Recently, this has been happening during my twice-weekly appointments with my physiotherapist, but I'll admit, only semi-hard ones.
Like foolish gay men everywhere, I think I'm in
- Bear-ish and very muscular with lovely broad shoulders
- Furry, but not overly so
- Has beautiful, soft brown eyes
- Has a nicely trimmed beard sprinkled with grey
- Is French-Canadian ... French-Canadian men are the most sensual of all, isn't that correct, Jon?
- Has a French accent which makes my man-panties moist
- Beautiful smile and laugh
- Has massive, muscular, very warm hands which he runs over my body throughout our session
- He's very intelligent, sensitive and experienced in his profession and offers me much hope for improvement
At our first session, he asked me to strip down to my undies. I wasn't expecting this for a neck problem. I thought, "Thank God I'm wearing underwear!!!" (I often freeball.) I was wearing my skimpiest white bikini briefs, pictured in the banner.
As he ran his muscular hands over me , twisting me this way and that, I immediately felt a tingling in my balls. He then parked his hot, beefy hand. fingers splayed, on my hip bone only an inch away from my ever-stiffening cock. This went on for a long time ... about a minute.
OMFG! I thought, "What is he doing that for? Is he teasing me? (He had previously asked about the stress triggers in my life and I told him about my gay journey and divorce.) I was spared the embarrassment of a full tent-pitch by the fact that I am middle-aged, was wearing very tight undies and sheer mental concentration. Oh, the discipline!
I see him again later today. Gosh, I'm looking forward to it! I think I'll need to wear a double layer of underwear ....
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* I have been cancer- free for 29 years this week. At 19, I had a nine-month battle with a malignant, metastatic melanoma which had "massively spread" beyond the original site. I'd had several recurrences, numerous surgeries and nearly four months of radiation treatments.
At the time, the survival rate was 0%. Even today, only about 20% of patients with this specific diagnosis will survive. As I go through my little divorce dramas, I think about my cancer episode constantly. It helps keep me grounded and optimistic.