Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2018 08:59:05 -0500
From: Tim Hubbard <timmywriteshot@gmail.com>
Subject: I Need Therapy

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CATEGORY: Encounters

"I Need Therapy!" - 1

On a beautiful sunny day several weeks ago, I was playing a pick-up
basketball game with friends at the gym. I came down on my right leg a
little wonky and tore my knee up pretty bad. They doc did arthroscopic
surgery to repair the tear. After a few weeks of recovery, I started
physical therapy. Now, I'm pretty tough. I'm a little over 6' tall 185
pounds, toned and fit. I workout and swim, at least I did till this
happened. I've always been proud of my body and was never afraid to show it
off in the locker room, even in high school. I guess I should mention that
I have not worn underwear of any kind since I was in high school. So,
showing off what I've got is easy. My cock hangs down my leg for about 7
inches when it's soft and it hammers out at a respectable 8 inches fully
erect. If I'm not careful with what I wear, it can be easy to
notice. Injuring my knee really pissed me off because it made me look weak
and stupid. I anticipated that physical therapy would be a piece of cake
for me; everything's a piece of cake for me.

The first day, I walked into the therapy gym, checked in at the desk, and
waited to meet my therapist. I heard a deep voice say, "Dave, are you
ready?" I looked up and saw the source of the voice was a beautiful
African-American man, standing at least 6'-3" and built like a building. He
has a perfect shaved head, a beard shadow, and a chiseled jaw. He was
wearing a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. Muscles rippled all over his
body. He was incredible.

"Well, shit! Here I am with a bum leg, looking like a weakling and I have
to look at this without touching. Shit!" I thought.

I got my crutches and hobbled over. He introduced himself as Tyrone and
told me to call him Ty. I followed his bouncing bubble into the gym and he
led me to a table. He told me to sit down and then we went through an
evaluation. He asked me about my activities and what I wanted to get out of
therapy. I told him that I was very active, played sports, and worked
out. Ty smiled and said that would be helpful. I also told him that I
wanted to get full use of my knee back and that I expected this to go
fairly well because I was in good shape. Ty smiled again.

"Here's the thing, Dave," Ty started. "You just had surgery and you've been
inactive for about a month. You have lost a lot of muscle tone just because
of sitting around. The surgery has traumatized the muscles and tendons in
your leg. It takes time to recover. You probably won't be completely back
to 100% for 9 months to a year."

"No, no, that's not possible," I said. "I need to get back faster than
that. I've got teams that depend on me. I want to get back to the gym. I
need to get moving, walking, maybe even dancing."

"Look, Dave, I will do everything I can, but you are the driver. Your body
will tell us what is possible and what is not. Therapy is going to hurt,
and you just need to suck it up. We'll start slow and then progress as fast
as your body allows us too."

He had me lay back on the table and he started to manipulate my leg to see
what I could do. It hurt like a bitch! His hands are huge, and his biceps
are flexing as he picks up my leg and bends my knee in and out, as far as
he can. His hands are warm and smooth as he rubs my hairy leg. I can feel
my crotch stirring a little. Ty doesn't seem to notice, and he does what he
needs to do. I sit back up on the side of the table and he shows me some
simple exercises to do at home.

"Ok, when you leave, stop at the desk and schedule appointments three times
a week for at least the next eight weeks. After that, you'll see the doc
and we'll go from there. Ok, bud?"

"No problem, Ty, thanks!" I go to the front desk and schedule my
appointments. I have to Uber home because I can't drive yet, and all the
way home I have visions of Ty's hot, dark, smooth body next to mine. I know
it's just a fantasy, but I enjoy it. When I get home, I strip and jack off
thinking about Ty.

I go to PT three times a week, and Ty works me to death. I'm making great
progress, though, so the pain is worth it. I'm off the crutches now and
walking with a cane. Ty and I are starting to get friendly. We share an
interest in sports, particularly basketball. He empathizes with what I did
to my knee. He talks about this old injury and how he overcame it. We find
out that neither of us is married and never have been. He knows that I'm 29
and he's 32. It's not unusual for guys our age to still be single, right?
But, neither of us ever talks about dating or women. We talk about sports,
working out, and my therapy.

