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`Travis's Physical Therapy'

"Fuck!!!"  I screamed, as I sprung up from the floor in fright.  Scanning the dimly lit room, my eyes found the item that had caused me such fear, a large bear rug, complete with huge white teeth and a menacing look. 'Where the fuck am I?' I thought as I rubbed my head and face with my hands.  Of course when my tongue went to wet my dry lips and ran across that all too familiar crusty salty taste, I was pretty sure I knew one thing that happened the night before.  

Finding only my pants and shirt on the kitchen table, I quickly dressed thanking the God above that my keys and wallet were still in my pockets.  There was a part of me that wanted to see what the snoring bear down the hall looked like, but that small part of me was crushed and shoved into the corner of my brain by what little dignity I currently had, and instead I made a silent escape.

By the time I had found my car and gotten back to my house it was still early morning, and although my body was aching for sleep, I was in a desperate need of a hot shower.  At 27 years old the one thing I could still hang my hat on was my youthful good looks.  When I was young my height was always an issue for me. But now topping out at 5'-7", my height worked well for me. My soft facial features, thick brown hair, fit trim body, from a regular regimen of swimming and weight training, and an amazing bubble ass, allowed me to still pass easily for a freshman in college or even a senior in high school, as many of my friends had told me. Of course looking so young did have its pros and cons. The pro was the constant attention I got from other men, which of course is a great thing if you're gay, as I am.  But the con was that people tended to project immaturity with youth, and that doesn't seem to be a good quality for a long term relationship. So at 27 I had yet to find that special someone, and instead just jumped from one short fling to another.

Stepping out of the shower, my head feeling a little better, I reflected on what drove me out to the bars the night before.  On Friday afternoon I had been called into my boss's office and was unceremoniously laid off from my EMT job of 5 years. The following Saturday my friends decided I need a night out at the bars to forget about losing my job, in which I apparently did by getting stinking drunk and going home with some complete stranger.  The whole thing made me laugh and shake my head in disbelief as my naked body hit the bed.  After taking a good nap, I spent the rest of my Sunday catching up with my friends as to what truly happened the night before, and making them swear that they wouldn't post any photos on Facebook. 

By noon on Monday I had searched all of the local ambulance companies to see if any of them were hiring, which as expected they weren't. My house was left to me by my grandmother when she passed away and at the time of her passing she had almost completely paid it off, so I had no real monthly mortgage payment. With the few bills I had and having made a good living as an EMT, it allowed me to put a lot away into savings.  So the fact that I didn't have a job to go to didn't worry me too much.

My house had a wonderful front porch and being such a nice day, as it was the beginning of summer, I decided to grab a beer and relax in my favorite patio chair.  Sitting there I saw my neighbor Phil walk out to his car grumbling about something as retrieved a sports bag.  Phil was in his late forties and lived next door with his wife and teen son.

"How's it going Sean?  Got the day off or something?"  Phil asked as he noticed me on the porch.

"I wish.  Company let me go on Friday, `Down Sizing'.  I figured I would take it easy before I found a new job."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, it's a tough economy." He said looking at the ground.  Phil too was in and out of work as a mechanical engineer.

"Hey, you were a nurse or something, right?"

"EMT."

"Hmm?"  He vocalized while scratching his chin.

"What's up?"

"Did you hear that Travis had an accident?"

"No.  What happened?" Travis was Phil's 15 year old son.

"You know he does gymnastics right?"

"Yeah of course," of course I knew, Travis was short like me, and although he wasn't on my gaydar because of his age, he was a little cutie in his gymnastic outfits.  Not to say he wasn't cute in whatever he wore.

"Well about a month ago Travis landed really bad doing a flip at practice and tore ligaments in both his knees."  

 "Jesus, that's rough." 

"Yeah, it was real bad.  He had to have surgery on both knees, and the Doctors say it will take a lot of therapy to get him up and walking again like normal.  He had a real hard time finishing out the school year in a wheelchair, but at least now we have all summer to get him walking comfortably again."

"Not good.  But he's tough and young; I'm sure with the therapy he'll be running in no time at all."

"Well that's what I would like to talk to you about.  The doctor's said for Travis to be walking normal again in less than 3 months, so he's ready for the new school year, he needs at least 4 days a week of physical therapy.  My current medical insurance only covers one day a week, and I've been trying to do it myself the other days, but I'm not doing a good job and my frustration is getting taken out on Travis and it's not right."

