The Jock and the Therapist

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Angelo asked me about all of my surgeries. He was really curious, so I told him all of the gory details. Maria and Bobby were both a little squeamish at some of the description, but they were all more interested than I thought they'd be.

We talked for a while longer, and then I started to feel a bit tired. I stifled a yawn.

"Why don't you go take a nap before dinner, Bo?" Maria offered.

"I hate to be a spoil sport, but that sounds really nice," I said.

"Come on, buddy," Tony said. "I'll show you to your room."

I pushed myself up from the couch and left the crutches. I gimpily followed Tony up the stairs to his bedroom, trying not to put any weight on my right leg. When I got to the top of the stairs, I wiped the sweat away from my forehead. I cursed that I left the crutches downstairs.

Tony opened the door. The small bedroom had two beds and was still decorated as if Tony was still in high school. The shelves above the desk had football trophies. There was a picture of Tony in his football uniform. Next to that was a picture of Tony in a Marine dress uniform. A picture on the other side of the shelf showed one of his brothers in a baseball uniform, posing with a bat, ready to swing.

"Here ya go, bud," Tony said, motioning to one of the beds. "Make yourself at home. I'm gonna make sure the bathroom has towels and stuff."

Bobby walked in with the crutches as Tony left. Tony leaned down and kissed him on the head as he passed.

Bobby leaned the crutches against the wall next to the door. "Just in case you need them," he said. He looked around nervously, his eyes settling on Tony's bed. "We got here just before you, so we didn't, you know, sleep in the bed or... anything yet," he said nervously.

I chuckled. "Good. Then I won't have to burn the sheets. You and Tony really sleep on this little bed when you stay here?"

"Yeah," he shrugged. "Usually Tony's older brother Bobby is here with his wife too."

"Ah. So that's why you're 'Little Bobby' then."

"Yeah. It cuts down on the confusion. All of Tony's brothers are big like him. Except Dominic. You'll meet Dom, A.J. and Bobby. Christina is out of town with her college roommate. And Angie lives in Michigan, so she won't be coming."

"Christ. How many of them are there?"

Bobby chuckled. "I know. But it's just the five. Well, there's also the spouses and kids, too."

"Great," I grumbled.

"Well, I'll let you take a nap. The bathroom is across the hall, and if you need anything, just yell."

"Thanks, Bobby."

"You're welcome, Bo. I'm really glad you're here."

"C'mere, little buddy."

I pulled Bobby to me and gave him a hug and kiss on the top of his head. I ruffled his hair and he smacked my hand away and laughed. He pulled the door closed as he left. I pulled the blankets back and I flopped onto the bed.

I tried to push aside the fact that Bobby and Tony had probably fucked in this same bed and closed my eyes. I was asleep in an instant.

***

I woke with a snort when the bedroom door opened.

"Sorry, man," the man said. "Didn't mean to wake you."

I sat up on my elbows. "No problem."

I took a look at the guy. He was damn good looking with dark hair and blue eyes. He was obviously one of Tony's brothers. He wasn't as tall as Tony and his dad. He was built smaller, but he looked very fit. He definitely worked out. I figured he maybe took after his mother instead of his father size-wise.

He tossed his suitcase on the other bed.

"You must be the famous Bo Matthews," he said. "I'm Dominic Paolucci. Call me Dom."

"Good to meet you, Dom."

He walked over to the bed and we shook hands. His hand was warm and his face was friendly. I felt a current run between our hands as I stared into his eyes. He quickly pulled his hand away, then moved over to his bed and sat down. I sat up and leaned back against the headboard.

"Are Tony and Bobby staying in the girls' room or Bobby's room?" he asked, diverting his eyes away from mine.

"They're in the other Bobby's room. So you're stuck with me. I'll try not to snore too loud," I said trying to make a lame joke.

"Eh. I can sleep through anything. So, how's your leg?" I shrugged. His eyes moved down to my leg, seeking out the scar. "Tony says you're still using crutches."

"I'm working on it," I grumbled, not wanting to talk about it and hoping that he'd get the hint.

"Yeah? You've gone through a couple of different physical therapists, I hear. I know some people in Atlanta. I can hook you up with a good P.T. if you want."

I narrowed my eyes at Dom, and regarded him suspiciously. "Why?"

Dom shrugged. "I know some people. I'm a physical therapist myself. In Dallas. I work primarily with sports injuries and I know some people that can help you."

