Date: Wed, 9 Nov 2016 17:17:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Back with Dad

I started working for my Dad over summer. He did landscaping. After only
about an hour of work, I picked up a heavy bag wrong and felt my back seize
up. If I tried to move, I felt a sharp pain in my back.

My Dad came up to me all concerned and worried. He put my arm around him
and helped me to his truck. This was pretty out of the ordinary. We barely
talked to each other, let alone ever touched each other.

He drove me to a doctor's office. They were friends. When we came into the
office, the doctor was there and took us into a room and sat me down on an
examining table. The doctor said he was just going to get some lunch, but
he'd help me.

He had me lay back flat on the table. It was padded, so it felt pretty
good. My back wasn't hurting as much. The doctor slipped his hand under my
back and felt around. He pressed some muscle or something and it hurt like
hell. Then he came around and lifted my arm up and then my leg, and it hurt
really bad each time. He gave me an ice pack.

He said that I'd be fine, but that I needed to do these stretches and
exercises every day. He told my Dad that he'd need to make sure I do them
every day, and that he'd need to help me with some of them.

The first was stretching my arms around and massaging my shoulder. He said
it was really important that I do it right and rub this one spot. He asked
my Dad to stand up so he could demonstrate it and so that my Dad could tell
if I was doing it right.

So he has my Dad stand up and take his shirt off. He was a little shy at
first I guess. We were kind of private, and I hadn't seen him with his
shirt off for a couple years and then only at the beach. I guess some other
people are more open about stuff like that.

So my Dad takes off his shirt, and he has a really good body. His muscles
are a lot bigger than mine, but he's going to show what I'm supposed to
do. He had a hairy chest, too.

The doctor tells him to lean against the wall and wrap one arm around in
front and hold his elbow and massage under his shoulder. My Dad goes over
and does it, and the doctor asks me if I understand it. I tell him yes.

Then he has my Dad come over so I can feel the muscle and how it sticks out
if your arms are like that. I slowly reach out my hand and feel my Dad's
skin and push on the muscle. It's weird for me, but that makes it just
really interesting. Then the doctor asks me to get up and try it.

I'd be shy at that point about taking off my shirt, but my Dad went first
and still has his off. And it is a doctor's office, and it's not a big
deal. So I start to pull it up over my head, but I still can't move too
much. So my Dad and the doctor pull my shirt up and over my head and off my
arms. That was pretty weird, too.



So now I have my shirt off and I lean against the wall. It feels good on my
back, like there's less pressure. And I wrap my arms around and feel for
the muscle in my side. When I rub it, it feels good. Then the doctor tells
me to switch arms and do the other side. He says I should do this for five
minutes every day, and it'll help.

Then he says the next exercise requires my Dad to help, but that it's
easy. He has me lay down on the table again on my stomach. He has me reach
my arms up over my head. It feels a little better on my back.

Then the doctor says that this next exercise is like a massage. He puts his
hand in the middle of my back and makes a fist and pushes it up the center
of my back. He asks how it feels and I say it feels good. Then he tells my
Dad to come do it.

My Dad slowly rests his hand flat against my back. He has big hands. It
feels weirder having him do it than when the doctor did. My Dad doesn't
seem too freaked out. He says something about he'll do whatever to help me.

Then the doctor tells me to roll over on my back, so I'm lying there
without a shirt and my Dad is standing over me without a shirt, and the
doctor is standing there above me. He's wearing a shirt and tie with a
white coat. The doctor tells me to reach my arms up again, and it feels
good on my back. I'm kind of frozen with my arms up.

"I'm just going to open up these jeans a bit," the doctor says. He reaches
out and unbuttons my jeans and slides the zipper down and spreads the flaps
open, exposing the top of my underwear. My Dad watches.

"And let me just slide these down a bit," the doctor says. He takes a hold
of the sides of my jeans and slides them a little lower. Then he slips his
fingers into the waistband of my underwear and inches them down a
little. He slides his hand flat against the exposed skin.