 "Ok, not sure what you're asking Phil? You need help or something?"  I asked confused.

"Well yeah, if you wouldn't mind, since you're out of work and all, maybe we could work out a deal for you to do the therapy with Travis?  I can't pay you much, but you have a medical back ground and I think Travis would feel better with someone other than his old man. And truthfully I'm running out of vacation days."

The first thought to enter my head was, 'No thank you, I'm sure I have better things to do than rub and stretch some kid's legs all day'.  And then my head below my waist thought about who that kid was.  Travis Bevin, short blonde hair, green eyes, 5'-4" short, with a body built by the gods, muscles defined by years of gymnastic training, and a 15 year old boy ass that I would love to sink my teeth in.  I'm sure I don't have to tell you which head won that debate.

"Uh sure, yeah, I could probably help you out. Of course Travis needs to be ok with it."  I said imagining myself touching the kids amazing legs.  I was glad I was still sitting in my chair and Phil couldn't see the large bulge in my shorts.

"Great.  I'm sure he'll be fine with it. We have our weekly therapy appointment tomorrow; you think you'd be able to make it so you can see what's expected?" Phil asked.

"Sure."

That night I received the call from Phil as expected. He informed me that Travis was excited at the idea of me helping out and that I needed to be at their house tomorrow at 9am so we could make it to his 9:30am therapy session.  I had thought about it and I told him it wasn't necessary for him to pay me.  To Phil it may have seemed a very altruistic thing I did, but I was feeling guilty already about the thoughts I had in my head about his teen son; and taking his money on top of that bordered on evil.

The following morning I headed over dressed in my navy blue EMT pants and a white polo shirt.  I knew there wasn't a dress code for this, but I figured it would put everyone at ease if I looked the part, and really I just liked the way my ass looked in those pants.

"Good morning Sean, thanks again for helping out." Phil said as he opened the door and ushered me in.

"No problem."

Travis walked into the entry way using a walker and moving quite slowly.  His sweet youthful face was showing the effort and pain as he shuffled with two large knee braces on both his legs.  Travis was wearing a red t-shirt with a gymnastic logo on it, and a pair of black board shorts.

"Hey Travis, sorry to hear about your accident, looks like it sidelined you pretty good."  I said looking at his clear discomfort.  "I thought they gave you a wheelchair to get around in?"

"Yeah, but the doctor took it away after school ended, and gave me this."  Travis said as he held up the walker in a gesture of disgust and anger. Travis was clearly not the happy to see me kid Phil had talked about the night before.  His dad shot him a look which I am sure I was not meant to see, but I did.

"Thanks a lot Sean for helping me out, I really appreciate it." Travis said with as much emotion as if he were thanking his dentist after a root canal.

It's not like I was shocked by his reaction, he was after all a teenager with two crap knees during summertime, and for all I knew Phil had only told him about this arrangement this morning.  Now had Travis truly been excited to see me, well then that I would have been shocked by.

"No worries Travis.  We'll get you up and moving in no time, you'll see."  I said as I followed him out of the house, watching his sweet innocent ass shuffle to the car.

In therapy I learned that Travis had torn his anterior cruciate ligament or ACL and some of his meniscus cartilage in his right knee and he completely ruptured his lateral cruciate ligament or LCL in his left. Both ligaments supported the functions of the knee, and without them, walking is difficult and painful. I watched and took notes as Mark the therapist stretched and worked both of Travis's knees with resistance bands and balance boards.  You could see Travis was dealing with the pain, but it was the frustration in his face of not being able to completely do the things Mark asked that was so evident.  It dawned on me that with Travis being a gymnast, his sport demanded strength and balance from his legs, so I could sympathize with his clear frustration that his legs weren't doing what he had trained them to do.   Mark finished the therapy by adding ice to both of Travis's knees and telling us that we really needed to step up the at home therapy if we wanted to accomplish our goal of him walking normal in 3 months.

Back at home we set up a schedule for me to come over to Travis's house at ten am every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday morning.  Shaking hands with Phil and his wife Kate, I told Travis I would see him tomorrow as I hurried home.  Inside my house I headed straight to the tube of KY, as my 7½ " cock was screaming to be stroked after spending hours working with and staring at Travis, and his amazing features.  

