This is the sequel to the Physical Therapist I (please read it if you haven't done so). Enjoy.
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Two weeks later.
Bill couldn't stop thinking about Jake. It was his first sexual experience with a man. And he wanted more. But, he was well aware that maintaining any sexual relationship with a patient could only spell trouble.
He needed to clear his mind, so he met up with his best friend Walter. Walter was a middle aged African American man with long dreadlocks. He was clean shaved, but there were signs of stubble. His chiseled torso could be seen through the compression top he was wearing; however, his muscles were nowhere near as big as Bill's.
After a long morning jog, Bill took a seat on the park bench besides his friend. Due to conflicts in both of their schedules, it has been months since the two buddies hung out, so Bill was happy to spend time with Walter. Desperately, he wanted talk to Walter about his encounter with Jake, but he didn't know how or if he should.
"Is everything alright with you?" Walter asked, sensing that Bill was preoccupied.
"Yeah, everything is good with me." Bill replied, trying to brush his friend off.
"Why don't I believe you?" Walter folded his arms. "You just seem a little off. While we were jogging you didn't say a word."
"Seriously, I'm good." Bill responded. He didn't like the idea of lying to Walter, but he believed the situation too complicated to talk about. "I think I've been too busy at work."
"I keep telling you that you're wasting your time at that practice."
"I like my job."
"With your credentials, you can work anywhere. If you just let me help you, I can get you a job where you make three times what you're making now with less hours."
"Not interested."
"Alright." Walter said, lifting his hands up. "You know what I think you need?"
"What is that?" Bill asked, with suspicion in his voice.
"When was the last time you had some pussy?"
"I don't feel comfortable answering that." Bill snapped. He never liked discussing his sex life with anyone ¬not even Walter. He lived by the mantra, "whatever goes on in your bed is your business."
"Really? Am I a stranger?" Walter was offended by his friend's answer. "It's not like I'm going to judge you."
"Listen, you know I don't like to discuss my sex life."
"Don't worry about it. I'm sorry for asking."
Bill stood up. "Things just been hectic for me. I'll call you tomorrow. Okay?"
"That's fine. Just take it easy bro."
"I will. I have to get to work anyway."
The two friends bro hugged and went their separate ways.
***
The workday was uneventful for Bill. Most of his patients were elderly women with arthritis. And he didn't have any new patients. Jake had a scheduled appointment that day, but he was a no show. Bill was somewhat relieved, yet he was a bit disappointed.
Later that night, around 11 PM, he hit the gym in order to maintain his physique and get his mind off of work. While many people may dread exercise, Bill loved working out. The main reason Bill became a physical therapist, was to help people improve their overall health through physical movement.
The long jog with Walter earlier in the day, gave Bill plenty of cardio, so he headed for the weight room.
The weight room was located in the basement of the gym. As Bill, climbed down the stairs he heard a man grunting. Being a bodybuilder for many years, he was used to hearing men grunt while lifting weights. But, he found it annoying when guys went overboard with the grunting.
Once, he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw that the mystery man was actually his colleague Dr. Raj.
Dr. Raj was the orthopedic surgeon at the practice. He joined the practice two years ago after completing his medical training in the United Kingdom. His name wasn't actually 'Dr. Raj,' but everyone at the practice found the guy's last name too long and hard to pronounce, so patients and staff called him 'Dr. Raj' for short.
For a minute, Bill considered turning and walking away; after all, he went to the gym to escape from work. And he didn't plan on spending his night with Dr. Raj. Unlike the rest of the staff members at the practice, Bill didn't like Dr. Raj; he found the guy to be arrogant, condescending, and ultimately having poor bedside manners. However, he believed Dr. Raj was a skilled physician.
Bill made the decision to just leave, but he was stopped by the sound of Dr. Raj's voice.
"Hey, Bill," he called out in his deep British accent. "How are you doing man?"
Shit he spotted me, Bill thought. He spun around to face his colleague "I am fine Dr. Raj."
"Please call me Frank," returned Dr. Raj. He winked at Bill. "Of course, at work you call me Dr. Raj."
What an asshole? Bill thought, Doesn't he know that I am a Doctor of Physical Therapy? I had to get my doctorate in order to get my license in the first place.
"Sorry I keep forgetting, Dr. Ra...I mean Frank," he replied, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I'm going to get going now."
As Bill proceeded back up the stairs, Frank caught up with Bill and rested his hand on Bill's shoulder. "Why don't we go out for drinks?" Frank insisted.
"I am sorry, but I don't drink."
"Why?"
"I'm just not into alcohol."
"Well, that sucks."
"Dr. ...I mean Frank...I really have to get going."
Before Frank could say another word, Bill dashed up the stairs.
