I have been out of the scene for several months now. See, my health had something to do with it. Also, my age added to my disinterest. I was simply too old for women to whom I was attracted. I had fallen off the meat market wagon. And most women of my age looked and acted like my grandmother and she's long dead. It's not as if I stopped pleasuring myself. Hardly. Nearly every night, I turn on my computer and read some porn. It always works. I read some group sex or bisex stories, I get hard, I jerk off. Then I go to bed. I haven't really been missing interpersonal contact. I just have not been in the mood.
Now, my health is another issue altogether. Into my seventh decade, I seem to be slowly falling apart. Recently, I hurt my knee while playing racquetball. I just tried too hard to make a save and went down on it hard. I got up and continued to play but it began to swell up and go stiff. That is when I felt the pain and within a few moments, I was down, rolling around in pain. My racquetball friends got me back to my condo and helped me ice it up. Several pills later, I was feeling poorly but not in agony. I told them I would see my doctor the next day and they left me to rest. All that night, I moaned, groaned, and occasionally writhed. I was hurting.
When the morning came, other parts of my body had reacted to my knee injury by commiserating in pain. I was severely charley-horsed. And, damn, my neck was stiff. What did I do to myself? I called my doctor immediately and explained to the nurse what had happened. She told me to come in as soon as I could. I will spare you the details of how difficult it was to get dressed and to drive to the office but suffice it to say, it was purely torture, the excruciating kind.
The doctor, a general practitioner, saw me right away and he quickly diagnosed a tear, probably a ligament, somewhere in my knee. He told me that he would set up an MRI and send me to a specialist, who would probably perform arthroscopic surgery. He also gave me a scrip for some knockout painkillers. I was not a happy camper but I really had no choice in the matter.
My appointment for the MRI was two days hence (fortunately, about a mile away from my house). The appointment for the specialist was at the end of the week. I spent my time in my bed, high as a kite. The TV droned in the background but I couldn't focus. I was truly delirious, feeling nothing except the ice pack.
On Wednesday, I gathered myself and with some difficulty got dressed. One of my buddies offered to drive me to the MRI and I was plenty grateful. I was shown into a room with an MRI. It was a long table with a large circle around the center that would make a three-hundred-sixty degree image of my knee. After a few minutes, a technician came in. He was a good-looking man, good build and a little younger than me. He introduced himself as Stan and told me about the procedure. As it was my knee, he moved the large circle down the bed and then helped me onto the bed, pulling the circle so it was around my knee. Since I was wearing shorts and was commando, he said I could leave the shorts on, but loosen the belt and unzip to have no restrictions on the blood flow around my body. He folded the leg of the shorts up into my crotch. I noticed that his touch was soft yet firm, almost like a caress.
He told me to stay still while he got behind a console and took some pictures. Then he came over to move my position for more images. This time, he rolled me onto my side by tucking his hand into the crack of my ass and rolling me over. Then he moved my shorts leg again but this time grazed my cock with his fingers. He was very professional about it. Then he returned to the console and took a few more shots.
He came back to me and told me that he had to take a couple more from another perspective and he began to move me. This time, his was a bit more brazen. My cock responded to his soft caresses on my butt. Pulling my shorts leg up, he grabbed my now hard dick and pulled it up. I have to say that it felt great. When I moaned a little, he moved away quickly, went back to the console and finished the last images. Helping me off the bed, he zipped up my shorts, brushed my cock again and told me I could go.
"That was a painless experience," I said. "I liked it quite a lot. Thanks."
"You'll be sore for a few more days. I'd rest."
"Oh, yeah, I'll rest all right. Maybe I'll call someone for a massage of my aching back."
"I can help you with that," he said. "I give massages in the evenings when I'm off work. Let me give you my card."
I took his card. I also brushed his crotch with my hand. "You wouldn't be free tonight, would you? I could really use one."
"Why yes. I could be by at about seven. Is that good?"
"Yes. Let me give you my address. I'm just down the road."
Our intentions were clear but he maintained a professional air and helped me out to my waiting car. My buddy helped me in and then drove me home and helped me into my apartment. He was a lifesaver, I'll tell you. And, he never even noticed the tent in my shorts.
I spent the rest of the day immobile. I slept for a few hours, as well. Around six, I made myself a little TV dinner. At seven-ten, my doorbell rang. It was Stan carrying a foldable massage table and a bag. He was still wearing his technician uniform. I let him in and he began to set up the table.
"So, Stan, first, how much will this massage cost me?"
"I have to inspect you first and then I can give you a diagnosis. I can't give you a full massage. I'll only work on the charley-horsed area. And so, it won't be more than fifty dollars."
"Let's do it."
"Okay, first disrobe. I can put a towel over you."
"That won't be necessary; I'm okay with being nude."
"Let me help you." He unzipped my shorts and carefully, took them off while I peeled off my shirt. My dick flopped out. He helped me up on the table and oiled my back with long, gentle rubs. "I will be extremely gentle with you, don't worry. We will just take some of pain away from your lower back and hip. After the arthroscopy, I can return and help you to walk."
I closed my eyes and let him do me. His hands were magic, I swear. My back eased up quite a bit. He turned my so I was lying on my side and he began to work on my hip. His hands were firm yet gentle. He used several techniques but my favorite was when he grabbed a cheek with one hand and my upper thigh with the other and rubbed the ache away. With the back of his hand brushing my cock, I couldn't help but get hard. He moved his ass-holding hand down around my hole. His other hand moved up to my balls and my taint. Between the oil and his ministrations, I was in heaven. I moaned.
"Does that hurt?"
"No, not at all. It feels great. Keep doing it."
I noticed that his white pants where tenting now quite prominently. "It looks like you're enjoying this massage, too. Here, let me help you with that." I reached over and unzipped him. I reached in and pulled out his cock. It was an impressive seven or eight inches with a round glans. I reached out to grab it.
