Well, after four years or so of seeing Tim for weekly therapy, the last two sessions were pretty interesting. One week I’m sucking off and the next he’s topping me. Obviously, we’d crossed the doctor-patient boundary in a multitude of ways. I didn’t tell any friends about what happened between us because I know they’d all tell me to find a new therapist and that I should report Tim. I don’t know what that would accomplish quick frankly. Tim is a great therapist and I think he really helped me over the past four years. If I wasn’t seeing him, I’d probably be homeless and strung out. I was on a really bad path until Tim got me back on track.
Anyway, it was once again time for our weekly appointment. I convinced myself that this week there would be no sex and that things would go back to where they were three weeks ago, before all of this happened.
I sat in the waiting room for a minute or two determined to keep things on the up and up once I entered Tim’s office. Tim called me in as he typically did in the past, no inflection in his voice or body language that would have indicated I was anything more than his patient.
“What’s been happening this week? Any new insights to share?”, he asked.
“Well, it’s now been 207 days since I last used. I wish I could say I don’t miss it, but I do. The past few nights I’ve been fantasizing about getting high and getting fisted. I’ve masturbated the past four nights thinking about it. Remembering what that was like and getting so turned on.”
“What do you think is causing those memories?”
“I don’t know. I wish I did.”
“Are you watching any porn at night?”, Tim asked.
“Yeah, I guess. I tend to watch fisting porn, specifically anything to do with double fisting. I see most of these guys are on something. How else can they do it? I’ve even seen a couple of clips of guys taking three fists. That’s what happened to me the last time I used in December. It was unbelievable, and one of the most intense sensations I’d ever experienced.”
“I can hear how excited you’re getting just talking about it. Seems to me watching fisting porn is triggering you. Maybe you should try watching something else?”
“Tim, I hear you, but when I’m alone at night, I start out watching more mainstream penetrative sex, but it doesn’t get my dick hard. Once I flip to fisting porn, my cock bricks up and I experience very powerful orgasms. The thing is, for me, using T and getting fisted go hand in hand. I’ve tried taking fists without it, and it just isn’t the same. Not even close.”
“So what are you going to do? Throw away over 200 days of sobriety?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want to restart the clock all over again. I know I don’t like the way I feel after I come down. It’s awful.”
“I know, you’ve told me about that, but it sounds to me like you want to use again. I’m worried about that for you.”
“Tim, I’m worried, too. I don’t trust myself. I know that if given the opportunity, I will take it.”
Tim looked at me for a bit and didn’t say anything for almost a full minute.
“What?”, I asked because I could see him thinking.
“Well, I have an idea, but I don’t know if it’s a good one.”
“What is it, Tim? I’m willing to try anything.”
“Ok, so my boyfriend is actually out of town this week. I was thinking you probably shouldn’t be alone right now if you don’t trust yourself. If you stayed with me, I could keep my eyes on you. It is unconventional, but hey, if it keeps you on the straight and narrow, then I don’t mind.”
“Wow Tim. You would do that for me? “
“Of course, why wouldn’t I? I care about you. “I don’t know what to say. That’s an incredible offer.”
“Say yes then. I would really hate to see you relapse. Then I’d have to recommend placing you in a treatment center. That’s not what you want, is it?”
“No, no, I don’t want that. Ok, then yes it is. I don’t even know where you live.”
“I’m here in the city. I’ll give you my address at the end of our session. We have a spare room, so you won’t have to sleep with me.”
“I thought you said you wanted to keep your eyes on me. How can you do that if I’m in another room? You won’t know if I start chatting with my drug buddies from the spare room.”
“Are you saying you want to sleep with me?”
“Actually, yes, for my own protection, of course, Tim.”
“Yes, of course. Can I just say how happy I am that you told me what you were feeling. Therapy doesn’t work if you don’t trust me.”
“I’m glad I could tell you these things, Tim. Who knows? Maybe having sex with you broke down any last barriers we had between us. I feel more open now, especially after seeing you naked.”
“So us having sex not only created a more trusting relationship between us, it created a breakthrough. That’s very good.”
“It is very good. I’m not complaining, Tim. Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure. Ask away.”
“Will you tell your boyfriend that you invited me to stay at your house while he is away?”
“Why does that matter to you? I’m doing this for you.”
“I don’t want to cause any trouble between the two of you. I know you’re trying to help me, but I don’t want to make things difficult with your home life.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I was planning to tell him, and I already told you we have an open relationship. Now I don’t want to discuss my boyfriend with you any more. That’s none of your concern.”
“Ok, fine. Can I ask another question?”
“As long as it’s not about my boyfriend.”
“Will you be expecting any sex while I am staying with you? We are going to share a bed so I just wanted to ask.”
“I haven’t really thought about it, but I suppose if it were to happen, it could lead to additional breakthroughs for you.”
“You haven’t really thought about it? I don’t believe you for a minute! As soon as you made the offer I saw your penis pushing up against your shorts. Your hard as a rock right now. Your cock gives you away, Tim.”
