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The two psychologists had met up after work and now sat in opposite chairs in Sigmund’s office, late into the evening, smoking cigarettes. Carl was enjoying the slight buzz he felt, relaxing in the smoke heavy room. Sigmund was speaking about one of his clients that day – a man with an oral fixation. Carl listened, stopping smoking every once in a while to interject, but mostly he was happy to watch Sigmund speak.
His colleague spoke confidently, his eyes sharp behind his glasses. Carl loved the way his lips pursed when he took another drag from his cigarette. Sigmund was so confident, so calculated, so intentional. Carl let his eyes rake Sigmund’s body, enjoying the lines in his suit. Sigmund saw him staring and met his eyes. There was a moment of tension, and then Carl broke the silence.
“Perhaps there could be a new method for treating this oral fixation.” He ventured.
Sigmund leaned in, “Do tell.”
“Instead of attempting to correct this fixation, perhaps it is best to lean into it.” Carl looked at the cigarette in Sigmund’s hand, then at his lips, then his eyes trailed lower. “If your patient could find fulfillment in his oral desires, the fixation could be corrected.”
Sigmund’s mouth quirked. “What a brilliant idea, my friend,” he said, “but I do feel that a more… physical demonstration may help me to fully understand what treatment you suggest.”
Carl’s heart fluttered, but he forced himself to move slowly, snubbing out his cigarette in the ash tray beside him. “Allow me to demonstrate then.” he said sultrily.
Carl got up from his chair, and walked until he stood directly in front of Sigmund, their knees touching. Then, he sank down to his knees, pushing Sigmund’s legs apart as he did so.
Carl looked up at his friend, enjoying the spark of excitement in his eyes, before turning his attention to his prize. Carl gently unzipped Sigmund’s pants, and pulled his cock out. It was large, and half hard already. Carl licked his lips, wetting them in preparation.
“My professional opinion,” Carl said, stroking Sigmund’s dick, “would be that this patient could find relief in an experience similar to breastfeeding, the performance of fellatio.”
With that, Carl brought his mouth to Sigmund, licking up the head of his cock. The psychoanalyst shivered under his touch. Carl turned his attention to the shaft, licking the underside in one long stroke. Sigmund was fully hard now, and Carl revelled in his effect on the man.
Carl looked up at Sigmund’s face. The other man looked flustered, different from how he would typically look. Maintaining eye contact, Carl wrapped his lips around Sigmund’s cock and took him fully into his mouth.
Sigmund moaned, thrusting forward a bit as he did so. Carl let him, sucking at the addition to his mouth. He stayed like that for a moment, with just the amount that fit comfortably in his mouth, before he began to swallow.
Carl took Sigmund deeper and deeper, until his whole cock was in Carl’s mouth. The experience was overwhelming, Sigmund’s dick was long and thick, taking up all of the room in Carl’s mouth and throat. Still, he found he liked the feeling, and his own cock was stiffening quickly.
Carl moved his mouth up and down Sigmund’s length, and his fellow psychologist was soon thrusting into him rigorously. Carl’s hand found his way into his pants, jerking at his own cock at the pace Sigmund was setting.
He sucked at the cock in his mouth, his throat muscles constricted. His mouth was so full that his subconscious was free and unrestrained. It met Sigmund’s in the shared experience they were having.
Sigmund was panting, his mouth open and wet. His thrusting became faster, and Carl took it with pleasure, his own hand speeding up as well.
With a strong thrust, Sigmund came. Carl suckled at the semen, swallowing it eagerly. As the cum hit his throat, Carl came, the mess spilling into his hand and then onto the floor. He pulled off of Sigmund breathlessly. The psychologists looked at each other, both breathing heavily.
Sigmund spoke first. “I think your theory may have some merit.”