5 comments/ 33660 views/ 3 favorites Dave and His Therapist Ch. 01 By: WallsOverSidewalks It's only eight in the morning and I'm already excited about my four p.m. therapy session with Dr. Graham. I've nervous at the same time. I try to pour my coffee into the cup but ended up spilling enough to burn my hand. I hiss at the jolt of pain and bite down on the forefinger, where the origin of the pain is. My son, Marcus, runs down the stairs and grabs his cereal that I have already laid out for him. He says his thanks. I blow on the light burn on my finger and give it a shake. "Dave!" I hear my wife yell from the bedroom. "Yes sweetheart?" I yell back, smiling at the thought of last night. "Where are my keys? You drove my car last!" Shit! I mutter to myself and walk briskly to my wallet that I left on the counter in the bathroom. Nope, not there. I walk towards the garage and suddenly spot them on the hook near the door. I grab them and give them to my wife. "Here they are." I dangle them in front of her but before she could grab them, I pull my arm back and say, "Kiss me first." "Dave! That is so annoying!" She stubbornly gives me a peck on the cheek, and I submit. "You're not that fun, Ellie." I teasingly say. "I'm the one who gave you the joyride, remember?" She says. I blush and walk away. She had me there. I didn't do anything last night. She was in that mood where nothing could stop her from getting what she wanted. She clawed at my chest and went down on me like there was no tomorrow. She let me rest for only a few minutes before she was riding me and kissing me violently. I loved how she dominated me like that. I hear her shut the door and before I know it, Marcus and her are out of the driveway. I get my briefcase and stick my yellow pads in there. I'm halfway out the door when I hear my house phone ring. I run back into the house and pick it up in the kitchen. "Hello?" "Out of breath there?" He chuckles. "Who is this?" I ask immediately. "Dr. Graham. Isn't this ... uhm, David Lundberg?" "Yeah, call me Dave." "All right... Dave. Thanks. I just wanted to let you know about your appointment today. Do you think we could move it to noon? I have a family emergency to attend to today and it was a spur of the moment kind of deal, you know?" "Yeah, I'm sorry to hear about the family issue. Anyway, noon would be much better for me. I'll see you then?" "Thank you Dave. See you then." Click. I smile to myself and walk out the door to drive myself to work. I receive about nine calls before eleven. I speak to my receptionist and let her know that I must leave earlier than expected and to write down all messages for me. I take a mint from the glass bowl on her desk and smile back at her. I park my car next to a Toyota Highlander with a decked out radar system inside. I take a peek inside and make my way to the front door. I'm nervous as hell so I scavenge for a political magazine. I find one and take my seat again. Within fifteen minutes, my name is called. Dr. Graham introduces himself, shakes my hand, and gives me the whitest smile I've ever seen. I introduce myself and give him a shy smile back. He stares long enough to know that he thought something about me in those five seconds. He leads me back to his office and closes the door once I take a seat on the couch. "How old are you?" He asks. "Old. Well, hitting thirty-two soon. That's old." I say sarcastically. "Not that old. I'm older. So, what's going on?" He asks while leaning comfortably forward on his knees. I can't help but notice how lean his body appears. I look away, refusing to let myself blush. He listens to me chatter away about personal problems, financial problems, and when it comes to the sexual issues, I become edgy and noticeably uncomfortable. "It's quite normal to feel uncomfortable with someone you hardly know. This is my job though and plus, it's interesting. Tell me about it, I mean, are you straight? Married? Married with kids?--" "Oh, all of that, well, yeah. I have one kid. His name is Marcus and he's entering that snobby stage. My wife, Ellie, is wonderful, but sometimes she forgets that I am a man with needs, you know? Well, I shouldn't ask you that. We've been married for three years and even though we had intercourse last night, it's rare when she's in the mood for it. I'm a guy... I am often in that mood." "Are you now? I mean, are you in that mood every day? Every-other hour? Is it too often, you think?" He asks and I cannot help but stare into his dark brown eyes. A minute has passed and I haven't said a thing. "Yeah, I kind of am in that mood, but it's nothing that can't be ignored." "What's running through your head?" "So now you're a sex addict doctor?" I retort. He laughs. "No, no. You're a sex- addict?" He actually sounded interested and oddly aroused by that. I wondered if he found me attractive. He's probably straight though. What am I thinking? "How can I be a sex-addict if there's not enough sex involved?" I ask. "It's me who asks the questions Dave. But, you're right. Since you aren't involved on a regular basis, it seems likely that