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CATEGORY: Encounters
"I Need Therapy!" - 1
On a beautiful sunny day several weeks ago, I was playing a pick-up basketball game with friends at the gym. I came down on my right leg a little wonky and tore my knee up pretty bad. They doc did arthroscopic surgery to repair the tear. After a few weeks of recovery, I started physical therapy. Now, I'm pretty tough. I'm a little over 6' tall 185 pounds, toned and fit. I workout and swim, at least I did till this happened. I've always been proud of my body and was never afraid to show it off in the locker room, even in high school. I guess I should mention that I have not worn underwear of any kind since I was in high school. So, showing off what I've got is easy. My cock hangs down my leg for about 7 inches when it's soft and it hammers out at a respectable 8 inches fully erect. If I'm not careful with what I wear, it can be easy to notice. Injuring my knee really pissed me off because it made me look weak and stupid. I anticipated that physical therapy would be a piece of cake for me; everything's a piece of cake for me.
The first day, I walked into the therapy gym, checked in at the desk, and waited to meet my therapist. I heard a deep voice say, "Dave, are you ready?" I looked up and saw the source of the voice was a beautiful African-American man, standing at least 6'-3" and built like a building. He has a perfect shaved head, a beard shadow, and a chiseled jaw. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. Muscles rippled all over his body. He was incredible.
"Well, shit! Here I am with a bum leg, looking like a weakling and I have to look at this without touching. Shit!" I thought.
I got my crutches and hobbled over. He introduced himself as Tyrone and told me to call him Ty. I followed his bouncing bubble into the gym and he led me to a table. He told me to sit down and then we went through an evaluation. He asked me about my activities and what I wanted to get out of therapy. I told him that I was very active, played sports, and worked out. Ty smiled and said that would be helpful. I also told him that I wanted to get full use of my knee back and that I expected this to go fairly well because I was in good shape. Ty smiled again.
"Here's the thing, Dave," Ty started. "You just had surgery and you've been inactive for about a month. You have lost a lot of muscle tone just because of sitting around. The surgery has traumatized the muscles and tendons in your leg. It takes time to recover. You probably won't be completely back to 100% for 9 months to a year."
"No, no, that's not possible," I said. "I need to get back faster than that. I've got teams that depend on me. I want to get back to the gym. I need to get moving, walking, maybe even dancing."
"Look, Dave, I will do everything I can, but you are the driver. Your body will tell us what is possible and what is not. Therapy is going to hurt, and you just need to suck it up. We'll start slow and then progress as fast as your body allows us too."
He had me lay back on the table and he started to manipulate my leg to see what I could do. It hurt like a bitch! His hands are huge, and his biceps are flexing as he picks up my leg and bends my knee in and out, as far as he can. His hands are warm and smooth as he rubs my hairy leg. I can feel my crotch stirring a little. Ty doesn't seem to notice, and he does what he needs to do. I sit back up on the side of the table and he shows me some simple exercises to do at home.
"Ok, when you leave, stop at the desk and schedule appointments three times a week for at least the next eight weeks. After that, you'll see the doc and we'll go from there. Ok, bud?"
"No problem, Ty, thanks!" I go to the front desk and schedule my appointments. I have to Uber home because I can't drive yet, and all the way home I have visions of Ty's hot, dark, smooth body next to mine. I know it's just a fantasy, but I enjoy it. When I get home, I strip and jack off thinking about Ty.
I go to PT three times a week, and Ty works me to death. I'm making great progress, though, so the pain is worth it. I'm off the crutches now and walking with a cane. Ty and I are starting to get friendly. We share an interest in sports, particularly basketball. He empathizes with what I did to my knee. He talks about this old injury and how he overcame it. We find out that neither of us is married and never have been. He knows that I'm 29 and he's 32. It's not unusual for guys our age to still be single, right? But, neither of us ever talks about dating or women. We talk about sports, working out, and my therapy.
Up to now, I had been dressing pretty conservative for therapy. I wore shorts long enough to hide my package, and I stuck to t-shirts. It was so hard to hide my interest when Ty showed up in tiny gym shorts and tank tops every day. So, after we got to know each other much better, I decided to take a little risk. I picked out a tank top that hugged my pecs and showed off my arms. The front was cut low to show off the patch of chest hair growing between my pecs. Then I got out a pair of those tiny gym shorts like Ty wore. I got to the gym and Ty was waiting for me. He showed me some new exercises and showed me how to do them. We worked through that. Then, Ty told me to hop on the table and lay on my back. He was going to do some stretching on my lee and leg. I obeyed, and Ty took my leg into his strong hands. He pushed my knee toward my shoulder and held it there. I saw him glance down at my leg and he could see up the leg of my shorts to where my one-eyed monster was staring at him. He smiled and rubbed up and down my leg. Then he pulled my leg out straight and then bent it toward my should again. This time, his hand was on the inside of my thigh. He held the stretch and slowly slipped his hand inside the leg of my shorts and brushed his fingers against my balls. I was so happy that Ty wanted what I had wanted since the first day. He put my leg back down on the table and patted my upper thigh with his meaty hand. As he lifted his hand away, he brushed across the front of my shorts and caused my cock to quiver. I couldn't hide how much I liked it. After our session, Ty said that he was very proud of my progress and felt like I could do some more advanced training. He told me that he has his own studio where he does massage therapy and personal training for individual clients. His studio is in the back of his house, not far from the gym. "I think if we add some of those services to your therapy regimen, you'll get better faster," Ty says. "Here's my card, my cell number's on the back. Call me and we'll get started working on you some more."
