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Many years ago I was involved in a major auto accident. One of the benefits of seatbelts is that they keep you from going through the windshield. One drawback is that they can also cause hip injury depending on the force of the crash. Well, mine was a pretty forceful crash. While nothing was broken, my hips were both injured and required long-term physical therapy (PT) consisting of three sessions a week of approximately 1 hour each, sometimes longer, never shorter.
The first month or so of PT was pretty uneventful with only minor movement exercises and some manual massages on top of my gym shorts. As I started to get more movement from my hips, I was moved to a different therapist who specialized in “range of motion” or ROM, where the muscles, tendons and all connective tissues were stretched in order to get maximum flexibility and strength. My new therapist was Roger and I was more than happy with his treatment. For the record, Roger was probably mid-40’s, slender with a runner’s build, about the same height as me, near 6’ tall, clean cut and easy to talk to. Although slender, Roger had some muscles and I could easily see them straining as he moved my hips and legs in the stretching exercises. After just a couple of weeks I was feeling better and walking with less assistance.
The following Monday I came in for my session wearing my normal gym shorts and t-shirt. When Roger entered the room, he casually said, “We’re getting too much binding from your clothes, can you strip down to your skivvies and maybe that will help?” I had not anticipated this so I replied in a hushed tone (I’m not sure why, there wasn’t anyone else in the room), “Hey Roger, I don’t wear skivvies, I always go commando.” Roger looked at me, dead in the eye and said, “Well then, I guess we won’t have any binding at all then, huh?”
With that, I took off my shoes, gym shorts and t-shirt and laid down on the adjustment table. As Roger started his manipulation of my hip, he said, “You have a nice physique, Mr. Rick, and definitely a nice nude body.” I don’t get many compliments so I might have blushed a bit when I thanked him. Our session continued mostly normal for the next several minutes. Picture laying on your back and first one leg bent at the knee and is brought as close to your chest as possible and then stretch to the side. A handful of reps on one side, then switch to the other side. As we’re working through these manipulations and feeling my legs and hips moved like that I started to get a boner that was impossible to hide.
Roger was kind of funny when he said, “Looks like you’re enjoying today’s session!” All I could do was smile and groan as he stretched my hip more open. After a couple more reps, Roger laid my legs on the table and told me to rest for a minute as the next part might be taxing. After a short break and sip of water, Roger had me slide down the table until my ass was near the end and my feet were almost on the ground. He lifted both legs up at the same time, pushing them outwards so I was in a modified spread eagle. He slowly started applying pressure to my hip joints as he moved close enough to me I could feel him pushing against my ass. I ventured a peek down and it was clear that Roger was “enjoying” today’s session as well as his turgid dick was well defined against his thin scrubs. As I started to leak pre-cum onto my belly, Roger took the opportunity to spread the few drops around as he held my legs wide open.
These stretches went on for some time until he was able to lift and open my legs with must less strain than when we started. “Okay,” Roger stated, “let’s do our final exercise for today.” While I was enjoying the spread-eagle position, I was curious what Roger had in mind to finish. “Okay, Mr. Rick, stand up over here by the wall.” “Raise your hands and lean slightly against the wall.” Roger positioned me so my arms were raised and I was leaning slightly forward, similar to when you get frisked by the police (not that I would know, I’ve just seen it on tv). While my first thought was that Roger was going to fuck me from behind, that wasn’t his plan. “Nice and easy,” Roger said as he started massaging my hips and glutes. His hands were covered in a lotion which helped them easily glide over my flesh. “Okay, now listen carefully, Mr. Rick,” Roger almost whispered in my ear. I want you to slightly move your hips forward and backwards and every other rotation, rotate them so that it’s comfortable but you can feel it.