The doctor tells my Dad to reach out and guides his fingers onto my
waist. He puts his fingers onto my skin and pushes them gently in and
out. It's not like a massage or anything complicated, just kind of
pressing. My Dad looks at me while he's doing it and we're quiet for a
while, just staring at each other.

"Does it feel good?" he asks, and I say yes. My heart is beating fast. My
skin is tingling. It feels weird but amazing. I can feel a breeze on my
exposed armpits. I'm looking at my Dad's muscles as he rubs me.

The doctor says he'll show us the last exercise for us to do and helps me
stand up. My back doesn't hurt as much now, but still a little bit. The
doctor tells my Dad to sit down on this chair and leads me over to lie
across his lap.

I slowly place my stomach on my Dad's legs, with my head and arms dangling
off one side. My Dad's pretty tall and big, so I was still kind of small
compared to him as I'm draped over his lap.

The doctor tried to make a joke. He said, "It's spanking position, but I
don't want any of that in his condition, no matter how bad he is."

It feels weird with us both shirtless and my pants still open. My Dad
surprised me and laid his hand flat against my back to steady me. The
doctor told me to stay in that position, just like I stayed with my arms up
before. He told my Dad that he was going to massage my lower back.

"I'm just going to slide these down a bit," the doctor said, and he slowly
slid the back of my jeans off so my butt was hanging out.

Then he held my underwear waistband again and lifted it up and down, just
letting the top of my butt cheeks and crack be exposed.

I really felt weird now. My Dad and I were never this close or touching or
nearly naked before.

The doctor showed my Dad to place his thumbs at the tops of each cheek and
roll them around. It felt good and relaxed my back, but I wondered how my
Dad felt about touching me like this. Then the doctor had my Dad put his
fingers on my tailbone and press down, sliding close to my crack. It felt
electric.

The doctor told my Dad to keep doing these massages, so I was just lying
there on his lap while he rubbed the top of my ass. The doctor let it go on
for a few minutes. It was more than just a demonstration. I was thinking
about how my Dad was going to do this every day for a few weeks.

"Now I'm going to be very frank and open," the doctor said. "Touching and
being touched and skin contact like this; these are all likely to cause
excitement, no matter what the situation is."

Then he asked my Dad if he had an erection. My dad looked at him, still
rubbing me, and slowly, eventually said yes.

Then he asked me if I had an erection. I took a deep breath and slowly,
eventually said yes.

The doctor said, "There, now you both know. It's fine. You can probably
both feel each other. If this situation causes your body to become aroused,
that is alright. If you need to relieve yourself afterwards, you should. If
the rubbing causes you to ejaculate, then that is fine as well. You can
clean up afterwards."

Dad kept rubbing my back. I laid there and enjoyed it. I felt my boner
pressing against his leg, now barely covered.

I felt his hard cock pressing into my side and stomach. I let myself feel
it. I let myself rub against him. We both let the doctor watch. The room
was silent.

I kept expecting the doctor to say that it was enough, that this was just
supposed to be showing us what to do, but he let this be a good first
session and really do the whole procedure.

I started grinding my body against my Dad's legs. I could feel my dick
slide and rub into his muscles. I squeezed my butt muscles, and I guess my
butt flexed under his hands. I humped his lap. My Dad kept rubbing his
fingers into my back and sliding his thumbs down between my cheeks, slowly
and going lower.

I could feel him kind of leaning back and pressing his legs up into my body
and grinding me. I finally moved faster and faster against him and felt my
body tense up and I shot a load in my pants that slid around against his
legs.

Then I felt his body do the same as he came, quivering and holding me
against him.

Breathing heavily, I looked over at the doctor, who had a smile on his
face. My back felt almost normal now after getting worked out and shooting
my load. I felt loose but tired.

The doctor asked if we felt we could continue these exercises each day
until I felt better. We both nodded yes. I thought about tomorrow morning
at home when Dad would make sure we did our exercises for my back.


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