The following morning, the weather had already entered the high eighties by nine am, so I scratched the idea of looking professional and grabbed a pair of khaki shorts, a t-shirt, and a pair of flip flops. I grabbed a few items I thought might come in handy during the therapy before heading out. As I crossed over to Travis's house I took note of the missing cars in the driveway and smiled at the idea of us being alone.  Knocking on the door, I heard Travis yell to come in.  I was about to give him shit for being lazy and not opening the door for me, but when I saw him sitting on his living room couch in tank top, a pair of what I assumed were black gymnastic shorts, and a pair of low cut white socks, my chin hit the floor, and I damn near tripped over my own tongue.

"What's up?"  Travis said in typical teen greeting as he watched TV.  This was ironic because at that very moment I was working really hard on keeping something down.

"The temp, that's what's up." I said as I noticed Travis chuckle.

"Yeah it's supposed to get pretty hot today.  Mom said to make yourself at home and help yourself to anything you need."  That comment made the little devil in me smirk as I looked at Travis's legs and thought to myself. `Help myself to ANYTHING?'

"Well, let's get this started before it does get too hot, what do you say?"

"Yeah, ok."  Travis said with a slight smile.

I worked Travis through the routine Mark had given me the day before, and then convinced Travis to do some more exercises I knew would be good for him.  While my inner voice was truly perverted, I really had no intention of taking advantage of the situation and was more than happy with just the sight before me and perhaps the potential of a little bit of skin contact.  Travis was sculpted like a mini marble statue of a God.  His smooth, lightly tanned skin was pulled tight over well defined muscles. And an ass that would make a priest give up heaven, for just a touch.

After getting his knees good and stretched I had him do a couple laps through the living room with just me behind him for support.  It took a lot out of Travis, and I as well, as I struggle not spring a boner every time my cock bumped into his gorgeous bubble butt.

"Alright Travis, why don't you lay down on your back and we'll finish this session off," I told him.

"Ok." He said, as I learned through the workout that Travis was a man of few words.

Ok, I'm going to have you place your feet on my chest while I gently lean forward.  I want you to push me back up like you did on that leg press machine yesterday.  Got it?"

Travis nodded his head to signal he understood.

I'm not ashamed to say I have a serious foot fetish, especially socked feet.  Where it came from I have no idea but when Travis put his cute small socked feet onto my chest my heart skipped a beat, more than likely because all of my blood was rushing to my cock. But when I placed my hands over his feet and felt their warmth my cock tensed as if I had a mini dry orgasm.  Looking up from his feet my eyes naturally travelled up Travis's hairless calves and thighs only to stop dead in their tracks as I noticed with his legs up in this position Travis's gymnastic shorts, which were made of a thin lycra material and designed to be wide in the leg, had opened up to reveal a straight shot at Travis's crotch and his pair of white brief underwear.  The little tease had no idea what he was doing to me, as my cock seriously leaked some precum into my boxers.

"So, tell me how this accident happened?"

"I was on the high bar, uuurrr, huh, huh, at practice, huh, huh, and tried a triple twisting double layout, uuurrrrr."  Travis said through ragged breaths as he pushed.

"Wow, I don't even know gymnastics and that sounds like a hard move?  What happened?"

"I didn't rotate enough on the final twist, uuhhhh, and the mat shifted when I tried to land it, fuuuucckkk."  Travis growled as I added a bit more resistance. I really wasn't intending to push him so hard, but during every hard push from Travis he would close his eyes as if to focus, and I would take the opportunity to glance into his shorts at his young manhood that was thinly covered by the white fabric.

"Had you ever landed something like that before?"

"No, uhhh, it was my first time, ahhhh, rrr, trying it."

"Damn, maybe your coach might want to work you into a move like that a bit more slowly next time."

"He didn't know I was going to attempt it, mmmmmm."

"Ah, I get it, so is your gymnastics team coed?"

"No." Travis said with a confused look on his face, as he was clearly getting tired from this exercise.

"Hmm, well it's been my observation that when teen boys get hurt, and trust me I've seen plenty as an EMT, they're usually trying to show off to impress a girl, but your squad is all boys."  I said as if putting the puzzle together.

"What," Travis said with an extremely worried look on his face as his legs started to give out.

"Don't worry your secret is safe with me.  Trust me I spent most of my teen years doing stupid shit in efforts to impress boys."

"You're, you're gay?"  He said as I lowered his sweet legs to the floor, taking one last quick peek at his tighty whitie covered jewels.

"Travis, I've been living in the house next to you for the last 3 ½ years, and in that time have you ever seen me with a girl?  Yeah I'm gay; I thought your family knew."