I sighed. "Why do I feel like I've been set up?"

"I don't know anything about a set up. Tony just mentioned you've had a hard time finding a good therapist that you get along with."

"I gotta piss," I muttered.

I pushed myself out of bed and went across the hall and took a leak. After I washed my hands, I hobbled back to Tony's room. Dom was still sitting on his bed. I had hoped that he would have left.

I shut the door behind me and sat on my bed.

"When did you have your last surgery?" Dom asked.

Jesus. We're still on this? "About six months ago," I said grumpily.

He looked at my leg and frowned. "Listen, Bo. Let me give you a couple of names. You shouldn't be limping like you are. You're not even putting weight on your leg yet. Whoever you got working for you might not be familiar with your type of injury."

Dom pulled out his phone and flipped through his contacts. He grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down a couple of names and numbers.

"Drew is the best in the Southeast," he said as he handed me the paper.

I cringed as I read the name. "Oh.... Yeah.... He was my first therapist. I kinda threw my crutch at his head. And he kinda didn't like that."

Dom covered his mouth and tried not to laugh.

I looked at the second name and let out a groan. "And I kinda burned my bridges with Mindy, too..."

He let himself laugh this time. "I hope you didn't throw a crutch at her, too."

"No. I called her... something not very nice."

"Oookay. How many therapists have you had?"

"Uh... Five."

"Wow," he said with a head shake. "Lemme take a look at your leg."

"You don't have to do that," I said.

My body tensed up as Dom walked over to my bed and knelt down in front of me. He looked over the scar on my leg. He put his hands on my legs. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my leg straight to my balls. My very blue balls. Dom jerked his hands away.

He felt it too.

He returned his hands, strong and self-assured as he traced with his thumbs along the scars through the hair on my shin. All I could think about were those hands going higher, flipping that switch, making my dick stand up and take notice. Down boy. This is Tony's little brother, not some random trick we can run through and kick to the side.

"They did nice work here," Dom said quietly.

He lifted my leg up to straighten it until I winced from the pain. He repeated it a couple of times, then sat down on the bed next to me. He didn't say anything and we sat in silence for a few moments.

"I'm not exactly easy to get along with these days," I confessed quietly.

"It's understandable," he replied. "You've been through a lot."

I scoffed, the anger rising. "What do you know about it? You have no idea."

"You're right. I don't know. But I've worked with a lot of athletes like you, and I could see how they've felt at the time. But I have to say that I feel like I know you already from Bobby and Tony. And feeling sorry for yourself, or taking your anger out on someone trying to help you... The Bo Matthews that Bobby talks about? That's not something that he would do. In fact, I've become a big fan of yours. Don't tell any of my other clients."

Dom gave me a wink and a smile. I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath and counted to ten as I tried to keep from becoming emotional. Dom was right. He didn't deserve for me to lash out at him.

Dom patted my leg. "I'll let you get some rest."

He got up and left and shut the door behind him. I laid back down, but wasn't able to fall back asleep. My leg was throbbing a bit. I didn't want to take another pain pill because I was trying to become less dependent on them.

I laid there for about an hour when there was a knock on the door. I sat up on my elbows. "Come in."

Bobby peeped in and looked at me. "Dinner's almost ready."

"Thanks, Bobby."

I pushed up out of bed and followed Bobby down the stairs. I limped along to the dining room and sat down at the empty seat next to Dom. I avoided looking at Dom and instead focused on the food that Maria was piling onto the table. Damn, but it smelled good.

Before we ate, Angelo said grace and I couldn't help but be touched when he mentioned me in his prayer.

Dinner was fantastic. It was the best home cooked meal I had eaten in years, and I made sure that Maria knew it.

"Ma's the best cook there is," Dom said. "And wait until dessert."

"Crostata, like an Italian apple pie," Maria said.

"I can't wait," I said with a smile.

"It's so good," Dom said with a grin. Tony and Bobby nodded in agreement.

Not only was the food good, but everything about the meal was great. Everyone was just talking and laughing and having a good time. I was used to quiet meals by myself. I realized it had been a really long time since I smiled and laughed as much as I did. At one point, I looked over at Bobby and he was grinning at me, clearly pleased that I was having a good time.

After I stuffed myself with dinner and dessert, I hobbled into the living room, following everyone else, and plopped onto the couch. Dom sat down next to me. "Hey. We can do some stretches if you want," he offered.

