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Capt. Scott, Part 6:
He waited to walk with me out, but just before we walked out, he took hold of my hand and said, "I haven't been with another man since I got married. I like you; I like your personality and your spirit... I fuckin' like you." And he kissed me tenderly slowly feeding me his tongue that rimmed my ass. (Damn, you Capt. Scott, you did not say anything about liking my looks! LOL!)
The last session was way too hot for me. I went home that night feeling excited with anticipation. He turned me on when he took charge and I was ready to just let him take me whatever way he wanted. I like to flip-flop with a guy; I stay away from guys who only top--just my preference.
Prior to Capt. Scott's arrival I discussed with Mickle, the student, the treatment plan and what manual technique we/he was going to use on him. We went to a treatment room so Mickle could practice; one benefit with having a student is they work on you and you critic they're technique. So in essence I am getting treatment for all the hard work I do!
Anyway I have Mickle get on the treatment table and I show him the psoas release; I positioned myself differently than I would with a real patient. I moved him close to the edge of the treatment table so my pelvis is close to his body but not touching. I positioned my hands to feel the muscle and have to get pretty close to his pubic area, and his cock is just close enough to my fingers.
I talked as I demonstrated. Then I added a Lower back stretch rotating him toward me such that his crotch/cock is almost pressing against mine. Usually I would stand further up along side of the table, but not this time.
My hand is against his skin by his buttock and I do soft tissue massage of his lumbosacral region. With one hand I rotate him toward me, my other arm stabilize him at his pectoral region preventing him from rotating further. I rolled him back to neutral and noticed his bulge; I looked at him and he sees that I noticed his bulge.
I say nothing, except, "Alright, let's change places and you can demonstrate on me."
Mickle got up from the treatment table. He adjusted himself when he stood--all the time he looked me in the eyes. I get on the treatment table and wait for him to give me instructions--I am now the patient.
Mickle stood in line with my pelvis close to the edge of the treatment table, and he placed both of his hands on sides of my hips, "Now I want you to move your hips close to the edge," as he guided me close to the edge.
He started off doing the psoas release but placed his hands wrong-- so that he is off the pubis and close to my groin area and I must say quite near my cock. I allowed him to palpate to find the landmarks. My cock rested to the right, but not downward. There are several times when he lightly brushed his hand against my cock, which was already getting a bit aroused.
I finally told him, "if you are touching genitals then you might want to check your hand placement... there are times when you will have men who are 'lucky' and will have to have them move their jewels away." He made the correction.
He then rotated me toward him-- crotch to crotch-- and stabilized my upper body as he massaged my lumbosacral/buttock area; as he massaged me he also pushed my crotch against his (great technique with me, but not with patients).
"You need to be careful that while doing soft tissue work you are not pushing your patient into you because right now we are crotch to crotch," I informed Mickle.
Mickle looked at me, "Is it a bad thing?" and pulled my crotch closer to his.
I reached with my hand, squeezed his ass and pressed him closer to me, "I guess not, at least not now." Ha! cat's out of the bag!! He did the rotation component and pressed his huge hand down on my pectorals. He did mild oscillations and pressing my crotch into him and releasing. I was fully aroused.
"Okay, so show me some mobilization techniques," I further instruct.
"And I was just getting into this rotation technique," he replied as he pulled me close to him for the last time.
I rolled onto my stomach with my arms next to my sides. Once again, Mickle supported me at the hips and ordered me to scoot close to the edge. He stood close to the edge and I felt his crotch against my hand. As a physical therapist whenever I do mobilizations, I prefer to have my hands against the patients skin so that my hands will not slip. Whereas if I had my hands placed on the patient's clothing, my hands may slip against the fabric.
So Mickle instructed me to loosen my belt and pants so that he could get his hands close to my lumbosacral area, just above my buttocks. He placed his hands wrong in such a way that his fingers were along the crease of my ass. I wanted to see if he would self-correct but he did not for a while; instead, I felt his fingers creep lower along my buttocks/crease.
"So what technique are you trying to achieve?" I asked him.
"Um, I'm trying to work loosening the gluteus maximus/medius at its origin," he replied with nervousness in his voice.
"Then before you go any further, I need to you cite me each of its origin and its insertion," I challenged because he was very off in his hand placement if he indeed was trying to loosen the mentioned muscles at its origin.
After he correctly answered the muscles' origins, "Then why aren't your fingers at its origin? I should mark you down for extreme poor placement," I threatened him.
He found the proper location and proceeded to do the soft tissue mobilization. When I was satisfied (it was like getting a massage), I asked him to go low grade spinal mobilizations along my thoracic to lumbar segments. Mikle placed his hands correctly and needed only minimal verbal cues of manual pressures.
"Okay, last one. Do a piriformis STM." (Remember number 4?) Mikle positioned my left leg properly, and very cleverly supported my knee against his pelvis for leverage. He reached under my underwear, and palpated the muscle. He slowly applied acupressure and then rocking his pelvis back and forth and/or up and down to get the desired position.
Knock on the door, "Capt Scott is here!" Mary warned us.
Capt Scott arrived--he was unshaven and in his uniform; damn he looked HOT! He brought his 12yo son with him; the kid was adorable-- euroasian look; and smart as heck!! The secretary kept the kid occupied, but this kid was also very curious with the therapy his dad was receiving and every now and then came into the treatment room. (I called it separation anxiety.)
Mickle and I did the psoas release while Capt Scott was on his hotpacks; I worked on one side and Mickle on the other. Capt Scott gave good feedback to Mickle so that Mickle's pressure matched that of mine.
"What are you doing?" peeped a little voice.
"Your dad is just getting some of his muscles released," I answered.
Capt. Scott added, "and daddy has several muscles he needs released." His son sat and observed.
Mickle and I continued to work on Capt Scott; basically we did the exercises and fine tuned his movements. I observed Mickle as he stretched Capt. Scott, with the occasional verbal cues from me to correct his hand placement.
When it came to doing more manual techniques, Capt Scott took off his shorts and laid there in his underwear with a towel over him. I had Mickle work on him and I observed. His son sat there busy with his video game--all his questions answered; and he was getting a bit impatient.
I helped when Capt Scott was on his back; we did two man carnioscaral techniques-- Mickle at the feet and I at the head and upper body. At one point Capt Scott was asleep-- yes, that relaxed! I nodded to Mickle that he could release his hold, and advised him close out the medical chart. The kid wanted to see what closing the chart was all about.
So we were left alone.
I did more cranial work; and when I was done. I leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. "'Aah, that was nice!" he said, and apologized for bringing his son. He got up to dress. (This was not a very 'hot' sexy scene with Capt. Scott, but it was a beginning of my sessions with Mickle.)
Thank you for reading "Captain Scott, Part 6. I hope you enjoyed this chapter of my life's experience, and thank you to those of you who have emailed me. Please write to me with your comments and/or suggestions; I would love to hear from you and will try to respond to each one.
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