Christy the Sex Therapist

47

Days passed, and Marcus's ankle fully healed. A few days after Alex fucked him, he went for a 30-minute jog to test how well his ankle held up. His ankle felt good, but unsurprisingly. his asshole still felt a little tender.

He and Miss Christy continued to enjoy each other's company, though there was a little less sexual activity. The 'Alex question', if we can call it that, loomed large for both.

Marcus learned a few days earlier, as Alex wrecked his novice hole, that as the Divinyls once articulated (look it up) there's a fine line between pleasure and pain, and in some cases, the two states of mind are barely distinguishable from each other. There was no doubt his asshole hurt like an absolute motherfucker after Alex had finished with him, but at the same time, he absolutely loved the feeling of being totally dominated by a man way bigger and stronger than himself.

Miss Christy's perspective was, of course, significantly different. Whereas Marcus viewed Alex solely through the prism of sex, Miss Chtisty's concerns were multifaceted. She didn't know whether she'd accidentally destroyed her marriage, but if she had, it was never her intention. She reflected on the fact that both she and Alex had each other's permission to have sex outside their marriage, but her relationship with Marcus was the first time (at least as far as she knew) that feelings of love had sprouted and grown, and neither she nor Alex had planned for that. She hadn't heard from Alex since he last texted her a few days ago.

Both Marcus and Miss Christy were due back at work on Monday; getting back into the swing of a normal life might help them both. Miss Christy had asked Marcus to stay with her, at least until they knew what Alex planned to do, and Marcus couldn't agree fast enough. On Sunday afternoon, they drove to Marcus's apartment to bring back some more of his clothes and essentials which they stored in the spare room closet. It felt like Marcus was slowly moving in.

They sat on Miss Christy's couch watching terrible Sunday night television.

"Hey, Miss Christy, can I ask you something?"

"You know the rules. Ask me anything you want, boi."

"So ... I need to be honest with you. You know it hurt, like it *really* hurt, when Alex fucked me the other day."

"Yeah, I know," said Miss Christy. She saw what his ass had looked like after the damage was done. Besides, she'd taken her husband's enormous cock in her own ass a number of times, and she knew it wasn't easy.

"Well, so a part of me really liked it. Not so much the pain. Actually, I don't think I liked the pain at all. It felt like he was splitting me in half. But I really liked the feeling of being dominated by a strong man. I've never had that experience before."

Miss Christy was silent, waiting for Marcus to continue.

"Does Alex fuck you in the ass, Miss Christy?"

"Sometimes, yeah. Why?"

"Because ... I mean ... he's so goddamn big! How do you take it all?"

"Hmm. Yeah, he *is* big. And pretty wide, too. He isn't easy to suck, either, but I'm sure you already know that. Well, when it comes to anal, relaxation helps. Being able to relax your asshole is very important. The other thing is he doesn't just jam it in when he fucks my ass. There's a bit of foreplay and loosening up that happens first. And lube. Proper lubrication is very important. The way your ass looked the other day, it looked as though he spat on your hole and forced himself in."

"Yeah, I think that's pretty much what happened. It felt raw. You've fucked me in the ass a few times now, and I love it, but while all of the dildos you've used have filled me up, none of them are as big as Alex is. And you lube me up good beforehand, too."

"The other thing, Marcus, is I've also got a pussy, so it's never a case of anal or nothing."

Marcus was lost in thought for a moment. He wondered what it'd feel like to have a pussy, but he knew he'd probably never know. His asshole would just have to do the job.

"You know, I've got bigger dildos than the ones we've played with, Marcus."

"Can you train me, Miss Christy?"

"Train you for what, exactly, Marcus?"

"Train me to take bigger dicks. I really want to be able to take Alex. Assuming he comes back, that is." He noticed Miss Christy's face fall. "Fuck, I didn't mean it that way. He's coming back, Miss Christy. Of course he is. As if any man would be able to stay away from someone as hot as you!"

She smiled, but she had her doubts about Alex coming back. "OK, boi. I hope you're right. When do you want to start training?"

"Ummmmm ... is now OK?", replied Marcus.

"Sure. Go to the spare room. Undress, and I'll meet you there."

*

Miss Christy reached into the back of her closet and pulled out her go-to dildo. Nine fat plastic inches of fake pornstar dick. Yep, she thought, this'll do the job. She brought the dildo and a bottle of lube to the spare bedroom. She found Marcus as she'd instructed -- on the bed, naked.

