P or “I” recently completed total knee replacement surgery and was home recuperating. As part of the recuperation a nurse and a Physical Therapist (PT) were sent to his home three times a week for several weeks. The nurse an older gentleman was very caring, thorough and helpful but was the opposite of what one would expect from his profession as he was considerably overweight and breathed heavily.
The PT was quite the opposite. He show up on Monday, the first day very upbeat and pleasant to be around. Martin wore an Adidas athleisure suit, a tight t-shirt underneath which outlined his thin but well built frame. Upon introduction I learned he was married just turned 40 (looked like he was 30) and had two kids 6 & 3. He said he liked home health care as he met so many wonderful people, he was quite the conversationalist.
Martin spent 45 minute reviewing and observing various prescribed exercises to get my knee back in action. At the conclusion of the exercise time he asked to sit down and he rolled up my athletic pant leg all the way to my pelvic joint. Martin proceeded to give a thorough but light massage of my knee, calf and around my thigh including the upper thigh. I was surprised that he spend so much time on my upper thigh These muscles were sore and had not been used for a while because as I previously was using a cane for months prior to surgery. He said exercising the upper thigh would loosen up muscles throughout the leg to prevent any spasms. I was enjoying his attention as he was massaging my upper thigh. Martin taking his time was jostling my package as he got closer to the joint which caused me to get a semi something that had not happened for awhile due to the surgery. He instructed me to complete more exercises left for the day, bidding me ado and would see me in two days.
Martin returned two days later. It was a warm spring day in the mid 80’s, not quite warm enough to put on the A/C but beautifully sunny. Because of the weather I decided to wear some 2” inseam shorts with a T-shirt. I wore a pair of tight fitting Andrew Christian underwear.
Martin arrived that afternoon on time and was also dressed for the weather with a similiar pair of shorts that were much tighter than mine on and a polo that hugged his upper body. The shorts were tight enough that I could readily view the outline of his cut cock and balls. When he bent over I saw he was wearing a black pair of CK briefs that were uplifting and assisting to accentuate his large package. He proceeded to guide me through the 45 minutes of exercises touching my body when necessary which sent shivers up my spine. Afterwards Martin started a 15 minute massage of my leg at the end of the session. Because I was in shorts it was easier for him to massage my leg and he seemed to spend more time on my upper thigh, at times touching my balls with his finger tips surrounded by my briefs and shorts and apologizing for the “nicks”. At the same time he was doing this he was standing positioning the front of his shorts almost in my face. My mouth was less than 1/2 away form his short covered package. As he was moving he would occasionally “brush” up against my face. I was in heaven but at this time did not want to seem to aggressive to take anything further although it was apparent he might want to play. We bid ado for the day and he said he would be back Friday.
Friday was also a sunny day but became much hotter in the low to mid 90’s. I was the last patient of the day for Martin so I just put on a pair of nylon running shorts the type that have the high slits on the side and the built in liner. I did not bother to wear a t-shirt because of the heat. Much too my surprise Martin arrived also with unlined nylon running shorts and I later observed he was wearing a black CK swimmer’s jock underneath, narrow waist band and leg supports but with an ample pouch to support the goods. Martin wore just a wife beater tank top that one could almost describe as string top as you could partially see his large pointed nipples.
Martin proceeded to coach me through my 45 minutes of exercises for the day. He continued to touch my arms, chest, legs, stomach back and buttocks to make sure I was in proper position for each exercise. I was not man handled but he thoroughly enjoyed touching another mans body. It was now time for my leg massage. I had decided that if he positioned himself and gave me the non verbal cue he was interested in some play I would make the move this time. As it was quite warm and I purposely did not turn on the A/C, Martin asked if he could remove his brief tank top. I readily agreed as it was too hot for him to work on leg without being comfortable. He massaged my leg and because of my wearing running shorts with a nylon liner it was easier to tease my balls gently rocking at the ends of his rythmic hand stoke motion against my leg. It did not take me long to get hard, he moved his body so he was brushing up against my face with the front of his nylon shorts on a regular basis. At this point I could not take it any longer, he probably saw I was dripping pre-cum as my shorts were wet. I gently moved my hand and arm up and tugged on the waist band of his shorts. He did not resist verbally or in body language. As a result I continued by gentle tugging and removed his nylon shorts revealing his black CK swimmers jock. As I moved my head to position my lips against his package I smelled and tasted precum dripping from the outside of his wet jock. He continued to massage my cock and balls becoming even more rythmatic in his light touch. We both started to moan in the pleasure of the moment. At this time we were both hornier then hell and the male testosterone kicked in. As I was sitting I gently removed Martins jock and proceeded to brush against his cock and balls with my face. His bush was lightly trimmed and his cock and balls were shaved. I could not resist any longer and I proceeded to consume his girthy ample cock which was easily 8” into my waiting mouth. Martin continued to massage my manhood through my shorts until I became almost painfully hard. I licked and played with his cock for 5 minutes, enjoying the musty taste and smell from a long days work.
I eventually stood using his mostly naked body as leverage and we removed what was left of our shorts/jocks and gently kissed each other while rubbing our manhoods together in a sword fighting fashion. I was hugging him to stand straight and using his body, steadying myself with my bad knee. Our cocks engorged with the kissing, licking of our male breasts and friction between our cocks. After several minutes it was time to lay down before the knee started in with mild pain. Adjacent to the living room was a master bedroom with the door open, we adjourned to lay on the bed in a 69 position on our sides. We gave pleasure to each others male member with all our possible oral talents. It was evident to me although Martin was married to a woman this was not his first rodeo with the same sex. His oral skills were beginning to put me over the edge. Martin was good at alternating teasing with his tongue and deep throating my cock. He licked my balls and perinium which brought me to the edge of which I could not hold back. I exploded with 3 weeks of cum as I had not had any pleasure since before the surgery. Although he slurped up some there was so much it escaped from his mouth and ran down to the sheets. After I recovered from orgasm heaven I worked on Martin similarly putting him over the edge. He also exploded and let out an orgasmic yell that told me he loved the male attention. His volume of cum was also large which told me he had not gotten any at home for awhile. We lay on the bed kissing, hugging and eventually returning to the earthly day.
Martin arose cleaned up a bit and put his clothes back on. He said to continue to complete my exercises over the weekend and he would be back on Monday for another PT session. He said he would schedule me again as the last client of the day.
I was looking forward to Monday afternoon dreaming over the weekend on what new “exercises” I would have to complete with my new dear new friend PT, Martin.
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