my way through the hair on his chest to the top of his shorts. They're tented out in the front now. I gently undo them, and discover he's going commando. H is beautiful 8" cock springs straight up in my face. I don't give him a second to react. I grab his cock and put my mouth right over it. I start sucking. First, I lick my way down the shaft, to his hairy balls. Then, after trying to suck each ball into my mouth, I work my way back up to the tip. It's one of the hottest cocks I've ever felt. He is so sexy, the way he gyrates while thrusting into my mouth. I pull him closer to me, running my hands across his ass, and into the crack. I start exploring the crack of his ass with my index finger while burying my nose in his pubic hair. He reaches down and slows me, placing his hand on my head. 'Let's 69,' he says. Then getting down on the floor he leans forward and takes my 7" boner into his waiting mouth. I go right back to manipulating his cock with my tongue. All the time my mind is thinking, you're blowing Jimmy Buffett, and it feels great. He's now giving me head, and I'm getting real close. I stop and warn him. He starts licking my balls and jerking me off. I continue to suck his cock. I fell him getting closer, feeling his balls start to pull up, and I pull off. Just at that moment, I shoot my load all over his chest and stomach. Then his cock starts spewing cum all over my chest and stomach. We both pause. He looks down at me, smiles, and playfully starts rubbing his cum into my chest and stomach. 'This is better than aloe any day,' he says. I laugh and do the same to him. Well Doc, whaddya think? Am I a whacko? What's your analysis of my fantasy? Doc? Are you horny listening to my fantasy? "No! That would be totally unprofessional." Then why do you have your note pad on your lap? "I think our time is up." Okay. Same time next week? "Yes." Cool.