As he gets up, he squeezed my thigh in his meaty paw and I feel the heat pass between us. As soon as I get home, I recall Ty's beautiful face and his rockin' body and I feel his touch on my thigh and I jack off twice that night. I decided to wait until I saw my doctor at the end of the week before calling Ty about his additional services. I had two more therapy appointments with him and he gave me extra special attention. He cupped my butt and he scraped gently across my cock and balls. Every chance he had to touch me, he touched me. He was always very discreet and made it look like a natural part of our routine. When he put me on the table for my final stretch, I thought he was going to mount me. He put one leg up on the edge of the table, "for leverage," and gave me a perfect view up the leg of his shorts where there hung a nice meat log with nothing holding it in. I slid my hand up the inside of his leg and touched his log with my fingers and brushed against his balls. We both smiled and then it was time to leave.
The doctor cleared me for "normal" activity but no sports for another ix months. He told me to take it easy, do my exercises, and come back slowly. I agreed and left. When I got home, I called Ty's cell number. I told him about the doc's advice and he laughed. "I can do better than six months!"
The next day, I made an evening appointment for Ty's personal studio. He gave me directions and I got ready for a new adventure. I got in the shower and checked myself for any hair in the wrong places. I liked my balls to be smooth and I kept my bush trimmed close. I trimmed my chest hair, but I do not shave it. I do shave my armpits, though, I've found that the smell is better, and it feels great to have smooth pits when a guy dives in. I trimmed my beard to an acceptable length of stubble. Then I took an enema, with hope that I would need it. I planned to do another right before heading to Ty's tomorrow evening. I looked as good as I could, so I went to bed.
When I got home from work the next day, I took an enema, took a long shower, and dressed in gym shorts and a tank. I got to Ty's house about five minutes early and rang the bell. Ty came to the door dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. "You're early," he said." "No problem. C'mon in and make yourself comfortable while I finish up."
So, I sat in the living room and looked around. He had a really nice place. Tastefully decorated. There was music playing softly in the background, smooth jazz. I noticed a bottle of wine and two glasses on the bar. Ty came back in the room, dry and now wearing an even smaller towel. This was my first chance to admire his incredible super-hero body. His complexion is very dark, like the best dark chocolate. His shoulders are broad, like a linebacker, and his biceps are amazing. His forearms have just a dusting if black fuzz and his hands are large and powerful. Ty's chest is huge, with defined pecs that are absolutely smooth and glistening. His abs are seriously an eight pack, oh my god! Each ripple of his abs rolls gently into the next and it all comes together at a perfect waistline. Just below his navel, Ty has a cute fuzzy pleasure trail that disappears behind the towel. I guess we'll save the best for last.
"Welcome, Dave. Sorry I wasn't quite ready for you. I had to take a shower after the gym." Ty began. "C'mon back and I'll show you the rest of my equipment."
I followed Ty like a panting puppy and he walked to the back of the house where the door opened on a large room filled with exercise equipment, mirrors on the walls, it was a complete commercial gym. Ty walked me over toward the back corner and said that he'd decided that our first session should be a thorough massage. After the PT work I'd done in the past two months, I deserved a treat. He told me to strip, which I did gladly. Then he told me to get up on his massage table. It was unique There is a hole to put your face in and there is another hole to put you package through. "What the..." I say.
"Just lay down on your stomach and you'll see. It keeps you from laying on top of your cock and smashing it during the massage. It's my invention." Ty says.
So, I climb onto the table and turn over on my stomach, with my face looking at the flor and my cock hanging in mid-air. It felt pretty good. Then, Ty turns on some of that spa/Zen style music in the background. He moves to the head of the table and I see his towel drop to the floor. "I always work in the nude to make my clients feel more comfortable with their own nudity. I hope you don't mind."
"I do not mind in the least," I answer.
I feel arm oil sliding onto my back, then Ty slides his massive hands through the oil and onto my shoulders. He massages my shoulders deep. I moan. He rubs each shoulder into relaxed mush and moves down my back and sides. He digs into every tense muscle, and I melt into his touch. When he arrives at my waist, Ty pours more oil on the small of my back and my as cheeks; this time the oil is hotter. He moves his hands through the oil and massages my waistline and then each cheek gets special attention, until he slides his hand into my ass crack. He works both sides of my crack and strokes his oily fingers along the edge of my muscle ring. I tense as he touches me. Ty then moves down the back of each leg and ends with a wonderful foot massage. When he's finished, he slaps my oily ass and tells me to turn over.
