He had told his wife I had been referred as an expert to help with his muscular problems. He'd need to make a special trip to visit me in the Blue Mountains.
"I've got a problem with my butt," he said, "from a tractor accident I had a few years back. Press as hard as you like. I'll let you know if it's too much."
I paid attention to his whole body but even more to his problem areas, working my palms into his firm butt, kneading and pummelling his cheeks. Sliding my fingers between his legs to massage his perineum.
I pressed a little too firmly once. He slapped my bum. I apologised.
"You're doing great," he said, "I just wanted an excuse to feel your butt."
Touch me anywhere you want
"You don't need an excuse," I told him, "touch me anywhere you want." So he did, his hand enthusiastically exploring between my legs or stroking my erection.
As I continued to release the knots in his lower back and butt, he talked about himself. He'd like to have had lots of sex with men in their 50s.
"But I live in a small country town. Plenty of curtain flickers. So I have to be very careful. Finding your web site was a heaven-sent chance to have some fun."
When I asked him to turn over, his erection told me I was doing him good, as his large cock throbbed above his stomach. I stroked it lightly and played with his heavy balls, before massaging his hairy chest and rubbing his neck.
"Do you like to kiss?" he asked. "My wife doesn't approve of men kissing. But I love it."
Can we kiss?
"I enjoy kissing," I said and leaned over to show him how much. I felt his arms wrap around me and he pulled me into a masculine embrace, our tongues now poking about inside one another's mouths.
As we pulled apart, he said: "I like the way you kiss."
"We can move to the bed now, for a body slide and kiss as much as you like."
He lay on his back and I lay on top of him as we kissed some more. We slid against one another for a few moments, each enjoying the feelings as our hard cocks jostled for room between our stomachs.
Tea bagging his balls
"Can we try a different position?" he asked after some time.
"Of course, where do you want me?" I said.
"On your back. I want to straddle your face, give you a good look at my balls. Maybe I can entice you to lick them as you did so well with your fingers before."
"Tea bagging?" I asked.
"What's that?" he asked.
"More or less what you just ask me to do. You dip your balls into my mouth like you're dunking tea-bags in a cup of hot water, only much better."
"Mmm, yes. Tea bagging, please. As you've got such a hot, talented mouth, maybe you'll be tempted to kiss my cock too," he added with a wicked grin.
Country men are never backward about stepping forward, I thought.
I used to think visiting Sydney was boring. Then I had one of your erotic massages and now I can't wait to come back for another.
Tell me when you want to come for a half day of body play.