"Hot Legs, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Encounters
----I think you guys under 18 think the title refers to guys after working out. you won?t find out because you must leave. Older guys stay and learn about those legs.
Some of the athletes who come here for treatment don?t have broken bones or bad sprains. They have strains or troublesome Charlie horses. Young doc Jim does the initial exam and they, when appropriate, get referred to me.
My day is usually filled with repeat clients, athletes who need regular deep tissue massage or are completing a serious of massages prescribed by Doc. Yeah Doc. Jim must be the hottest young medic in the field. You wouldn?t think those loose cotton scrub tops could be sexy. That?s because you never saw someone with Jim?s muscled, hairy forearms peeking out and the swell of his pecs showing at the ?V? of the neck. An ex tennis player, he was in terrific shape and only thirty years old. I think he goes both ways, although he has been only professional in his dealings with me. I do notice that he checks me out when he thinks I don?t notice, and my belief is that I was hired over several applicants because of?well I?m too modest to tell about my curly blond hair and great build plus a handsome face. Oh no, I leave that for others.
Checking today?s schedule I note that I have a few regulars, either requiring my treatment, or finishing up the course prescribed by Jimmy the hot boi doc. These regulars are nice guys and I do my best, but they are not turner-oners. But I note I have two new patients scheduled. The first, a few minutes from now. His name is Ty Swanson. Cute! His injury is from football practice at the local high school. Too bad, I figure he needs ?kneading? to get back on the team. His stats were interesting, age 17, height 6?4? and weight 247. A big chuck of man. I peeked through the open door into the waiting room. There he was, big head, cute small features, and his strong thighs filled to bursting his jeans seams.
I poked my head out and in my most professional voice, I said, ?Ty, cine in.? He stood up to his full height and shit, he had an erection. I guess he was reading one of our gossip magazines, He saw that I saw the bulge in his pants and he put one large, meaty hand over his front and reddened.
?Step into cubicle ?A? Ty and remove all of your clothing, except your undershorts and put on one of the gowns hanging in there.?
?I ain?t wearing no undershorts. I go commando ?
?No problem.? (Do you think that I would object? Naw!)
He emerged a few moments later clutching the back of the gown to protect the sanctify his lower body and backside barely covered by these devilishly designed examining gowns. As he strode briskly, I saw that he favored his right leg, but as he climbed onto the examining table and grunted with pain, I did catch a glimpse of his large, muscular ass. Porn stories emphasize cute asses, but big ones are nice too.
I pushed him gently into a reclining position and began to check out his leg. I now could see his ?junk? as his teammates likely call his cock and balls. His ball sack with large and hairless and pink and white. Very nice, as big as a baseball. His smallish cock lay over it, thin and wormlike. So much for thinking that kids with big feet, which he had, also have big cocks. Nevertheless, I found its size endearing.
?You have a nice clump on your calf. That knot is your problem. I?ll use warm compresses and begin a very gentle massage. You?ll need several treatments.?
He grunted. I took that for agreement, but then he said a bit roughly, ?Frank, I don?t much care for guys messing with my body. Be careful where your hands go.?
Well that was cold water on the situation. I guess he got my name off the door and was putting me down by using my first name. Oh well, on to work.
I spent about ten full minutes gently massaging his poor right calf. His legs sure were big, and his thighs were ballooning out in muscle. With his pink smooth skin, he looked like a baby blown up to full size. There was only sparse hair under his arms and his pubes that I saw easily under the gown were also sparse.
?I want to check out your leg nerves with this tongue depressor. You?re not ticklish, are you??
?I?m very fucking ticklish. Can we skip that, sir??
Ah ha, now I?m getting respect. ?I?ll only do it a moment. Just relax.?
His foot was moist in dreading the procedure. The boy had his face screwed up to steel himself against the onslaught. I pass the wooden edge over his soft pink sole. He gasped.
?Are you finished??
I really got all the information I needed about his nerve condition that proved to be fine, but I couldn?t resist pushing him a little further. I did it again. This time he giggled girlishly. Ah shit, this is such fun. I did it again. He pulled his big knees up in protection. ?Mr. Winter (oh it?s Mr. now) I have a problem with tickling. I, er, I tend to urinate if it goes on too long.?
?Really,? I said blandly. ?I can?t believe that.? I pushed down on his knees. What big knees, not bony, well covered with soft flesh. He signed in resignation as I passed my hand over his inner thighs. He broke out into long strings of high pitched laughter. I could now see that his small cock was rising into a rather pretty arch. It was longer than I thought, maybe over five inches. He was circumcised.
