I was a high school English teacher and left the classroom and entered administration. I worked my way from Vice Principal and my last twelve years I was the principal of one of the best schools in our districts. It was a unique opportunity because some of the students I had are now young professionals and from time to time I run into them. In my early sixties I retired and started to enjoy a new chapter in my life. I hiked the Appalachian Trail, went white water rafting and loved riding my Gary Fisher mountain bike. Last fall I took a spill and messed up my knee. After some therapy, couple of cortisone injections….finally the recommended dread….full knee replacement was the only answer.
Three days after Thanksgiving I went to the surgery center and had my knee replacement surgery. With the advances in technology….the procedure was robotic surgery and later that day I was able to go home. I’m a big man, six foot four inches….240 pounds and always took pride in my body. Three days later….i attended my first physical therapy session. After my signed in at the desk I was met by a handsome young man. The therapist greeted me and said ….good morning Mr. White. Immediately I recognized the voice and thought….once again…I’m happy to encounter a former young student who is now a successful career path individual.
Rusty is very handsome. Grown into his body….strong, high school football player who played in college. And his appropriate career choice was earning a graduate degree in physical therapy.
As we moved to his therapy station ….he was so happy to introduce me to his colleagues…hey, this is my favorite teacher and became the principal at my school….a partner said….sir, please give me the dirt on Russell.
After an hour session he helped me with my walker and to the lobby as I waited on my ride. During our session I shared with him my sister was checking on me. My private life was just that…very private. Honestly, most people knew my partner Nick was killed in an accident five years ago. As I got to the sidewalk…Russell placed his strong hand in the center of my back and told me….call me or text me if you need anything. He put his business card in my sweatpants and helped me in the card. I first thought….he’s just being kind, professional, and showing respect to me as his former teacher. Two days later I arrived to therapy. Russell was wearing a company polo with the name logo over the right pec of his muscular body. He smelled like saddle wood soap. He walked beside me…very energetic but protective. His voice was even…but considerably cautious. His advice was….be mindful of my steps, footing, etc….falls he would say are the most likely reason to damage the whole healing process. As I finished my hour….he walked me to my car. He asked if I still lived on King Street…how do so many people know my story. He offered to stop by and bring me dinner on his way home. I declined his offer…but he said…Sir, I’ll see you around 6:15. The rest of my afternoon was napping in my recliner. I did a few of my in home exercises Russell had recommended.
Right on the money my Ring doorbell alerted me that Russell had arrived. I had a grocery delivery at the front door and he brought it in and after entering my house….he spotted the kitchen and made himself at home. He put items away as I sat on the chair at the kitchen island. He brought dinner and I insisted he stay and share with me. He picked up baked spaghetti, salad and took charge….plated the food and he was definitely a welcome visitor. We caught up …talked about his college days…..I didn’t realize he was twenty seven and had been working as a physical therapist for three years. He got beside me and held on to my elbow and said….lets evaluate your home. He pointed our a couple of area rugs….he would stop, note they had to be removed….and he said….don’t worry….ill fix it. Hell….he was so direct, very attentive and very much willing to help. As we entered the bedroom he was very happy to see I had a sleep number bed….he said he was planning to purchase one soon. My discarded boxer briefs and track pants were on the side chair…. He took the chair and picked it up and moved it away from the bed to the path to the bathroom. Again….pointing out what could be a problem. As we entered the bathroom he whistled….he commented …nice set up sir. Nick and I gutted the old bathroom and took space from the guest bedroom to design a bathroom that would fit nicely…..I didn’t realize…just how much this remodel would be during my recovery. As we stood in the bathroom he noticed a picture of me and Nick shirtless at a waterfall in western North Carolina. He looked at it and said…..you both look very happy. I squeezed his forearm and told him…..yes, we had some great times together.