Up to now, I had been dressing pretty conservative for therapy. I wore
shorts long enough to hide my package, and I stuck to t-shirts. It was so
hard to hide my interest when Ty showed up in tiny gym shorts and tank tops
every day. So, after we got to know each other much better, I decided to
take a little risk. I picked out a tank top that hugged my pecs and showed
off my arms. The front was cut low to show off the patch of chest hair
growing between my pecs. Then I got out a pair of those tiny gym shorts
like Ty wore. I got to the gym and Ty was waiting for me. He showed me some
new exercises and showed me how to do them. We worked through that. Then,
Ty told me to hop on the table and lay on my back. He was going to do some
stretching on my lee and leg. I obeyed, and Ty took my leg into his strong
hands. He pushed my knee toward my shoulder and held it there. I saw him
glance down at my leg and he could see up the leg of my shorts to where my
one-eyed monster was staring at him. He smiled and rubbed up and down my
leg. Then he pulled my leg out straight and then bent it toward my should
again. This time, his hand was on the inside of my thigh. He held the
stretch and slowly slipped his hand inside the leg of my shorts and brushed
his fingers against my balls. I was so happy that Ty wanted what I had
wanted since the first day. He put my leg back down on the table and patted
my upper thigh with his meaty hand. As he lifted his hand away, he brushed
across the front of my shorts and caused my cock to quiver. I couldn't hide
how much I liked it. After our session, Ty said that he was very proud of
my progress and felt like I could do some more advanced training. He told
me that he has his own studio where he does massage therapy and personal
training for individual clients. His studio is in the back of his house,
not far from the gym. "I think if we add some of those services to your
therapy regimen, you'll get better faster," Ty says. "Here's my card, my
cell number's on the back. Call me and we'll get started working on you
some more."

As he gets up, he squeezed my thigh in his meaty paw and I feel the heat
pass between us. As soon as I get home, I recall Ty's beautiful face and
his rockin' body and I feel his touch on my thigh and I jack off twice that
night. I decided to wait until I saw my doctor at the end of the week
before calling Ty about his additional services. I had two more therapy
appointments with him and he gave me extra special attention. He cupped my
butt and he scraped gently across my cock and balls. Every chance he had to
touch me, he touched me. He was always very discreet and made it look like
a natural part of our routine. When he put me on the table for my final
stretch, I thought he was going to mount me. He put one leg up on the edge
of the table, "for leverage," and gave me a perfect view up the leg of his
shorts where there hung a nice meat log with nothing holding it in. I slid
my hand up the inside of his leg and touched his log with my fingers and
brushed against his balls. We both smiled and then it was time to leave.

The doctor cleared me for "normal" activity but no sports for another ix
months. He told me to take it easy, do my exercises, and come back
slowly. I agreed and left. When I got home, I called Ty's cell number. I
told him about the doc's advice and he laughed. "I can do better than six
months!"

The next day, I made an evening appointment for Ty's personal studio. He
gave me directions and I got ready for a new adventure. I got in the shower
and checked myself for any hair in the wrong places. I liked my balls to be
smooth and I kept my bush trimmed close. I trimmed my chest hair, but I do
not shave it. I do shave my armpits, though, I've found that the smell is
better, and it feels great to have smooth pits when a guy dives in. I
trimmed my beard to an acceptable length of stubble. Then I took an enema,
with hope that I would need it. I planned to do another right before
heading to Ty's tomorrow evening. I looked as good as I could, so I went to
bed.

When I got home from work the next day, I took an enema, took a long
shower, and dressed in gym shorts and a tank. I got to Ty's house about
five minutes early and rang the bell. Ty came to the door dripping wet and
wrapped in a towel. "You're early," he said." "No problem. C'mon in and
make yourself comfortable while I finish up."

