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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 aoriented 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 willing. 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. Psyched Out Nineteen: The End Dennis Quaid and Alec Baldwin by R.A. Swain "Hey Doc, sorry I'm late you wouldn't believe all the cop cars downstairs. Sorry, am I early, or is this a group session?" "Who are you?" "I'm one of the Doc's patients, and you?" "I'm Detective Sandoval, and this is police psychologist, Doctor Greenberg. Did you say this man is your doctor?" "Yeah, why? Hey Doc, did you forget to pay a parking ticket?" "This man isn't a doctor. This is Sidney Karposian, the brother-in-law to this building's landlord. The architect name on the door, that's the landlord. Sid here is the building's maintenance man." "This is some kind of a joke, right? Some therapy trick to try and get me to reveal all my inner angst against Bob and Leah?" "This isn't a joke, I assure you," Doc Greenberg said. "Who are Bob and Leah?" "My ex-lover and his trophy wife – Do you mean I've been coming here for 19 weeks telling a janitor my kinkiest sexual fantasies?" "Yes." "And you are a real doctor?" "Yes." "And he's not?" "No." "Great, just when I thought I was getting somewhere. I can't believe this. First my lover dumps me for a trophy wife, then tries to kill me, then I finally start to get therapy, and now I find out he's a janitor, not a therapist, and all my fantasies have been revealed to a complete stranger, with no medical background. Hey Doc! I want my money back! You quack!" "That's good, go with the hostility," Doc Greenberg said. "Vent, release, relax." "You relax, I'm out mega-bucks to that pervert who wasn't qualified to listen to my sexual fantasies. No wonder he got a boner every time I told him about some celebrity I fantasized about." "Did he ever do anything about his, er, his erection in front of you?" "No, he was completely professional, for a fraud. So, now what do I do?" "Would you like to talk about how this makes you feel?" "Hurt, betrayed, just like when Bob told me he had feelings for me that society wouldn't accept. And again when he told me he was marrying Leah because she would make the perfect trophy wife. You know, I really don't want to talk about it. I'd rather tell you about this fantasy I had last night." "Fantasy? If that's what makes you feel comfortable, go right ahead." "What about them? I don't know if I should share a fantasy with a police detective listening in." "Don't worry, Sandoval is completely trust able. Besides, I'm sure it isn't anything he hasn't heard before." "All right, you're the doctor." My fantasy starts out as usual, I walking along a deserted road in Montana. My car has broken down and I'm heading back toward the last town I passed. A pickup truck comes toward me and slows down. The guy in the truck asks me, 'Can I give you a lift?' I look at him. He's really familiar, and then I recognize him, it's Dennis Quaid, the actor. 'Sure,' I say. 'I'm heading into town.' 'Not that way. Town's back the other way.' 'My car broke down, and I was looking for a repair shop.' 'Don't worry, we can go back to my place and call for a repair from there. By the way, I'm Dennis.' 'I know. I'm Bob.' We drive for about twenty minutes, me mostly telling him how much I like his movies, and then we pull up to this huge ranch house. He gets out and I follow him. 'Hey honey, I'm home, and I brought a guest,' he calls out when he enters the front door. I figure I'm going to get to meet Meg Ryan, but instead Alec Baldwin comes down the stairs. 'It's about time you got back. Did you bring chips? Hey, I know you.' he points to me. 'You're the guy who crashed my brother's beach house party last year.' 'You know this guy?' Dennis asks. 'Oh yeah! Real well.' I blush a bit remembering what I did with him and his brothers. 'Yeah, it was a great weekend.' Dennis looks between me and Alec. 'The phones in the kitchen with the repair shop number on the pad next to it.' I go to make the call. When I return to the living room, Dennis smiles. 'You might what to shower and clean up. You can borrow my clothes, in the first bedroom at the top of the stairs.' 'Yeah, but if you want underwear, go to the second bedroom,' Alec says, 'cause Dennis here rarely wears any and probably doesn't even have any here.' Dennis winks at me. 'With Meg and Kim off doing a film together, they left us guys to do the bachelor thing. I just haven't gotten around to doing my laundry.' I smile back and head upstairs. A nice warm shower washes the dirty from the road away, and I wrap a towel around my waist. As I leave the bathroom, Alec is standing by the bedroom door. 'Hi, I'm glad you remembered me,' I say. 'Remember, how could I forget what we did.' He steps over to me and pulls away my towel. 'Still like I remember it, long and hard.' 'Where's Dennis?' I ask. 'Denny's down in the kitchen, working on dinner, I thought I'd pop up for an hors d'oeuvre. Although this looks more like a main course.' Alec pulls me to him, and I start opening his shirt, revealing his hairy chest. I like the feel of his chest against mine. My hands start groping his crotch, and soon I have his pants and briefs down to his knees, and I'm on mine, sucking his hot throbbing cock. A throat clearing behind us startles me. I turn, and see Dennis standing in the doorway. His shirt is off, and he's opening his pants. I can already tell he's both very hard, and not wearing any underwear. 'I though you were gonna wait till after dinner?' 'I couldn't resist. I guess dinner is gonna be late?' 'Not judging from the size of that monster on Bob. I'm gonna be munching on that hot ass of his, and swallowing a hot cock.' Dennis says. 'Hold on. Let's switch. Dennis, you take my place,' Alec says, 'and I'll take his butt.' 'Guys, don't fight over me. I'll give you both a chance. However, I do want to give Dennis a blow job,' I say. Dennis takes his place before me, and I start to suck his 6" cut piece of meat. It's slim, and smooth to touch. His chest has a smattering of hair across it, and his stomach is six-pack hard against my forehead as I tickle the back of my throat with his cock tip. I feel Alec rubbing his hairy chest against my ass, and then I feel him slap me hard on my butt. His hot mouth follows and then, after what seems like an eternity of rimming, I feel him beer can thick cock pushing into me. Short strokes at first, and then quick long ones. Dennis is riding my mouth, and grinding his cock into my throat, and I'm taking all I can. It doesn't take long, and Dennis is pulling out of my mouth. 'I wanna cum on your chest,' he says, and I stroke him several times before he shoots hot white cum over me. 'Oh yeah!' he shouts. I feel Alec pulling out of me and before I know it, he's shooting his load across my ass and over my back. The three of us slump together on the floor. 'Looks like you'll need another shower,' Alec says. 'Anyone wanna join me?' I ask. 'I think we all need one,' Dennis says. "So Doc, what do you think?" "I think you should set up a schedule of appointments with my office, starting next week. Here's my card." "Okay Doc. By the way, is that a professional evaluation in your pants, or are you just glad to have a new patient?" The End This ends Psyched Out. Look for new stuff from me soon. Feedback or questions mnhowler@aol.com or docswain@aol.com