The Practical

The final semester of grad school was nearing the end which mean practical evaluations would soon begin. Each student was assigned a partner, from the same program of study, with whom they would practice a counseling session. In order to make the simulation somewhat real, the topic or situation would be chosen by the "client" and not announced ahead of time. The "therapist" would have to be prepared to think on their feet. Each would have to stay in character, as if it were a real session. The session would take place at the choosing of the therapist. Some teams worked in conference rooms at the school, others that had interned at a professional office would work there, and a few would make different arrangements.

The home office had already been set up for the time when she had received her degree and licensing, so the mock session would take place there. By the time 5:00, on their appointed day, rolled around she had prepared the office, shuttled her daughter to the sitter, walked the dog and put some coffee on. A few minutes before 5:00 the bell rang announcing his arrival. Although they had never been in a group before, the program was small enough that everyone knew everyone else. She had noticed him many times before. They were close in age, both divorced and as far as she could tell, both single. Ushering him into her office, she took a seat in her chair, while he took a seat on the couch.

"Welcome" she opened. "It's nice to meet you. Please let me know what brought you here today."

"Well," he replied," I've been having some vivid dreams lately." "It's a little embarrassing, the content and all."

"Everything that happens in this room, stays in this room." She assured him. "The only time I can break that confidence is if you are an imminent threat to yourself or others. Everything else is just between us."

"Thank you, that's good to hear, because this is something that's difficult for me to discuss." He confessed.

Knowing that often the best thing a therapist can do is say nothing, she waited in silence.

"Well," he continued, "Almost every night, I've been dreaming about a sexual encounter with someone I don't know, someone different every night. Actually, it's more like heavy foreplay, we typically don't have intercourse and neither one of us has an orgasm. We just keep fondling one another, but it gets pretty intense. I wake up fully aroused, in need of relief, if you know what I mean."

"Ummmmm, okay," was about all she could come up with.

Was he putting her on? She'd heard about sessions where one student really tried to throw off the other. Sometimes it was a competitive thing, other times it was a test to see how far the "client" could push the "therapist". Even though he'd unrolled an unconventional situation, it didn't deviate far enough from a potential legitimate scenario that she felt it was okay to pull the plug. Plus, he seemed sincere in his admission. Unfortunately, she already felt a little bit of professionalism slipping away as she imagined him lying in bed, coping with the frustration of a full on erection, and a desperate need to ejaculate.

"It's not uncommon," she began, "for members of both sexes to have erotic dreams. In fact, it's quite healthy. What is it about the dreams that makes you concerned?"

There, she thought. Excellent response; normalize then ask a question.

"It's not that I'm worried or anything," he replied," it's just really difficult to deal with." He stopped and sat there with an inquisitive look on his face.

"Ok, well, do you have a partner?" was all she could come up with immediately.

"Unfortunately, I don't right now" was all he came back with.

Still sensing he was putting her on, but aiming to stay the course of the session she asked if masturbation was an option for him to relive himself. To which he replied it wasn't due to his religious believes. Another questionable answer she thought. It definitely was true that many religions frowned upon masturbation and in as much as he was veering quickly out of bounds, she still couldn't come up with a solid objection to calling off the session. Adding to her dilemma was the expanding warmth in her lower abdomen that spread between her legs. She could feel that familiar ache as her clitoris became aroused pushing itself out from between her now puffy labia. If she didn't reverse course immediately, that sensitive little button would get fully engorged demanding her attention.

As she plotted her next move, she saw what appeared to be his semi erect penis extending its way down the leg of his pants. She was sure she could see the outline of the tip as it continued to grow under her now watchful gaze. Any hint of professionalism was getting tossed out the window as she decided upon her next move.

"It sounds to me," she proclaimed, "that you have an advanced case of epididymal hypertension. It's something that occurs in both men and women when they are repeatedly sexually stimulated without orgasm. It can be a physical or mental stimulation, either can bring one into a very uncomfortable state. Typically, the discomfort resolves itself in a few hours, however, the longer one goes without orgasm the more uncomfortable the condition and longer it will last. For women, the condition will resolve with an orgasm. For men, it's a bit more complex. While an orgasm is necessary, the male must be brought to the highest state of arousal he can achieve and then have a profound ejaculation. In other words, his penis and testicles should get to a point where there's no way any more seamen can be held - the subject must be at the bursting point and then fully relieved. It gets quite uncomfortable, more so than what you're currently experiencing. I have some techniques than can work for you, but you need to commit to the process. It's tempting to relieve oneself immediately, but this will solve the condition only temporarily."

