Bi Twin Tim Is Just Lie a Whore!

I am happy to share my stories. But, French of origin, thank you for your understanding for my English which remains very imperfect! ____________________________________________________________________________________

Timothée hands me the letter of recommendation from his doctor: "Dear Ludovic, I am sending you this patient, Timothée C., that I have been following for several weeks. He is 20 years old and plays athletics at a good level, without it being competitive either. He is training for his first marathon and complains of pain in his left foot. Please see what you can do as a podiatrist and/or osteopath. Kind regards, Paul. PS: Should we also send him to Erik or do you prefer to take care of it yourself?"

"I also came with my running shoes as the doctor asked me..."

"It is very good! We're going to look at all that. Explain to me what type of pain you feel, when it happens and how long it lasts..."

While Timothée explains to me, I listen attentively and deepen my questions to better understand the cause of the problem. But, at the same time, I wonder about the meaning of Paul's Post Scriptum...

Paul is a former lover. He is a sports doctor. We met at the start of our studies, more than 25 years ago. The Erik mentioned was also a friend of ours. He became a urologist. But why does he want me to refer this kid to a urologist?!

When I think of urologist, I of course think of dicks. I do not regret having stopped my medical studies to become a podiatrist and osteopath. Well, it's certain that I see fewer cocks; but the urologist often sees those of grandpas... Whereas I am more interested in those of young guys!

According to Timothée's explanations, I think that the problem probably comes from a simple difference in length between his 2 legs...

"Okay, show me your shoes!"

He takes them out of his bag. I take them in hand and turn them over. I explain to him, "You see, the accentuated wear of your left shoe and in an almost uniform manner: we can think of a difference in the length of your legs. But we're still going to start by looking at your foot. Go barefoot and lie on your back on the examination table"

"OK!"

Timothée is a handsome guy. Barely 6'', with the handsome face of a young dude, brown with short hair, dark eyes, dark skin, he has the uniform of suburban guys: a kind of tight tracksuit which highlights his visibly toned body.

I manipulate his feet to check that there are no abnormalities, "Well, it seems that although you feel the pain in your left foot, the foot itself is indeed normal. Hey, you wear big shoes for a guy your size!"

"Yeah, I wear size 11.5... I got that from my father who wears size 12.5!"

"Not common!"

"My mother is French. But my father is Moroccan and, in his family, all the men have very big feet... It's genetic!"

"At least you don't risk falling in high winds! Now you're going to take a few steps to the back of the room and you're going to come back..."

He jumps off the table and walks smoothly. On the way out I admire his butt, on the way back the bulge on his tracksuit!

"So, what do you think?" He brings me out of my thoughts.

"We need to go further with the diagnosis... We're going to do the walking test again, but this time with just your boxers on!"

I see him turn pale. He removes his T-shirt to reveal a superb hairless torso with 2 brown nipples peeking out. His 8-pack looks very firm and a few hairs extend from his tracksuit to his belly button. And he stays like that, his arms hanging...

"You also need to take off your sweatpants so that I can see your entire legs, from your pelvis to your feet..."

"Um... That is to say... As I was coming for having my foot checked, I thought that... In fact, to save time, this morning I dressed commando..." He says to me, looking at the floor.

"It's not a big deal for me. I will have better visual access. And you must be used to finding yourself naked in the locker rooms, right?!"

"Yeah, for me it's not a problem either!" He says sliding his fingers into the sides of his pants and lowering them.

When he gets up, he shows me a very muscular ass. His pelvis is narrow. His thighs are powerful. Very strong hair at the calves, less dense on the thighs and which becomes denser at the ass, especially at the crack.

"Okay, now turn around so I can see your knees..."

He obeys and shows me this way his equipment: a very dark penis, of normal size, circumcised and which rests on 2 balls as big as eggs.

"You want me to walk again, right?"

"Yeah, exactly!"

It's really sexy to see him walking around my office naked. It's not a common thing. Plus, he really has all the attributes to excite me.

"OK, that confirms what I thought... Leg length difference problem... Turn around to show me your back and stay straight"

With my fingers, I trace the outline of his spine and notice its slight deviation. I pull his shoulders back. Then I place my hands on each side of his pelvis to make it move a little. Then I crouch down to look at the position of his femurs: it gives me a direct view of his line, which I have to refrain from caressing! I get up and trace his spine again with my fingers: it gives him goosebumps...

"Wow, that tickles me!"

"Okay, now you turn around... So, we can look at the front!"

When he turns, he keeps his left hand in front of his junks. He blushes a little, "Your tickles had an effect on me! Sorry..."