***
The next evening, Dr. Raj met with Dr. Thomas at the sports bar. Since, Frank joined the practice, he formed an almost instant bromance with Dr. Thomas. Hanging out at the bar and talking shit over beer and hot wings was a weekly ritual for them.
Frank took a swig of beer and asked, "Who do you want to bang at the practice? Don't be shy."
"Oh c'mon not that game again," replied Dr. Thomas.
"Lieb, I see the way you look at Sheryl. I know you want to fuck her. You've been divorced for three years. It's time buddy."
"You don't understand." Lieb said.
"What's to understand? Your wife left you. You're single¬"
"Let's change the subject" Lieb interrupted, seeming quite annoyed at this point.
"I am sorry buddy." Frank said, then after a pause he continued. "Sooo...How is Jake doing? I know he had a hamstring pull during a wrestling match. He should be fine now, right?
"My son is doing well. He actually had an appointment with Bill yesterday, but Jake skipped the session. He told me that he was feeling a lot better and didn't need to see Bill."
"Hmmm...I'm shocked Bill gave Jake more sessions. Who knows...Maybe he was being extra careful 'cause Jake's your son and all."
"Bill doesn't know Jake is my son," replied Lieb, "I always liked Bill. He's a hard worker and he goes above and beyond for his patients. That's why I had my son evaluated by him."
"Yeah, Bill's a good guy." Frank said. He took another sip of beer, then ate a hot wing.
"I ran into Bill at the gym last night." Frank continued, "If there's anyone at the practice I'd like to fuck¬ it's Bill. The guy is hot. And he's got an ass on him. I just want to spread those cheeks apart and¬"
"I get it." Lieb interrupted. Many straight men don't like to hear about their gay friend's sex life, but Lieb didn't mind. To date, he probably heard thousands of stories of Frank's conquests. "I don't mean any harm, Frank. But, Bill is a co-worker. We may be friends and all, but I'm still the medical director. I can't have you talk about the other workers that way."
"I'm sorry." Frank said.
Lieb chuckled.
"I'm just fucking around with." Lieb replied, "Anyway, I doubt Bill is gay."
"I know a gay man when I see one. Trust me, Bill is gay."
Lieb, rolled his eyes. "Even if Bill were gay...Why would he sleep with you? Bill is a professional. He wouldn't get involved with you. He does his job and goes home."
"I bet you $3K, that I will fuck Bill."
"Seriously, dude," returned Lieb. "We are not going to bet on this."
"C'mon, what's the harm? You're wearing $3K on your wrist."
Lieb shot Frank a look. "It's not about the money. Bill is a good guy. I don't want you to hurt him."
"Woa," Frank responded, "It seems like you want Bill for yourself."
"You know exactly what I mean. You do this all the time. You woo a guy. Fuck him. Then move on."
"Sheesh you make me look like a sociopath. I'm only trying to have some fun. Bill is a big guy. He'll be fine."
After some reflection, Lieb decided to accept the bet. He didn't have any faith, Frank would succeed. A lot of Frank's qualities¬ egotistical and arrogant¬ were quite similar to Lieb's ex wife. Don't get him wrong: Lieb liked being around Frank. However, he believed that Frank needed to learn a lesson.
"Game on!" said Frank.
For the rest of the evening, the two men got drunk, consumed a ridiculous amount of hot wings, and enjoyed each other's company.
***
Bill didn't get much sleep. The thirty-four year old was never an insomniac, but he just didn't feel like sleeping. He stayed up all night cleaning his apartment and watching movies on Netflix.
It was Monday again. The only reason Bill was spared the Monday blues, was that he had a boring weekend. On Sunday, he was supposed to meet up with Walter, but Walter had to cancel on short notice due to a business engagement. Bill wasn't an idiot; he knew Walter blew him off for pussy. However, he wasn't upset with Walter. In fact, he didn't care about seeing Walter at all. There was really only one person he wanted to see.
There was a loud knock at the door. Who could possibly be at Bill's door at 3AM?
"Who is it?" Bill asked.
There was no reply. The person knocked the door even more. Knocking someone's door and not identifying yourself was Bill's biggest pet peeve. It was as if the individual expected the resident to know who he or she was. Three more times, Bill asked who was at the door, but the person continued knocking.
Realizing that he was not going to get an answer, he looked through the key hole. It was Jake! Bill couldn't be any happier. But, his feelings of felicity converted into concern. How did Jake get Bill's address?
Bill slowly opened his apartment door.
"Hey. What's up?" said Jake.
"What are you doing here?" requested Bill. "How did you get my address?"
"I was waiting for you to contact me. I didn't hear a peep from you. So, I came here. Are you gonna let me in or give me the 3rd degree?"
Without waiting for a response, Jake pushed past Bill and entered the apartment.
"I didn't invite you in." said Bill.
