Other sensations

As I mentioned earlier, I am a sedentary seeking to experience new sensations since life is short and pleasure always passes especially when one discovers that as the years go by limitations become more frequent and unexpected. That's why in visiting a proctologist I discovered a very uncomfortable crack on my anus which forced me to use topical medication for quite some time.
In this situation, I met with a friend who advised me to do prostate massage; he affirmed that there were numerous benefits including for my "little problem"; He also told me that he had done it himself several times and whenever possible would repeat.
Although he had recommended me to a professional that he knew, I as the idiot on duty preferred another one. After days of browsing through the network, I found an expert who has his office right near my house; I called him and was answered by a very responsive female voice. After confirming some information, I ended up booking an appointment for the next day in late afternoon.
The office was in a newly built and very well designed building; I arrived early, noticing that the reception desk was somewhat deserted. Besides me there was only the front-desk clerk who was blonde with stunning beauty and an engaging smile. "Lots of sand for my pickup truck!"
"Your grandson!" I heard the voice coming from down the corridor; I got up and walked to meet Marcelo. He was a tall, well-built man in his forties who wore white trousers and T-shirts that further highlighted his body.
Always paying close attention to my answers, he would make notes in what seemed to be my notebook. After a while Marcelo smiled and asked me to go into the therapy room; we went inside and he told me to undress and lie on my stomach on the stretcher; realizing that I was somewhat hesitant, he laughed and reassured me. <unk>You don't have to worry your Neto, this is body therapy so absolutely reliable ..., I will wait until you are ready ... just let me know, okay?” said Marcello with a friendly look.
After he left, I mustered up the courage to take off my clothes and lie face down on a stretcher calling for his therapist. Immediately he came in and dimmed the lights saying that this was to make me feel more relaxed. He felt something warm and oily pouring over my back, then Marcelo's hands beginning a body massage...I can't deny it was extremely soothing; the guy had huge hot firm hands squeezing massaging at just the right spots where I felt tense.
The ritual continued until I felt his hands on my buttocks, squeezing and massaging. It was a strange sensation, but at the same time it left me more excited than relaxed. "I hope you're enjoying ..., just enjoy the moment!" said Marcelo in her affectionate tone; continuing with the session, he made me open up my legs and after rubbing the inside of my butt, began to make movements around my anus.
In a way I didn't understand, the excitement revealed itself in a powerful erection that made me very hot, especially when he lowered one of his hands, massaging the horse between its legs and reaching for the balls which he also rubbed with intense movements causing an indescribable sensation.
Every time he massaged my anus, the hardness increased as did the erection that would hurt so badly. "Wow, your grandson! You have beautiful buttocks ..., and a thick penis! A woman's body must vibrate!" said Marcellus in praiseful tones, pressing on my anuse and lowering his other hand to squeeze my cock..., it was driving me crazy with such excitement, and I had no idea what could happen.
Marcellus excused himself for a moment, leaving the room and returning shortly afterwards to resume his massage; he then set about massaging my anus with renewed vigour. I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away by the delight of the erotic moment; and I can't deny that it was exciting but also very good because the discomfort from the crack had simply disappeared! But to my surprise when he stood in front of the stretcher I felt something brushing against my lips; as I opened my eyes I found Marcellus naked too, stiff-necked, glaring at my lips.
"Suck my cock, sweet crown!" he whispered while rubbing his huge mouth against mine.
I had the urge to scold him, get up and go away; but what I did was exactly the opposite: first licking his glans, then wrapping my lips around it, squeezing gently, making Marcellus groan with excitement. Then turning aside for easier suckling and opening that big thick roll of tissue, breast-feeding in anguish while listening to the male's moaning, stroking one hand over my head as the other held tight on my butt.
A short time later, we were doing a 69 full of malice and naivety; Marcelo was on top with his roll going in and out of my mouth while he sucked mine imitating a hot wet bottle. We remained in that position without moving our feet; the bastard still took advantage to massage my little hole, further expanding the feeling of pleasure.
