Rugby players say American Football players are weak because they wear pads. When two 300+ behemoths smash into each other with all their might, something has to give. In this case, it was Jack's leg.
Standing at six foot eight and weighing in at nearly four hundred pounds with 0.05% body fat, Jack was a beast of a man. In the office season he played basketball and entered bodybuilding contests. To say he was in excellent shape was a drastic understatement.
That is, until a few months ago. It was a playoff game of Jack's rookie year, and on the final drive of the game he got tackled by the other team and it turns out he broke his leg. Simple break to the femur.
He was cooped up in his house for nearly three months, then another month of physical therapy, and he had enough. He was walking now, slowly, and Jack needed a change of pace. He found a private resort down in the Florida keys that had a physical therapist/masseur on staff. One plane ride later he was in the Caribbean with a single bag of luggage and was way to happy to be out of the house.
He checked into his room and changed into a T-shirt that was tight enough to show off every muscle he'd built in the gym, and a parlor of swim trunks that were a little smaller than he remembered. The log that swung between his legs was not going to fit too well in the normal crotch department so he slipped the beast down the leg of his trunks. The head of his cock had less than a centimeter from the bottom of the shorts. If he got aroused he would put on quite a show, but that shouldn't be a problem. It was just physical therapy after all.
He walked into the physical therapist's office fifteen minutes early.
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Standing at six foot eight and weighing in at nearly four hundred pounds with 0.05% body fat, Jack was a beast of a man. In the office season he played basketball and entered bodybuilding contests. To say he was in excellent shape was a drastic understatement.
That is, until a few months ago. It was a playoff game of Jack's rookie year, and on the final drive of the game he got tackled by the other team and it turns out he broke his leg. Simple break to the femur.
He was cooped up in his house for nearly three months, then another month of physical therapy, and he had enough. He was walking now, slowly, and Jack needed a change of pace. He found a private resort down in the Florida keys that had a physical therapist/masseur on staff. One plane ride later he was in the Caribbean with a single bag of luggage and was way to happy to be out of the house.
He checked into his room and changed into a T-shirt that was tight enough to show off every muscle he'd built in the gym, and a parlor of swim trunks that were a little smaller than he remembered. The log that swung between his legs was not going to fit too well in the normal crotch department so he slipped the beast down the leg of his trunks. The head of his cock had less than a centimeter from the bottom of the shorts. If he got aroused he would put on quite a show, but that shouldn't be a problem. It was just physical therapy after all.
He walked into the physical therapist's office fifteen minutes early.
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