"No problem, my king," I say to myself. I roll over and wait for Ty to finish me off. In the process, I get a good look at what was behind the towel. At the end of his fuzzy pleasure trail is a massive bush of black curly hair, surrounding a magnificent cock. Is has to be at least 6-7 inches around and it is easily 9 inches long. It's still soft, hanging between his legs, and it's 9 inches long! Oh my god! I want to jump off the table and take him in my mouth. But, Ty has other ideas. He drizzles hot oil on the fronts of my legs and rubs them in long, deep strokes. Then, he moves to my chest and he splashes HOT oil on my pecs and abs. I flinch at the sting, but relax as he rubs the oil into my skins, taking special care of my nipples. He leans over and licks my nipple before he bites down on it hard. He looks at me and says, "Honey flavored oil, yum."
I squirm, and he moves to the other nipple He kisses it, licks it, and then bites it so hard I think he's drawing blood. But he doesn't. He puts his mouth over it and drools on my sensitive nipple and kisses the pain away. Then he rubs his oil down my abs and squeezes. He leans down and kisses my abs and follows my pleasure trail down below my waistline. Ty takes the hot oil and slowly drizzles it on my cock head and lets it spill over and down the shaft. He pours more oil on and it drains down my sides and between my legs and I feel its warmth on my ball sack. Ty takes his meaty, oily hand and grasps my shaft. He strokes it up and down slowly, with all that oil making it slippery and sensitive. He strokes and strokes and strokes so slowly and with such a tight grip, I can't take much more. I squirm under his arm and he pulls his hand off my cock. Then, Ty moves to a bench across the room and sits down with a slap and calls me over. I get off the table and go to him. I instinctively get to my knees between his legs and take is massive shaft in my hand. I feed him into my mouth slowly, keep pulling my jaw wider. I'm lucky to have no gag reflex, so, once it's in, I can swallow it whole. I feel his monster slide into my throat and feel his pubis hair tickle my nose. That's when Ty puts his hands on the back of my head and pulls me harder on to him. He then gets a rhythm going and proceeds to fuck my face. It is so amazing to feel Ty's beast assault my mouth and gullet. He slides in and out with great force, but I am completely relaxed and take it all like a man. That's really all I want, to take Ty like a man.
I feel Ty getting tense, like maybe he's ready to shoot. He pulls out of my mouth and takes a deep breath. He raises his arms into the air and stands to stretch. I admire every inch of his chocolate magnificence. His skin is soft and dark and glistening with sweat and oil. His massive love shaft is hard and bobbing up and down. "Ty, you are a beautiful man," I say.
Ty pulls me up with one powerful hand, and he pulls me into a strong embrace and kisses me passionately. We stand there, making out for a long time. This is his recovery time I guess. He breaks the embrace and leads me by the hand to a low, padded therapy table and pushes me down on it. He gets on his knees and pulls my legs over his arms and lifts my hips as if I weigh nothing. Ty asks me, "Are you ready for this, Dave?"
"Ty, I have wanted this since that first day of therapy. Please fuck my brains out, now."
Ty presses his one-eyed monster against my sphincter and presses slowly. I feel his engorged member trying to press past the ring, I relax, and I feel him pop through into my most private place. There is a lot of pressure, but I feel no pain. Ty is gentle at first. He takes his time pushing all the way in. At last, I feel him scrape past my prostate and his head meets the wall of my man-pussy. Then, Ty goes to town. He knows he's in all the way, and he starts to pump me. He goes slow, then fast. He pushes in hard, and then pulls out gentle. He pulls all the way out and slams his monster meat back in to the hilt. My man-cunt is on fire and in heaven at the same time. "Fuck me, Ty! I want you to breed me!"
Ty's pace picks up speed and he is pumping me hard and deep. My own cock is a hard rocket bobbing up and down, slapping my belly. I grab it in my hand and start to jack off in rhythm to Ty's fucking. It sends me into orbit. My cock swells at the same time that I feel Ty' black anaconda swell inside me. He arches is back and presses his cock deep into my inner sanctum and holds the pressure on me. I feel my own cum about to blow, and I jack faster. My cock explodes, and I hear Ty shout out, "FUCK!" and his cum shoots into me in spurt after spurt, big gobs of hot, juicy cum filling me up. He must have shot 7 or 8 times before his meat stopped quivering inside me. My cum landed on my face, chest, and abs. Ty rolled off me and reached his hand over to scrape cum off my chest. He put his fingers to his lips and sucked every drop of my cum, then he came back for more. Finally, Ty got up and leaned down to lick the rest of my cum off my abs and chest, and finally, he licked my face, before kissing me with his mouth full of my cum. We laid back on the mat and breathed heavily.
Ty broke the silence. "Dave, I think I need to see you at least three times a week for follow-up therapy."
"I agree," I answered. "But, seriously, I do want to hire you to be my personal trainer. You've all the right equipment, in more ways than one, and you've got the body I crave. May I be your client?"
"Consider it done, client," Ty said. "Let's go shower all this workout off of us and then we can set up your next appointment...
[END PART ONE]