Date: Fri, 6 Apr 2012 22:16:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chris Martin <kaholo1154@yahoo.com>
Subject: Capt. Scott, Part 10

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Capt. Scott, Part 10:

"I had a great time! See you Tuesday."  And kissed me again.  I had a
wonderful, hot, passionate time with Capt Scott.  I slept well!

I was up early and starving!  I shaved, showered, and went down for the
Embassy's complementary breakfast of eggs, hash browns, sausage patties,
bacon, and over easy eggs and a side of pancakes.

"Mine if I join you?"  came a familiar voice.  I looked up and it was Steve
from yesterday.

"Sure! Don't mind at all!" I replied.

Steve was dressed in a light blue long sleeve shirt and khaki pants with
opened buttons.  He looked sharp.

"You look dashingly handsome!" I kidded him.  "You sleep well?"

"You're looking refresh and ready to tackle your day," he chimed back.

We had a good conversation.  I learned that Steve was 32, married for 6
years and had 2 sons aged 4 and 2; enjoyed playing tennis and volleyball.
Democrat, Protestant--United Church of Christ, which is the same as for me.
He was in town to attend meetings over the weekend, and here at the Embassy
until Monday afternoon then flies home.

"How good a tennis player are you?  What level?" I asked Steve between
bites.

"I play on a USTA 4.0 tennis team," he replied, "do you play?"

"I'm on a 4.0 tennis team too! Did you bring your racquets?"  I asked.

"As a matter of fact, I did because you can get pick up matches, but there
are no courts here," he answered.
                                                                                                                                                                     "Well,
there is the park close by with tennis courts.  If you want to hit this
afternoon, I'll get the concierge to book us courts. Want to?" I offered.

"Sure, we are schedule to run until 4 today.  What time do you get off?" he
asked.

I thought to myself, "get off? I'd love to get off now."  I told him I was
done with class at 4:30PM, and should be ready to go by 5:30PM.  I gave him
my cell number and he gave me his.

On my way to class, I stopped at the concierge's desk and asked if he could
make the reservation for us. The concierge, Jordan, was a good-looking guy
and beautiful smile and dimples.  "No problem, it'll be my pleasure!"

Class went by with some excitement in David and Jeremy, whom I did not get
to interact with yesterday, but today was fun.  Today's session was more
lab work and application of the principles presented yesterday.  David, 28,
approx 5'10" and 180 lbs., surfer look with long wavy sandy blonde hair,
green eyes; recent graduate from the USC, working in a private practice in
Huntington Beach; and currently single.  Jeremy, 38, about 6', 190 lbs.,
brown wavy hair and green eyes, assistant director at a rehab center,
married to a flight attendant, no children, and residing in Long Beach.  (I
met some female PTs and some were very pretty and nicely built.)

Lab work required a lot of hands on and getting close to the other person's
body, which is something we all are use to doing, but perhaps not so much
with Jeremy being that he worked in a Rehab center doing more
administrative work than treating patients.  When working on each other,
the one being the patient gives the one giving the treatment feedback.
David had great hands--soft touch and yet firm when necessary, and good
placement, and minimal cues necessary except for "Yeah, that feels good!"
Jeremy, on the other hand, was all over the place--inconsistent with his
grip, hand placement, and required frequent verbal cues on the amount of
pressure he was exerting, and about pressures equally through his hand and
fingers.

For example, when we were doing pubic symphysis mobilization, he was quite
nervous about placing his hand above my pubic bone.  I saw his hand shaking
and so I took hold of his hand, which by the way is soft, and placed it on
the area. Later when we had to palpate the origin/insertion of the Adductor
group muscles, he was unsure, but perhaps more nervous about getting close
to my jewels.  So again, I placed his fingers were the muscle started.

"When I work with men and have to go into that area, I simply ask them to
more their jewels to the other side," I shared, "and with women, I always
call one of the female therapist to witness, because you do not want any
sexual harassment or improper touching charges."

We changed places and Jeremy got on the treatment table.  I placed my hand
above his pubic bone and I do the light mobilization.  Then when it is time
to do the Adductor test, I asked him, "Are you dressed to the right?"  He
nodded his head and so I proceeded with treatment on the left side.

I have one hand close to his groin area and the other along the belly.  As
the instructor is talking, I just rock his thigh back and forth loosening
the muscle.  I can feel his leg relax more.  "You sure let go Jeremy!" I
tell him. I also noticed there is a slight bulge in his pants that was not
there earlier.

"Damn, I need more practice, but I don't see that many, who can benefit
from what we are doing?"  Jeremy said in exasperation.

"You just need to practice on one of the therapist at the rehab center," I
suggested to him. "I live in Long Beach too, maybe I can help you out."

