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I recently started physical therapy for an old shoulder injury from when I used to play pickup basketball games and took a hard slam. I don't know if it was all the overtime hours I had been putting in at work, but lately my shoulder had started to ache. I went to my doctor and he referred me to physical therapy. I went to my first appointment and it took some searching to find the place, it was a single room office space in the back of a strip mall. There was various exercise gear on one side of the room and a desk on the other, and it turned out that the entire staff was just one guy, the old guy that ran the place. The first several appointments were uneventful, but I did figure out that wearing loose fitting clothes and shorts was a good idea since Stan, the PT, liked to keep the office overly warm. On my third visit I came in dreading the admittedly simple exercises Stan had me doing as I had slept poorly and my shoulder was really stiff, plus I could barely turn my head. I explained this to Stan and he suggested trying to work any knots out and had me remove my shirt and lay on my stomach, with my arms at my sides, palms up. He started to work his thumbs below my shoulder blade, and it was painful but it felt like it might be helping. After a few minutes he moved to the other side of the table and had to lean across to reach the spot. I didn't really think much of it, I assumed he was working the spot from a different angle. Then I felt something quickly brush across my palm as he was working. I was pretty sure it was his crotch, which gave me a little charge, even though I knew it was just him doing his job. Suddenly he said, "okay, here's the spot" and stopped and was standing still. He was really leaning into it and working circles on the left side of my back when I realized that his balls were resting directly on top of my palm. I thought to myself, "this can't be an accident, surely". But he clearly wasn't wearing anything under his scrubs. Working up my courage, I very slowly and carefully curled my fingers ever so slightly so that my hand was now cupping his testicles and the end of my index finger was resting on the ridge of his cockhead. I felt his cock give a slight twitch. Stan suddenly started doing long strokes from just below my shoulder, down my back, closer and closer to the waistband of my shorts. I gently moved my index finger about a centimeter or two, running it along the ridge of his cockhead and this time I swear I felt his cock move. His hands reached the top of my shorts and I found myself thinking, "come on, come on, keep going". At this point if he stopped the massage, I was definitely going to have a problem, as even with loose basketball shorts, my rock hard erection would be unmistakable. He kept up with the long strokes, each time moving a little farther down under my shorts and, eventually over my ass cheeks. I decided at this point that the old guy had to be trying to seduce me (and it was working!) I began to lightly massage his balls in earnest. He then slid his hands down and started massaging my ass as I moved my hand to his stiffening cock. He began to massage my hole, but then pulled his hands away. He lowered his loose fitting scrub pants and guided my hand back to his exposed cock. I felt a large drop of precum slick across my hand as he did so. He then put his hands on my hips and pushed my shorts down. I lifted my hips slightly and used my free hand to hold my hard cock to my body so the shorts slid down with ease. I felt him pull my ass cheeks apart as he slowly poured a small amount of warm oil on my hole. A few seconds later I felt a finger slide easily into my hole and the old guy started to work my prostate. It was heaven and I sped up the pace of my stroking his cock. I wondered if he usually got this hard and then thought, "maybe he does this with lots of male patients". At that point I no longer cared, I was too excited and turned on to care and I moaned, "more". He then started using two fingers on my hole as he leaned down towards me and whispered, "You want me to fill you?" I blurted out, "God, yes!" louder than I meant to, as I felt him climb clumsily onto the table between my legs, his pants still around his ankles. "Reach back and pull yourself open." he said, and I did as I was told. A second later I felt a new warmth at my hole, as he slowly slid all the way in to my hole. "It's been a long time since I've had a patient this way." he said, as he started working his hips so that his cock stayed mostly buried inside me. He lasted quite a long time, and I was getting more and more desperate to shoot, so I started sliding up and down against the massage table, hoping it could take this much weight and shaking. It didn't take long as I felt my oncoming orgasm building. When I finally shot my load, it set off the old man, and I could feel his cock twitching as he stuttered out a moan. After laying on top of me for a few seconds while catching his breath, he climbed down. I got up, pulled up my shorts and said, "The exercises seem to be helping, but I think maybe we should bump our appointments up to twice a week." He smiled eagerly and said, "Yes, I think that would be best."
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