He tried to push or hold my hand from moving so I outsmarted him and returned to his soft padded foot sole. I rapidly passed the wood gently over the bottom of his foot. He had now passed from reaction to the tickling into a state of loss of control and true to his warning, the piss hole at the end of his penis opened up like a little mouth and spit out a stream of pale yellow fluid. My boy was pissing. He was bright red with embarrassment but I was pleased. I felt we had passed onto a new relationship where he would be the child and I the parent.
He had hardly done much peeing. I blotted it up, wiped it clean. He muttered softly,?I?m sorry.?
I patted his the sweaty, thick hair on his head. ?That?s okay, boy. How?s the sprain??
He was grateful for the end of the treatment. I helped him off the table. Shit, he smelt good. Irish Spring, I think. He took a few steps.
?Hey, you?re good. It?s much better.? He paused a minute, seemingly fighting for words. ?But I think I need more treatments.?
?Sure kid. I?ll see you two more times. Next visit two days from now, same time. You can get dressed now.?
My next appointment was immediately after. The patients name was Joel Hampton. The chart described him as twenty two, six feet, 160 pounds. A spare body. He had seen Doc and it turns out that he had only muscle soreness in his groin. Can I be trusted with groin massages? No way, but I?ll do my best.
Joel turned out to be a slim, handsome, boyish, hairy lad. Very sexy and he knew it. He smiled blindingly at me when I told him to undress in the cubicle.
?No need,? he said in a surprisingly deep bass voice that made my cock vibrate, ?I?m used to being undressed in front of guys, locker rooms and showers you know.?
So saying, he kicked off his slides, doffed his tee shirt, jock style, you know, with a hand on each side of the waist and whipped it up, then slid out of his tennis shorts, his long cock hanging over his delicately sheathed sac containing two large balls, it hung below his cock by three inches. I tried not to look, but he caught my burning eyes and the cheeky kid laughed. I guess he was used to being admired.
I delayed telling him to put on a robe and left him naked. He seemed comfortable and no doubt was proud of his admirable physique. He was lean and hairy. His waist must have been a mere 29? and his body swooped up to impressively wipe shoulders. Yes, he pecs, under the hair were nice planks of muscle and he had a perfect eight pack. You could hate a guy like this.
?Stand on your toes,? I ordered, trying to regain control of the situation that had been skewed by the kid?s sexy charisma. He did so dutifully. Nice curvy feet and long straight toes, each one with four shiny hairs on top. His pubes were not as hairy as one might expect. No doubt he shaped them, but left enough to still look natural.
?Lie on the table and I?ll check out that pulled groin.?
?Okay Frankie,? (Shit the kids nowadays are fresh.) But he continued, drawling out his remarks. ?Be gentle, and when you mention our time together, please be kind.?
I guess he was gay. Every gay guy knows those please-be-kind words. I bet he has all Bette Midler?s records.
He jumped slightly as my cold hands, from just washing up, rested against his testicle sac as I felt his groin for the problem area. ?Ah hah, I think I found the devil.?
?Please don?t insult my penis. Usually I get compliments.?
I took this as an opening to stare down at the generous endowment. He was uncircumcised and either he was a little hard or the foreskin was too short to cover his glans. A red cherry-like head, moist and redolent was poking out.
?It is a fine one. Congratulations.?
?If you really liked it, you would pat it to apologize for ignoring the fellow up to now.?
Almost as a joke I leaned forward and touched his penis with a soft pat. Shit, it was feverishly hot and it sprang up into a full display of pulsing wood. A faint odor of excitement emanated from it.
Joel?s formerly deep voice was now crooning as he sunk into the throes of sexual excitement. ?You?re the therapist. I need therapy right now.?
He half sat up and put his strong hand on the back of my neck and pulled me down on his rampant organ. Could I have resisted? Maybe. Did I want to fight him off? Naw. Like a dutiful puppy I opened my mouth and took that fragrant stiffy into my salivating mouth and began madly sucking and moaning around it.
I heard Joel above me chuckling. ?Hey medical boi, slow down. Be a little epicurean please.?
What a fool and a pig I had been. I slowed down and boy that did the trick. He began moaning and cooing sliding into his cum. Streams of warm spooge hit my tongue. The kid must eat certified natural food with no preservatives. It was sweet. I allowed his cock to fall out of my mouth and licking my lips and straightening my scrubs I tried to regain some dignity.
?Hey Frankie, my sprain is gone.? And then fixing me with an amused, open-eyed look, he added, somewhat unkindly, ?Maybe all I needed was a good blowjob.?
I shook hands with him before he left and after he was dressed. I agreed that he wouldn?t need for ?treatments?, although he put on a moue face.
The next four patients were rather elderly and that cooled me off for the day. That is, until Doc. Jim used his authority figure to subdue me. But that?s another chapter.
End of Part One