"Nah. You're on vacation. You're not here to work."

"I don't mind. And you need it."

I could tell everyone was looking at me and I felt like I was on the spot.

"All right, all right," I agreed reluctantly. "I guess that'd be okay."

Dom stood up and held out his hand and braced his foot against mine. I grabbed his hand and pulled myself up. I was impressed. He was stronger than he looked if he could pull my big ass up without much effort. I followed him to what looked like his dad's office or study.

He spread out a blanket on the floor and I laid down on my back. He bent my leg at the knee and pushed it back towards my chest.

"Relax your leg. Breathe."

Dom held the leg in position for a bit, then let me relax. He repeated this several times. I was well aware of his hands on my bare leg. He slipped one of them up the leg of my cargo shorts onto my thigh.

"Keep your back flat," he said as he pressed a hand on my belly, while pushing and turning my thigh towards my other leg with his other hand.

He was just doing his job and there wasn't anything sexual about it at all. But his touch was so warm. He was gentle, yet firm. And he was cute as fuck. His black hair hung over his forehead and he looked up at me through his lashes and smiled. My dick started to get hard. I tried to think of anything I could to make it go down. I hoped that he wouldn't notice it, but there was no way he could miss it. The outline of my cock in my shorts was very obvious. Not that I'm bragging. (Okay, maybe a little.)

Dom nervously cleared his throat and jerked his hands away. "I guess that's enough for now," he said quietly.

He then got up and quickly left the room.

Shit. I laid back and let out a sigh. I waited a few minutes for my problem to die down, then I pushed myself up to my feet. I put the blanket back on the small sofa, and then limped back to the living room. Everyone looked up at me and Bobby smiled and asked, "How were your stretches?"

"Fine," I muttered and sat down on the couch next to Tony.

Later, I was starting to doze off on the couch, so I wished everyone a goodnight and hobbled up the stairs. I got ready for bed, popped a pain pill to get through the night, and then stripped down to my boxers and crawled into bed, covering myself with the sheet.

Dom entered the room a bit later, trying to be quiet. I watched him undress in the moonlight, stripping down to his boxer briefs. I could see the silhouette of his body, with muscular curves in all the right places. He crawled into bed and turned over with his back to me.

"Good night, Dom," I said quietly.

A few seconds passed and then he replied quietly, "Night, Bo."

***

I woke sometime in the middle of the night. It was quiet. Too quiet. I heard a sharp breath and a pant. I looked over to the other bed. Dom was on his back. I could barely see him in the light from the street, but I could see what he was doing. His right hand was underneath the sheet. The rising and falling of the tent told me that he was jerking off. His left hand appeared to be touching his nipple. My own cock throbbed and ached as I listened to the quiet slicking sounds and the soft pants that fell from his parted lips.

I reached into my boxers and squeezed the base of my shaft. I wondered if Dom was fantasizing about me. Did seeing my hard-on get him excited?

I wanted to stroke so fucking bad, but I didn't want to move. I didn't want him to know that I was awake.

Dom's breathing hitched and his body shuddered and I watched him come down from his orgasm. He looked over my way and I shut my eyes. I heard his sheets shuffling and his bed creaking. I opened my eyes to see him quietly sneaking out of the bedroom.

As soon as he shut the door, I threw the sheet back and pushed my boxers down. I grabbed my cock and stroked it fast and hard. After watching Dom, there was no way this wouldn't take but a few strokes. With a grunt, I shot a huge load all over my chest and stomach. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. That was fucking intense.

I grabbed a t-shirt and wiped my chest and hand. I wadded the shirt up and dropped it onto the floor. I had the sheet pulled up before Dom snuck back into the room.

***

I woke the next morning when Dom entered the room and shut the door behind him. He was wearing a tank top and running shorts, both soaked with sweat. He rubbed a towel around his head, drying off his damp hair. The fine dark hairs on his chest were matted down with sweat.

"Hey," I groaned hoarsely.

"Good morning," he said. "I just got back from a run. It's gonna be a hot one today."

I tossed the sheet off me and stood up and stretched. I saw Dom's eyes looking at my body; my hairy chest and belly, then down lower. He quickly turned away and began fumbling in his suitcase. I looked down and saw that my morning wood was tenting out my boxers in a completely obscene way. I let out a quiet chuckle and grabbed a pair of shorts and tugged them on. I pulled on a wife beater and grabbed my toilet bag. I went across the hall to the bathroom and did my business and brushed my teeth.

