Leaving the hospital, I felt an immense sense of relief. I could finally resume physical activity. Of course, this came with several rehabilitation sessions. Still, at least I wouldn’t have to deal with the frustration I had endured for nearly three months.

A few days after my 19th birthday, I had a car accident. Although it hadn’t caused any irreversible damage, several of my bones had been broken. But that was finally behind me, and my doctor had given me the name of a nurse who specialized in rehabilitation.

When I got home, I dialed the nurse’s number, and she picked up quickly. Her voice was energetic, and she scheduled an appointment for the next day after my classes.

I was in my first year of university, studying in an art program, and most of my classmates were girls. When I arrived at class that morning, I was greeted by Dinah, who let out a joyful squeal when she saw me without my crutches.

“Kyle! You’re finally free from those awful crutches!”

“Yes, I can run away again when you talk too loudly,” I laughed.

“Very funny… At least I won’t have to carry your stuff anymore,” Dinah replied, laughing as well.

“That’s true. In fact, as a thank-you, I’ll carry your bag today,” I said, taking Dinah’s bag.

“No problem, come on, we’re going to be late,” she said, pulling me by the arm.

Dinah and I had met at the beginning of the year in a drawing class, and we quickly became friends.

Today’s class was a paired assignment, and our professor, Mr. Grells, had decided to pair me with Emily Sanders—probably the only student I didn’t want to be with.

Emily and I had been in the same school since elementary, and she was the stereotypical popular girl who mocked everyone. She thought she was more beautiful than anyone else and believed her looks gave her the right to be above others.

“So, you’re no longer a lame duck?” she said in her usual disdainful tone.

“Thanks for your concern, Emily…”

“Stop! Don’t talk to me, or people might think we’re friends,” she said, placing her hand in front of my mouth.

And so, we only spoke when necessary for the assignment.

Dinah walked me home.

“I hope you won’t be stuck with her again tomorrow,” she said as if I had just lived the worst day ever.

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad. At least she was quiet. I know some girls much more noisy.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said with a smile. “Well, we’re here. Good luck with your rehab. See you tomorrow!”

“See you tomorrow, Dinah!”

When I got home, I packed my things to go to the nurse. She had asked me to bring sportswear for more comfort during the exercises.

The address was a twenty-minute drive away. I arrived in front of a small suburban house, and as I knocked on the door, I noticed the small sign posted there: “Jodie Sanders, Nurse.”

I barely had time to register that the last name sounded familiar before the door opened, confirming my suspicion. Emily Sanders stood before me, wearing mini-shorts and a tank top.

She raised an eyebrow. “Sam Riley?” she asked in a perplexed voice.

“Uh, yeah… um, I have an appointment with Jodie Sanders for my rehabilitation,” I stammered.

She stared at me for a few seconds with her large hazel eyes before turning on her heels and leaving the door open. “Jodie!” she called out. “Your appointment is here!” Then, her perfectly styled long brown hair disappeared from view.

A young woman, barely thirty years old, arrived. She was the spitting image of Emily, except with darker eyes, her hair pulled into a bun, and a friendlier demeanor.

“Hello! I’m Jodie Sanders,” she said with the same energetic voice I had heard on the phone. “Excuse my sister’s manners,” she added as she let me in.

“No worries, she’s a classmate of mine.”

“Ah! She must not be easy to deal with!” she laughed.

She led me to her office, which looked like a small gym with a stationary bike in the middle.

“You can change over there,” she said, pointing to a booth. “We’ll start easy.”

And indeed, the session wasn’t too difficult. Jodie was very nice, and by the end, she had set up a program and a schedule of appointments for the month.

As I left the house, I passed Emily, who pretended not to see me.

The next day, when I arrived at university, Emily approached me.

“Hey, lame duck, don’t tell everyone you came to my house. I don’t want people getting the wrong idea.” Then, she walked away, ensuring no one had seen her talking to me.

I sighed with sympathy—it must not be easy to be that afraid of others’ opinions. I respected Emily’s wishes and didn’t even mention it to Dinah.

I returned to the Sanders’ house two days later for my second appointment.

Jodie wore leggings and a sports bra, making her look very attractive. In the changing booth, I noticed a small bulge in my bulge. As I bent down to put on my shorts, my back suddenly locked up, and a sharp pain shot through my legs. After a few minutes of struggling to straighten up without success, I heard Jodie’s voice.

“Sam, are you okay?”

“Uh… I think I threw out my back…” I admitted.

I heard quick footsteps, and then Jodie abruptly pulled back the curtain of the changing booth.

“Come here, let me help you lie down,” she said, sounding concerned.

She helped me onto the small bed in her office.

“Are you alright?” she asked, then suddenly paused as she noticed the bulge. “Well, that part seems to be doing just fine!” she smirked.

“Sorry…” I muttered, blushing.

“Oh, I’m the one who should be sorry for you. Doesn’t seem very big,” Jodie teased with a giggle.

Even though it wasn’t very nice, I somehow got even harder.

“Hmm, want me to leave you alone for a bit? I’ll put on a jacket—maybe that’ll help calm you down,” she said, playfully tapping my bulge before walking out, still laughing.

I was dying of embarrassment and desperately tried to think about something else.

Closing my eyes, I attempted to relax my back, but the memory of Jodie tapping my bulge kept haunting me, and my excitement refused to fade.

The office door suddenly opened, and to my horror, I heard Emily’s voice.

“Jodie, I’m ordering pizza. Do you want—Oh my God!” Emily exclaimed upon seeing me lying there in my underwear.

“Where are your clothes?” she asked, confused.

“In the booth. I threw my back out. Jodie went to grab a jacket,” I said in an embarrassed tone.

She stood frozen for a moment, then slowly stepped closer. Seeing this barefoot, infuriating beauty in her tank top and mini-shorts did nothing to help me calm down.

“Why are you hard? And why is it so small?” Emily asked, her signature eyebrow raised.

“It’s not small…” I protested.

“Yes, it is,” she insisted.

“Please, just go away.”

She smirked, raising her eyebrow, then suddenly yanked my trunks off. My naked dick was there, throbbing.

“It’s really tiny, barely three inches…” Emily repeated mockingly.

“Emily!” Jodie had just arrived, now wearing a jacket.

“Look, sis! Have you ever seen such a little babydick?” Emily asked Jodie.

Jodie couldn’t help but smile as she glanced at my dicklette. “Get out of there, Emily.”

“Wait, he enjoys it, see?” she said, flicking my dick with her finger.

“Don’t touch it!” I shouted in a high-pitched voice.

“You look like you need to go to the bathroom,” she said, miming a shake with her thumb and index finger, then burst into laughter as my dick trembled even more.

“Stop teasing him, Emily!” Jodie scolded. “He seems to be close to the edge right now…” trying to keep a straight face.

“Please, just leave, oh fuck…” I said, my eyes welling up with tears and my cock pulsating.

“Are you going to—Oh my God! You are gonna cum!” Emily laughed even harder.

“Get out,” I cried

“Cum now!” Emily sneered.

“Oh shit, no, Emily, you bitch! Nnnnghh…Nnnnghh…”

“Don’t insult my sister, tiny dick loser!” said Jodie offended.

“Yeah, Jodie, that’s it! Tease that little boy with me!” Emily said.

“Emily, touch it, please. I’m gonna cum!” I cried in despair.

“Not in your dreams, sissy!” Emily laughed, raising her middle finger

“Oh fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming…” I moaned.

Then, a jet of jizz shot out of my tiny dick and landed on my chest.

Emily doubled over in laughter, and Jodie finally burst out laughing, too.

And this was only my second rehabilitation session.

 

The End.

 

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