I have written many gay/bisexual stories and would welcome any feedback. This one-off short story is part of a novel that I am writing called "Mick's Tales". This episode is about a close encounter with a chiropractor.
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His hands were all over me. Professionally, he inspected my back, by gently stroking my flesh, as if checking off parts of my anatomy.
"Shoulders are straight and even." He said, running his fingers and palms over my collar bone and the back of my shoulders.
I stood with my back to him, stripped down to just my canary yellow briefs. I was glad I was wearing them, they were brief, but sufficiently covered my buttocks with soft, slightly slack cotton. The bright yellow contrasted well with my even, golden suntan.
I was twenty-years old and knew I looked good, with my soft muscles and handsomely tanned smooth skin.
"Upper back is fine." Mark, the Australian Chiropractor, said, while stroking my shoulder blades and checking off that portion of my anatomy.
Rapidly, but sensuously his fingers and palms, stroked and pressed gently and tested my muscles and flesh. "The back is straight and there appears to be no problem there, mate." His fingers stoked down my spine, checking it off as OK. His tender, delicate touch and his Aussie accent sent surprising shivers up my back and through my mind.
"Now it was the left hip, you said?" His thumb and forefingers of each hand hooked around my waist.
"Yes, I think I pulled a muscle." I said, enjoying the feel of his light support around my waist.
Mark was aged probably around thirty and was good-looking in a not too masculine way. During his written assessment I noticed the photo of a woman and toddler on his desk. The smiling photo indicated he was happily married.
Nevertheless I unexpectedly enjoyed stripping off on his command. Undressing was always a sensuous action for me. I suppose the truth is that I enjoy my own body. The niggling pain in my upper left thigh had become a nuisance and didn't seem to be clearing itself up.
Mark's fingers pressed into my upper pelvis, just on the thin cotton waistband of my briefs. His thumbs pressed at the back of my upper hips.
"Yeah, mate, some tension there." His fingers softly pressed my pelvis and then he put the fingers of both hands to the rear of my left hip. Firmly, but gently, he pressed and rubbed while his digits explored me.
One hand went down the side of my left buttock and I winced with a sharp pain that was almost a pleasure.
"OK, yeah, mate, we've found the problem. Just excuse me mate, while I check it."
I almost fell over as his fingers slipped inside my yellow briefs and pressed directly on the flesh of my left buttock. I nearly yelped with pain or pleasure. His right hand slipped inside my briefs and compared with my right buttock.
His hands took up any of the slack in the material, causing my briefs to grip hard to the front of my crotch. He explained that the right buttock was soft and pliable, but the left had some lactic acid and sciatic inflammation
Thoroughly his fingers confirmed his diagnosis and my body was swayed gently from side to side.
His hands withdrew from the inspection inside my briefs and my buttocks sort of throbbed with the loss of his pressure.
"We'll work on that on the table, I'll just check lower, first." His hands ran down the outside of my thighs and then down the inside, carelessly moving up them and brushing my ball-sack that was cupped in my briefs.
"That's all OK, mate." He confirmed with his light tap from his palms on my inner thighs.
He knelt down behind me and his hands checked my calves.
"Everything else, OK, you're in good shape, mate." Mark said. Standing up and putting a hand gently to each of my shoulders, he encouraged me to turn to face him so he could check the front of me.
With a hand on each shoulder he visually inspected me and looking down he saw my briefs stretched by an almost full erection across my left hip. Eight inches or more of hard cock could not be disguised in any way by my snug briefs.
"Sorry, mate." Mark said, keeping his fingers gently on my shoulders. "I didn't realise you are homosexual, you seem so straight." His eyes looked into mine.
"I am straight." I said. "I don't know what's happened to cause this." I surprisingly felt great pride in showing my magnificent erection through my briefs. "Maybe it's because it is some time since I last saw any action." I gave a cheeky wink.
"Happens, sometimes, mate. No probs." He said in a kindly Australian twang.
He resumed his physical inspection, but now his fingers didn't linger and his hands did not gently pat with each pass grade that his inspection of various parts of my anatomy received. Briefly he pressed his fingertips to my pecs and ribs.
"Just that buttock and sciatic nerve." Mark concluded his diagnosis. He sat down at his desk to make notes, while indicating for me to lay face-down on the physio bench.
He didn't look at me as I walked, didn't show any intrusive interest in my hard-on.
I lay down on my tummy and awaited his ministrations, with my erection deliciously pressed to the cushioned massage table.
"Comfortable, mate?" Mark asked as he stood up beside my prone body, clearly enquiring if my penis was not being squashed too much.
"I'm fine" I said, swaying my buttocks from side to side to ensure I was comfortable. "Sorry about this." I said but not feeling sorry. An erection is always wonderful and it felt gorgeous to have it pressed between my hip and the bench.
"No probs, mate." He said with a reassuring tone.
He felt over my left buttock, with the slack yellow cotton material, sliding between his fingers and my flesh.
"Is it OK if I just..." and his fingers lifted the waistband, seeking permission. "Sure you will be OK?" he asked solicitously, obviously referring to my arousal.
"Mmm, I'm fine!" I said with barely concealed pleasure as his fingers slipped my briefs down over my buttocks for the cotton to tightly grip under the curves of my bum.
"Perhaps we better..." Mark softly said, offering to slip the rucked-up threads down my thighs. "For more comfort..."
I lifted my crotch and allowed his hands to strip the briefs off me. I settled my crotch again against the fluffy towel that covered the bench. That will be more comfortable for you." Mark said with a soft, gentle tone. It felt good to be handled by such a kind, gentle man.