"You would?" he asked surprisingly.  "Okay, that would be great and I
appreciate the offer."

"My place is small, so we'd have to do it at your place," I warned him.

"Hmm, I don't think that'll be a problem," he said though not very
confidently as though he was now having second thoughts.

I gave him my mobile number and email address.  Jeremy gave me his cell,
email, and his home address. About the same time, David handed me his card,
"Great working with you, you got a card?" he asked me but not Jeremy.

"Unfortunately, I don't, but I'll call you," I said to him.

"Looking forward to getting together for some added hands on experience,"
Jeremy added as we left the seminar.

I took my time going back to the Hotel, and I am quite tired. One never
realizes how tired one can get at these seminars; for me, it's more mental
overload, and you'd think that I would be looking forward to some physical
outlet. Not today.

I got back to my room and the light on the room phone is flashing.
Message.  I retrieved the message and it is the concierge informing me that
the courts are reserved this afternoon for high school tennis matches.
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thought to myself, "Thank you Jesus!" because I was not up to playing
tennis, and wanted to go down stairs and just enjoy the complimentary
drinks.

I called Steve's cell.  He answered after the first ring, "I'll be down in
2 minutes!" he said without saying hello.

I informed him the courts were used for high school matches, and he sounded
disappointed, "Damn, I was looking forward to a good match with you!"

"Well, are you up to getting some drinks downstairs?" I asked. "They're
free!"

"Ok, sounds good!  See you in a few!" Steve replied.

I changed into my tennis shorts and a t-shirt but donned my flip flops.  I
met Steve, who was dressed in all white tennis attire, and damn his shirt
showed off his pecs and well developed arms.  He had four margaritas at the
table and some chips to share.

We shook hands. "Are we expecting company?" as I looked at the 4
margaritas.  "How was your day?" I asked.

"No, for you and me. Aah nothing special and just brain storming and
problem solving." Steve answered but seemed not wanting to really talk
about work. "What about you?" he asked.

"Today was a lot better; lab work and hands on where we get to practice on
each other, and just the right amount of lecture.  And lunch was served!" I
tried to sound enthusiastic and hoped he would ask about `hands on.'

"Hands on?  You guys practice on each other?"  he asked surprisingly.

"Yes, that's how we learn our techniques and we, as therapists, give the
other therapist feedback."

"So the Captain was actually here with you getting his therapy?" Steve
asked.

Not to tell a lie, I replied, "Well, that's what he said huh? But he needed
more than just the exercises so I did his manual techniques in the room.  I
didn't want to draw attention doing it in the gym."

"What kind of manual techniques?" he was very inquisitive.

"Did a lot of soft tissue mobilization, some myofascial release, stretches
on the bed, and some craniosacral techniques.  And then some relaxation
techniques, which is good for him," I explained.

"Don't you have your massage table with you?"  Steve continued to ask and
taking huge gulps from his drink.

"I see.  You want another drink?" he asked.  Before I could answer, he
stood up.  As he walked behind me, he placed his hand on my shoulder and
gave it a squeeze.

So I mentioned he fit his shirt nicely.  Well, so did his shorts; his
shorts hugged his butt well.  And what a butt on him that I did not really
notice yesterday.  Not only did his shorts hug his butt, but also showed
his basket.  I am sure he was wearing a jock strap, which would explain why
his butt looked so perky!

I could not help but look over his body as he approached with four drinks
in his hands. He saw me looking at him as he approached and he smiled and
gave me a wink.

"I was ready to give you a tennis lesson!" he teased as he placed the
drinks down. When he sat back down, he seemed to be closer because now we
were brushing our arms on the table.  He had a hairy arm, and the light
brushing against mine were nice to feel, and kind of stimulating.

"Yeah?  And I was going to propose a bet or small wager to make it more
interesting," I teased him as I took a sip of margarita

"What would you have proposed?" he asked.

"Loser gets fucked!" I thought to myself.

"Well, money is always a great impetus, but maybe something different!  I'm
always giving massages, so I was going to propose that when I beat you, you
have to give me a massage!" I remarked to him rather confidently and took a
sip looking straight into his eyes.  I shifted in my chair so I was at an
angle facing him.  The margaritas, I think, were taking its effect on me.

"What makes you think you were going to win?" he asked looking me straight
in the eyes and taking a drink. "And what makes you think I know how to
give a massage, which by the way I do know how to give massage," and took
another drink finishing his third glass.

"Yeah, you may know how to give a massage, but the question is do you give
a good one?"  I challenged him.
                                                                                                                                                                          "I
guess you shall never know, will you?" he was quick to reply.

