TOUCHY CHIROPRACTICS
The pool was empty except for Aqua, dripping wet, reclining on a lounge chair in nothing but his tight turquoise swim briefs. His abs glistened in the tropical sun, his cock semi-hard and outlined clearly through the soaked fabric. He adjusted himself casually, pretending not to notice the heavy footsteps behind him.
“You’re tense again,” came that familiar low growl—Dr. Frouly.
Aqua glanced back, biting his lip. Frouly was shirtless, sweat dripping off his chest, his purple briefs riding high on thick, tan thighs. His cock was heavy and obvious, the tip of it pushing against the pouch, barely contained.
“Yeah,” Aqua murmured, sitting up slowly, his own bulge shifting with the movement. “Real tight.”
“Let me fix that.”
Before Aqua could answer, Frouly stepped behind him and wrapped those massive arms around his torso, his chest slick and hot against Aqua’s back. Aqua felt him—all of him—pressing hard into his ass.
“Deep breath,” Frouly whispered.
Aqua inhaled. Frouly yanked back sharply—crack!—a spine adjustment. But the moan Aqua let out wasn’t just from relief. He leaned into it, grinding back slightly, daring.
“Fuck… I feel that tension lower now,” Aqua muttered.
Frouly’s hands slid down his abs, then over his briefs, squeezing Aqua’s cock through the fabric. “Right here?”
“Right there,” Aqua panted, already leaking.
Without a word, Frouly dropped to his knees and yanked the briefs aside, taking Aqua’s cock straight into his mouth. Sloppy, no-frills, pure hunger. Aqua gasped and grabbed the back of Frouly’s head, hips bucking. The sounds were filthy—wet slurps, breathy moans, the slap of skin on skin as Aqua pulled down Frouly’s briefs and started stroking him.
“Fuck, Doc… you’re gonna make me—”
“Not yet,” Frouly growled, standing up and lifting Aqua effortlessly, pinning him against the hot wall by the pool. Aqua’s legs wrapped around his waist, their cocks grinding together, leaking pre-cum, smearing over abs.
Then—Frouly pushed in.
Raw. Slow. Deep.
Aqua’s head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream. “Oh fuck—yeah—yeah, just like that—”
Each thrust sent ripples through the water. Birds chirped. Somewhere, a plane flew overhead. But down here, it was just them—grunting, sweating, lost in it.
They finished against the wall, both cumming hard, Aqua’s legs trembling, Frouly’s cock pulsing inside him.
When they finally pulled apart, still panting, Aqua slid down the wall and collapsed into the water with a splash.
Frouly smirked, adjusting his briefs, still half-hard. “You’re gonna need weekly realignments.”
Aqua laughed, water streaming down his chest. “You better keep me bent.”
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