you would become an addict." "Uhh... is that a bad thing? I know there are institutions for those kind, but I mean, I'd rather be less involved than in one of those!" I watch him smile at me as if he finds me the most comedic person alive. I happen to enjoy seeing him smile. I don't know why but he gives me this funny tingle inside the core of my body. It feels quite odd. I look at a picture on the wall real quick and glance back over at him. I swore I thought I saw him looking lower than my face! I blushed madly. "Why are you blushing so badly?" He asks knowing he's stepping over the border-line. "I just blush easily. I had a thought. I don't want to talk about it." We talk some more about sex, then back to my personal problems. He let's me know that time is up and if he could see me again Friday. I agree and he puts his hand on my back and guides me out the door. The closeness bothers me. I walk away without looking back. *********************************************** "Marcus! Are you ready to go to the beach?!" I yell. I toss a towel over my shoulder and yell at Marcus that I'll be outside. I wave at the neighbor across the street mowing the lawn. Closing my eyes, I smell the fresh grass, and realize that it's a bright, beautiful Saturday morning where the birds chirp the morning song softly in their nests high up in the trees. Marcus tugs on my arm and runs for the passenger door of my Infiniti. "Let's go, dad!" I smile at him and hop into the car. We talk briefly and he continues to look out the window while I replay yesterday's session with Dr. Graham in my head. Before I realize it, I'm at the beach. Marcus hops out, grabs his flip-flops, slips them on, and runs towards the pier. He's always loved that the most for some reason, I think to myself. I chase after him, pretending I'm some bad guy that's going to take him away. He laughs and once we reach the end of the pier, we both stop and gaze at the amazing view of the ocean. The smell of fish and the salty water flares through my nostrils and I begin to relax. "Dad, let's play tag! You're it, I'm not!" He starts running at extreme speed and it makes me wonder if I could actually catch him. I run after him, catch him, let him catch me, and again and again. I make a sharp turn and smack right into someone. I fall down on top of a person. "Man, I am so sorry." I brush off the sand and quickly spot Marcus to make sure he hasn't kept on running. "Dude, it's okay. You sure have a way of knocking a man off his feet." He laughed. That's when it hit me. I mean, really hit me. "Dr. Graham! What are you doing here?!" I am stunned and appalled at the fact I ran into him on the beach. I get off him quickly and help him up. He brushes the sand off his swim suit and out of his hair. I have to admit, he looked adorable making his hair messy because of all the sand in it. "Dad! Who's that?" Marcus yells. "Son, I want you to meet someone." Marcus runs over and I put my arm around him. "This is Dr. Graham." Marcus shyly says hello. Dr. Graham bends down and says, "Well, hello there little one. You want some ice cream?" Marcus's face lit up like he won the jackpot at a carnival. "Dad, can I?" I hesitate but he stops me. "Dave, you can call me Jack. Come with us. I'll buy you some ice cream too just so you don't get too jealous of pooh-bear over here." He acted like he was family, like he knew Marcus all along. He was so... so, cool with everything. No wonder he was a great psychologist. Why was he interested in some bipolar, obsessive compulsive guy like me? Was he interested, or was he just being a friend? "Sure, let's go. I wouldn't get jealous though... Jack." He smiled, "Don't get so defensive." He saw me blush- again. He got Marcus exactly what he wanted, paid for mine and his without any expectations of us paying him back. I told him I would, but he said that's cheap. Friends do nice things. I smiled at him shyly and he looked at me longingly. He looked down at my lips as I stared at his eyes. I gasped softly and realized there was a tension in the air now. "Let's go sit on the bench, Jack!" My son said. We all ate our ice cream and then talked. Jack asked a lot of questions to Marcus. I was happy he was fond of kids. Marcus was done eating and Jack was almost finished. I felt this was the perfect time. "Hey buddy, you're it!" I tagged Jack and ran for my life, honestly. He was smooth in his run once he got up. He chased me and pinned me to the sand. He bent down to my ear and whispered, "Got you." I looked into his eyes and noticed the affects on me. I noticed I was getting an erection so I pushed him off me. "Okay, so I'm it. It's my turn to choose which one I shall go for." I gave the most devilish smile I could offer. I ran away from him and chased after Marcus again. He was a smart one. He stayed clasped to Jack. If I tried tagging Marcus, chances are, he'd move, and I'd tag Jack. "I'm spent!" I fall down and let the sun embrace me. My eyes were closed when I felt a hand quickly grab my crotch. I shot up and noticed Jack standing over me looking as sexy as he could be. "What