I thought it was time for another FREE chapter from my upcoming novel called "Mick's Tales"
In this episode Mick pretends to be straight, even in the narration of the story!
The new upcoming novel will be a series of stories that Mick tells about his sexual encounters with men. Are these stories true or just the product of Mick's vivid imagination?
I have already released some free episodes of "Mick's Tales" on my Blog, called "Any Man", "Servicing Larry" and "Fitness Freddie".
A couple of other projects are near completion and I'll post news of them here on my Blog as soon as possible.
His hands were all over me. Professionally, he inspected my
back, by gently stroking my flesh, as if checking off parts of my anatomy.
"Shoulders are straight and even." He said,
running his fingers and palms over my collar bone and the back of my shoulders.
I stood with my back to him, stripped down to just my canary
yellow briefs. I was glad I was wearing them, they were brief, but sufficiently
covered my buttocks with soft, slightly slack cotton. The bright yellow
contrasted well with my even, golden suntan.
I was twenty-years old and knew I looked good, with my soft
muscles and handsomely tanned smooth skin.
"Upper back is fine." Mark, the Australian
Chiropractor, said, while stroking my shoulder blades and checking off that
portion of my anatomy.
Rapidly, but sensuously his fingers and palms, stroked and
pressed gently and tested my muscles and flesh. "The back is straight and
there appears to be no problem there, mate." His fingers stoked down my
spine, checking it off as OK. His tender, delicate touch and his Aussie accent
sent surprising shivers up my back and through my mind.
"Now it was the left hip, you said?" His thumb and
forefingers of each hand hooked around my waist.
"Yes, I think I pulled a muscle." I said, enjoying
the feel of his light support around my waist.
Mark was aged probably around thirty and was good-looking in
a not too masculine way. During his written assessment I noticed the photo of a
woman and toddler on his desk. The smiling photo indicated he was happily married.
Nevertheless I unexpectedly enjoyed stripping off on his
command. Undressing was always a sensuous action for me. I suppose the truth is
that I enjoy my own body. The niggling pain in my upper left thigh had become a
nuisance and didn't seem to be clearing itself up.
Mark's fingers pressed into my upper pelvis, just on the
thin cotton waistband of my briefs. His thumbs pressed at the back of my upper
hips.
"Yeah, mate, some tension there." His fingers
softly pressed my pelvis and then he put the fingers of both hands to the rear
of my left hip. Firmly, but gently, he pressed and rubbed while his digits
explored me.
One hand went down the side of my left buttock and I winced
with a sharp pain that was almost a pleasure.
"OK, yeah, mate, we've found the problem. Just excuse
me mate, while I check it."
I almost fell over as his fingers slipped inside my yellow
briefs and pressed directly on the flesh of my left buttock. I nearly yelped
with pain or pleasure. His right hand slipped inside my briefs and compared
with my right buttock.
His hands took up any of the slack in the material, causing
my briefs to grip hard to the front of my crotch. He explained that the right
buttock was soft and pliable, but the left had some lactic acid and sciatic
inflammation. Thoroughly his fingers confirmed his diagnosis and my body was swayed
gently from side to side.
His hands withdrew from the inspection inside my briefs and
my buttocks sort of throbbed with the loss of his pressure.
"We'll work on that on the table, I'll just check
lower, first." His hands ran down the outside of my thighs and then down
the inside, carelessly moving up them and brushing my ball-sack that was cupped
in my briefs.
"That's all OK, mate." He confirmed with his light
tap from his palms on my inner thighs.
He knelt down behind me and his hands checked my calves.
"Everything else, OK, you're in good shape, mate."
Mark said. Standing up and putting a hand gently to each of my shoulders, he
encouraged me to turn to face him so he could check the front of me.
With a hand on each shoulder he visually inspected me and
looking down he saw my briefs stretched by an almost full erection across my
left hip. Eight inches or more of hard cock could not be disguised in any way
by my snug briefs.
