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As Richard pushed the tip of his finger into Caleb’s arsehole, there was a flash of pain from behind and an explosion at the front as his seed shot down Richard’s throat.
Even after he’d spilled the last drop, Richard kept sucking, causing Caleb to shake and shudder. Finally, the sensation became overwhelming, and Caleb had to push the psychologist away from him.
Richard looked up at him, smiling, a spot of cum glistening on his lip. He stood and kissed Caleb, his lips and tongue tasting heavily of Caleb’s seed.
Without a word, Caleb dropped to his knees to return the favour.
“No, not like that,” said Richard.
The psychologist turned and bent forward over the armchair. He reached around and pulled one lightly-haired buttock to one side, exposing the dark pink arsehole at the centre.
Caleb placed his hands on both of Richard’s buttocks and pulled them wide apart. He caught a whiff of musty manliness. This had the effect of making his cock grow rigid once more.
He leaned in, the tip of his tongue making contact with the puckered flesh. Richard moaned, and as Caleb began to lick that most private of places, he knew Richard was stroking his cock. His only thought was to please Richard the way the man had pleased him. He wanted to give Richard exactly what he wanted so he would want more, so they could see each other again and again.
He kept Richard’s buttocks spread wide and buried his face between them. He pushed his tongue into the hole and did his best to wriggle the tip.
Richard moaned again. “That’s good.”
Encouraged, Caleb began fucking the hole with the tip of his tongue, drawing more words of encouragement from Richard’s lips. To further add to the pleasure, Caleb began to tickle Richard’s low-hanging balls with one hand.
He heard another moan, then a grunt. Richard’s arsehole clamped down around his tongue, and his body spasmed. When the grunting stopped, Caleb leaned back and saw the creamy splatters that crisscrossed the leather of the armchair. He kissed Richard’s buttock and stood.
Richard turned and took Caleb in his arms. They kissed, passionately, for many minutes, their bodies pressed together in a crushing embrace. Despite the fact his lips were starting to feel a little numb, Caleb wanted the kiss to never end.
Their session had gone overtime, but if Richard didn’t mind, then neither did Caleb.
“I suppose I should clean myself up,” said Richard finally.
“Do you have another client?”
Richard grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped his arse. “Unfortunately, I do. But I’d much rather spend the remainder of the day continuing our session.”
The comment had Caleb grinning. “I could wait for you to finish,” he suggested.
Richard began dressing. “I can’t ask you to do that.”
“I don’t mind,” said Caleb, a little too eagerly. He pulled on his underpants and jeans.
“How about I come around after work and take you out for dinner?”
Caleb could hardly believe his ears. All these weeks, he had been wanting more of Richard, more than just a patient listener, and it looked as if he was going to get his wish. “I think that sounds wonderful.”
Chapter 7
That evening, Richard picked up Caleb at seven-thirty in a sleek black Audi.
“I don’t do this for all my clients,” he said as Caleb opened the door.
They kissed on the doorstep for a while before Caleb invited Richard in for a pre-dinner drink.
“I think we should get going,” said Richard. “We can have that drink later.”
They kissed again, then Richard held open the security door while Caleb locked up.
At the restaurant, they sat at a table by the window overlooking the river. The lights from the buildings on the other side reflected in the dark water, creating a magical effect. Every now and again, a single light would slide through the darkness as a fishing boat returned home for the evening with its catch.
“This is amazing,” said Caleb, and then, tongue-in-cheek, “Good choice.”
Richard chuckled. “You approve, do you? I’m so glad.”
Caleb laughed at the touch of sarcasm in the psychologist’s voice.
They ordered dinner and Richard asked for a bottle of red wine. When the waiter left them alone, Richard spoke.
“Here we are, then.”
Caleb couldn’t hide his delight. “Life’s funny, isn’t it?”
“Why do you say that?”
“When I called you all those weeks ago and made my first appointment, I could never have guessed it would end up like this.”
“When did you first suspect it might?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think I ever suspected. I don’t think I dared to imagine that this could happen.”
“But you wanted it to?”
“Oh, yes,” said Caleb. “Right from the first session, I knew I was attracted to you.”
“Did you know I was attracted to you?”
Caleb’s smiled blossomed into a wide grin. “When you asked me to take my clothes off, I had an inkling.”
Both men laughed.
“I mean, it’s hardly the type of therapy you usually administer, I’d bet.”
Richard chuckled. “It worked, though, didn’t it? I made my point.”
Caleb nodded. “You sure did.”
The waiter arrived with their wine and poured a little for Richard to taste. He nodded, and as the waiter poured them each a glass, they gazed at each other with smirks decorating their faces.
“And the erections,” remembered Caleb once they were alone. “There seemed to be an awful lot of erections, which I suspect are not the norm in a typical counselling session.”
Richard’s eyes sparkled in the candlelight. “You don’t miss much, do you?”
“Not a bulge that size.”
They toasted each other and took a sip of wine.
“You know, I’m treading dangerous water by being here with you,” said Richard, more seriously.
“Why? You’re not my therapist anymore.”
“Nevertheless, we’re not supposed to see our patients romantically for two years after we’ve stopped counselling them. Even then, it can get tricky.”
Caleb latched on to the word “romantically.” It was a word that carried an immense amount of weight, and probably meant more to Caleb at that moment than anything else Richard had uttered.
“Richard, I think I love you. And I know you have feelings for me. I don’t want you to worry about us being together. I’d never hurt you. Even if it doesn’t work out, I’m not the sort of person to be vindictive.”
Richard reached across the table and took Caleb’s hand. “I know that,” he said tenderly. “I wouldn’t be here if I thought you were that sort of person. You forget, you’ve given me great insight into who you are, and I see a gentle person. A good person. A person I can see myself spending quite a bit of time with.”
Caleb felt as though his heart could burst.
“But let’s take things slowly,” said Richard. “Not for any other reason than to enjoy the journey more fully. And there’s also the adventure of discovering each other to look forward to.”
“I think you’ve discovered quite a lot of me.”
Richard shook his head. “You’re more than your past. I can tell there are great depths to plumb with you. And you have yet to explore me.”
“That’s something I’m looking forward to more than Christmas.”
Richard laughed out loud. “That’s the thing about you. One thing that really attracts me to you. You’re quick to laugh. And you make me laugh. Despite all that you’ve told me, there is a joy in you that I suspect nothing will ever quell.”
“They say it’s a sense of humour that gets you through.”
“And they’re right. A lot of the time, laughter is the best medicine.”
Caleb raised his glass. “Here’s to a lot more laughter, then.”
Richard clinked his glass a
gainst Caleb’s, then they drank.
Caleb knew in his heart of hearts there would indeed be only good times ahead. He knew that while his previous relationships had failed, this one would last. He’d found a man who could understand him and be patient. Understand him when he failed, and could help him up again.
In short, he’d found the right man.
THE END
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Wayne Mansfield is a Western Australian writer. He has been writing for nine years and has been published in Australia, the United Kingdom, and the United States. Additionally, he wrote a monthly erotic story for the German publications Macho and Dreamboys for two years. His novellas and stories usually have a horror, futuristic, or fantasy theme, although he does write contemporary stories such as The Hiding Place, which received Honorable Mention in the 2013 Rainbow Awards.
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