"No, I guess we never really noticed, or at least I never noticed." Travis said as he sat up.

"So I'm right aren't I, you were trying to impress a boy."

Travis didn't say anything, he simply looked at the floor and nodded that I was right.

"You won't tell anyone will you?" He said with a sudden fear of reality.

"That's your department sport, everyone has to deal with coming out at their own pace and in their own way.  Doesn't do me any good to tell anyone, and it's not my place to tell you how to live your life.  But I will tell you I'm here for you if you ever need an ear, or if you have questions that you might not want to ask your folks, you know."

"Thanks."  Travis said with the first smile of the day.  I'm sure it was nice for him to know we had something more in common than just our short statures.

"Alright sport, time for the bad news; remember Mark saying we needed to step up the therapy?" I said as Travis looked worried.

"I, I don't think I can do much more. My legs are jello."

"No, I'm sure we pushed it enough on the physical side, but now we need to step up the healing and recovering side.  So with that said and in my professional opinion we need to get you out of your shorts and into an ice bath."

"What?"

"Ice bath, it will help with the healing and recovery of your swollen knees."

"Ok, but why do I need an ice bath, why can't we just stick to ice packs on the knees?"

"Great question; because it's not just your knees that need the ice.  Because your knees are weakened, the muscles in your legs have had to make up for it, and in turn they've been working twice as hard as normal, and this causes obvious stress to the muscles and lactic acid build up.  This lactic acid build up, which also adds to the soreness, can also be reduced by adding ice.  This is why professional athletes take ice baths all the time."

"Lactic what?"

"Lactic Acid."

"Um, I'm not questioning you and all, cause, well you clearly know your stuff, but, is there another way we can do this, perhaps without the ice bath, I mean it sounds pretty harsh." Travis asked with the most innocent of faces as he fell right into my trap.

"Yeah, you can physically move the fluid in your legs and knees with light massage, but it takes a bit longer and you would have to be ok with me rubbing your legs."  I said as the devil on my shoulder smiled from ear to ear as I weaved my web.  Shit, even the angel on my other shoulder was smiling.

"Um, is, is that something you can do?"

"Have I been trained in it, is that what you're asking?"

Travis nodded.

"Yeah of course, it was part of my medical training."  Holly shit that was the biggest lie I had ever told.  I hadn't had one second of professional training in giving a real massage.  Now don't get me wrong I had given plenty of massages before, and I knew everyone who got one from me liked it, but that didn't make me a professional.

I had worked this scenario out the night before in hopes it would force Travis into letting me give him a massage, but now that I knew he was gay, or at least curious about boys, I figured he would jump at the idea of me rubbing him down, so I was a little offended when he sat there staring at me as if he was contemplating which was the lesser of two evils.

"Look Travis you need to make a decision quick before the fluid builds up, so do I go and get a couple bags of ice and you strip down to your underwear, or do you want a massage?" 

"Ok, um, I guess massage."

I was getting a little mad now.

"There's no guessing Travis, it's either you want a massage are you want an ice bath, which is it?"

"Massage, massage, sorry"

"Ok." I said as the tone in my voice clearly changed from one of frustration to that of excitement.  I jumped up off the floor asking Travis where he kept his towels as I ran and grabbed one.  Laying it out on the floor I had Travis lay back down so that his legs were over the towel. I was moving so quick that I'm sure Travis was a bit thrown off.  Kneeling at his feet, I grabbed a small bottle of massage oil from my shorts pocket, which I had brought with the knowledge Travis would pick massage.

I liberally poured the oil into my hands and worked it back and forth in an effort to warm it up.  As I sat there I really took in the sight before me.  Travis's cute socked feet were connected to plump little calves that had the appearance of being hairless, but were in fact covered in tiny little golden hairs.  Travis's thighs were thick with muscle, built through years of supporting this young teen's dream of being a gymnast.  His skin was perfect marred only by the two 3" puffy scars on both legs from the surgery.  But even those looked cute on Travis.

As my hands touched his calves Travis tried to hold back a moan of pleasure as I skillfully worked my way up from the top of his socks to his knees and then back down, spreading the oil around each leg.  Alternating the pressure in my hands between gently working his shins and then digging with the tips of my fingers into the thick meat of his calves, I expertly molded the moment from a therapy session to an erotic rendezvous.

