My own physiotherapist

My parents had invited my best friend along for a boating weekend. This all happened in the summer of last year during the hot weeks of July and August. I’m Dave and was 21 last year and my friend, Ross, the same age. He is an absolute stunner with fair hair a toned body and over 6ft tall. I’ve known him for 4 years now since we first me at university.
Ross studied physiotherapy at uni, which seems to suit his physique, and he now works at a hospital.

Although I’ve known I’m gay for a few years, and although there has been nothing about Ross to say he was anything other than heterosexual, I have always had my suspicions.
We’ve been away on holiday together, I’ve stayed at his flat and he at my home for weekends and in all that time the closest I have seen him to being nude is in swimming shorts or boxers. Although a couple of times I saw him sneeking a quick look at me when I’ve been changing.

The boating weekend went well until on the last day I did one of my stupid stunts and jumped off the boat just as it got close to the concrete mooring site. I misjudged the jump, my foot slipped off the edge of the concrete and in I went, but not before trying to save myself with both hands. The end result of all this was two fractured wrists.
Having both hands and wrists in plaster is not easy.

My parents were both booked to go away on holiday for 7 days the following week and this was becoming a real headache until Ross stepped in and suggested he take a week off work and come and look after me.

My parents flew off safe in the knowledge that their son was being looked after by his best mate who was also a physiotherapist and who was used to dealing with people in my predicament.
After breakfast on the first morning Ross asked if it would be OK if he went out for a ride on my racing bike. “Sure”, I said “There’s a pair of cycling shorts in my bedroom and t-shirt if you want them.”
I was hoping he would agree to using my cycling shorts which were tight lycra and very revealing. I often got a boner just putting them on.

When we had been away on holiday before I had caught sight of his bulge through his wet swimming shorts and I realised he wasn’t small in the cock department.
He reappeared wearing the shorts which he looked absolutely stunning in. He filled them to perfection with his tight butt cheeks and muscled legs shown off in all their glory.
My eyes dropped down to the large bulge between his legs and it looked huge. A large curved cock was outlined down towards his left leg. I looked up at his blue eyes and he said: “Do these look OK, maybe they’re a bit tight?”
“No, they’re fine and the padded seat will stop you getting a sore arse as well!” I’ve seen a lot of cyclists’ lycra bulges before but his was almost indecent.

He returned in about an hour and slumped down in the seat opposite me. “I’m absolutely fucked after that, I’m going for a shower.”
I could hear him in the shower and imagined him soaping that long cock of his.

What happened next really shocked me, as he walked back in with just a small towel wrapped round his waist which was only just low enough to cover his balls and cock.
This guy was a god with his tanned body, great pecs and six-pack. His long muscled legs had a light covering of fine hair.
He sat back down on the sofa directly opposite me and my eyes instantly stared down between his legs. I could see his balls and the head of his cock which was resting to one side underneath the towel.

“That was a great shower, I was really sweaty,” he said.
My cock began to grow uncontrolably in my jogging shorts and soon I was sporting one of the hardest erections I had ever known. The site of him sitting there in just a small white towel with his legs open was just too much. My cock is not small at 8.5in and is not easy to hide in a pair of thin jogging shorts with no underpants.
I caught his eyes staring at my boner and the wet patch that was now beginning to show.

“Hey, er, I don’t suppose you’ve been able to jerk off with those plaster casts on your wrists?” he suddenly blurted out. He looked embarrassed as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just said.
“Well, no, it’s been over a week now and I’m fucking bursting. I could really do with a wank right now.”
There was a long pause. We both looked at each other until he finally said, “I could help you out if you wanted me to.”
I couldn’t believe my luck but I tried not to sound too eager.
“Er, yeah, sure, if you don’t mind, whatever.”

He got up off the sofa, the towel fell to the floor and he was naked. His cock had got longer now and was hanging about 6 inches down, although it was still a way off being full size.
“Fuck sake Ross, where did you get that thing from? It’s fucking huge.”

My cock jumped. He said nothing, walked over and slowly pulled my shorts down revealing my large thick curved cock and heavy balls.
His cock twitched and began to grow to full size. He was enormous, his cock curving out from his balls in a beautiful upward arc with a very large engorged head at the end.
I thought what damage he could do to a guy with it, but little did I know I was soon to find out.

Without any warning his head went down into my lap taking my cock into his mouth and with a few up and down movements of his head he had the whole of my cock pushed down his throat in seconds.
And I was expecting a hand job!
“I want to fuck you so bad Dave” he blurted out when he came up for air, “and I’ve wanted your cock for so long”. 

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and by this time I didn’t really care.
“Yes, fuck me, suck me, anything.”
Within seconds I was on my back with my legs in the air and a huge cock being eased into me.
He gobbed down onto my hole and then pushed his meat against my tight hole. It hurt like hell but soon he was pumping and sliding that huge pole into me. He ploughed ever deeper until the whole length was eventually in.

“I need to cum” I shouted. He grabbed my aching dick and jacked me as he shot his load deep inside. My cum spurted in great gushes hitting my chest and chin.

The sight of his huge tool eventually sliding out of me and hanging there covered in spunk was a sight I’ll never forget. How had all that been inside me, I wandered.
The rest of the week he looked after me on a more intimate basis, washing me in the shower and sliding his fingers up my arse as he went. We fucked every day in every possible position.
A very memorable week!