"Roll over, boi, I'm gonna spread you." She poured lube onto his hole and massaged his cheeks. She slipped a finger into his still tender anus and he moaned.

"You sure you want this?"

Marcus knew what she was referring to -- the fact his ass had recently been destroyed, and maybe it was too soon to push the envelope. "I'm not sure. Let's try."

Miss Christy ran her hands through Marcus's hair. "OK, but only if you're sure. Now you might not be able to take all of this first time. Actually, I don't think you'll be able to take it all. And that's OK. I'm not gonna fucking just jam it in, I don't want to hurt you. Especially given your ass might still feel a bit tender after Alex. We'll work up to it, I'm sure you'll eventually get there. For now, let me know if or when it's too much, and I'll stop straight away. OK?"

"OK, Miss Christy."

"Are you ready?"

"I think so."

Miss Christy lubed the dildo and pressed it against Marcus's anus. She applied some pressure to penetrate his sphincter, and eventually the head went in. Marcus gasped as his anus stretched. This was some serious girth. He wasn't sure if he was enjoying this. It stung. It hurt. What was missing was the feeling of domination. A dildo can't throw you around like a doll. A dildo doesn't get verbal.

Miss Christy slowly moved the dildo in and out of Marcus's asshole. Marcus was concentrating on how it felt. It almost felt like a medical procedure, or a test of endurance. It didn't feel sexy. She was inside him for about ten minutes, but she only got about four and a half inches into him when he tapped out. Fuck, this was a fat piece.

"Stop ... fuck, stop." Miss Christy eased the dildo out of him immediately. She noticed his ass was stretched pretty wide. He didn't get hard.

There was more work to be done. Mentally, he already felt like a total slut for big dick, but physically, he needed to be sure his pussy would be equal to the task when the moment next arrived.

*

Later that night, Marcus was lying next to Miss Christy in bed. She was reading a novel. He knew the book she was reading, he'd recommended it to her and she was reading his own personal copy. He was looking forward to her finishing the book so they could talk about it; Marcus absolutely loved talking about literature with other people. Marcus assumed Miss Christy was trying to clear her mind in advance of tomorrow's clients. Meanwhile, he was absolutely dreading going back to work tomorrow.

Marcus's laptop was on the floor nearby. He reached down to pick it up, and a few minutes later, Miss Christy noticed him deep in concentration on whatever it was on his laptop screen. There was no sound, perhaps he'd put his computer on mute. She noticed his breathing had deepened. She also noticed he was lightly teasing one of his nipples. He'd pulled the bedsheet up in a shallow attempt to disguise what he was doing, but he failed dismally.

Miss Christy put her book down. "You watching something interesting over there, boi? What are you watching?"

"Just some porn, Miss Christy. Is that OK with you?"

"Yeah, of course it is, boi." She watched him watching the screen. "Can I see?"

He adjusted the angle of the laptop screen so she could see what he was watching. She saw two men facing each other, kneeling on the mattress of a hotel room bed. One man was a tattooed hunk. His shirt was off, muscles everywhere. Huge tattoo sleeve down his left arm, and more tattooes across his built chest. The other was a twink wearing skater clothes and shoes. The two men were kissing deeply.

The twink on the screen sucked on the hunk's nipples. As he watched, Marcus moaned as he lightly grazed his fingers across his own nipples, imagining he was lucky enough to be dining out on the hunk's huge mantits. Eventually the twink on the screen made his way down to the hunk's groin and sucked his thick cock into his mouth. Marcus kept touching his nipples as Miss Christy watched on. She loved watching gay porn, but in this moment she was much more interested in watching Marcus than the porn. She noticed a small bulge in the bedclothes where Marcus's cock would be.

"Fuck, boi, this is really hot," she said, as she began touching her own nipples. Marcus didn't respond, he was fixated on the porn. Miss Christy already knew what Marcus was thinking: the hunk in the clip was Alex, the skater twink was Marcus.

Marcus realised there was no point trying to hide what he was up to. He threw the bedsheet off and lay there naked. His dick was hard. Miss Christy watched as he sucked on his middle finger and slowly moved his hand down to his ass. He gasped as his finger penetrated his hole. He'd done this before, but always on his own, never in the presence of someone else. Miss Christy watched as Marcus started fucking himself with his finger. The porn clip rolled on.