So, I sat in the living room and looked around. He had a really nice
place. Tastefully decorated. There was music playing softly in the
background, smooth jazz. I noticed a bottle of wine and two glasses on the
bar. Ty came back in the room, dry and now wearing an even smaller
towel. This was my first chance to admire his incredible super-hero
body. His complexion is very dark, like the best dark chocolate. His
shoulders are broad, like a linebacker, and his biceps are amazing. His
forearms have just a dusting if black fuzz and his hands are large and
powerful. Ty's chest is huge, with defined pecs that are absolutely smooth
and glistening. His abs are seriously an eight pack, oh my god! Each ripple
of his abs rolls gently into the next and it all comes together at a
perfect waistline. Just below his navel, Ty has a cute fuzzy pleasure trail
that disappears behind the towel. I guess we'll save the best for last.

"Welcome, Dave. Sorry I wasn't quite ready for you. I had to take a shower
after the gym." Ty began. "C'mon back and I'll show you the rest of my
equipment."

I followed Ty like a panting puppy and he walked to the back of the house
where the door opened on a large room filled with exercise equipment,
mirrors on the walls, it was a complete commercial gym. Ty walked me over
toward the back corner and said that he'd decided that our first session
should be a thorough massage. After the PT work I'd done in the past two
months, I deserved a treat. He told me to strip, which I did gladly. Then
he told me to get up on his massage table. It was unique There is a hole to
put your face in and there is another hole to put you package
through. "What the..." I say.

"Just lay down on your stomach and you'll see. It keeps you from laying on
top of your cock and smashing it during the massage. It's my invention." Ty
says.

So, I climb onto the table and turn over on my stomach, with my face
looking at the flor and my cock hanging in mid-air. It felt pretty
good. Then, Ty turns on some of that spa/Zen style music in the
background. He moves to the head of the table and I see his towel drop to
the floor. "I always work in the nude to make my clients feel more
comfortable with their own nudity. I hope you don't mind."

"I do not mind in the least," I answer.

I feel arm oil sliding onto my back, then Ty slides his massive hands
through the oil and onto my shoulders. He massages my shoulders deep. I
moan. He rubs each shoulder into relaxed mush and moves down my back and
sides. He digs into every tense muscle, and I melt into his touch. When he
arrives at my waist, Ty pours more oil on the small of my back and my as
cheeks; this time the oil is hotter. He moves his hands through the oil and
massages my waistline and then each cheek gets special attention, until he
slides his hand into my ass crack. He works both sides of my crack and
strokes his oily fingers along the edge of my muscle ring. I tense as he
touches me. Ty then moves down the back of each leg and ends with a
wonderful foot massage. When he's finished, he slaps my oily ass and tells
me to turn over.

"No problem, my king," I say to myself. I roll over and wait for Ty to
finish me off. In the process, I get a good look at what was behind the
towel. At the end of his fuzzy pleasure trail is a massive bush of black
curly hair, surrounding a magnificent cock. Is has to be at least 6-7
inches around and it is easily 9 inches long. It's still soft, hanging
between his legs, and it's 9 inches long! Oh my god! I want to jump off the
table and take him in my mouth. But, Ty has other ideas. He drizzles hot
oil on the fronts of my legs and rubs them in long, deep strokes. Then, he
moves to my chest and he splashes HOT oil on my pecs and abs. I flinch at
the sting, but relax as he rubs the oil into my skins, taking special care
of my nipples. He leans over and licks my nipple before he bites down on it
hard. He looks at me and says, "Honey flavored oil, yum."