do you want?" I pretended to sound completely annoyed. He mouthed something, but I could not see it because of the sun's light. "Speak it, don't mouth it!" I got up and told Marcus to get ready to get back in the car. He did as he was told and I walked over to the bench with Jack. As soon as I turned around, I was completely stunned. He had pulled me into his arms so quickly and yet so smoothly. His lips brushed mine and he breathed hard. Our faces were centimeters apart and I was completely lost in his eyes. Luckily, he let go of me before we both lost it. He whispered, "You know what I want." He almost walked away, but I grabbed his arm. I told him to show me to his car real quick and he looked confused, but once we were both inside, I lunged at him. I was absolutely out of my mind. I kissed him fiercely and with a passion I had not felt in a long time. He kept his hands on my face or neck, but I was not in a love-making mood. I grabbed his raging hard-on and held my hand there, rubbing my thumb over his shaft. He let out a soft moan and pleaded for me to not do that. "I have to go back to Marcus, Jack." I kissed him softly this time and I was surprised by the groan I let out. I was in complete shock. I forced myself away from him, hopped out of his Ford F-150 and walked to my car. I felt his eyes watching me. For some reason, I knew he was smiling. This scared the shit out of me. What am I thinking? I'm not ready for some hot, steamy, gay-porn action. I'm married with a great son. I'm not supposed to be gay! Dave and His Therapist Ch. 02 Previously: "I have to go back to Marcus, Jack." I kissed him softly this time and I was surprised by the groan I let out. I was in complete shock. I forced myself away from him, hopped out of his Ford F-150 and walked to my car. I felt his eyes watching me. For some reason, I knew he was smiling. This scared the shit out of me. What am I thinking? I'm not ready for some hot, steamy, gay-porn action. I'm married with a great son. I'm not supposed to be gay! It's been two weeks and my sessions with Jack, I mean, Dr. Graham, have been short and uncomfortable. I've heard it said that it's foolish to avoid someone, otherwise things will become much worse. He's tried to talk about it and he's even gone as far as calling the house number, but all I do is ignore him. The more I seem to ignore him, the worse it gets. It's because I miss him. I miss that day at the beach. I miss how he spoke with Marcus, my son. I miss how we kissed, how our lips felt united. Nothing felt wrong. And now it all feels wrong. I'm married with a son and fooling around with my therapist. I'm tempted to do so many wrong things. The phone rings while I'm reading in bed. It's about 10pm and I reach over to pick it up. I answer and realize it's my therapist. "Listen to me, David. I can't be on the phone long 'cause I'm still in my office. Meet me at Carmine's in an hour. Please be there. Hear me out. Deal?" "Fine. Make it half-hour." I ordered. "That's pushing it for me, I--" "Then I won't be there. Half-hour, Jack." I hang up and surprise myself by rushing to my closet. I was happy with the conversation; he took charge by calling and I took charge by pushing him to be there. I leave a note on the bathroom door telling my wife that a client has asked to see me. It's common from my job so I knew she'd think nothing of it. I look into my closet and pick out a light red polo shirt. I put on some cargo pants and quickly spray on some Black Code cologne by Armani. I don't really know what to expect tonight but I do know that I want to be prepared for anything. Part of me hopes for another kiss and part of me wants to completely end it. I arrive there as he arrives about two minutes later. I stare at him and he guides me to a booth seat in the corner of the restaurant. He waves to a man I'm assuming is the owner. He waves back and smiles lightly. I assume they know each other fairly well. We take our seats and he crosses his hands on the table while staring at them. It's only when he starts speaking does he hold his stare with my eyes. "I want to talk to you about how I feel. I'm not saying I'm here to marry you, love you, worship you, but I do feel we have a connection- a bond. It is a bond that is rare, just like many other wonderful things like trust, a real friendship, or a love that never dies. What I'm trying to say is that I want to take a risk in my life. I want it to be with you and if you tell me to forget it, fine, but that means I cannot be your therapist, I cannot be your friend and I cannot be in your mind whatsoever. I'm not good at telling the truth, but with you it's different. I feel an urge to be honest and I honestly like you. I like your son and I like the way you dress, but that's not the most important. As silly as this may sound, I really liked the way your... uhh, I like..." He stutters for a few seconds. "Like what?" I ask plainly, probably too coldly. "I like the way I feel physically and emotionally with you. That's all." He looked at me and smiled softly. His smile made every raw emotion melt