Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2011 16:24:00 -0800 (PST) From: Chris Martin Subject: Capt. Scott, Part 7 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. **At this time, I want to thank Nifty Archives for allowing me to contribute my experiences with them. To maintain a site takes time and effort, and your monetary contributions will be greatly appreciated. Capt. Scott, Part 7: I did more cranial work; and when I was done. I leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. "'Aah, that was nice!" he said, and apologized for bringing his son. He got up to dress. (This was not a very 'hot' sexy scene with Capt. Scott, but it was a beginning of my sessions with Mickle.) I was getting stressed at work because the supervisor wanted me to evaluate patients, who were being referred to us by this one major orthopaedist, who has requested that I evaluate/treat his patients. The supervisor/director was bending backwards for him cause he referred many patients to us. As with many cases I would evaluate the patients, initiate the treatment and do a treatment plan based on the findings/needs before I pass the patient to the other therapist or assistant. But not with the case for this one orthopaedist, so I had to work closely with the assistant and put my hands on them every session, and then I have my student to instruct/educate and evaluate on an almost daily basis. All this meant added paperwork and very time consuming. I was going to be gone for a seminar in Anaheim that started on Thursday, and taking several days off--returning to work on Wednesday and so the supervisor was going to work with Mickle and Capt. Scott. I let Capt. Scott know that I was going to be gone Thursday-Friday due to a seminar; he understood, "Where?" he asked me. "Embassy Suites in Aneheim," I answered. Captain Scott was a good investigator; he asked me which hotel and what time I was checking in, which I told him. "Aww maybe we can meet for a drink," he suggested. I had forgotten he worked and lived in Orange County. I stayed at the Embassy Suites in Anaheim, which was close to the seminar site. I checked in Wednesday night, did some paperwork, and reviewed my course material while relaxing with a good red when around 10:30PM Capt Scott called my cell--he was at work. "Why are you working so late?" I asked. "There was some fire and I wanted to make sure things were okay, and get the paperwork done," he explained. "How about meeting tomorrow after your class?" It was great hearing his voice. I asked how his session went with Mikle and the supervisor. "It went okay. The supervisor talked a lot, and his manual techniques were rushed. I missed you and your touch!" he said and there was a slight giggle. "Did I just hear a giggle?" I asked. I was already getting a rush of blood into my penis when I heard his voice, and now that he admitted to missing my touch and me, I was getting hard. "You sound very relaxed and calm," I informed him. There was a lightness in his voice. "Well, I hope you'll be able to sleep well tonight." And his comment surprised me, "I just feel a bit energized in a calm way since I'm talking to you! And hearing your voice! And the anticipation of tomorrow." I called Captain Scott during my lunch break and we agreed on meeting at 6:00PM in the lobby. The day dragged on and it seemed that class would never end. When class finally let out, I was like a child and rushed to back to the hotel. Capt. Scott was already in the hotel lobby, and dressed in his uniform but without his name tag. He looked hot. He had a bag with him, and I teased him, "bag of toys?" Capt. Scott just smiled, and I thought "oh, oh!" When we got to the room, Capt Scott waited for me to invite him in. "You going to stand out there?" I asked. He just smiled. I laughed, "Won't you come in to my lair?" I motioned him in. Capt Scott came and just stood there. "So..." I asked him. "I thought we'd work out in the hotel gym then dinner," he suggested. "Oh, ok," I replied. I was a bit disappointed cause I thought he had more than exercise and dinner on his mind. At least I did. I went to the room to change and he stayed in the living room area to change. (Embassy Suites have the bedroom and a living room area.) We worked out and I was impressed with the weights he was lifting. We did his exercise program on the mat and on the Swiss ball. We got into some positions where I was support him in close proximity to his cock, and times when my crotch was pressed against his leg or butt. I had my jocks strap on and so my hardened cock was somewhat confined, and likewise the Captain's. There was a guy observing us--I estimated him to be early 30s, 5'10" or so, beautiful blue eyes, and nicely built. "Wow, that's some hard balance exercises you're having him do" he remarked. "Yeah, he's a slave driver!" Captain replied. "You wanna try some of these? He'll Spot you!" Surprised Capt Scott would volunteer my services so easily, and even more surprised when the guy said yes. Introductions made: His name was Steve S from Colorado on business. Staying for a couple of days. I told him I was here for a seminar at a nearby clinic, and my profession as a PT. Captain Scott said he was here for his PT session since I was not at work and left him with inadequate hands. So I had Steve do basic exercises lying on the ball. "Aaah, challenge him!" barked Capt. Scott who was now doing the stair master. I had Steve then do what I call Roll ups on the Swiss Ball where you bring your knees toward your chest while laying on the ball and rounding up with your arms flat on the floor. I demonstrate for Steve. So when Steve gets on the ball, I am at his side spotting him. Several times he lost his balance away from me and so I had to reach out and pull him back. On one occasion I pulled too hard and his hip/buttock cheek pressed into my crotch, and there was no way he did not feel my erection. So he tried again, and this time I knelt closer to him on the other side, which seemed to be the side he lost his balance toward. I had my hands on his buttocks to steady him, and being the little devil, I held his butt cheeks a bit firmer. He loss his