"So tell me about this boy you were trying to impress."  I asked, hoping to get Travis's mind thinking about something pleasurable while I stroked his legs.

"His name is Micah; he's two years older than me and the captain of the team. Mmmmm." 

"Ah ha, so you like your men older."  I said as Travis bit his lip trying to suppress a smile.

As I worked up his legs I purposefully kept my legs between his, making Travis spread his legs as I got closer to him.

"How's this feel?  Can you feel your muscles relaxing and loosening up?"

"Yeah, huh, it feels good."  Travis said with his eyes closed.

As I moved from his knees to his thighs, I started up the questioning again.

"So this Micah, tell me about him, what's he look like?"

"Mmmm, uh, he's like six feet, and really thick, and he's got short red hair, and the most amazing light blue eyes."  Travis said as I moved my hands to his inner thighs.

As expected, between the gentle massage and guided meditation, Travis was starting to get hard.  His eyes were still closed but I could tell he was conscious of it, as he half attempted to cover himself up with his hands, but then thought otherwise as I am sure he realized covering himself only made it more apparent. When Phil had asked if I could help out with Travis's therapy I had accepted with the intent of truly helping Travis out while getting a good look at a hot teen boy, and if the occasional touching happened than even better. But after seeing Travis at his therapy session, and just how cute this boy was, I knew I had to make sure I got to touch him.  I had convinced myself that massaging his legs was as far as I would go, and that at no time would I try and take advantage of the boy. But sitting here now between this young stud's sexy legs, my hands slicking them down with oil as his teen prick gorges full of blood much like my own; I'm realizing my willpower is not that strong.

 "Huuffffff, uhhhhh, ahhh." Travis's eyes opened as a moan escaped his sweet lips when my fingers slid under his shorts and traced the seams around the leg openings of his briefs.

There was a moment of silence as our eyes locked in on each other.  My eyes showed my desire, my hands my intent, my silence the only out Travis would be given by me, as it was now or never to speak up.  His silence and gentle nod of the head was all I needed to push forward emotionally and literally.

"Close your eyes and tell me more about Micah, what is wearing in your fantasy." I whispered as my hands tickled the sensitive skin around his cock.

"He's, huh, he's wearing just his competition pants."

"Is he wearing anything else?"  I asked as my fingers lightly dragged over his brief covered erection.

"Nnn, no, no, just his, mmmmmm, uhh, pants."  Travis mumbled.

I removed my hands from his shorts and hooked my fingers in the waist band of his shorts and underwear.  Travis's eyes opened again and again we had a silent moment until I nodded my head and the nervous looking boy lifted his hips off the floor allowing me to fully pull his shorts and underwear off him.

His teen cock, which appeared to be a healthy, cut, five to six inches in length, looked delicious as it pulsed above a thin patch of blonde pubes.

Using my right hand I lightly dragged the tips of my fingers over his eye lids effectively closing them to continue our mutual day dream.

I could visibly see the boy trembling as my hands went back to his ankles, just above his socks, where they gently glided over the skin and then to his inner thighs persuading him to spread his legs, presenting his cock and jewels to me.

"Tell me Travis, if you had Micah, naked and laying on his back, his hard cock in front of you, what would you do?"

"Huh, huh, um, I, I would, um, lick it, aaaAAHHHHHH, shit."  Travis moaned as I took his cue and ran my tongue up the base of his cock to the crest.

My tongue circled the tip of his cock as I pressed my lips to his hard flesh as slowly descended back down, swiping his cute hairless nut sack.

"Is this that all you would do Travis, just lick it?  Or would you do more?"  I asked holding his dick teasingly close to my mouth.

"Oh, uuhhhh, Oh God, I'd, I'd suck it, SUCK IT, mmmmm." Travis said, although it was more like pleading.

I knew Travis wasn't going to last long, which was fine and cute in an innocent way, but there was one thing I wanted to do before the therapy session ended.  So before I plunged onto his cock, giving the kid the best blow job I could, I grabbed the bottle of oil and poured some into my right hand.  Holding his ridged teen dick with my left hand, I positioned my right hand into the valley of his gorgeous bubble butt just over his tight boy pussy.

Travis was up on his elbows, eyes wide with both lust and fear, lust at what my mouth was about to do, and fear at what the wiggling finger pushing into his virginal hole was trying to do.

"Please," Travis said while shaking his head no.  Expressing his mixed feelings about what was happening, as evident by his body, with his twitching hard cock and squeezing tight pussy lips.

