Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2009 18:01:46 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Hot Legs, Part One" by Jay Roberts   Gay Encounters

"Hot Legs, Part One" by Jay Roberts  Gay Encounters

----I think you guys under 18 think the title refers to guys after working out.
you  won?t find out because you must leave.  Older guys stay and learn
about those legs.


 Some of the athletes who come here for treatment don?t have broken bones
or bad sprains.  They have strains or troublesome Charlie horses.  Young
doc Jim does the initial exam and they, when appropriate, get referred to
me.

My day is usually filled with repeat clients, athletes who need regular
deep tissue massage or are completing a serious of massages prescribed by
Doc.  Yeah Doc.  Jim must be the hottest young medic in the field.  You
wouldn?t think those loose cotton scrub tops could be sexy.  That?s because
you never saw someone with Jim?s muscled, hairy forearms peeking out and
the swell of his pecs showing at the ?V? of the neck. An ex tennis player,
he was in terrific shape and only thirty years old.  I think he goes both
ways, although he has been only professional in his dealings with me.  I do
notice that he checks me out when he thinks I don?t notice, and my belief
is that I was hired over several applicants because of?well I?m too modest
to tell about my curly blond hair and great build plus a handsome face.  Oh
no, I leave that for others.

Checking today?s schedule I note that I have a few regulars, either
requiring my treatment, or finishing up the course prescribed by Jimmy the
hot boi doc.  These regulars are nice guys and I do my best, but they are
not turner-oners.  But I note I have two new patients scheduled.  The
first, a few minutes from now.  His name is Ty Swanson.  Cute!  His injury
is from football practice at the local high school.  Too bad, I figure he
needs ?kneading? to get back on the team.  His stats were interesting, age
17, height 6?4? and weight 247.  A big chuck of man.  I peeked through the
open door into the waiting room.  There he was, big head, cute small
features, and his strong thighs filled to bursting his jeans seams.

I poked my head out and in my most professional voice, I said, ?Ty, cine
in.?  He stood up to his full height and shit, he had an erection.  I guess
he was reading one of our gossip magazines, He saw that I saw the bulge in
his pants and he put one large, meaty hand over his front and reddened.

?Step into cubicle ?A? Ty and remove all of your clothing, except your
undershorts and put on one of the gowns hanging in there.?

?I ain?t wearing no undershorts.  I go commando ?

?No problem.?  (Do you think that I would object? Naw!)

He emerged a few moments later clutching the back of the gown to protect
the sanctify his lower body and backside barely covered by these devilishly
designed examining gowns.  As he strode briskly, I saw that he favored his
right leg, but as he climbed onto the examining table and grunted with
pain, I did catch a glimpse of his large, muscular ass.  Porn stories
emphasize cute asses, but big ones are nice too.

I pushed him gently into a reclining position and began to check out his
leg.  I now could see his ?junk? as his teammates likely call his cock and
balls.  His ball sack with large and hairless and pink and white.  Very
nice, as big as a baseball.  His smallish cock lay over it, thin and
wormlike.  So much for thinking that kids with big feet, which he had, also
have big cocks.  Nevertheless, I found its size endearing.

?You have a nice clump on your calf.  That knot is your problem.  I?ll use
warm compresses and begin a very gentle massage.  You?ll need several
treatments.?

He grunted.  I took that for agreement, but then he said a bit roughly,
?Frank, I don?t much care for guys messing with my body.  Be careful where
your hands go.?

Well that was cold water on the situation.  I guess he got my name off the
door and was putting me down by using my first name.  Oh well, on to work.

I spent about ten full minutes gently massaging his poor right calf.  His
legs sure were big, and his thighs were ballooning out in muscle.  With his
pink smooth skin, he looked like a baby blown up to full size.  There was
only sparse hair under his arms and his pubes that I saw easily under the
gown were also sparse.

?I want to check out your leg nerves with this tongue depressor.  You?re
not ticklish, are you??

?I?m very fucking ticklish.  Can we skip that, sir??

Ah ha, now I?m getting respect.  ?I?ll only do it a moment.  Just relax.?

His foot was moist in dreading the procedure.  The boy had his face screwed
up to steel himself against the onslaught.  I pass the wooden edge over his
soft pink sole.  He gasped.

?Are you finished??

I really got all the information I needed about his nerve condition that
proved to be fine, but I couldn?t resist pushing him a little further.  I
did it again.  This time he giggled girlishly.  Ah shit, this is such fun.
I did it again.  He pulled his big knees up in protection.  ?Mr. Winter (oh
it?s Mr. now) I have a problem with tickling.  I, er, I tend to urinate if
it goes on too long.?

?Really,? I said blandly.  ?I can?t believe that.?  I pushed down on his
knees.  What big knees, not bony, well covered with soft flesh.  He signed
in resignation as I passed my hand over his inner thighs. He broke out into
long strings of high pitched laughter.  I could now see that his small cock
was rising into a rather pretty arch.  It was longer than I thought, maybe
over five inches.  He was circumcised.