"Sorry, mate." Mark said, keeping his fingers
gently on my shoulders. "I didn't realise you are homosexual, you seem so
straight." His eyes looked into mine.
"I am straight." I said. "I don't know what's
happened to cause this." I surprisingly felt great pride in showing my
magnificent erection through my briefs. "Maybe it's because it is some
time since I last saw any action." I gave a cheeky wink.
"Happens, sometimes, mate. No probs." He said in a
kindly Australian twang.
He resumed his physical inspection, but now his fingers
didn't linger and his hands did not gently pat with each pass grade that his
inspection of various parts of my anatomy received. Briefly he pressed his
fingertips to my pecs and ribs.
"Just that buttock and sciatic nerve." Mark
concluded his diagnosis. He sat down at his desk to make notes, while
indicating for me to lay face-down on the physio bench.
He didn't look at me as I walked, didn't show any intrusive
interest in my hard-on.
I lay down on my tummy and awaited his ministrations, with
my erection deliciously pressed to the cushioned massage table.
"Comfortable, mate?" Mark asked as he stood up
beside my prone body, clearly enquiring if my penis was not being squashed too
much.
"I'm fine" I said, swaying my buttocks from side
to side to ensure I was comfortable. "Sorry about this." I said but
not feeling sorry. An erection is always wonderful and it felt gorgeous to have
it pressed between my hip and the bench.
"No probs, mate." He said with a reassuring tone.
He felt over my left buttock, with the slack yellow cotton
material, sliding between his fingers and my flesh.
"Is it OK if I just…" and his fingers lifted the
waistband, seeking permission. "Sure you will be OK?" he asked
solicitously, obviously referring to my arousal.
"Mmm, I'm fine!" I said with barely concealed
pleasure as his fingers slipped my briefs down over my buttocks for the cotton to
tightly grip under the curves of my bum.
"Perhaps we better…" Mark softly said, offering to
slip the rucked-up threads down my thighs. "For more comfort…"
I lifted my crotch and allowed his hands to strip the briefs
off me. I settled my crotch again against the fluffy towel that covered the
bench. "That will be more comfortable for you." Mark said with a
soft, gentle tone. It felt good to be handled by such a kind, gentle man.
He set to work on the lactic acid build up in my buttock,
pressing and needing forcefully, sometimes moving, sometimes just pressing
motionless fingers hard into my flesh.
The pain was exquisite and I could not stop myself from
sighing and even gently moaning. His workout was thorough. Now his strokes were
wider going above and below the spot he had been concentrating on. Now his
other hand pressed my right buttock and he worked my bum cheeks hard but gently
with both hands.
Suddenly I felt a ping at the base of my spine and all
discomfort blew away, leaving me delightfully relaxed.
"There." Mark said with satisfaction.
"Gosh, thanks." I sighed and rolled onto my right
side to face him.
"I think I threw it out, when I fucked!" I said as
I watched his eyes stray over my torso and down to my erection which pointed
out straight at a right angle to my hip, pointing straight at him.
Mark laughed, clearly enjoying my apparently honest banter.
"I reckon a fit guy like you needs regular action. Maybe a good fuck would
have sorted out your displacement!" He laughed again.
There was a silence, an unspoken, matey connection.
"It's certainly a fine specimen, mate" he eventually said. "But
I don't advise intercourse sideways-on, like you are now." He nodded
towards my supine position, lying on my right hip with my left elbow supporting
my body. "That's probably how you put it out, mate." His honest
pleasant look was still professional, despite the strange situation of me
displaying a hard boner at him.
He paused thoughtfully and said "A fine specimen as you
have surely means you do not have to exert yourself too much to give pleasure
to a woman." He laughed ironically. "More modest men might have to
work a little harder to fulfil a woman's needs" He was clearly referring
to himself. "But a big man like you can surely successfully use his thick endowment
without threatening any spinal or sciatic damage."
"Thanks for the advice. No unusual positions,
then." I winked.
