For the last two months, I have been visiting a physiotherapist for treatment on a frozen shoulder. His work has been really good, and he has taken care of the frozen part, but I am still in pain in my biceps as referred pain from my shoulder.
My physiotherapist is 28 years old, French with good English-speaking skills, humorous, sports-minded, good looking, and fun to be with. I am 65 and our personalities are similar. His office is only about five minutes away from my house, making it very convenient for my visits.
On Monday, Rene was treating my shoulder with heat, cold, a tens unit and accupuncture. I was lying on my back with the tens unit pulsating rapidly on my shoulder. Because there was a vent overhead and was blowing cool air on my, I had a large towel (like a beach towel) over me. Rene was outside in the main area and I had my eyes closed and was so relaxed that I almost fell asleep despite the pulsations. The room I was in was the last one at the end of the larger room and a bit isolated from everything else so it had quite a bit of privacy. The door was facing the larger room and had a curtain on it so that he/we could see out, but most people could not see very much unless they were able to view through the sides of the curtain.
Rene came back into the room; and as usual, closed the curtain. He asked me how I was doing with the tens unit and checked the time remaining. I had about seven minutes left, so he just stood beside me and chatted. However, as he did,he had put his hand under the towel and was massaging my bicep as we talked. After a bit, I felt his other hand on my stomach but I didn't think anything of it. His hand so gently ran across my stomach and he was sort of kneeding it (like a cat's claws). It actually felt pretty good.
"Your stomach is pretty firm for a guy your age. You must work out quite a bit. Do you like to have it massaged like this?" he asked.
"Yeah, I like it. It feels good and relaxing. I've never had a massage in my life, but if it all feels like this, I might have to try it out." I told him.
Rene kept sliding his hand across my stomach, then I felt it go a bit lower to my belt area, then his baby finger had gone just under my belt and back up again. It was obvious that he was testing to see how far he could go and quite honestly, I didn't care how far he went. I liked it. AS a matter of fact, if he had slipped his whole hand down and grasped my cock, it would have been more than okay with me. I thought at one time that he would do it because he often glanced at my crotch.
The bell signalled the end of the pulsating time, and he moved up toward my shoulder and disconnected the pads. As he did, his crotch was only about three inches from my face and the massaging of my stomach must have affected him because I could see the trace of a slight hard-on outlined in his pants. Had I known him better, I think I would have reached out and caressed it. As he was wiping the lubrication off my shoulders and biceps, he tugged on my other shoulder and pulled me even closer to him. His cock was sooo close to my face but it wasn't doing me much good.
He pulled the towel all the way down from my shoulders until it was just near my belly button. He took some of the lube he was using on the tens pads and put it on my shoulder and bicep and began massaging me again. I just laid back, closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling; but when his hand moved to my chest and around my nipples, I got a different feeling--so much so that I knew my nipples were getting hard.
"Hmmmm, I think someone like this. Is it okay?" he asked.
"Fuck, yeah, I like it. Who wouldn't? Don't be offended by this, Rene, but are you gay?" I asked him.
"No, but there are some things I like besides hot pussy. How about you?"