When I exited the bathroom, Dom was waiting in the hallway with a change of clothes. He wouldn't look me in the eye. He was more than a little uptight, but I knew without a doubt that he was attracted to me. I smiled to myself and returned to our room. I got dressed and then headed downstairs and found Bobby and Tony in the kitchen.

"Hey, y'all," I said.

"Good morning," Bobby said with a happy smile.

"Mornin'," Tony offered as he sipped a mug of coffee. "Want some coffee?"

"Yeah. I'd love a cup."

Tony poured me a mug of coffee and I took a sip and leaned back against the counter. When Tony excused himself to use the bathroom, I motioned Bobby to come closer.

"What's the deal with Dom?" I asked quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean is he single?" I whispered.

"No, he's not dating anyone that I know. Why? Do you like him?" Bobby asked with a little grin.

"I'm not sure. I don't know if I want to kick his ass or fuck it."

Bobby blushed and stammered. "Oh... Uh... Okay..."

I smiled. Bobby was always so embarrassed to talk about sex, even though I knew from first-hand experience that he loved it. "I assume he's gay?"

"I guess," Bobby said quietly with a shrug. "Tony says he's bi. He lived with his college roommate for a long time. Dom didn't talk about it, but Tony said everyone knew. You know, that they were... Then he dated a girl and it seemed serious, but they broke up. That was a few years ago, I guess. I don't know. That was all before I met him. Dom and I never talk about relationships or anything. He seems private about that kind of thing."

Dom and Tony stepped into the kitchen. I watched Dom grab a big glass and fill it with water. He drank it down quickly, filled it again and slowly sipped on it. His eyes moved up and down my body. "Go upstairs and change into your gym clothes."

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"We're going to the gym."

"Cool," Tony said. "We'll come with."

Bobby let out a groan and pouted. "Do we have to?"

"I thought you liked to watch me work out."

Bobby's cheeks turned bright red as he whispered, "When we're at home." He turned so that I couldn't see his face and whispered, "In private."

"Oh, so I have to wear more than just a jockstrap?" Tony asked with a mischievous grin.

"You better," Bobby muttered as he went upstairs to get changed.

***

"Are you kidding me?" I asked with my arms folded across my chest, trying to look as menacing as I could.

"No," Dom said, matching my pose. "I'm not."

"I ain't doing no fucking leg presses," I growled.

"We're not leaving until you at least try. So, stop being a bitch and get on the damned machine."

I looked up and saw that Bobby and Tony were watching while trying not to look like they were watching. I turned back to Dom and glared right back. Well, well. It seems maybe Dom is a little more dom and a little less sub than I thought. I'm not going to lie, I liked the fact the Dom wasn’t easily intimidated by me. He pushed back. I wanted to explore pushing him to his limits, swinging from my dick or maybe him taking what he wanted from me. I wanted to claim that cute, compact Italian package and put my stamp on it.

Still standing there with his arms folded across his chest, he raised an eyebrow.

"Fine," I muttered, being the one to back down first. This time.

Dom helped me onto the sled and set the weights. "Use both legs, not just your left," he said. "You can do this. I won't let you get hurt."

By the time I finished the reps, my legs felt like they were on fire. I pushed myself hard. And maybe I was trying to show off a little bit for Dom.

"Don't you feel better?" Dom asked. "Like you accomplished something?"

"No," I mumbled. "I can't even fucking walk now."

I swiped at my sweat-soaked forehead with my arm and glanced at Dom. He was watching me with an unreadable expression on his face. I didn't want to admit it, but I did feel a little better. Sure I hurt like hell, but I really did accomplish something. Something that no one had been able to get me to do.

"You need help?" he asked as he held out his hand.

"No, I can do it myself," I said as I pushed the hand away.

A smug grin appeared on his face. "Good."

I pushed up with a huff and followed Dom to the next exercise in our circuit.

After we finished working out, I limped along to the shower. I was in pain, but I felt surprisingly good. In the locker room, I couldn't help but sneak a peek at Dom. He kept his back to me, so I got a nice view of his tight little ass. He had a little patch of dark hair above his ass crack. His ass and his legs had a light dusting of the same hair. He was in excellent shape. He wasn't built like a big tank like his brother, but he was defined and perfectly proportional. Luckily, I was too tired to pop a boner, but I stored away the visual for later recall.

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