Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2011 16:24:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Chris Martin <kaholo1154@yahoo.com>
Subject: Capt. Scott, Part 7

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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
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