Chapter 1

John and DeeDee Wilson were the average couple of their times. Both had been raised in a white Christian environment and throughout their lives were taught that black people were not as good as they were.

Times change though, whether you want them to or not.

Both are now in their early 60's, having been married almost 45 years, and as they grew older the neighborhood around them changed as well. More and more black families were moving in and more and more white families were moving further out of the city, into the suburbs. It was only a matter of time before a black family bought the vacant house to the side of theirs, or perhaps the once slightly down, and across, the street from them.

In order to get a better grip on their lives, as well as the way they had been brought up, they sought out professional advise, in the form of a psychologist, who had been recommended by a friend of theirs. They had also used his services and they highly recommended him.

When John made the appointment he was surprised to learn that the doctor would want to see them individually the first time, and would then see them together. John agreed and set up the first appointment for himself, with his wife getting an appointment for the following day and then the two of them would see him on Friday of the same week.

When John got to the doctor's office he was kind of surprised to find that he was the only one in the waiting room, especially for the time of day, which was just after 1 PM. The receptionist gave him forms to fill out then she disappeared into the doctor's office and shortly after that came out, got her purse and left the office.

About 10 minutes later the doctor, Dr. Richard Gosman, stuck his head into the outer office and called him inside his office.

"I'll have to apologize for my secretary, but she had an appointment and had to leave early today. If you'll excuse me for a moment, I want to make sure that the outer door is locked, since your my last appointment for the day." With that said the doctor left his office and John could hear him as he opened the door, shut it, and then secured the lock, returning shortly thereafter to his office and sitting behind his desk.

"Now then, Mr. Wilson, what can I do for you today?"

Dr. Gosman already knew the reason for the visit, since he'd already read the short files in front of him, but he always felt better if the patient actually told him the reasons for the visit, instead of having to try and pull it out of him.

"Well," John began, "I guess it's kind of embarrassing. You see, my wife and I are products of a different generation and we've had a hard time adjusting to the blacks moving into our neighborhood, particularly afraid that one would move in next to us. We've heard so many horror stories of black kids, and how they behave, and we're not sure we would feel safe even if it were just adults that moved in."

The doctor nodded and appeared to be taking notes, so John continued.

"Both our parents were firm believers that the blacks had a proper place, and that they should stay with their own kind. But, since the economy has changed so much and many of them are working different jobs, especially with a lot of them in management positions, we realize that sooner or later blacks are going to be a part of our community, and we're just not prepared for that right now."

"And why not?" the doctor asked.

"I guess you could say that prejudice runs deep in our families and we were always taught that blacks shouldn't mingle with whites."

"And you find that you have a problem with that?"

"Yes. My wife and I do. She's afraid of what might happen, and to tell you the truth, so am I!"

"Well, you're not here to represent your wife right now. You're here for yourself. I learn more of your wife's position when I see her tomorrow. I see that she's scheduled to be here the same time tomorrow and that both of you will be here around 3 PM on Friday afternoon, right?"

"Yes."

"Ok, why don't you make yourself more comfortable on the sofa over there and I'll sit in the chair across from you. You can relax a little bit and we'll talk more.

"By the way, would you have any objections to me using hypnosis on you today?"

"Why?"

"I find that it helps to put the patient more at ease and is able to talk more openly about his or her problems. I won't do it if you have any objections."

John thought about it for a while then consented for the doctor to hypnotize him.

"Good. I want you to lay down on the sofa and get comfortable. Once you're ready let me know and I'll begin. I promise you that it won't hurt on bit and once I have you under I'll start asking you questions and you'll feel completely at ease answering them for me. OK?"

"Fine with me," John answered.

"Ready," Dr Gosman asked once John was situated.

"Yes."

"Ok. Now, I want you to listen to my voice and shortly you'll begin to feel sleepy and you'll close your eyes, but you'll be able to hear every word I say."

In less then 5 minutes John was completely under.

"John? Can you hear me? Can you understand me?"

"Yes," came the dreamy reply.

"OK. Good. Now, I want you to tell me about your feelings towards black men."

There was no hesitation in John's reply.

"To tell the truth, I'm intimidated by them."

"Why?"

"Because they seem to act so much better then I am. They have management positions in my work place and they seem to flaunt that in front of all us older, more experienced, employees. They always seem like they're much better at doing the same work I've been doing for over 30 years, while they've only been there less then 5 years, and I resent having those feelings."

"Do you feel you were slighted by upper management when they placed a black man over you and your department?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because they tend to take advantage of their position."

"In what way?"

"They treat the women, especially the white women, better then they do the men. They always seem to be making passes at them and the women seem to like it that way."

"Do these women ever complain about this attention?"

"Not that I've heard."

"Do you ever wonder why?"

Silence.

"Well, I have heard rumors going through the office and warehouse."

"What kind of rumors?"

"That some of the white women are sleeping with the black managers."

"Does that upset you?"

"Yes, it sure does."

"Why?"

"Because they shouldn't be sleeping around with their bosses, especially if their boss is a black man."