Russell turned and said….since I’m here…let me help you freshen up. I said it was necessary…I’ve been washing off in the sink….he chuckled…yes…I can tell….thats why you get getting in this amazing shower. Hell….why not. He was professional yet caring. He knelt before me. Telling me to rest my hands on his shoulder….he held a towel in front of me as I dropped my sweatpants. Of course he saw my hairy ass…but he stood at the glass door and told me….I’m not leaving you alone. After my shower. He use the towel and assisted me. Walked me to the bedroom…I told him which drawers to find fresh clothes. He pulled a fresh pair of red Tommy John’s briefs. I pulled them up and he adjusted the waistband from behind. My thick cock and low hanging balls filled out the hammock pouch nicely. We went back to the great room. I put on some ACC basketball. He put things away in the kitchen. Rolled up two rugs and moved them to the garage. Before he left he got me a pain pill and a cup of juice. Once again…advise on moving about my home safely. I thanked him and told him I would return the favor for dinner in the future. He gave me a hug and told me….i like caring for people. But sir….you are not just anyone….ive always admired you and want you to be proud of me.
As he relaxed his hug….he held my hand….squeezed it and said. Pleased text me before you go to bed. Sure enough…I texted Russell around ten thirty….told him I was in bed…and I asked him….where are my clothes that were on the chair? He said he put them in the hamper in the bathroom closet. Fuck….if he opened the bathroom closet then he saw my toy self of butt plugs, cockrings, lube and my penis pump. Fuck it….he knows I had a partner.
Two days later I had a therapy appointment. On this day I noticed Russell’s tight shirt. However…I did recognize his nipple was pierced. Damn…my Russell has a piecing which is one of my favorite things about men that gets my attention. My time on the exercise bike was spent chatting with him and I didn’t realize how fast those twelve minutes would fly by. After my time I thanked him for the other night. He gave me a hug and said….can you do me a favor? I was intrigued…sure ….when I come by tonight to help you with your shower….can you please wear the thick black cockring I saw on the shelf in your closet. I looked him swim the eye….my response was ….absolutely!
Five hours later…I washed off in my sink basin. Put on my cockring….and wore gym shorts with no underwear. Around 6:30 I heard a motorcycle pull in my driveway. Helll…Russell was wearing a black leather jacket and his boots sounded heavy as he walked on the porch. As I opened the door….he stepped in and shut the door behind him.. leaned into me and kissed me….his tongue entered my mouth. Fuckkkkk….this guy is seriously doing this. I whispered….i have wanted to do this for years. He dropped his hand to my shorts….cupped my balls and said….thank you sir for wearing that ring. Hell…..we made our way to the bedroom. He undressed me. I positioned myself on the. Bed. I told him to get naked….but put the jacket back on. Yes…his nipples are pierced with small stainless steel barbells ….fuck.
Russell put his body on top of my chest and I rimmed his man pussy. Damn…he tasted so good. He leaned forward and licked my balls. He licked my leaking cock head. He was very gentle and very mindful of my knee. I wanted to fuck him so much…but he insisted we strictly have oral pleasure. My knee was still healing.
I had not jacked off in days since my surgery. He too my deep in his throat. I encouraged him to cum first. Hell…to be that young again. Once he fucked my face and I swallowed his load….he kissed me and we both tasted his cum.
He winked at me and said….finally…I get to taste Mr. Whites creamy load. This man was a phenomenal cock sucker. He nursed on my dick for about ten minutes and he raised up and said…..what do you want. I told him to go in the bathroom and get the glass dildo and plug my ass while he’s sucked me off. I swear….i gave him a massive load. We took a shower together and he dried me off with a towel. He got me back to bed….laying naked beside each other….he was so tender, kissing my neck and ear….i played with his pierced nipple. Told him Nick pieced his for me as a surprise. Sharing that was one of my biggest turn ons. He confessed he noticed my first day of therapy my thick crotch…massive balls…and when he saw my cockring collection…that was his cue to proposition Mr. White.
Two months later….my therapy has ended. Russell and I still meet up. The age difference is huge…but he definitely likes the daddy thing. For what it is….it’s working. We’ve ran into folks when we have been to the farmers market and he loves visiting local breweries. Not sure what’s in the cards…..but I’m sure Nick would love seeing me this happy. Damn…I love rimming my guy and yes…after my knee healed…..he bends over the edge of the sofa and fuck him while playing with his pieced nipples. Some days he cums while I fuck him without even touching his cock. Right now….he's my motorcycle stud who keeps knocking at my door…..
