[ORTHO DOC]
You go to the hospital as you have been directed by the team manager. You limp a little. Your knees are hurting from the last injury you sustained during a soccer game.
A doctor comes out of the operating room. You recognize him from the picture that was given to you. He looks even younger in person. You are disappointed that team assigned you to a newbie physician.
He approaches you, "hi. You must be Mr. Beasten. The team told me you were coming."
"Yeah. Are you sure you're a specialist? You look like an intern," you grumble.
"I have two specialties. Orthopedics and rehab. I finished early in school," he reassures, "but if you think you can handle your injury, I'll call your team manager and cancel all our consultations."
The doctor looks stern. Even with a handsome, fresh face, he possesses a commanding voice and a confident stance.
You clear your throat, "sorry Doc. It's just that you're young and I've been grumpy 'cause my knee is killing me."
He smiles, "it's okay. You're not the first one."
He brings you to his office and you have a consultation. He examines you thoroughly and gives you advice and medications. He acts very competent.
"Thanks doc. Sorry again for how I behaved earlier," you apologize.
"No worries. Just follow all my recommendations and you'll be cleared for play next month," he tells you, "I usually ask PTs to work with patients for the therapies. But if you're free tomorrow, I can free up a sched for you at the aquatherapy center. Then I'll be the one to do the therapy with you."
"Sure, that will be great!"
That night, when you arrive home, you google your doctor's name. You find a picture of him wearing soccer uniform. You realize that he was good at treating your specific condition because he was a soccer varsity during college.
You also find pictures of him doing ramp and print modelling. Some of them had shirtless images of him. Not only was he hot, but he had a good, athletic body too.
The next day, you arrive at the aquatherapy center. You find the doctor is already there.
You swallow at the sight. The doctor wears nothing but blue trunks and goggles. He looks smart and sexy too.
For some reason, his almost naked self excites you.
He gleefully leads you to the water and teaches you stretching exercise. You keep getting the techniques wrong because you are so conscious of his hot presence. You are concerned that the trunks you wear might have a lewd bulge in front and he notices it.
As he guides you from behind, you feel something hard rub against your butt.
"Okay, lean. Bend. Stick your butt out to me. We also need to take care of your hips. Yeah that's it."
His voice is starting to sound guttural.
You keep pressing your ass onto his lycra convered dick. It gets you more excited.
"Sir, you are rubbing on my dick..." he says with a serious but shaking voice.
"Yeah I am," you answer mindlessly.
"It's getting me aroused. Please stop that..." he requests. But now he is grinding harder onto you.
"No. You stop."
"Ugh. Shit. Your ass... It's ugh. It's distracting. We need to continue your therapy."
But now he is tongueing on your neck.
You moan, "all this libido is distracting. Maybe you should fuck me."
"Maybe I will."
He eases down your trunks and he also removes his.
"Shit. You're tight," he groans as he enters your hole.
You hang on the gutter, "you're big."
You start fucking. Water is splashing around the two of you.
Then he fills your hole with cum.
You moan. You also cum and the pool water dissolves your semen.
You turn to him. You kiss the irresistable man.
He smirks, "can we continue now?"
"Yeah, and then fuck me again after?" you offer.
"Haha. Sure."
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