away. I shifted in my seat and thought of something to say. This is where people in Hollywood say the perfect line, but honestly, I can't think of one word to say. I'm happy, I'm confused, I'm scared, and I'm relieved. "Is it too late to order a drink here? I mean, a soda beverage, not beer or anything. My mouth feels very dry all of a sudden." He smiled and a small giggle slipped through his smile. "Yeah..." He suddenly yells over at the guy I saw when I first walked in. "Paul, get us something to drink. Two cokes!" He looks at me again and just waits. "I don't want you constantly judging me, using your therapy skills on me, you know. You don't always have to wait to listen because there is such a thing as speaking up. If you have a question, ask it. It doesn't matter what it is, just ask it. I don't get why you want me, well..." I paused for a minute or so, "Yeah, okay, I kind of do, but honestly, I'm not that different than any other guy. I also don't see how you and I will work. I'm married. Married. I gave my heart away a long time ago. I just... I can't kiss you if it doesn't mean anything, or if it won't mean anything ever. This isn't easy." I sigh really loudly and clasp my hands to my arms as I lean in to be an inch closer. It isn't on purpose. I'm just frustrated with how difficult these situations are. He sips on his Coke and puts it down. "Paul, put on something mellow... will you?" Jack stands and holds out his hand to me. "Dance with me." I almost choke on the piece of ice I sucked on in my mouth. I drop it back into my cup and stumble on my words. "What.. I, I, I, I don't, don't dance ... I don't dance at all!" He rolls his eyes and takes my hand and pulls me out. He's holding my waist and pulling me beside him. "If you can't listen to the music and dance to it, dance to how you feel inside here." He rests his hand on my heart. I dance with him as I have my head on his shoulder. My hand is in his, his other hand on my waist and my other hand rustling through his thick brown hair. "You do know how to dance... very well, I might add." He leaned back and looked at me. He kept dancing while holding my gaze with his. Neither of us heard the song end, so we kept going. He ended the night by giving me a kiss on the cheek and walking me out to the car. We talked for another half-hour and then I said that I really had to go. "Come to the fair with me Saturday." I told him I would and we had many more dates after that. Every night made me want him sexually more and every time I saw him made me want to say those three words to him more. "Darling, I'm leaving for Chicago for five days. I'd like to take Marcus with me. Is that okay with you?" My wife, Ellie asks one Thursday morning. "Uh, why are you going to Chicago and Marcus can't be left alone in that bustling city," I said. "Yes, sweetheart, I know. I have one thing to do two days into the trip, but it will only last one hour. Otherwise, I would like to have alone time with my son. Will you be all right by yourself?" "I guess, yeah. When do you leave?" I asked while holding the newspaper. "Marcus and I leave tomorrow afternoon at two. We will be back Wednesday around six at night. It was the only flight I could get. Sorry." She touches my shoulder and leans over to kiss me. I barely kiss her back. "How are you doing, Dave?" "Dr. Graham, I'm doing okay. My wife left today for Chicago. She took Marcus with her. I miss him a lot. You know how you wish for alone time constantly and when you get it, you don't want it? Yeah, that's how it is." "Well... I have no more patients for today. I could come over, if that is, you'll let me." I stare wide-eyed at him and all I can do is focus on my breathing normally again. "Yeah... come with me." "Oh, I'll come with you, any time you want. My pleasure!" He stands up and puts on suit jacket. He takes a few things with him and tells me that he'll come to my car in about five minutes. He didn't want it to look too suspicious so he'd have a chitchat with the secretary. "No flirting with her." I tell him. "No, me? Never!" He smiles widely and his eyes almost twinkle. I love it. "You little fucker." I sarcastically say. I wait by my car and a half-hour later, he's with me at my house. I let him inside and show him around. We hang around, watch T.V., look at my music collection together, drink a beer and laugh about each other's jokes. An awkward moment rolls around and we stare at each other. He slams down his beer and forces a kiss on me. He grabs my face and kisses me so hard I can hardly kiss him back. Oddly, his beer breath turns me on, and his control over me turns me on more. I feel my pants tighten and I realize I am growing an erection. I push him off me and he looks confused until I take his hand. I lead him to my bedroom and face him. "This is where I want you." I say to him, astounded that I said it out-loud. He kisses me softly and climbs onto me once I'm lying on the bed. We make out for what seems to be years and slowly, he starts to fumble under my shirt. He pushes his hands up my shirt and rubs them on my bare skin. I