I simply smiled before licking my lips and diving onto his young manhood.  At the same time I increased the pressure of my lubed middle finger.  My mouth on his cock had the desired effect as Travis's eye rolled in his head and his elbows gave out as he fell back into the laid out position.  As Travis's mind reeled from the sensations of the blow job, it waivered in its focus to keep my wiggling finger out, and as such Travis was penetrated for the first time by another man.

"MMmmm, shit, shit, aaahhhhh, please, easy, ohhhh, yes, fuck."  Travis moaned as I devoured the boy.

Once my finger had entered him Travis gave up on fighting me and relaxed his pussy, as my finger pushed deeper into the boy until it was three knuckles deep.  Travis was trying to use his legs in either an attempt at driving his cock deeper into my mouth and throat or in an attempt to pull away from my invading finger, regardless, due to the day's therapy session and his weakened knees, he simply looked like a fish out of water as his perfect little body flailed around.

  Once my plunging finger had a steady rhythm, and I felt his hole was sufficiently lubed, I gently added another finger, bringing back a look of fear and a grimace to Travis's face. 

"Uhhhh, mmmmm, uhhhh, huh, huh, no, wait, wait, shit, ahhh, oh fuck, wait." Travis's pleaded through tight lips.

I knew my time was limited so I worked quickly to get both fingers as deep as I could.  Once my fingers bottomed out, I left them there, letting Travis get used to something large in his sweet boy hole.  From the same hand as the two buried fingers, I used my thumb to tickle his scrotum, as my mouth ramped up its speed, taking Travis to a whole new world of pleasure.

"Oh God, please don't stop, yes, yes, please, PLEASE, oh fuck, fuck, I'm going to cum."

I love the sound a man, or in this case a boy, makes when they're about to orgasm.  The loud decree of impending release followed by the dramatic sound of silence as every muscle and organ, including the lungs, bows down to the penis and its trumpeting roar of shooting its seed into the outside world. The process was always the same, whether the outside world was an occasional shower, a wet pussy, a dirty sock, or in this instances an awaiting throat and belly.

Travis's body tensed as his boy hole gripped my fingers and his cock let loose of its baby making batter. His cum hit the back of my throat as I swallowed vigorously to keep up with the amount this young stud produced.  As his cock settled down I went from sucking it to licking it as his piss slit dribbled out what little seed Travis had left in his balls. I purposefully left my fingers in his hole until the end, as I wanted Travis's undivided attention when I slowly pulled them out.

"Uhhh, ahhh, mmm, ohhhh." Travis moaned as he bit his lower lip, as I moved my fingers in him.

"It feels good to try new things, doesn't it?"  I said just as the tip of my fingers rubbed across Travis's prostate.

"Yeah, yes, mmmmm, ohhh, huh, huh, damn."

With my fingers out of his hole, I took a second to look at his stretched boy pussy as my cock jumped in my boxers, as if to say let me in there please.

"How do you feel, you think you'll be up for another physical therapy session tomorrow?"  I asked with a smile on my face.

"Sore, but um, yeah I should be ok for tomorrow, I think?"  Travis said clearly confused with my question as to which part of the session I was referring.

As I stood above the almost naked boy and drank in the sight, I realized right where Travis was, was exactly where I wanted him, primed, nervous, and wanting.

"Good, then tomorrow we'll push it a little harder. I have some other things I want to try with you.  It's definitely going to hurt, and you're really going to feel it afterwards, but I'm sure you'll see it is well worth it in the end."  I said as the devil on my shoulder was smiling again.

"Uhhh, well like um, what kind of things, um, you know, are you wanting to try?  Travis said as he sat there on the floor, his flaccid cock starting to plump again.

"See you at ten Travis," I said as I got my things together and started to head out, "Oh and get some ice on those knees tonight, or I'll have to punish you tomorrow, got it?" 

"But I thought that's why we did the massage?" was the last thing I heard Travis say as I walked back to my house.

Back home it only took seconds for me to get out of my clothes and even less time to stroke my rigid cock into one of the biggest eruptions of cum I have ever had. There was no time for me to draw out my pleasure, as I had a lot of planning to do for tomorrow and Travis's next session...

I hope you enjoyed the story.  Please look for the next chapter of this story in the cuming days.  Again if you liked this story please let me know @ tfreitas62@yahoo.com.

Tony

Other Stories I've written that you may enjoy.

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