Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2011 21:28:46 -0700 (PDT) From: Chris Martin Subject: Capt. Scott, Part 5 Warning: All events that happen are completely consensual between people involved in the story. If you are not of legal age, reside in an area where viewing such material is illegal, or are offended by homosexuality and/or homosexual themes, leave this site now. The author retains all rights to this story. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the permission of the author. Captain Scott, Part 5: Previously: He confirmed his appointment for Tuesday, and walked to the back door. His cell phone rang. "Must be his wife," I thought! I made sure to take the towel home--NO, not for souvenir! I can't leave cum crusted towel in the office! As I drove home, I envisioned his muscular white ass, and I felt a stir in my groin. "Hmmm, I wonder what it would be like to fuck him or for him to fuck me," I thought to myself. Later the question turned to "when." Monday I am told I will have to go back to 8:00 - 5:00 shift, because the Director had a death in the family. That means Captain Scott is going to be seen by another registered physical therapist. I checked the schedule out and tried to rearrange the schedule so that Capt Scott is my last patient, BUT I am unable to accommodate him and subsequently he will have to be with another therapist next week. The secretary called and informed him of the situation and although he is disappointed, he is going to keep his appointments because there is an expiration date of his sessions. Tuesday: As I am preparing to leave, Capt. Scott is early and stops by my desk where I am sitting closing out some charts. He gave me a handshake with a pat on my shoulder, "I was looking forward to you working with me." I explained the situation and he totally understood. He shared he lost weight, and I told him he is showing it. I gave him my business card and wrote my cell number on it, "Call me if the session does not go well." He then took out his business card and wrote his cell number on it, "If I can be of any assistance" as he massaged my upper traps; "so, who works on you to relieve these tight muscles?" I look up and replied, "I have my resource of helping hands," and winked at him. Around 7:45PM I got a message from Capt Scott: "the session was ok, but there is something different therapeutically when I have my session with you, so I am going to cancel my Thursday appointment. Oh, I left you two (2) tickets to the fireman's fund raiser festival... games, food, silent auction, entertainment... this coming Saturday. Saturday rolled around. I never made it to the festival. Tuesday: Back to my old schedule. Captain Scott cancelled on Tuesday and rescheduled for Friday with me. I looked forward to seeing him on Friday. However, the supervisor is taking the day off and I have to cover for him. I thought the supervisor or the secretary would call my patients and inform them of the change, but no one did! Friday evening Captain Scott called me-- very disappointed and unhappy about not being informed of the change. UGH! Monday I am assigned a PT student (PTS) on his third clinical, who will be with me like a shadow. Mickle (pronounced Michael): 23 yo, 6'1", about 190lbs., blonde buzz cut and blue eyes with some huge hands (and feet!). Tuesday: Captain Scott arrived 15 minutes early. I talked to him and apologized for the lack of communication. For some stupid reason I told him, "I will make it up to you" to which Captain Scott replied, "I am gonna hold you to that." Mickle started his therapy. I go through the exercises with Captain Scott and had Mickle do them as well so he can feel what is expected. I talked about positioning and proper hand placement to give tactile cues and stimulation of muscle groups, which I demonstrated on Mickle and then had Mickle show me on Captain Scott. Huge hands on that boy! Now manual technique time. Best way for feedback was for me to work on one half and have Mickle do the other half and get feedback from Captain Scott. Mickle prepared Captain Scott while I locked up the clinic. When I returned, Captain Scott was on his stomach with just a towel draped; I looked at Mickle and he just shrugged his shoulders. I explained what I was doing. I asked Mickle to refresh me of his manual experiences, which was quite impressive; I showed him what I preferred doing. Usually I set time aside for me and the student to practice manual techniques and stretching on each other, but today it was a different approach. Captain Scott was the perfect gentleman and gave great feedback. He did get a bit aroused when we did tissue work on his buttocks and adductors (muscles along the inner thigh), but that was not evident until I had him roll onto his back. Mickle seemed very surprised-- I mean, the poor fellow could not take his eyes off the popped up towel. I explained the normalcy of the situation. LOL... I too could not take my eyes off the popped tent. I continued the session: I demonstrated the Iliopsoas Release technique; the unfortunate thing is Captain Scott's cock was leaning toward Mickle's side, and he was puzzled what to do. I suggested he merely tell the patient to move `himself' to the other side, and he did as instructed. Captain Scott looked at me with a grin as if to say, "you do it!" just like before, but does as instructed. An uneventful session. But I thought I saw some extension in Mickle's pants to the right. Session done. Captain Scott shook our hands and leaned into me, "Don't forget--you're gonna make it up to me." A quick end of the day meeting with Mickle. He confessed he has never had a male patient get aroused, and never did a session with just a towel draped over a patient. I asked him why did he prepare Captain Scott is that fashion. "He just got undressed and took a towel to cover himself, and was on the table before I could say anything." I made up an excuse that with private rooms some of the therapists prefer to drape their patients with towels or sheets (females). I asked him if he was uncomfortable with what happened. He smiled and almost naturally reached to adjust his cock. Going to be interesting; great anticipation for my one on one with Mickle, which I tend to modify after all my years of having a student. 