Marcus started talking to himself as the clip rolled on and he finger-fucked his ass. "Fuck, look at this hot dude ... look at those muscles ... his tatts are so sexy ... just wanna suck on his hot muscled chest while I tug on his big dick ..."

Miss Christy remained silent as she watched her boi watch his porn. She moved her hand down to her cunt.

"I love how they kiss ... I know it's porn, but they're so totally into each other ... I'd love to be in the same room ... fuck, the skater dude is so cute, too ... I wonder what it'd be like to fuck myself ..."

Miss Christy watched as Marcus stroked himself. She was loving this.

Marcus took his finger out of his ass and began touching one of his nipples again. He looked over at Miss Christy as he stroked himself.

"Fuck, Miss Christy, this is so hot ... I wanna be the skater dude in this scene so bad ... I wanna be fucking manhandled ... dominated ... how fucking hot is this muscle dude ... fuck, those sexy tatts ... maybe I should look into doing some gay porn ..."

He watched as the skater dude in the clip took the alpha's cock in his mouth and stroked him until he came all over his tongue.

Marcus shot his own load all over his stomach. And watching her boi making himself cum was all it took to send Miss Christy over the edge.

She glanced across and saw Marcus's load pooling across his torso. "You gonna eat your protein, Marcus?"

He scooped it up and ate it.

"Fucking hell, Marcus, that was so sexy watching you bate."

Marcus was still catching his breath and collecting himself.

"You remember what you said while you were bating, Marcus?"

"What?"

Miss Christy filled in a temporary gap in his short term memory. "You said something about getting into gay porn. I don't think you've ever mentioned that before. Are you?"

Marcus had no idea how much work would be involved, or even whether there'd be a place in the industry for him at all. But on the upside, if there was, he knew there'd be lots of cock. "Fuck, maybe, yeah," he said. He remembered what Miss Christy's profession was. "I'm not sure. You think you can help me look into it?"

"Yep, I think so. If you want me to. You still got those pics I took of you a while back where you were on the kitchen bench showing off your sexy pussy?"

"Yes, Miss Christy, I do."

She smiled mischievously. "Good. They're gonna come in very handy, boi."

They kissed, and Miss Christy turned out the light.

*

48

The sun rose and they went to work.

Miss Christy reconnected with some of the clients she'd had to postpone. She did her best to push her own personal issues into the background in order to focus on the problems of others. Given her current situation, she found her work intellectually and emotionally exhausting, but she knew this would happen, and she'd done her best to mentally prepare herself in advance.

Meanwhile, in another office building, Marcus of the IT help desk reported for duty, checked in, logged on, donned his headphones, saluted, sheathed his sword and resumed his loyal service for The Corporation. All the problems he'd had to park when he wrecked his ankle had long since been resolved, but there was a constant, never-ending stream of new earth-shattering problems to deal with, such as 'I can't log on' or 'you took my access away' to deal with. He sighed and got on with it. Hey, at least it was a job.

After work, Marcus caught the bus back to Miss Christy's place. Miss Christy half-jokingly suggested Marcus cook dinner for them both, but the fridge was bare. Neither could be bothered going grocery shopping, so they went out for dinner.

Over a delicious Ethiopian meal of spicy stewed vegetables and flatbread, they talked about their first days back at work. Marcus was coping, probably because his work was mundane. By contrast, Miss Christy was wrecked, and it was only Monday. Marcus knew that most of his day was spent with headphones on, listening to people's complaints and trying to fix them, but at least he had colleagues he could vent to. His colleagues were glad to see him again, and they showed genuine concern about his welfare. But Miss Christy was on her own, her work at times was intellectually brutal, and there was nobody she could debrief with.

Alex wasn't mentioned over dinner, but he was never far away from either's thoughts. Marcus wanted to know how Miss Christy was processing the situation, but he wasn't sure how to bring it up with sensitivity. He had no window into recent communications between Miss Christy and Alex, but he'd have been surprised to know there wasn't anything of substance to report. Marcus assumed Miss Christy already knew that he only viewed Alex as a sex object, but he knew Alex was much more than that to Miss Christy. He was her husband, and surely that meant a great deal to her. Miss Christy had a bond, an attachment, and a promise to Alex that she didn't have with him. Marcus thought that if Alex didn't come back, Miss Christy would be devastated, and though while Marcus would personally be happier and more secure with Alex out of the emotional picture, Miss Christy's unhappiness would be far too big a price to pay.