balance toward me and he tired to correct himself which meant that his body pressed into mine longer. I looked at Captain Scott, and he was grinning/smiling ear to ear. He even grabbed his crotch to adjust his cock. Steve finally got to where he was able to do 3 repetitions. I was not paying close attention after he said he was done. Rather than roll off the side, he rolled backwards off the ball and his ass pressed right into me and I fell forward onto him. So it looked like I was mounting him from the back while he laid on the ball on his stomach. I got up off of Steve as fast as I could. Captain Scott was laughing out loudly, "Oh what a sight that was! If anyone walked in you two would have a lot of explaining to do!" Steve looked up at the Captain then at me, and at my crotch. I offered my hand to him to assist him up. He took my hand and I pulled him up, and I noticed almost immediately the tenting of the front of his shorts. Steve followed where my eyes were looking, and he tried to shift his cock and simultaneously pull his shirt down. "I'd be popping a tent too, but I have my jock strap on!" I said in a soft voice. I headed to the treadmill and so did Steve. Steve stopped after 20 minutes and went to do the stair master; Capt Scott changed to the seated stationary cycle. I worked up a good sweat doing my run on the treadmill and after my 30 minutes of cardio, I did my stretches. I could see Steve watching me. The Captain was sweating a lot too when he was done. "Looks like you both had a good workout," Steve commented as we were wiping the equipment down and preparing to leave. "And we're not done yet," the Captain answered, and winked at Steve, which caused a raised eyebrow from him. "Maybe I'll catch you tomorrow!" I told Steve as I walked past him. We got to the elevator and Capt Scott had a grin on his face. I boldly walked up to him and leaned into him pressing my crotch to his crotch and whispered in his ear, "Penny for your thoughts." Blood already stirring in my cock. (I am always horny after a good workout or jog). We got back to the room and as I was unlocked the door, Capt Scott pressed his rising cock against my ass. I opened the door and he waited outside until I invited him. So as he stood there, I took my shirt off and lowered my shorts my shorts slowly to my pubic area, and told him "C'mon in Capt Scott." He came in and grabbed me--one hand around my waist and the other at the back of my head and kissed me. I kissed him back hard. We kissed like heavy hot sex drive guys with testosterone gone on overload. I took his shirt off far from ripping his shirt off, kissed his neck and worked my way down to his nipples and one at a time I sucked and bit his nipple. He worked fast and lowered my shorts with smoothness. I worked my way to his belly button, I traced the hair trail into his shorts with my tongue tasting the saltiness. I lowered his shorts slowly and watched as his cock lowered against the waist band of his shorts, and when his cock was freed it slapped up at nice angle. I wasted no time and took all of his cock in my mouth, tongue wrapped his cock head and with my other hand I pulled at his tight sack. He ran his hands through my hair and encouraging me with light gutteral moans. I grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them apart and giving them each a slap. He lifted me up and we kissed again; my cock stick out from my body. He grabbed hold of my cock, "I've dreamt of this thing many nights!" He sat on the office chair and pulled me toward him and took my cock straight into his hot mouth. He sucked with good 'suction'; he licked around the crown of my cock, tongued my slit, and flicked my cock head. He nibbled down my shaft and sucked me hard in the area between my legs. He lifted my cock and pulled my balls and commented on the smoothness of my ball sac. "I hate interruptions when I am getting good head."--referring to loose pubic hairs you try to spit out. I pumped my cock to match his down motion. I pulled him lowered myself and pulled him to the floor with me and we kissed while on our knees. I pushed him back and got into 69 position; he was hesitant and I waved my cock, "Go ahead Captain, suck my cock!" I wet my finger and just as I was close to his pucker hole, he tightened up, so I massage his butt and every now and then let my fingers slid across his pucker hole. He was content with just sucking my cock and I told him to suck my balls-- he took them one at a time and rolled them in his mouth. Soon I was tapping at his hole and he allowed me to rubbed the perimeter of his ass. I sucked him hard and he returned to my cock. Soon I felt him tighten and without giving me any verbal warning he shot his load--sweet copious cum which I swallowed his load (usually I don't). I kept some in my mouth and moved up along his body and kissed him passing his cum to taste and he took it readily without resistance. I stood above him and jacked my cock, "give me your hand," I said. He offered me his hand and I placed his fingers at my butt hole, and he knew what I wanted. He tickled the outside of my hole sending me to higher level. I shot my load on his face, neck and chest; I laid on him and rubbed my body on his--rubbing the cum into our bodies. I licked the cum off his face and neck. It tasted salty. I kissed him and shared the cum with him, which he at first was hesitant to accept, but I frenched him and he opened to accept what left I had. He sucked my tongue. My cock still hard was positioned between his legs and his cock was in a semi-boner state. I suggested we take a shower together; he smiled and he seemed reserved. I poured us a glass of red wine; if I know I am going to entertain I open a bottle of wine during the day to let it breathe. I ran the water. Capt Scott took a a couple of huge gulps of his wine and joined me in the shower. Thank you for reading "Captain Scott, Part 7. I hope you enjoyed this chapter of my life's experience, and thank you to those of you who have emailed me. Please write to me with your comments and/or suggestions; I would love to hear from you and will try to respond to each one. Email: Kaholo1154@yahoo.com.