He set to work on the lactic acid build up in my buttock, pressing and needing forcefully, sometimes moving, sometimes just pressing motionless fingers hard into my flesh.
The pain was exquisite and I could not stop myself from sighing and even gently moaning. His workout was thorough. Now his strokes were wider going above and below the spot he had been concentrating on. Now his other hand pressed my right buttock and he worked my bum cheeks hard but gently with both hands.
Suddenly I felt a ping at the base of my spine and all discomfort blew away, leaving me delightfully relaxed.
"There." Mark said with satisfaction.
"Gosh, thanks." I sighed and rolled onto my right side to face him.
"I think I threw it out, when I fucked!" I said as I watched his eyes stray over my torso and down to my erection which pointed out straight at a right angle to my hip, pointing straight at him.
Mark laughed, clearly enjoying my apparently honest banter. "I reckon a fit guy like you needs regular action. Maybe a good fuck would have sorted out your displacement!" He laughed again.
There was a silence, an unspoken, matey connection. "It's certainly a fine specimen, mate" he eventually said. "But I don't advise intercourse sideways-on, like you are now." He nodded towards my supine position, lying on my right hip with my left elbow supporting my body. "That's probably how you put it out, mate." His honest pleasant look was still professional, despite the strange situation of me displaying a hard boner at him.
He paused thoughtfully and said "A fine specimen as you have surely means you do not have to exert yourself too much to give pleasure to a woman." He laughed ironically. "More modest men might have to work a little harder to fulfil a woman's needs" He was clearly referring to himself. "But a big man like you can surely successfully use his thick endowment without threatening any spinal or sciatic damage."
"Thanks for the advice. No unusual positions, then." I winked.
"For the time being I suggest using just the missionary position or lying on your back while she rides your firm erection. That's my advice, mate." He winked back and turned away towards his desk.
"Like this?" I said, rolling onto my back and lifting my now nine inches off my belly and up into the air.
"Yeah!" Mark laughed, looking at me.
"But surely thrusting upwards could throw my back out again?" I said pushing my buttocks against the bench and throwing my pelvis up.
"Not so vigorous, let her do the work, mate. Until your back has settled." We both laughed.
"Can you test I'm doing it right." I asked naively.
I reached for his right hand and he didn't resist.
"I'll just test your spine, while you do it." He said humouring me.
He circled his thumb and fingers and softly gripped my erection as if his hand were a fanny. "Let her work, mate" he said, putting his left hand under the base of my spine and running his right hand up and down my inches as if a woman was rocking on me.
I involuntarily pushed up to get greater pleasure. "No." he said stroking his left hand under my bum to get me to relax on it. "With this size and thickness, she will easily be stimulated just with her own motion." He worked his fingers up and down my length to show me.
"There you are, mate." He said, letting my penis go and removing his hand from underneath me.
"Could you just test I'm doing the missionary correctly." I winked.
He laughed, clearly enjoying the intimacy and the extreme stretching of his professional procedure into unprofessional territory. I rolled over onto my belly and raised my upper torso with my elbows, allowing my rock-hard, desperate cock to hang down looking for an orifice.
I flexed my buttocks and did the motions of a simulated shag. "Could you just test I'm not going to throw my back out again?"
He laughed and shook his head condescendingly but stepped up to the edge of the bench and with his left hand his fingers formed a fanny for me while his right hand lay upon the base of my spine. "Just smoothly enter, no sudden jerks, mate" He advised with a laugh.
I put the tip of my penis to the hole formed by his thumb and forefinger and sighed as his tight circle drew back my foreskin and my lubricated knob entered his tunnel.
"That's it, mate, just soft gentle movements, let your hard cock do the work
His hand softly pressed my spine and my cock slid all the way down his cupped hand. "Boy you are some stallion, mate!" He expressed admiration for me. "Girls must just love this big cock of yours." He sighed.
Softly I fucked his hand and his other hand gently stroked my pulsating buttocks. "That's it! Your back is supple and your motion is good." My instructor said. "You would just carry on like that to completion, mate, I bet she comes before you do if you keep that gentle rhythm going."
He let go of my cock and back, his physical examination, to see if I was fit enough to shag, was over.
But I was beyond stopping. I slipped off the bench and saying "Thanks, Mark!
I stepped up to him, his eyes transfixed on my hard, bobbing nine inches of man-meat.
Without words, I put my hand to the front of his trousers and sure enough he was hard. Before he could object I had his zip open and my hand felt inside. His warm, hard cock was filling his underpants.
"No!" he said without meaning it. Before he could stop me I had his cock out of his flies and we looked down at our erections. He was a fine seven inches of circumcised cock.
"Better check you can function correctly in the bed, too!" I laughed.
Mark snorted involuntarily as I started to wank him. "Jesus, mate" he gasped and took my cock again.
Together we wanked each other and his free hand went to my bare bum, as if to test my technique again.
But soon we were both lost in our excitement. He grabbed the towel off the bench just in time, to collect our shooting spunk as we both fired together, or knees sagging in orgasmic ecstasy.
"Jesus, mate!" Mark kept gasping as we spat and jerked our spunk together onto the towel.
Eventually we stopped ejaculating and Mark tenderly wiped the dibbles from us both and slid my lubricated foreskin back over my reddened bulbous helmet
"I reckon we are both fit to shag!" I panted.
He smiled shyly, shocked at how we had both got carried away so uncharacteristically.
The session was over and Mark said there was no need for a return visit appearing to be relieved that he would not see me again.