INTERNAL MASSAGE
Written by Eugene Marvin --aka- NPhillydogg@aol.com
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I'm a 40yr old black man (6'0", 220lbs with a thick build, brown-skin, and a shaved professional clean-faced look)! I've been divorced for 10yrs with 4 children ranging in ages from 22 to 15! I'll admit I've always been so busy with work and paying child support that I haven't spent much time with my children since the divorce! While I felt bad about that, I knew I was providing for them to the best of my abilities by working 60 to 80hr work weeks, giving them the finances they need to go to school, get educations, and never need for anything [other then perhaps their father in their lives]!
I decided to see my doctor for a routine physical, explaining to him that I was starting to have problem maintaining erections! He had a few tests run on me, then came back with the worst news of my life...!...that I had a tumor growing in my rectum, near my prostate, but that doctors didn't think it was feasible to operate yet since the tumor was benign and the operation could cause more damage than the tumor!
The doctor prescribed me pills to deal with any pain or discomfort I might feel at this time, but since the pills would make me drowsy I asked if there were any other alternatives to the medication...? He was reluctant to tell me about a massage therapy [fearing I would flat out refuse]! When I asked him what it consisted of...?...he reached into his desk and handed me a pamphlet informing me of the benefits of having internal massages! He then told me if I was interested, he had a referral he recommended for his patients in need!
I took the referral and the pamphlet back to work with me and read it in my office [behind my desk]! However I couldn't believe what I was reading, that there was actually some medical benefit to having someone stick `massage instruments' [aka: dildos] up your ass!
I totally dismissed the idea [just as the doctor feared] and went on with my life, doing my best to pretend like nothing had happened! Unfortunately the internal pains started to get worse, and every time I took medication I would end up getting sleepy!
After about 2mons I finally decided to take my doctor up on his referral! It was to a Health Massage Clinic which specialized in alternative medicines [acupunctures and such]! I made an appointment with a therapist (a younger man; 25ish, 6'1", 175lbs of lean muscle, light-skn, baldheaded, thin trimmed mustache/goatee), who sat me down and thoroughly explained the procedures and how it could help relieve my pain and make living with my condition more manageable! He showed me computer graphics of what my tumor looked like, and how the internal massage therapy' would help ease the pains inside! I seriously had my doubts, believing the entry [through my asshole] would cause more pain than the tumor! But the therapist insisted there would very little to no pain' at all! I have to admit I didn't believe him, but I figured if my insurance was willing to pay for this alternative medicine, I'd give it a try!
I was taken through the facility to a massage room and told to undress completely and lay `facedown' on the table under a towel! The therapist left me alone at that time, as I slowly began disrobing, wondering if I should just bug-out of there while I had the chance...? I hung my clothes up in a small closet they provided, then wrapped the white towel around me and laid facedown on the table [as told]!
The room was fairly chilled, as goose-bumps sprouted up all over my body! I laid there for about 10mins before the therapist returned, stripped down in a white tight fitted tank-top and shorts [not the long white sweatpants and lab coat he wore earlier]!
"Alright Mr. Wallace..., comfy?" he asked [trying to break the ice]! He started with an actual massage, starting with my neck and shoulders and working his way down my back to my legs and finally my feet, giving me a thorough full body massage and causing me to relax [totally] on the table! Then he removed the towel from my midsection and began kneading my buttock! I was very aware of his hands on my ass, as he massaged the cheeks deeply and even pulled them apart [getting glimpses of my asshole]!
"Don't be frightened, Mr. Wallace..., you're in good hands!" he insisted, dribbling cold OIL over my anus! I'd noticed the `instruments' on the counter, noting the different shapes and sizes! Granted they didn't LOOK like the average dildo [having seen a number of them in my ex-wife's drawers], but they were ass apparatuses nevertheless!
The therapist (whose name was: Rhee) put on rubber gloves, then oiled up his hands and started to massage the oils into my asshole! He didn't go in immediately, instead he massaged the outer anus, kneading between the cheeks, gradually adding pressure as he toyed with my asshole, nudging harder with his fingertips! I felt the first finger slip in about 40mins into the massage, slowly...methodically...inching its way into me! He did the same with his second finger, working it in with low circles until it just wedged its way into me, stretching my asshole naturally! He hadn't lied, the entry was relatively painless!
Then he introduced the first `instrument'!
It wasn't big [about 4"], it slipped in when he pulled his fingers out! It had a slight curve to it to probe my prostate! I could feel it actually massaging me inside! I was amazed at how thrilling it felt, sending tiny JOLTS through my bottom, making my body tremble a little! I felt embarrassed to have it affect me so!
Rhee told me to "relax, let the massage work its way through!" I did as he said and felt my body go slack again! He probed me deeply, I could feel my asshole dilate and tighten [all at once]! He pulled my cheeks apart and pushed deeper! `OH!' I groaned, surprised at how erotic my voice sounded! I wasn't hard [likely because of the tumor], but I could feel my dick starting to leak precum! I felt a twitching in my asshole, then felt nothing but absolute pleasure! It was very euphoric! I couldn't help moaning as I instinctively raised my hips, giving him deeper access into me! I felt like a whore! How could this feel so good...??
"How was that...?" asked Rhee, slowly down the probe before slowly [carefully] pulling out of me! I wanted to beg him not to stop, to keep going [it felt so good]!
"Wasn't as BAD as you thought, right...?" he asked, using the towel to wipe me clean [back there]!
"Why did you stop...?" I asked [suddenly reminded of my wife, who's asked me that several times during our marriage when I came before she did]!
"Hour session...!" said Rhee, nodding towards the clock!
"Its been an hour already...?" I asked, getting up from the table!
"Looks like you were starting to precum...!" said Rhee, examining the table cloth that was underneath me [much to my embarrassment]! "That's good..." he added, encouragingly! "...we WANT you to create precum, means the prostate is still willing to do its job!" he informed!
"Maybe next week I'll spend more time on the internal massage instead of the external one...?" he suggested [getting no argument from me]! He then directed me to the mini-shower [in the room] for me to wash off before getting dressed! "Make an appointment for next week at the front desk..." he said, as I started to lather up! "...I'll see you next week, Mr. Wallace!" he said, before tossing the rubber gloves and taking my chart with him!
I stood in the shower, unable to believe the awesome pleasure I felt in my asshole, wondering if this was how women and gay men felt when they got fucked...? I couldn't resist reaching back and rubbing my soapy fingers along my ass crack, feeling my newly acknowledged asshole, slipping a finger inside! I wondered if I didn't have erection issues if I would have gotten an full hardon...? That seemed to be Rhee's goal, to get me to achieve erections again! I sure hoped it would happen, being unable to cum was making me evil and grumpy!
I finished the shower and got dressed, then headed out into the lobby to make my next appointment [wishing my insurance would cover more than once a week for 10 weeks]! I was embarrassed when the pretty receptionist smiled up at me [while making my next appointment], wondering if she knew I just had an internal massage instrument shoved up my ass...? She gave me my next date, then thanked me for coming as I exited the building, still feeling my asshole twinkle and twinge as I walked!
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