"For the time being I suggest using just the missionary
position or lying on your back while she rides your firm erection. That's my
advice, mate." He winked back and turned away towards his desk.
"Like this?" I said, rolling onto my back and
lifting my now nine inches off my belly and up into the air.
"Yeah!" Mark laughed, looking at me.
"But surely thrusting upwards could throw my back out
again?" I said pushing my buttocks against the bench and throwing my
pelvis up.
"Not so vigorous, let her do the work, mate. Until your
back has settled." We both laughed.
"Can you test I'm doing it right." I asked
naively.
I reached for his right hand and he didn't resist.
"I'll just test your spine, while you do it." He
said humouring me.
He circled his thumb and fingers and softly gripped my
erection as if his hand were a fanny. "Let her work, mate" he said,
putting his left hand under the base of my spine and running his right hand up
and down my inches as if a woman was rocking on me.
I involuntarily pushed up to get greater pleasure.
"No." he said stroking his left hand under my bum to get me to relax
on it. "With this size and thickness, she will easily be stimulated just
with her own motion." He worked his fingers up and down my length to show
me.
"There you are, mate." He said, letting my penis
go and removing his hand from underneath me.
"Could you just test I'm doing the missionary
correctly." I winked.
He laughed, clearly enjoying the intimacy and the extreme stretching
of his professional procedure into unprofessional territory. I rolled over onto
my belly and raised my upper torso with my elbows, allowing my rock-hard,
desperate cock to hang down looking for an orifice.
I flexed my buttocks and did the motions of a simulated
shag. "Could you just test I'm not going to throw my back out again?"
He laughed and shook his head condescendingly but stepped up
to the edge of the bench and with his left hand his fingers formed a fanny for
me while his right hand lay upon the base of my spine. "Just smoothly
enter, no sudden jerks, mate" He advised with a laugh.
I put the tip of my penis to the hole formed by his thumb
and forefinger and sighed as his tight circle drew back my foreskin and my
lubricated knob entered his tunnel.
"That's it, mate, just soft gentle movements, let your
hard cock do the work. His hand softly pressed my spine and my cock slid all
the way down his cupped hand. "Boy you are some stallion, mate!" He
expressed admiration for me. "Girls must just love this big cock of
yours." He sighed.
Softly I fucked his hand and his other hand gently stroked
my pulsating buttocks. "That's it! Your back is supple and your motion is
good." My instructor said. "You would just carry on like that to
completion, mate, I bet she comes before you do if you keep that gentle rhythm
going."
He let go of my cock and back, his physical examination, to
see if I was fit enough to shag, was over.
But I was beyond stopping. I slipped off the bench and
saying "Thanks, Mark!" I stepped up to him, his eyes transfixed on my
hard, bobbing nine inches of man-meat.
Without words, I put my hand to the front of his trousers
and sure enough he was hard. Before he could object I had his zip open and my
hand felt inside. His warm, hard cock was filling his underpants.
"No!" he said without meaning it. Before he could
stop me I had his cock out of his flies and we looked down at our erections. He
was a fine seven inches of circumcised cock.
"Better check you can function correctly in the bed,
too!" I laughed.
Mark snorted involuntarily as I started to wank him.
"Jesus, mate" he gasped and took my cock again.
Together we wanked each other and his free hand went to my
bare bum, as if to test my technique again.
But soon we were both lost in our excitement. He grabbed the
towel off the bench just in time, to collect our shooting spunk as we both
fired together, or knees sagging in orgasmic ecstasy.
"Jesus, mate!" Mark kept gasping as we spat and
jerked our spunk together onto the towel.
Eventually we stopped ejaculating and Mark tenderly wiped
the dibbles from us both and slid my lubricated foreskin back over my reddened
bulbous helmet.
"I reckon we are both fit to shag!" I panted.
He smiled shyly, shocked at how we had both got carried away
so uncharacteristically.
The session was over and Mark said there was no need for a
return visit appearing to be relieved that he would not see me again.
