I was hurting badly. I had gotten the leg muscle pain side effect from my cholesterol medicine. There were days during which walking more than ten steps was out of the question and days in which my limit was closer to a thousand steps. Those days allowed me to go shopping, if I could park close by.
However there were times I had to ask a store employee to get me a wheelchair.
I was forty-two and newly divorced. I was eager to go chase women in bars and fuck but my body would not allow it. I was more than a bit frustrated.
My doctor told me I had been approved for massage therapy and as I was driving to the clinic for the first time I hoped it would be a good-looking woman that enjoyed providing happy endings but found that my masseuse was a somewhat younger guy, perhaps in his early thirties He was slim with long blonde hair but he was pleasant enough and his massage was competent so we made appointments for every Tuesday and Friday at four in the afternoon. I would be his last appointment each of those days.
We found that some days the massage would do a lot of good. Some days not so much. Some days his massage would trigger pain were there had been none before. On one of those days the pain was high up on my hamstring. He could not get to the area with me wearing shorts so he pulled them off and threw a small towel over my ass and went to work.
The fact that it was the first time I was completely naked did not register until I was ready leave; it did not concern me much.
The fact that he asked me to take my shorts off on the next appointment did not concern me at all. For all subsequent appointments I simply got naked.
Normally all of the sessions were on the back of my legs. Once, when I still wore shorts, he had to work on a quadriceps. On a subsequent Friday afternoon it acted up again and I found myself on my back with my disappointing size cock in plain sight.
"I am the new president of the small dick club," I quipped.
He laughed and said, "Be ready to lose the next election."
I had never wanted to see another's cock until that day. The pain took my mind off that thought for the rest of that session but returned the next time when he treated the same area again. The muscle was fine that day but he spent time working on it and twice I felt a hand brush my cock. I got most of an erection that session.
The next session he massaged my legs from ankles to the small of my back. It had been one of the better days for me and I almost fell asleep as he worked on my ass.
I thanked him and gave him a bit of a better tip than usual.
On my next appointment and I was on my stomach as he began on my legs. I was asleep before he got to my calves. When I awoke He was massaging my ass and separating my ass cheeks. I felt warm oil on my asshole then felt a finger spread it inside. I continued to pretend I was asleep.
I don't know why I did so, perhaps it was curiosity. I did know it felt good.
Soon he was finger fucking me, then a short pause, more oil, and he resumed finger fucking me with apparently two fingers.
At his next pause I coughed and pretended to be waking up and he began to massage my back. We finished the session normally and I gave him the same extra tip I had given the last time.
I had not been sleeping well the following week and I was truly asleep when he whispered to me it was time to turn over. I was not surprised my butt and asshole were well lubricated.
It happened again the next time and noticed my ass was a bit sore. He may have gotten carried away I thought.