"It doesn't matter, we're just guys... You know, I've already seen many boners! You can remove your hand: keep your arms alongside your body and stand up..."

Indeed, my hands had an effect on him: his cock which seemed of normal size when at rest is now like a long cigar which must be 6 or 7'', almost horizontal, with the glans extending towards the right...

I start with the shoulders and collarbones. Then I make him move his pelvis again, which causes his cock to bounce. I continue my examination by crouching down in front of him to especially feel his knees.

"I'm so sorry...I should have worn boxers this morning..."

I look up to answer him and find myself face to face with his cock which has gained even more length (8'' now?) and also thickness. It is completely horizontal and its curvature to the right has also become more pronounced... Wow!

"You know, even boxers couldn't completely hide such a monster! I don't know how you manage this kind of situation with such a close-fitting tracksuit ..."

"Yeah, that's sometimes a problem... But that's also a way to attract girls!"

"I understand that it works with SUCH an argument! Okay, now you sit on the table with your legs dangling in the air..."

I seat myself on my stool in front of him and approach his knees: I am right face to face with his cock. He sees that my gaze is fixed on it. He seems satisfied to show me his big cock, but is also probably a little embarrassed... That's why he places it between his thighs which he tightens: no more erect cock, no more problem!

I resume manipulating his feet, ankles and knees. When I touch his thighs again, it gives him goosebumps again, "Oh, that gives me real chills!"

"OK, now you're going to spread your thighs as wide as possible and then bring them together... You do this movement 7 or 8 times..."

Of course, as soon as he spread his thighs, his ploy to hide his erection no longer works: his cock, freed from its prison, springs out like a compressed spring in a box to hit his abs with a dull thud! This time the monster seems to have reached its maximum measurements: a good 9'', very thick, with a well-cut glans which seems so heavy that its shaft leans to the right...

Watching this show, I understand Paul's enigmatic message. Did the kid play the same game on him? It's likely, otherwise he wouldn't have written something like that! In fact, this cute Timothée who plays a bit innocent is much more perverse than he seems. So, I can definitely have a little fun with him...

His face is getting redder and redder and he doesn't know what to say or do... He finally dares saying, "The only way for this thing to stop bothering us would be for me to release the pressure by... Well, you see what I want say... By... Jerking off!"

"You're lucky to be my last client today: so, we can take our time... Besides, your suggestion is not useless, because it is also possible that the curvature of your penis to the right is also part of the issue!"

"Ha, well? Is this kind of thing even possible?!"

I'm still ethically a little embarrassed to tell him such lies only to see him jerk off in front of me. But now that I've started, I have to continue, "Yeah, these are things that can happen... The curvature of your dick can accentuate the imbalance in your pelvis... Will you allow me to examine your testicles, because I wouldn't be surprised if the right was heavier than the left..."

"Um...Yeah, if it's useful, no worries! I'm not modest, as you saw... I'm completely str8, but when I go to Morocco in the summer, it's not too easy to have sex with the babes... And we have therefore to manage between guys with my cousin Aziz with whom I share his room... Plus, he's more bi than str8, if you know what I mean!"

"That way, there's no problem for anyone: I have to tell you that I have nothing against sex between guys either..." I tell him while feeling each of his balls. I roll them between my fingers, without pressing too much so as not to hurt him...

"So, is there a difference in size?"

"Not really, as a matter of fact. I feel them very hard, probably tense from the cum they contain: they look very full, Tim!"

"Probably... Hence the tension in the whole system!"

"Do you mind if I watch you jerk off?"

"No, it will remind me of my vacations in Morocco or the handjobs in the college showers!" He says to me, grabbing his cock with his left hand and letting it maintain its curvature to the right. He puts all his energy into it. He looks at me from time to time as if asking me to acquiesce...

Which I do by nodding regularly or giving a thumbs up... Then I tell him, "You have some great technique... But I think it's the way you jerk off that made your cock distort like that towards the right... You should try to put your hand straight in front!"

"Oh yeah?! But that doesn't pose any problem for me on a daily basis: no problem getting where I want to go... Besides, I don't really see what you mean..."

Emboldened by his quasi-proposal, I bring my right hand closer to his cock. He removes his, without asking any questions, and watches me jerk him off while keeping his cock oriented normally, "You see, that's how you have to do it if you want to solve this curvature problem step by step..."

"OK, I see... Plus I feel like it stimulates me even more! Do you mind finishing the work?! Besides, I feel that it won't be long before I squirt... Be careful, because, when it starts, I really get it everywhere!"

"Let me know when you're ready..."

I really enjoy jerking off this young jock. Jerk off a long thick cock is the best for me. Risking receiving big jets of cum in my face excites me to the highest degree!

