[ORTHOPEDIC]
Your elbow remains on top of the consultation desk. Your face sits on your palm. You stare intently at the man talking to you.
"Hey sir, are you alright?" you hear him say.
You return to your senses, "oh, jeez doc. I'm sorry. I'm just worried about my condition. What was it again?"
Dr. Gutierrez smiles at you, "I said, I think you might have developed leg length discrepancy. Your right leg is less than an inch longer than your left leg. The pressure is imbalanced therefore you feel that back pain from time to time."
Your giddy feelings towards your new found crush subsides and is replaced by worry, "so, does that mean I can't lift weights anymore?"
"Well, at the moment I suggest not. But I see how maintaining your figure must mean to you, so I suggest some alternative exercises to correct the condition," he explains.
"I see, what is that?" you inquire.
"Do you swim?" he asks you.
You nod, "yeah. I know the basic strokes. Nothing olympic, but I can survive in the water."
"Good. If you're free tonight, I can teach you on how to do these aqua exercises," Dr. Gutierrez invites you, "We have a good sized pool up at the hospital penthouse."
You feel the blood rushing to your face. Your weird feelings overwhelm you, "oh... uh... Yeah. Sure."
You swallow as soon as you see your physician lying in one of the pool benches, wearing only black swim trunks. He looks handsome in a buttoned shirt with a stethoscope around his neck, but he looks more delectable almost naked.
He notices you, stands and walks to you, "hey sir. You're here. Let's start?"
With your heart jumping unsteadily you mutter "y-yeah..."
You start swimming with your doctor crush. He holds your back and your limbs as you enact his instructions. You feel his hard muscles against you.
You notice that Dr. Gutierrez is getting a bit more touchy with you as you perform the exercises. But you brush your malicious thoughts aside, because you know that he has a wife and two kids.
After an hour of swimming, you both decide to end the exercise. You follow the physician as he pulls himself up the water and walks into the empty washroom. You stare at the marvelous buns encased in his speedo.
Dr. Gutierrez leads you to a cubicle, "you can shower here. I'll just get my towel." Then he disappears.
You sigh, trying to contain the straining erection inside your swimsuit. You close the door of the cubicle and remove your trunks. You open the shower and shudder at the cold stream of water hitting your skin.
Your cock remains hard. You start to mindlessly stroke it.
You are startled by the opening of the door. You turn around and see Dr. Gutierrez naked, his long dick also standing. He stares at your cock and grins at you.
"Your penis seems stressed," he comments.
You do not know how to respond.
He kneels in front of you. "Stress management is a part of your therapy. Let me help you with that."
Dr. Gutierrez parted his lips and puts your manhood in his mouth.
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