sit up and raise my hands. He takes the shirt off and stares at me. "You work out?" He asks. "You can't tell?" I ask back. "Oh, fuck yeah. God, you're body is gorgeous. I've always thought of this, ever since I first laid eyes on you." He bent down to kiss my stomach and spread them all around my chest. He kissed my apple, my collar bone, and eventually sucked and flicked on each nipple. I was groaning and covering my eyes because of disbelief. I had thought of this quite a few times and always came at the thought of him doing things like this to me. I unbutton his white shirt and throw the shirt off to the floor. I rub my hands over his body and up to his shoulders and down his arms. "You're just as beautiful, Jack." I lean up to place a kiss on his lips but he moved back. He did that a few times until I pushed him down so that all his weight was on me. It was the only way I'd win and I'd get to kiss him. He placed his hand on my hip and rubbed downward. "I have to see you," he breathes loudly. His eyes are still closed, ironically. I let his hands roam my body and waited for him to take off my pants and boxers. I jump unexpectedly to the brush of his hand on my erection. He smiles up at me and slowly removes my clothing. I lay naked in front of him and he cannot help but stare at the length of my body. He whispers words of beauty and smiles softly as he lightly strokes my stomach. His eyes move downward towards my cock and he almost giggles to himself at the sight of how hard I am since he's been here in my room with me. He lies down beside me and puts his arm around my stomach. He slides closer to me, where I can feel his cock through his pants pressing against my ass. "I just wanted to see you for now. You're perfect..." I couldn't understand the rest of his words as he trailed off to a soundless sleep. "Morning sunshine! I made breakfast for you. It took me a while to find what I needed, but the pancakes are ready. Oh, and they are chocolate chip if you don't mind." He smiles widely and crawls onto the bed to tower over me. He leans down and kisses me and I'm surprised at the taste of Colgate toothpaste. I groan into the kiss and wrap my arms around him. He breaks the kiss and hovers over me. "Well, c'mon you slowpoke!" He gives me that fake look of frustration where he tries so hard to pout and look annoyed that you can see the signs of an inward smile. "Do I have to start tickling you?" I immediately move and try to escape, but he grabs a hold of me just to push me right back down. His hands went exactly for my tickle spot and I busted out in a soar of laughter. I tried so hard to say stop and don't, but he pretended not to understand. There was only one thing I could do to save myself, so I grabbed his shoulders and turned him around so that I was on top. I pressed my entire body against him and was surprised to feel his cock growing. I didn't let that affect my chance to have power over him. I grabbed his hands and clasped them with mine. I pinned him to the bed and lunged for his mouth. I kissed him with everything I had to give. "Mmm... Dr. Graham... you taste so good." I mumbled through kisses. "Yeah? Mmm, god... I want... you so... much." He panted loudly. I stopped kissing him and asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He looked at me with a blank expression and finally came to a conclusion. He said, "No" very quietly. "Why not?" I ask, confused and feeling a hint of pain stabbing at my heart. "Because." He said as he forced himself to look away. "Let's go have breakfast before it gets too cold." He got out of bed and tossed me my boxers. For the next two days, Jack and I simply watched movies, listened and danced to music and talked about us for many hours. He asked about my childhood, my adolescent years and how I met my current wife. I asked him about his life and found out he was a twin, never married because of his feelings towards men more than women. He suffered some abuse from the hand of his father when he was a teenager and his mother died of cancer when he was only twenty. The morning before my wife would be home, I asked him why he didn't want to fuck me and he told me to sit down. "I don't fuck Dave. If I wanted that, I'd have gone to a strip joint or find a glory hole in one of those places they have down on 34th street. I never go there anymore because I've met you. In some ways, you've changed how I act, and you make me think." "So what do I have to do to get you to want me? I've thought about it a lot and I've come to the conclusion where I want to try a relationship with you. It is wrong for me to ... cheat on my wife, but she rarely notices my needs. I've never cheated on her before you came along and no it's not your fault. I made that choice. I just want you to want me, I guess." "Then you have to say it correctly." He stood up and said he had to go to work to see three clients and then he'd come back. I spent the rest of the day thinking what he possibly meant and all of a sudden, it dawned on me. The feeling was overwhelming and tears formed at the corner of my eyes.