When Caleb arrives at the psychologist’s office, he doesn’t know what to expect. He carries with him thirty-two years of troubles, which he is desperate to rid himself of. Yet at the end of the first session, it appears he has another desire. A forbidden desire he has no right to expect to become reality.<br><br>As the sessions continue, they are peppered with extremely unorthodox methods which only add fuel to the flame that something might happen between them. And while the therapy sessions appear to be having their desired effect, Caleb begins to wonder if he’s having any effect on the handsome psychologist.<br><br>Something tells him he is. But isn’t it forbidden for a mental health professional to have romantic attachments to their clients? Does Caleb have that certain something that will make the psychologist break the rules which keep him employed? Or is Caleb doomed to have his heart broken yet again?

The Psychologist

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.”


Chapter 12