The pervert enjoyed liters, almost making me choke with so much beating, leaving me all limp; while we were resting, he asked if I had already lost the gourd, to which I answered that no and did not even intend to lose it. Marcellus laughed as he caressed my buttocks. "You have a beautiful bundle! It looks like female butt!" He said in a complimentary tone; I found the praise funny, but didn't answer anything. Then, realizing my silence, he made me an offer.
-Let me brush the roll in that beautiful little hole ..., I promise not to put it <unk> he proposed with a cheeky and gluttonous look <unk> then let you rub this thick roll on my..., what do you think?
I didn't answer, just nodded; Marcelo suggested that we go to the couch in another room. We went into what looked like a bedroom with an enormous fabric sofa: he made me stand on all fours and began licking my ass. It was incredible! So good it wasn't long before my dick showed signs of being reborn from its ashes. Marcello's cocksucker was very clever because while he licked and sucked my butt, he took advantage of this opportunity to play with my balls and stick, once again giving me access! I was even more ecstatic to feel his roll brushing the valley between my buttocks, time and again pressed my little seal; I felt a desire to feel that tarugo inside me, but hesitated always backing up when Marcellus advanced the signal.
Marcellus made me suck again, leaving the roll well moistened with his saliva; then he took a bisnaga and asked me to grease his butt; the guy had a cute little ass and I acquiesced, leaving his seal area well smeared in gel; he got up on all fours calling for me. "Come, get this bird into my hole! Come quickly!"
I did not leave him in nostalgia, but stood up and struck a roller on the neck of the depraved one, burying deeply and punching without pity to the sound of hysterical moans and cries of the pervert who delighted in being enraptured. Looking at that man, I realized how he had a very well-shaped body; not only his butt, firmness and rollers, but also the torso, shoulders, legs and thighs, all together, it seemed carved out, no marbled exaggerations, but with an insinuating definition.
I hit a lot of roller on that bastard's ass, listening to the subject groan and sigh like a whore in heat! That climate excited me even more, mainly because of my chemical impetuosity, which provided me with resistance beyond expectation; Marcelo was moaning very much and bouncing every time I buried roller in his butt, as if he wanted to stick my pinto inside it.
After a while, I warned him that my joy was approaching inexorably and pushed me to the end of all resistance. <unk>Ahhhhh! You little boy!!! Fill my ass up with fuckin' hot old bastard! Uhhhhhhhhhh!" he muttered in his hoarse voice and gasping breath. A shiver ran through my body as a spasm involuntarily contracted my muscles until after the second shake I felt my body convulsing, reaching its peak at long roaring screams.
I ejaculated vigorously, filling Marcelo's ass with my cock while he also groaned and twisted himself enjoying the pleasure that I was giving him. I waited in position as my dick wallowed inside of Marcello's butt, flowing out; once it came out, I could see the result of my artwork, with the semen fillet leaking from the subject's arse, descending to wet his balls until they dripped on the couch.
We sat down for a well-deserved rest, while Marcelo explained to me that prostate massage was something serious but he could not resist when the client aroused his desire. "It's been so long since I found such an unyielding sexagenarian as you ..., then I took advantage of it!" he said in a naughty tone; still apologizing he insisted on finishing the massage, demanding only that we remain naked because he preferred this way.
-Look, even though you have a juicy bundle that makes anyone crazy ..., I will respect your request <unk> he said with an insinuating tone.
We went back to the stretcher room, and Marcelo finished his shift, which was a fantastic result in improving my fissure situation and making me feel more relieved. It was evening when we got dressed and he walked me out, emphasizing that I should consider the possibility of a regular massage session, ensuring that my crack could even disappear.
-Look, Marcellus ..., I can think about it <unk> replied with an ironic tone <unk> But since you roll sucked but not penetration..., You decide!
-Don't worry, here we do the customer's will! <unk> he replied with a silly laugh and extended his hand.