With that, Roger brought both of his hands around my waist and gently, but firmly, cupped my balls and grabbed my dick in the same motion. It took a second to get my bearings as I heard Roger whisper again, “Okay now, start moving your hips.” With those instructions, I slowly moved my hips forward and backwards to the extent it didn’t hurt. Roger’s grip on my cock was firm while he started massaging my balls. It didn’t take long before we built a small rhythm with him jacking me off while I was providing most of the movement. I could feel Roger’s strong body, and stronger cock, pressing against my back as I continued my undulations. It had been a while since I had sex with anyone so it didn’t take long at all of feeling Roger’s awesome hands working on me that I was ready to cum. I forewarned him that I was close. “Good, good,” he replied, keeping steady pressure on my cock and balls. “Let it go, you can do it!” Roger said as I grunted and felt the first of several ropes of fresh man-juice shoot out of me and against the wall. Roger pressed against me to keep me from falling backwards from the awesome release at the hands of my talented therapist. It took a couple of minutes for me to steady myself and Roger slowly backed away. “Go ahead,” Roger said, “sit down and gather yourself.” Roger went to the utility part of the room and ran warm water and brought me a damp washcloth to clean myself up and milk the last drops of our encounter. Roger confirmed our next appointment and he quietly left the room, just like any other session.
The next two week’s sessions were similar repeats with lots of Range of Motion stretching, spread eagle tension, some light fondling and ending with Roger proving a pleasurable reach-around to finish off. On the third week after starting my hip undulations, Roger told me we were going to move on to the final phase of rehab. Everything started normal but as we progressed, Roger began more than light fondling as he openly caressed and manipulated my cock and balls as I was spread open to him. I knew we were near the end of this portion when he told me to laid back and relax a bit. As I did, Roger deftly removed his scrubs to finally reveal his body. Toned, light coating of fur in all the right places and a beautiful cock, proudly pointing upward with evidence of pre-cum glistening down the shaft. I was open to whatever Roger had in mind and waited for the final act.
“Okay, then,” Roger said, “Come over here and assume the position.” Like a good patient, I did as instructed. And like it was in previous sessions, Roger began massaging my hips while openly playing with my cock and balls. I missed when he put lotion on his cock but I could feel his solid dick sliding between my ass cheeks as he pressed against me. Assuming he was going to penetrate me, I mentally prepared myself to be impaled. Roger had different plans. Roger slowed his massaging and fondling and led me back to the therapy table. He moved in front of me and looked over his shoulder and he bent over and spread his hairy cheeks. “Alright, now use the same motion we’ve been practicing and fuck me like you mean it!” With that, I stepped up and aimed my dick at Roger’s winking ass and slowly pressed against him.
With foresight, Roger had lubricated himself so there was little friction to stop me. As I entered him, Roger moaned and pushed back against me. I slid easily to the hilt and stopped to catch my breath. His ass was as hot and tight as anything I’ve felt in a long, long time. After a few moments, Roger indicated I should start my undulations. “Go ahead, just like we worked on,” he whispered, providing the encouragement I needed to slowly start. I certainly didn’t fuck him like a rabbit, but the sensation was unbelievable and his ass gripped my cock with each stroke. I took a couple more strokes and then reached around to find Roger’s dick waiting for my hand to grasp him. We built a nice in and out rhythm that didn’t overtax my hips but still provided plenty of action. With all of the hand jobs Roger had given me, it allowed me to last a little longer than I normally would have. But, all good things must come to an end.
As I felt my balls starting to churn, I gripped Roger’s cock hard and started jacking him faster. “Oh, yeah, that’s it, that’s it,” he gasped. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming,” Roger grunted as I felt his cock expand and start to shoot rope after rope of his man juice against the table. At the same time, my nuts tightened and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I emptied myself deep into Roger’s ass as it was clinching me in his own orgasm. We stayed in that position for several minutes. Me milking all of the cum out of Roger’s dick and my own deflating until it popped out of his ass, dribbling my own cum onto the floor.
“Sit down and relax for a minute,” Roger said as he kind of waddled to the sink for a warm washcloth and towel. When he returned, he asked with a smile, “How’re your hips feeling?” “Well,” I started, “I can’t think of a time in recent history when they’ve ever felt better.” “I’m so glad,” Roger replied as we finished cleaning up. Roger continued, “We only have about three sessions left, how’re you feeling about your progress?” What could I do but kind of laugh, “Are you kidding me, Roger,” I said. “As much as I didn’t like the accident, this therapy has done wonders for me, as evidenced by all that juice coming out of your fine, fine ass!” Roger did laugh at that, as we confirmed our next appointment and finished cleaning up. Needless to say, my recovery was successful and Roger and I haven’t seen each other since. I know he’s helping each of patients in the right manner for them.