With that, she sat back, quite impressed with her clinical explanation of what was commonly referred to as "blue balls". Judging by the look on his face, he too seemed quite impressed. And judging by the extension of his erection; further aroused as well. She knew there was no clinical validity to the assertion that he delay his ejaculation. Allowing him to empty his testicles, at any point would provide the relief he needed. But now having become incredibly aroused as well, she thought it best to keep his penis hard for as long as possible thus allowing her to have as much pleasure as possible with his impressive manhood.

"Please, come over here, stand in front of me and remove your penis so I can have a look." She directed him.

Doing as he was told, he proceeded to approach her and open his fly. His penis strained against the thin cotton material of his underwear and there was already a small stain where the tip was residing. Reaching through the fly she liberated his erection. Gently she cupped his testicles and loosely held the tip of his penis. It was quite thick and perhaps 8" long. A long vein on the top pulsated as she massaged his ball sack. As she kneaded the head of his penis he began to leak fluid.

"I can see from the tightness in your balls and presence of fluid on the tip of your penis that you are in an advanced state," she said. "What we need to do is get you to the point that this clear fluid becomes populated with actual seaman. Then we'll know you have gotten to the tipping point, so to speak. Your testicles will have produced as much seaman as your penis can contain. Once we get you there, and only once we get you there will we allow a full ejaculation. The relief from your symptoms should be immediate. The suggested methodology involves sexual stimulation with a partner. It's been shown that more robust ejaculations can come about through physical contact with a someone else rather than through mental imagery and/or masturbation, therefore we will work together to build your orgasm. Please tell me other than direct contact with your penis, what, if any, are other erogenous zones in your body?"

"My nipples are quite sensitive," he eagerly offered. "Sucking or pinching then is quite stimulating to me."

"Very good," she replied. "Mine are quite sensitive as well, so I can appreciate how you feel. Please remove your shirt and we can start with some fondling of one another's nipples. Mine are quite tolerant of twisting and pinching, so please feel free to be more aggressive. I will let you know if it becomes too much for me. Also, you should let me know if you're close to orgasm before we've reached the tipping point. I will immediately back off and allow the building process to continue."

With that she stood, unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra. She could feel how soaked her panties had become. All of the descriptive explanations had gotten to her. Seeing his desperation aroused her incredibly. The ache between her legs grew in intensity as the two faced one another and gently fondled each other's erect nipples. In response to his growing need, he became more aggressive with his attention to her breasts. With thumb and forefinger applied greater pressure to both. Sensations shot directly from her nipples to her wanting pussy. The initial fluttering of an orgasm felt in her womb. Unable to stand any more she lowered herself onto the arm of the sofa, her now fully engorged clitoris thankful for the familiarly firm pressure it applied. Often during long nights of study, if her mind wandered into the erotic area, the arm of this couch or one of the firmer pillows proved to be a satisfactory way for her to relieve the tension. It showed its usefulness again as she rocked slightly back and forth clenching her legs to either side.

As he continued to firmly pinch her nipples, she removed her hands from his, once again cupping his enlarged balls with one hand as the other squeezed the head of his penis releasing yet more clear fluid. He whimpered slightly followed by a moan as she spread the pre-come around the head of his penis, then gave a few more forceful tugs causing his hips to thrust forward, his confused and overworked penis looking for a place to unload a cargo it had been carrying for much too long.

"Oh god, I think I'm going to come," he exasperatedly confessed.

"No, not yet," she admonished immediately removing her hands from his genitalia. "You're doing really well. It won't be much longer."

His hips pushed forward again as he continued to take out his frustration on her breasts, twisting her nipples mercilessly. The stimulation was overwhelming pussy. Having found the perfect position on the couch arm, she rocked a bit faster. Just as she felt the beginning of her orgasm, she lifted herself off the couch arm, stood in front of him and announced, "Ok, that's all we have time for today. Let's resume at the same time tomorrow."

To be continued...