"Ah come on, I showed you some exercises on the Swiss ball, and that was
all free of charge," I tried playing the now you owe me one game.  I was
close to finishing my fourth drink.

"Yes you did!" he agreed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone coming over to us.  I turn to
see a waitress with margaritas on a tray.  "Happy hour almost over and I
thought I'd save you gentleman a trip!"  She placed four drinks on table,
and gave Steve a wink.

"Thanks!" we said almost simultaneously.  Steve gave her a $5.00 tip.
"That's for being so considerate!"  he told her.

I finished my fourth glass, and started on the other.  There was a period
of silence as we drank our margaritas.  Steve turned his body in his chair
to face me, his legs spread apart, and placed a hand on my thigh.

"You really think you would have beaten me?" Steve asked me and gave my
thigh a squeeze.

I slid down in the chair a bit, "Yeah, because that wager of a massage
would be a huge incentive for me; people always want me to give them
massages when they find out I'm a PT, and I don't get massaged much."

"Okay, I'm a gentleman.  You worked with me yesterday showing me some
exercises and so I should pay you back.  I... I... think pay back is
appropriate here.  You want that massage?" Steve said to me, and I noticed
he let his hand wander a bit higher.

I placed my hand on his deltoids and give him a gentle pat, "Stevie baby
that's music to my ears!"

I lifted my glass to toast him; he lifted his and we clinked our glasses.
I downed my 5th glass and damn it gave me a brain freeze.  Steve laughed at
me, "Buddy I guess not much there since you burned many cells today!"

**I should point out here that the complimentary drinks are small; not your
typical size.  After all it's free!

"I've got lotion in my room," I told Steve.

 "I bet you do!" he replied and slapped me on my upper back as we got up.
We took our last drink with us.

When I got up, I was tenting the front of my tennis shorts.  I shielded my
cock so the patrons would not see, and somehow brushed it against Steve's
hand as I stepped sideways.

I looked at Steve and he was looking down at the front of my shorts. "Come
on buddy," I slapped him gently on his abs letting my hands linger there
longer than usual, "I am ready for my massage." As I dropped my hand, I let
it brush against the front of his shorts and brushed against his hardness.

We got in the elevator and we stood facing each other on opposite sides.
The margaritas definitely had me going!  Seemed like all inhibitions were
thrown to the wind.  I looked at Steve taking him in--"Hot fuck!" I thought
to myself.  Steve stared back at me.  He won!  I was the first to break
away from the stare.

My cell phone rang just as we exited.  It was Capt Scott!

"Hey there Captain! What a surprise!" I exclaimed as I looked at Steve and
we continued walking to my suite.  "Just heading up to the room to get a
massage from Steve... yeah, the guy from the gym yesterday...  you're in
the parking lot?... wife and son gone to see parents... sure!... only if
you help!" I said.

By the time I hung up with the Captain we were at my room, and I had the
door opened letting Steve in.

"So Scott...I mean Captain Scott is here?" Steve asked.  He looked a bit
confused.

"Yeah... he thought he'd drop by because his wife and son are gone... he is
coming up to the room... you want to rinse off first?" I offered, and Steve
seemed a bit confused.  Rather than wait for him to answer, "Yeah, you go
first," I stated as I headed to the bathroom and slipped my shirt off.  I
turned the water on for the right temperature, and shouted over the running
water, "there are clean towels here... I'll wait for the Captain."

Steve was at the bathroom doorway without his shirt.  "Wow, you look good,
even better without a shirt!"  I teased him as I walked past him and once
again placed my hand on his abs, and this time I rubbed it up and down and
then to his pecs.

"Go on! Don't be shy!" I slapped his ass.
                                                                                                                                                                     Steve
lowered his shorts and he had a jock strap on.  "Damn, what a fine ass
too!" I thought.  I stood in the doorway and watched him as he stepped out
of his jock strap.  "I hate to waste water, so I might joint you, if you
don't mind."

Steve turned to face me and he had a semi-hard on going, "What about the
Captain?" he asked nervously.  His cock had to be at least 6" semi hard!

"I don't know if that shower/tub can fit the three of us!" I laughingly
replied to Steve, who grabbed his cock and lifted his balls--the latter
look heavy and big- as he stepped into the tub.

I slipped off my shorts and underwear, tugged at my cock and balls.  I felt
more of the effect of the margarita, and the thought of the Captain and
Steve in my hotel room started to really arouse me.

Knocking on the door only meant one thing, the Captain is here!  So I
opened the door without looking through the peep hole and stood in the
opening. "Welcome!" as I bowed.

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Thank you for reading "Captain Scott, Part 10; I realize there is no heavy
sex scene, but the dynamics between Steve and I will lead to something
quite delicious.  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
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