I’ve been a sports physio for the last 18 years. I’ll confess; I haven’t come across a great number of promising sportsmen in these parts. That said, this kid called Cole limped into my office last week and I could immediately tell that he had plenty to offer. He had a sporty build. He was lithe and tall, with powerful legs. But he also had that steely arrogance you only find in decent young players. I guess he reminded me a little of myself.

I sat him on the massage table and immediately got to work. The pain seemed to be in his groin. It’s the sort of thing which is usually quite easy to fix, but always brings with it a fair amount of sensitivity and embarrassment.

I find it’s best not to make a big deal about it. The sooner you get your hands in there, the less time they have to think about whether their closely-guarded masculinity is being compromised or not!

So, I perched on the end of the table, pulled Cole’s leg up and started prodding about to get a sense of what was causing the problem. I instantly deduced it was nothing serious; just a touch of tightness in the muscle, no doubt caused by a failure to warm-down properly. A bit of deep tissue massage would soon have him sorted.

Normally, I don’t even think twice about doing it, but, for some ungodly reason, I found myself looking at Cole and suddenly flushing bright red.

Cole, of course, had a huge packet in his jock, which I basically couldn’t take my eyes off. I kept wondering how it might look if it got hard. Fuck, I even started to wonder how it might feel! And before I’d had a chance to activate any form of reason, I heard myself telling him I was gonna give him a general massage and that he’d need to strip naked. He didn’t need to do anything of the sort, but in the heat of the moment, it was all I could think about!

And then he dropped his underpants… And there it was. A big fat, juicy erection, dripping with pre-cum. I instantly felt the blood rushing to my face. I was embarrassed, nervous, turned on, excited… He didn’t seem at all phased by it.

I told him to lie on his front and covered his peachy little ass with a towel. Force of habit, really. I usually do it for modesty purposes but that ship had plainly already sailed!

I started to massage his back, still attempting to dismiss any impure thoughts that were bouncing through my mind, and then climbed up onto the table to work his glutes, trying at all costs to remain professional, but feeling hornier the more I ran my hands over his tight, sexy body. He groaned a fair amount as well; deep sexy groans which made it pretty clear I was hitting all the right spots.

Then he turned over, and there it was again; over 8-inches of solid meat, right in my face, glistening with precum. He had this big grin on his lips like the cat that got the cream, and the cheeky bastard even started tweaking his nipples, plainly to get some sort of a rise out of me.

My professional voice kicked in. I told him it was natural to get hard, then started to work my hands into his groin like what was happening was an everyday occurrence!

And then our eyes sort of met. It was like a bolt of electricity was passing between us. He gave me this sleazy little smile which basically made me want to cum, and I grinned back at him in a way which must have told him that I wanted him real bad, and he just mumbled “go ahead…”

So I brought my hand up to his penis and started to touch it real gently. Savoring every moment. It should have felt so weird, but it just felt quite natural. And man, was he turned on! These great strands of sticky pre-cum were gushing from the tip of his meat and I could feel it growing in my hand. It felt incredible to be pleasuring another man like that.

Then he just looked at me, real casual, and told me to suck it. I mean I wanted to. I just didn’t have a clue how it would feel or taste, and whether I’d do it right. In the end, I just sort of took a dive down there and got it in my mouth. My instinct was to get as much of it in as possible.

I was pretty surprised by how natural it felt. I thought I’d instantly gag, or vomit, or do something humiliating, but it all seemed to go rather well. And that beautiful boy was gritting his teeth, licking his lips and making the kinds of noises which suggested I was doing okay!

And then he told me he wanted to fuck me. And there was no doubt in my mind that I wanted that as well. So before I could say, “I don’t know about that, this is all new to me…” I was stripping my clothes off at top speed, unbelievably scared, but desperate to do as he’d ordered…