I squirm, and he moves to the other nipple He kisses it, licks it, and then
bites it so hard I think he's drawing blood. But he doesn't. He puts his
mouth over it and drools on my sensitive nipple and kisses the pain
away. Then he rubs his oil down my abs and squeezes. He leans down and
kisses my abs and follows my pleasure trail down below my waistline. Ty
takes the hot oil and slowly drizzles it on my cock head and lets it spill
over and down the shaft. He pours more oil on and it drains down my sides
and between my legs and I feel its warmth on my ball sack. Ty takes his
meaty, oily hand and grasps my shaft. He strokes it up and down slowly,
with all that oil making it slippery and sensitive. He strokes and strokes
and strokes so slowly and with such a tight grip, I can't take much more. I
squirm under his arm and he pulls his hand off my cock. Then, Ty moves to a
bench across the room and sits down with a slap and calls me over. I get
off the table and go to him. I instinctively get to my knees between his
legs and take is massive shaft in my hand. I feed him into my mouth slowly,
keep pulling my jaw wider. I'm lucky to have no gag reflex, so, once it's
in, I can swallow it whole. I feel his monster slide into my throat and
feel his pubis hair tickle my nose. That's when Ty puts his hands on the
back of my head and pulls me harder on to him. He then gets a rhythm going
and proceeds to fuck my face. It is so amazing to feel Ty's beast assault
my mouth and gullet. He slides in and out with great force, but I am
completely relaxed and take it all like a man. That's really all I want, to
take Ty like a man.

I feel Ty getting tense, like maybe he's ready to shoot. He pulls out of my
mouth and takes a deep breath. He raises his arms into the air and stands
to stretch. I admire every inch of his chocolate magnificence. His skin is
soft and dark and glistening with sweat and oil. His massive love shaft is
hard and bobbing up and down. "Ty, you are a beautiful man," I say.

Ty pulls me up with one powerful hand, and he pulls me into a strong
embrace and kisses me passionately. We stand there, making out for a long
time. This is his recovery time I guess. He breaks the embrace and leads me
by the hand to a low, padded therapy table and pushes me down on it. He
gets on his knees and pulls my legs over his arms and lifts my hips as if I
weigh nothing. Ty asks me, "Are you ready for this, Dave?"

"Ty, I have wanted this since that first day of therapy. Please fuck my
brains out, now."

Ty presses his one-eyed monster against my sphincter and presses slowly. I
feel his engorged member trying to press past the ring, I relax, and I feel
him pop through into my most private place. There is a lot of pressure, but
I feel no pain. Ty is gentle at first. He takes his time pushing all the
way in. At last, I feel him scrape past my prostate and his head meets the
wall of my man-pussy. Then, Ty goes to town. He knows he's in all the way,
and he starts to pump me. He goes slow, then fast. He pushes in hard, and
then pulls out gentle. He pulls all the way out and slams his monster meat
back in to the hilt. My man-cunt is on fire and in heaven at the same
time. "Fuck me, Ty! I want you to breed me!"

Ty's pace picks up speed and he is pumping me hard and deep. My own cock is
a hard rocket bobbing up and down, slapping my belly. I grab it in my hand
and start to jack off in rhythm to Ty's fucking. It sends me into orbit. My
cock swells at the same time that I feel Ty' black anaconda swell inside
me. He arches is back and presses his cock deep into my inner sanctum and
holds the pressure on me. I feel my own cum about to blow, and I jack
faster. My cock explodes, and I hear Ty shout out, "FUCK!" and his cum
shoots into me in spurt after spurt, big gobs of hot, juicy cum filling me
up. He must have shot 7 or 8 times before his meat stopped quivering inside
me. My cum landed on my face, chest, and abs. Ty rolled off me and reached
his hand over to scrape cum off my chest. He put his fingers to his lips
and sucked every drop of my cum, then he came back for more. Finally, Ty
got up and leaned down to lick the rest of my cum off my abs and chest, and
finally, he licked my face, before kissing me with his mouth full of my
cum. We laid back on the mat and breathed heavily.

Ty broke the silence. "Dave, I think I need to see you at least three times
a week for follow-up therapy."

"I agree," I answered. "But, seriously, I do want to hire you to be my
personal trainer. You've all the right equipment, in more ways than one,
and you've got the body I crave. May I be your client?"

"Consider it done, client," Ty said. "Let's go shower all this workout off
of us and then we can set up your next appointment...

[END PART ONE]