He tried to push or hold my hand from moving so I outsmarted him and
returned to his soft padded foot sole.  I rapidly passed the wood gently
over the bottom of his foot.  He had now passed from reaction to the
tickling into a state of loss of control and true to his warning, the piss
hole at the end of his penis opened up like a little mouth and spit out a
stream of pale yellow fluid.  My boy was pissing.  He was bright red with
embarrassment but I was pleased.  I felt we had passed onto a new
relationship where he would be the child and I the parent.

He had hardly done much peeing.  I blotted it up, wiped it clean.  He
muttered softly,?I?m sorry.?

I patted his the sweaty, thick hair on his head.  ?That?s okay, boy.  How?s
the sprain??

He was grateful for the end of the treatment.  I helped him off the table.
Shit, he smelt good.  Irish Spring, I think.  He took a few steps.

?Hey, you?re good.  It?s much better.?  He paused a minute, seemingly
fighting for words.  ?But I think I need more treatments.?

?Sure kid.  I?ll see you two more times.  Next visit two days from now,
same time.  You can get dressed now.?

My next appointment was immediately after.  The patients name was Joel
Hampton.  The chart described him as twenty two, six feet, 160 pounds.  A
spare body.  He had seen Doc and it turns out that he had only muscle
soreness in his groin.  Can I be trusted with groin massages?  No way, but
I?ll do my best.

Joel turned out to be a slim, handsome, boyish, hairy lad.  Very sexy and
he knew it.  He smiled blindingly at me when I told him to undress in the
cubicle.

?No need,? he said in a surprisingly deep bass voice that made my cock
vibrate, ?I?m used to being undressed in front of guys, locker rooms and
showers you know.?

So saying, he kicked off his slides, doffed his tee shirt, jock style, you
know, with a hand on each side of the waist and whipped it up, then slid
out of his tennis shorts, his long cock hanging over his delicately
sheathed sac containing two large balls, it hung below his cock by three
inches.  I tried not to look, but he caught my burning eyes and the cheeky
kid laughed.  I guess he was used to being admired.

I delayed telling him to put on a robe and left him naked.  He seemed
comfortable and no doubt was proud of his admirable physique.  He was lean
and hairy.  His waist must have been a mere 29? and his body swooped up to
impressively wipe shoulders.  Yes, he pecs, under the hair were nice planks
of muscle and he had a perfect eight pack.  You could hate a guy like this.

?Stand on your toes,? I ordered, trying to regain control of the situation
that had been skewed by the kid?s sexy charisma.  He did so dutifully.
Nice curvy feet and long straight toes, each one with four shiny hairs on
top.  His pubes were not as hairy as one might expect.  No doubt he shaped
them, but left enough to still look natural.

?Lie on the table and I?ll check out that pulled groin.?

?Okay Frankie,?  (Shit the kids nowadays are fresh.)  But he continued,
drawling out his remarks.  ?Be gentle, and when you mention our time
together, please be kind.?

I guess he was gay.  Every gay guy knows those please-be-kind words.  I bet
he has all Bette Midler?s records.

He jumped slightly as my cold hands, from just washing up, rested against
his testicle sac as I felt his groin for the problem area.  ?Ah hah, I
think I found the devil.?

?Please don?t insult my penis.  Usually I get compliments.?

I took this as an opening to stare down at the generous endowment.  He was
uncircumcised and either he was a little hard or the foreskin was too short
to cover his glans.  A red cherry-like head, moist and redolent was poking
out.

?It is a fine one.  Congratulations.?

?If you really liked it, you would pat it to apologize for ignoring the
fellow up to now.?

Almost as a joke I leaned forward and touched his penis with a soft pat.
Shit, it was feverishly hot and it sprang up into a full display of pulsing
wood.  A faint odor of excitement emanated from it.

Joel?s formerly deep voice was now crooning as he sunk into the throes of
sexual excitement.  ?You?re the therapist.  I need therapy right now.?

He half sat up and put his strong hand on the back of my neck and pulled me
down on his rampant organ.  Could I have resisted?  Maybe.  Did I want to
fight him off?  Naw.  Like a dutiful puppy I opened my mouth and took that
fragrant stiffy into my salivating mouth and began madly sucking and
moaning around it.

I heard Joel above me chuckling.  ?Hey medical boi, slow down.  Be a little
epicurean please.?

What a fool and a pig I had been.  I slowed down and boy that did the
trick.  He began moaning and cooing sliding into his cum.  Streams of warm
spooge hit my tongue.  The kid must eat certified natural food with no
preservatives.  It was sweet.  I allowed his cock to fall out of my mouth
and licking my lips and straightening my scrubs I tried to regain some
dignity.

?Hey Frankie, my sprain is gone.?  And then fixing me with an amused,
open-eyed look, he added, somewhat unkindly, ?Maybe all I needed was a good
blowjob.?

I shook hands with him before he left and after he was dressed.  I agreed
that he wouldn?t need for ?treatments?, although he put on a moue face.

The next four patients were rather elderly and that cooled me off for the
day.  That is, until Doc. Jim used his authority figure to subdue me.  But
that?s another chapter.

End of Part One