8) Tuesday: Student, Mikle, had a student meeting and left at 4PM, which is a welcome for me because now I can treat without having a shadow next to me explaining to him or quizzing him even though this shadow is pleasant to the eyes. Tuesdays are usually slow and today there are many cancellations; I asked for the afternoon off, but denied because of Captain Scott. By the time Captain Scott arrived there are two ready to leave and Mary is getting ready to leave too; she seemed to get her second wind of energy all the time. Captain Scott look good with a 5 o'clock shadow; he told me he had the day off. "Why didn't you tell me? I could have had you come in earlier," I kind of scolded him. "I had errands to run with the wife; you know the honey do list?" he replied. I did the usual hot packs first and started him on Trunk Stabilization isometrics and light lower ab work. We did the exercises and I advanced him to other exercises. I spotted him and there were times when he would lose his balance and fall into me, or when reaching to support him I would graze his cock. One particular time he was prone on the Swiss ball--kind of spread eagled, and I was between his legs. He lost his balance and I pulled him back, but he is a heavy guy and I pulled too hard backwards that I pulled his pelvis into my crotch. I released his hips but he pushed his pelvis back onto me. Trust me the whole time I am working with Captain Scott I am sporting a boner. He felt my cock against his ass and commented, "I feel that someone really gets excited about his job!" With that he grabbed my left hand and placed my hand on his cock, which was also hard. Still holding onto my hand he led me to the treatment room, "C'mon, I'm feeling really good!" Once in the treatment room he pressed me against the treatment table, his hard erect cock against mine and kissed me deeply--he shoved his tongue down my throat and I sucked it with the same vigor it was given to me. We kissed and he grinded his cock into mine. He broke off the kiss and moved to my neck/ear, which are my sensitive 'fuck me' areas, and I responded. He sensed he was turning me on and kept it up for a bit, and even worked on my ear which set me on fire. I reached between us and lifted his shirt and dug my hands into his shorts and took hold of his hard erect pre cum oozing cock in my hand and it pulsed. Quite an impressive uncut cock! I guesstimated his cock about 7.5" and tight balls. I pushed his shorts down and freed his cock which slapped up against his lower ab. Captain Scott was quite smooth of movement-- he was quick--he opened my shirt and unbuckled my pants with ease. He pulled my zipper down as he kissed and licked his way down but every now and then he would bite me; his 5 o'clock shadow brushed against my skin heightened the excitement. Captain Scott was in command. When he got to my belly button, he tongued my belly button and sucked it, which was quite nice and hot, and as he was migrating toward my cock, his hands roamed as well. One hand pushed the back side of my trousers down and the other hand pushed the front down. I crop my pubes and keep my balls shaved and so when he got to my crotch area, he mumbled, "nice" and as he groped my balls in his hand, "aww, smooth" (in all honesty, I shaved my balls that morning in anticipation that we'd get this far.) His other hand grabbed my ass and squeezed my ass cheek before he explored the crevice. I am by no means hung--6" but kind of thick. He licked my pre-cum and tongued my cock head. He was eager to explore my butt hole, and wet his finger and went back to teasing my pucker hole. He went down on me, taking all of my cock to the hilt, (LOL, no problem but if I had an 8 incher plus the story would be different.) He kept my cock deep in his mouth and applied deep sucking action and he ran his tongue along the underside of my shaft; he tugged at my balls. I encouraged him by holding onto his head and when he started to suck my cock, I assisted by face fucking him. He got down lower and sucked my balls taking one scrotum at a time and then taking both in his mouth. Fuck, this man was good! I thought. He then turned me and pushed me so that I was bent over on the treatment table. He licked the outside of my ass, every now and then he would bite my ass and slap it; he teased me before he fully dove in and rimmed my ass. He jacked my cock as he rimmed my ass, and I could see that he was stroking his cock as well. He stood up and started to rub his cock along my ass crack. I looked over my shoulder and he grabbed my head and turned me further to kiss me. I swear if he had worked on my ears, I would have told him to fuck me, but he did not. "Damn you are hot!" and bit me on my upper traps. I turned around and told him he was too and how talented a cock sucker he was. "The animal comes out when I'm totally turned on" he replied. I got out of my clothes and he did the same. I had him lay on the treatment table and I sat between his legs with my legs on the side of his body. I got close to him and grabbed our cocks, and jacked us off. He relaxed and spread his legs wider and I wet my finger and played with his butt hole. He moaned with pleasure. I continued to jack our cocks together and finger his ass as he played with his tit. I wet my finger and was able to get my finger deeper into to his butt; I found his prostate and massaged it. This got him to the edge and he let me know that he was cumming and so I jacked us harder and fingered his prostate. He CAME with such an intensity--spasm and spasm of cum shot high into the air. I was amazed at the amount of jizz from Capt Scott. I took his cum and used it as a lubricant and jacked off and repositioned myself so that I was kneeling between legs. I jacked my cock and looked intensely into his baby blues. He encouraged me "yeah c'mon buddy shoot your stuff on me" and he grabbed my balls and tugged them. I let Capt Scott know I was cumming. He sat up, "give me you juice" and opened his mouth. I aimed my cock at his mouth and shot my load; the first blast hitting him on the left side of his nostril and left eye, and the rest landed in his eager mouth. After I had shot the last of my load, I dick slapped him twice, which he thought was funny. He pulled me down and kissed me passing some of my cum to me. "sweet" he says. Yes, my cum was sweet! I wiped him up and we dressed. He waited to walk with me out, but just before we walked out, he took hold of my hand and said, "I haven't been with another man since I got married. I like you; I like your personality and your spirit... I fuckin' like you." And he kissed me tenderly slowly feeding me his tongue that rimmed my ass. (Damn, you Capt. Scott, you did not say anything about liking my looks! LOL!) ***************************************************************** Thank you for reading "Captain Scott, Part 4. 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