"And why do you feel that way?"

"It's just against my nature to even get close to a black man, or a black woman, and I feel that they are betraying their race by sleeping with them."

"Could it be that you're jealous of the black men?"

"What?"

Dr. Gosman could hear the surprise in John's voice as he answered.

"I asked you, 'Are you jealous of the black me?'"

"Why should I be?"

"Because they're getting something that you want."

"And what would they have to offer that I would want?"

"Perhaps you're jealous of their abilities to handle these women and that you wish you could do as well with them."

"But I'm happily married!"

"So? That doesn't mean you haven't been tempted to try and get into another woman's panties, does it?"

Silence, again.

"Well?" Dr. Gosman prompted.

"I'm not that way," John insisted.

"And what way would you be?"

The doctor could see the struggle within John and he knew that he was close to getting an honest answer from him. He'd been in this business long enough to recognize the symptoms, the hesitations, the sudden bouts of quiet that meant the patient was genuinely thinking about his or her next answer.

"Well," John continued to hesitate, but soon that hesitation gave way and he answered the doctor's question. "I'm not trying to get into any woman's panties, doctor. I want to get into my bosses pants and see what kind of equipment he has down there. I've always had a tendency to be bisexual, but my wife doesn't know that, and I've always wondered if it's true about black men and their cocks. Are they really bigger and better?"

Dr. Gosman was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected that answer. Every now and then a patient would surprise him, and this was certainly one of those moments.

"Have you been with other men in the past?" he asked.

"Yes, many times, but my wife doesn't know about it."

"And how have you managed to hide it from here all these years?"

"I only act on my feelings for a cock when I'm out of town on business, and never here at home. Too many people around town know me and I don't want it to get back to DeeDee that I'm sucking some strange man's cock. I don't know if she'd be able to handle it."

"Have you ever sucked a black cock, John?"

"Never!"

"Why not?"

"Because of my feelings for black people. I've already told you how I feel about them."

"Yes, you have. But, I'm wondering if you don't have a secret fantasy to suck a black cock every now and then."

Now John's face blushed a bright red.

"So! I'm right! You have fantasized about sucking a black cock?"

"Yes."

"Tell me why?"

"Whenever the women get to talking at work about how well-endowed the boss is I find my mind wondering. I catch myself actually staring at his crotch when he walks past my desk, wondering if it's really as big as they claim it is. I wonder, is it cut or covered with foreskin. I fantasize about putting my hands around it and then taking it into my mouth and sucking on it until he shoots his load into my mouth and down my throat."

As John was talking about his dreams, the doctor noticed that his breathing had increased and that there was now a prominent bulge in his pants, as his cock got harder while he spoke. Hell, Dr. Gosman was even getting a hard on listening to this man's revelations.

"John."

"Yes."

"I'm going to put you into a deeper trance and then I'm going to give you a key word that only I will use when we're together in our appointments. You'll remember that word and instantly go into a deep trance and will only hear my voice and you'll listen to only me and do anything that I tell you to do. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Ok, your key word is going to be 'trek' and once I say it again, you'll go deeper into your trance and stay that way until I tell you what you have to do. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Ok. Trek."

John leaned back against the sofa, appearing to go into a deeper sleep.

Dr. Gosman got up from the chair and went to his desk, where he picked up his phone, dialed an extension, and said only one word into the instrument. About 5 minutes later there was a knock on the inner office door, from the other side of the room. This was not the reception room door, but the one leading to the back of the building.

When he opened the door the janitor stood there, in a trance of his own. He, the janitor, entered the room and stood there while the doctor closed and locked the door.

"Ok, Eddy. I told you that I'd call you again sometime. Now is that time. Do you remember what I told you we'd do, when I did finally call you?"

"Yes sir," Eddy answered.

"And just what are your instructions?"

"I'm to come to your office, where you'll let me in. Once I'm in the room I am to get undressed and do whatever you tell me to do."

"Good. Now get undressed and wait here until I call you again."

Dr. Gosman watched as Eddy began to take his clothes off. First his shoes, then his shirt, followed by his pants, socks and finally his shorts. The man that stood in front of him was a well built man of 79, well, almost 80. He took care of his body and there was hardly any fat to be seen anywhere on his black frame. Between his legs hung perhaps the largest example of black cock the doctor had ever seen. He knew from past experience that Eddy's cock was now at 8 inches, soft. When he got hard it measured to almost 12 inches and was very uncut, with a lot of excess skin hanging off the tip of his cock head. He had used Eddy in the past with his patients and he had been well rewarded by what he'd seen in the past. His patients had enjoyed their interaction with Eddy and no one had complained one bit.

Why would they? They could vividly remember everything that had happened but due to his hypnotic suggestions, they were unable to openly talk about it to anyone. They could remember every lurid detail of what had happened to them, both male and female, but once they tried to voice their thoughts about what had happened their minds would instantly go blank and they'd act as if they'd lost their train of thought. In all actuality though, they couldn't forget what had happened, they just couldn't discuss it with anyone but himself.