Especially since he seems to appreciate what I'm doing to him, he moans louder and louder, he shakes his pelvis from back to front. I even hear him say, "Fuck, Aziz, you're going to make me cum again!"

He emits a more powerful grunt and his cock is as if twitching which are followed by rhythmic contractions which each correspond to the sending of large jets of spunk which leave at high speed...

I understand why his balls were so hard, probably filled to the brim with that creamy cum. I really don't do anything to avoid receiving them. And he really puts it everywhere: on my hair, on my face, on my blouse and the last less powerful jets on my hand.

By reflex I lick my hand and I see him laughing. So, I tell him, "Your juice is just delicious. It's so sweet it tastes like honey!"

"You're like my cousin Aziz! You're not afraid to eat man's jizz! You really should have sucked me off and swallowed it all..."

I wipe my face with a tissue and say to him, "I didn't dare offer it to you... But if I had known that you would have accepted..."

"It's not too late, man!" He says to me, looking at his cock which has not lost any rigidity...

"Yeah, looks like you recovered quickly!"

"Fuck, it's always the same problem: when I'm too excited, like now that we're talking about my cock, I really have to squirt at least twice to calm down..."

"Luckily you're my last patient and we have time to do everything right so that you leave without a mega-bulge in your tracksuit!"

"It's nice of you to think of that! But it doesn't really bother me... It's a bit like the girls who tempt us with their swollen breasts under their T-shirts, right?!"

"That's one way to look at it... So, you want me to help you by sucking you off?!"

"Yeah, have fun, man! Come and drink straight from the source: I feel like there's still a good dose left!" He says to me while feeling his big balls.

"It's cool that you're so open and cooperative!"

"It's a win-win, man! But, enough discussion, come and blow my fat cock!" He tells me in a directive tone, standing up and showing me his prick with his index finger.

"Besides, I'm thirsty... So, don't hold back, man!" I tell him as I get on my knees in front of him and direct his writhing cock towards my hungry and... thirsty mouth.

As if by reflex he begins to make long movements back and forth in my mouth, seeking with each thrust to send his glans deeper. He seems satisfied and compliments me when my nose manages to sink into his pubic forest, "Wow, man, you're a good cocksucker! Because I can tell you that no chick has ever managed to do that... Only Aziz would be able to take it all in without choking!"

At the height of excitement and to avoid squirting in my jeans, I manage to open my fly and extract my 7 Incher: "Shit, it feels good to finally jerk my cock which has been stiff since this kid took off his tracksuit! I had to put precum full on my boxers!" I say to myself, activating my hand on my own dick.

Tim resumes his dominant side, taking my head in his hands. He now goes back and forth even more violently and throws insults at me, "Do you like my Arab cock?! You'll see the ration I'm going to send you, bitch! Fuck, how do you survive with such a small cock?! I understand that you love such batons made in Morocco!"

To tell him how much I approve, since my mouth is very full, I caress his buttocks with my left hand.

He says to me, between two moans, "Go ahead, caress: it turns me on! But don't try to visit my crack... I'll cum soon! Damn, it's cuming!!!"

He sinks in to the hilt and I feel his glans squirting endlessly. There is so much of it that it manages to leak out to the sides: spunk is dripping from the corners of my lips, although I try hard to swallow it all... Also busy emptying my own balls which send out a good shot of jizz!

"You suck really well, man! I see that you love cock: you're as good as Aziz, Wow! You're even better than my Doc!"

This little bastard has then played the same game with Paul!

I get up, zip up my fly and regain my composure and... this professional side that should never have left me, "Okay, Tim, now that we have each released the tension that we felt within us, you can put your shoes & clothes back on and I'll give you a prescription..."

He is always proud of his sexual performance (it's true that he can!), "You see, it's like I told you: it takes two times to return to normal!"

"Yes, I see you know your cock well! As for your foot, which is still my main skill, I am prescribing the manufacture of an insole that you will add inside your right shoe. This will compensate for the difference in size... And you will see that your pain will quickly stop!"

"OK! Thank you for the consultation and for taking such really GOOD care of me... So, actually, if all goes well, I don't have to come back..."

"No, normally not... But you can of course always come back for a check-up... or to release the pressure in your boxers!"

It makes him laugh. Me too. I accompany him to the exit, still very satisfied with his visit.

I tidy up my cabinet and my desk and put on my jacket to leave as well.

In the elevator I meet the lawyer from the top floor. We're kind of friends. He comes closer to me as if to look at my face and says, "Ludovic, I don't know what you have on your temple... It looks like gel that you have to use to massage your clients..."

THANKS FOR READING!