The Therapist

(Thanks to my prereaders. This is a multipart story. No sex in the first part)

It was another restless night. I looked like hell in the morning and I knew I was keeping her up also with my tossing and turning and insomnia. After months of this, my lack of sleep was starting to affect everything: work, life at home, my energy, my libido.

I tried to self-diagnose. I journaled; I changed my routines; I ate differently; I tried everything on the over-the-counter market. Nothing seemed to help.

My wife and I were eating dinner one night when she reminded me that we have access to a number of therapy sessions through her EAP. She said she had talked with her friend Dan and that his husband was having similar issues and got help through the EAP.

At this point, while I wasn't thrilled about my wife talking about my mental, and physical, issues with one of her coworkers, I felt like I was running out of options.

She emailed me from work the next day with a link to the EAP and mentioned the name of the therapist Dan's husband worked with. That evening after dinner I sat down and worked through the EAP process and got a referral and appointment to this therapist. Not surprisingly he was busy, but I was able to get an appointment early the next week.

Unfortunately, these steps gave me no relief from my insomnia and restlessness, but at least I had an appointment.

The therapist told me to call him Erin when I arrived at his office. He was a little taller than me and clearly spent time in the gym. He had an ease about him that I presume is common with all good therapists. He ushered me into his office and had me sit in a chair. He sat opposite me in a matching chair and picked up his notebook. We went through the rituals of introductions and stating my issues. I noticed a slight, sweet, relaxing scent in the air and mentioned it.

Erin chuckled and said he didn't use anything like that, but if it helped me relax, then by all means. We continued talking and occasionally I'd notice him stretching his legs or uncrossing them. I couldn't help but notice that his suit pants couldn't hide what appeared to be an impressive bulge.

I like to think of myself as heteroflexible, but really it's mostly in my mind when I need something new to stroke to. My wife and I had a great relationship and I'd never stepped out, even when I had the chance.

The 55-minute hour seemed to fly by; we had barely scratched the surface of my issues, it seemed but I felt better already. We made an appointment for the same time next week and shook hands as I departed his office.

As I was leaving I took a peek at his package.

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I slept a little better over the next couple of nights. I began to feel somewhat more normal and rested. Not well-rested, mind, but better. One thing I noticed was that when I woke, I had massive (for me) morning wood. I'm not 25, so I was pleased, and surprised, to see that even a little REM sleep seemed to bring back my erection. My wife, however, was exhausted and had no desire to touch me, much less have sex.

Then the weekend came. I again was repeating the cycle of insomnia and restlessness. My morning erection also disappeared.

I did notice, however, that when I would find myself drifting off, I began thinking about my therapist, particularly his cock, and I'd start to get aroused. As I said earlier, I consider myself heteroflexible, so getting off to a cock wasn't that big of a deal to me.

The new week started and I dragged myself through work until my next appointment.

Erin again greeted me at the door and led me in. He had rearranged his office and he had me lie on a couch this time. Very cliche, I told him, smiling. He chuckled his deep chuckle and agreed, but said the layout was working for his clients.

I again sensed as much as smelled that aroma from the last session. He again waved it off and said it must be the perfume the client before me wore. That made sense and I let it go, starting to talk about my insomnia.

I reached a pause in our discussion when he stopped to consult his notes. He then asked me about the days when I had morning erections. I didn't remember mentioning those, but figured I must have at some point, and started telling him about waking up hard.

I also talked about how my wife was exhausted and I hadn't been great company, so she was understandably not interested in anything sensual with me.

He asked me to talk about that a little more. As he did, he shifted in his seat and briefly spread his legs, stretching. I got a glimpse of his bulge through his pants as I was talking. I think I briefly lost my train of thought, but then talked more about my wife.

Soon enough the session ended. Erin walked very closely behind me, putting his hand on my lower back as he showed me out of the office. We shook hands again as I made the appointment for next week.