Miss Christy, for her own part, was starting to feel incredibly comfortable with Marcus. Alex hadn't been gone long, but she was already starting to imagine possibilities of a post-Alex future, if that's how things eventually panned out. She didn't particularly want a future without Alex, but if that's how the dice fell, she felt sure she could cope and move on, so long as Marcus stayed with her. She had no kids with Alex, so if they were to separate, the only issues they'd need to deal with would be financial and emotional. The big financial issue would be their house. Bank managers and lawyers would swarm in, and they'd solve their problems in exchange for extortionate fees. The emotional side of things couldn't be outsourced, and she'd just have to deal with the tidal waves of shit as best she could. Should it come to that, she felt secure in Marcus.

Marcus, for his part, knew first-hand what it felt like to have a long-term life partner walk away. He cast his mind back, way way back, and recalled that it was the devastation from the end of a long-term relationship that initially set him on the journey, through psychology, medication and suicidal ideation, to Miss Christy's office. He was way past all of that now, but his experiences and perspectives might, if needed, help Miss Christy navigate situations.

"You OK, Miss Christy?"

His partner-in-dinner sighed. "Fuck, it's just been a tough day at work. And then there's Alex."

"Have you heard from him?"

"No, not for a few days. I hope he's doing OK, but I don't really know."

"Have you texted him, Miss Christy?"

"Not recently. I thought it best to give him space and time," replied Miss Christy.

"Probably a good idea, even though I know how hard it is to deal with the constant uncertainty," said Marcus. "It's weird, hey. When your partner disappears, the only constant *is* uncertainty, it just never goes away. When my previous partner left me, I promised a friend I'd only text her once each day, at night, just before bedtime, just to say hello. You know, just to check in, to try to keep in contact, and to try to keep myself in her thoughts, in some kind of vain hope she'd come back. But I think she hated hearing from me. It felt like she didn't want to know me at all. In her mind, I was already ancient history. The responses she sent to me were so hostile and blunt. I had no idea what I'd done to deserve this. It was like *she* was the one in pain, but she held all the cards, she made all the decisions, and she had absolutely no idea what she'd done to me and seemed to have no idea of the state she left me in. She didn't seem to care about me at all, the selfish bitch. It was so disorienting, to think that someone who'd been so central to my very existence for so long suddenly resented text messages from me, and even after all this time, I still have no idea why. Not that I care anymore, because I don't." He paused. Tonight wasn't about himself or his past. "Fuck, I don't mean to harp on my past, the emotions I felt way back then are long since buried. I'm just saying I kind of think I know how you feel. If I'm right, I know it feels hard, maybe raw, and like almost impossible to deal with. But don't crowd him. He'll come good."

Miss Christy wasn't convinced. "Did your ex eventually 'come good', Marcus?"

"Well ... no," replied Marcus. "No, she didn't. I think you probably already know that. If my story had a happy ending, I probably never would've met you. And at the time, just being alive felt unbearable sometimes. I remember one night as I went to sleep thinking I had no future. I remember staring at the ceiling that night thinking there's nothing left for me in this world, and it's too hard for me to start again. I remember wanting to die in my sleep that night, but the only problem was there'd be nobody to feed my cat in the morning. So I wanted to stay alive that night for the cat, and then my ex took the cat away from me a week later. Fuck me dead. Someone once said that time heals all wounds, but I don't think they were completely right. I don't think time can ever heal wounds, but it can certainly make them fade into the background. Does that make sense? I mean, some things cut so deeply that the scars remain forever no matter how desperately we want them to disappear, but we learn to deal with our pasts and we learn to move on. And I'm so glad I did, because I'm with you now. Absolutely no regrets. Fuck my ex, she's irrelevant. You're light years better in every way than she ever was. But Alex will be different. Just let him get settled into rugby, just let him get his routine back. He loves you."

Miss Christy smiled at him. She clung to hope, but she was no longer sure what she was hoping for.

"I got you, Miss Christy. You're not alone. You never will be."

She grasped his hand across the table and squeezed it tight.