“Ok, fine. I did think about it, but it’s not why I made the offer. I did really enjoy fucking you last week though. Who wouldn’t want another go at that ass?”
“You know Tim, before I walked into your office today I convinced myself that the best thing for us would be to get things back to the way they were, before we became intimate. I know if I told my friends about this, they would not be too happy.”
“So what are you saying, exactly?”
“I’m saying that if we were both being honest, patients sleeping with their therapists is never a good idea. I know that logically, and so do you. But…even though we should both know better, we’re in our third week in a row that something is going to happen, and you know what, Tim, I want it happen. Leaving you with blue balls would be mean, and I’m not a mean person.”
“Wait a minute. We were almost caught last week by my next patient. We’re going to have an entire week together at my house, maybe we should just wait?”
“No, I don’t want to wait, and I don’t think your cock wants you to wait. Remember last week when I said your bulge was obscene?”
“Yes, I do remember.”
“We’ve graduated to vulgar now. Look, your cock is already leaking a huge puddle in your shorts. How are you going to explain that to your next patient who will be here in less than ten minutes, huh?”
“What are you suggesting?”
“I don’t know if I should say. You might get mad.”
“Why would I get mad?”
“Well…it might involve your next patient.”
“Stephen? What does any of this have to do with him?”
“It doesn’t…yet, but it could if you get my drift.”
“No way! I’m not fucking another patient. I crossed that line once, I won’t do it again.”
“Who said anything about you fucking him? I never said that! With any luck at all, he’d be the one fucking me.”
“I don’t understand? You want me to fuck you and Stephen, too? How would that work? And how do you know he’s even into this?”
“Are you kidding me? Did you see the way he was checking me out last week? He got a glimpse of the goods and I think he’s buying what I’m selling. What I was thinking was I could suck you off while Stephen takes my ass.”
“I don’t know. This is getting out of hand.”
“What’s out of hand is that cock if yours that is screaming for attention. Why don’t we leave your door open and let him catch us. Let’s see what happens.”
I could see Tim struggling. There was definitely an internal battle going on in his mind.
“Let me help you…”, I said to relieve him from making the decision to acquiesce.
I pulled off my clothes and once again I was down to a jock and my white ankle socks and I crawled between Tim’s legs, deliberately showing off my framed ass so that when Stephen walked in it would be the first thing he’d see.
I unzipped Tim’s shorts and pulled them, and his briefs, down to his ankles. Even his thick pubes were wet from his copious pre-cum. Tim is blessed with the gift of a big dick that can grow really hard, one of the largest mushroom heads I’d ever laid my eyes on.
I was staring at it in admiration when atom surprised me and pushed my head down over it.
“Fuck!”, he cried, like he’d been wanting my lips wrapped around his cock all day.
Tim gripped the back of my head like a basketball and began lifting it up and down while I relaxed my skull so he could simply take charge. Tim was aggressively using my throat and I was tuned out, concentrating on the dick in front of me when I was interrupted by the sound of Stephen’s voice.
“Tim, your boyfriend is here again? I don’t mean to interrupt but we have an appointment:”
Tim didn’t let go of my head which was now impaled by his cock.
“Yeah, I’ll just be a few minutes…unless…unless you want to join us, Stephen.”
“I have to admit, I was a little jealous last week when I saw that ass. Looked like you’d just fucked it. Now here it is right in my face. How could I say no to that?”
Stephen took a squat so his face was lined up with my ass and shoved his freshly shaved face right into my butt crack. If Stephen held any inhibitions at all, I’d never guess it by the way he was back there slobbering away.
My guess was that Tim was so lost by the sensations of his dick down my throat that the reality of what was happening hadn’t hit him. Tim was fucking my skull rapidly and I had goo sputtering everywhere.
“Can I fuck him?”, Stephen asked.
“Don’t ask me, it’s his ass”, Tim said.
Tim let go of the back of my head so I could reply.
“Yes please!”
I had no idea what Stephen was packing because I didn’t bother to turn around, but it felt pretty thick. Luckily, Stephen did a great job opening up my hole so it wasn’t all that uncomfortable when he penetrated me.
This was exactly the scenario I pictured last week when I first laid eyes on Stephen, and somehow I was able to make it happen. With one dick up my ass and the other down my throat, I was a very happy man.
“Damn Tim, I’m surprised you’d let me fuck your boyfriend’s ass. It’s so good, I might not let you have him back!”
Tim didn’t respond but I’m sure the comment didn’t go unnoticed. Stephen was now aggressively fucking my hole while I continued to suck Tim’s cock.
“I’m gonna cum! Can I cum in your ass?”
“Mmm hmm”, I moaned.
Stephen loaded me up. I spun around and sucked him off while it was Tim’s turn to do the same. Tim didn’t seem to mind sloppy seconds, punching out my hole with his big dick. For the third week in a row I heard him grunt, emptying his seed up my ass.
“Well damn, thank you guys. That was hot.”
“Yeah, your ass is better than I imagined. Tim, you’re a lucky man.”
“Yeah, I guess.”, Tim said, somewhat
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