Physique and Technique of a Physiotherapist

At 58, Ron started to have back aches. After an x-ray exam, the diagnose was arthritis. His doctor recommended that he see a physiotherapist for massage and, most likely, a set of exercises. Ron took an appointment at the 3 D Physio clinic.

His physiotherapist was Erin, who explained the 3 Ds: Desire, Determination, Design. You must have a Desire to improve your condition. You must have the Determination to embark in a set of exercises. We will Design a plan that includes both massage and “personal support”.

Ron was in the waiting room when Erin came to invite him for an exam. The physiotherapist was about 30-years-old and very good looking. The first thing Ron noticed was the peachy ass in tight casual pants. “Fuckin mouth-watering”, he thought. He wondered if he would get a hard-on in the middle of the exam…

Erin asked a few questions about his new client’s lifestyle. Ron answered that he lived alone in an apartment on the 9th floor of a building facing a park and walking trail. “I try to walk 60 minutes a day, 20 minutes after each meal.” Erin suggested that it would be even better if he walked up the 123 steps instead of taking the elevator.

Ron was then invited to lie down on his left side on the stretcher table. Erin positioned himself to grab an arm, pull it towards him, and bend down to apply some pressure. In doing so, the physiotherapist crotch was rubbing against Ron’s genitals. They both felt a faint erection, but no one dared to make a comment or a move.

Erin explained a set of three exercises that Ron should repeat three times a day. One exercise simply consisted on sitting and getting up 10-15-20 times. There was no need for a demonstration, but Ron asked Erin to give one just to admire his peachy butt going up and down. He obviously imagined how hot it would be to have Erin sit on his face 10-15-20 times a day!

The first massage took place three days later. Erin was now wearing shorts. Both butt and thighs were prominently displayed. Ron was asked to lie on his back, and Erin applied some oil to massage the back from shoulders to ass. The physiotherapist knew exactly where to exert pressure. In doing so in a virile way, his shorts suddenly dropped. He was wearing a red jockstrap, a red-hot bulging one.

“Just relax, Ron, I know what I’m doing. I want you to feel at ease while I do my job.”

“Fine, but I forgot to tell you that I have a jockstrap fetish.”

“Hope you will wear one next time. Meanwhile, enjoy the sight!”

“Can my enjoyment go as far as a caress, a lick maybe…?”

“Of course, you’re paying $85 for 30 minutes, so you should get your money’s worth.”

“Holy fuck!

Erin positioned himself to facilitate a cock to mouth contact. It was now Ron’s turn to give a massage. The bulge expanded, the thick rod becoming harder with every stroke. The mushroom busted out of the pouch in no time. Erin had a 7-inch cut dick with a large tasty pink mushroom. Ron sucked it slowly, firmly, then eagerly pumping the nectar. The 30-minute session ended in total CUMpletion.

“You have Desire to improve your condition. You have Determination to do your exercises. Next time, I will Design a new approach.”

On the following appointment, Ron was welcomed by his physiotherapist now wearing tight faded blue jeans, highlighting his firm butt and massive bulge. As soon as they were behind closed doors, Ron was asked to undress and to do 5 sit-up sit-down exercises. “But this time, don’t touch the seat, just come down to my hand and let me tickle your balls.” That was awesome. “You can grab and squeeze them, Erin. I don’t mind doing this 20 or even 25 times!”

Erin had his plan in mind, his Design. He asked Ron to stretch on his belly, and positioned himself for a massage, not using his hands but rather his ass. He sat on the lower back area, rubbing his peachy butt on the sore area. Ron was moaning with pleasure.

“Can I turn around and have you sit on my face?”

“Of course, but I think I should remove the jeans, right?”

“That would be a perfect Design!”

Erin pulled down his tight faded blue jeans, and was stark naked, no underwear. In less than a minute, Ron’s face was tickled by a virile hairy arse. He didn’t waste any time and started to do what he liked the most in man-to-man pleasure: caressing, kissing, licking, spanking, biting a hot butt before tongue-twisting his way inside the satanic haven to reach a tasty rosebud.

Erin suggested that they should meet the next day for an ultimate exercise. He warned his client that it would be hard work, “hard and deep, to be more precise” … Not too sure about what Erin meant, Ron showed up wearing a black bulging jockstrap. He wasn’t as well-hung as his physiotherapist, but nevertheless adorned a thick cut piece of meat. Erin could not refrain from commenting on “the perfect tool for the perfect exercise”.

Physiotherapist know how to offer five-star treatment to clients willing to pay, even if it means putting their ass on the line. This is exactly what Erin was ready to do. The best exercise to treat back pain is the oldest “trick”: you gotta fuck hard and deep!

It was now Erin who was taking place on the stretcher, and Ron mounting him. “Fuck me slowly and eagerly, then increase the rhythm. Act like a beast, order me around, I’m your slave. Fuck me like I’m your Last Supper.”

Every sentence triggered an increased hard-on. Ron was shoving his bazooka in and out without spit or lube, just pre-cum. Erin’s peachy ass was a fucking hot sanctuary. “Take it, you little son of bitch. The first day I met you, I dreamed of fucking you. You are just as pervert as me. You are probably enjoying this more than me, god damn it! Wait till I explode in your junk box, that will be my ultimate reward!”