Having an encounter with another man was the furthest thing from my mind but it highlights just how quickly a simple and innocent situation can turn in to something intense and horny.
I had a bad back and it was that which lead to the experience I am about to relate. It had been bugging me for months and my wife had urged me to go and get some professional treatment.
I had tried acupuncture, reflexology, yoga and none of them had done the trick. Now I was with a guy I had found in the small ads of the local paper who claimed that through manipulation, he would be able to solve back pain for ever.
I had been to see him a few times and if pain is a sign that it is doing some good, then his manipulation was achieving positive results. The pain was shooting down my sciatic nerve from the lower back, through my buttocks on down my right leg.
He had a massage table in his front room and was an older guy - early 60's probably - with a nice, calming manner. My wife had sat in the treatment room on a couple of occasions and laughed at the winces and yelps that I gave as she watched him go to work on me.
The procedure was to get undressed down to my underpants and lay face down on his table. He would then get to work on my lower back, using his fingers and some oil to manipulate the problem area.
Because the pain was all along the nerve, it was difficult to pin point exactly where he should be working and on this day, the pressure point felt like it needed to be right in the centre of my right buttock cheek.
On previous occasions, I had felt him slip down the elastic waist band of my pants just a little, so that he could get to the top of my butt and whenever he did that, a tremor went through me.
`Is that doing it' he asked this time, massaging my lower back.
`No, I really need it lower' I said, prodding the point through the cotton material of the shorts.
He went for my waist band and pulled it down a good amount, half exposing my butt to him and went to work. It still wasn't hitting the spot though and I told him that it was lower down still - and it was - this was not an attempt to get naked but to simply make me better.
His hands crept inside my pants as he went to work on the right cheek, but the constraint of the material was not letting him do a really effective job.
Clearly a little nervous, he cleared his throat and said
`Erm, I think on this occasion it might be better for you to slip you shorts off so I can get at you better'.
As I say, my focus was on making my back better but through the pain, I was also turned on by the thought of being naked in front of this guy.
`OK, if it helps' I said and started to push down the waist band to expose my butt. He helped from there and pulled them down my legs while I rolled to one side to allow him to take them off completely.
As I did, both he and I saw that my 7" was forming a lazy erection and I quickly rolled on to my front, aware that my cock was pointing downwards between my legs and on display for him to see.
Nothing was said, although the atmosphere was suddenly electric as he oiled up my butt and went to work. As he did, I could feel myself getting the hardest of erections and felt my foreskin pull back as the engorged helmet pushed itself out on display.
As he pressed down on my butt, so my cock got harder and for every press he gave, it gave a massive twitch.
His hands followed the path of the sciatic nerve down to my thigh and started to work on that part of my body. I could feel his oiled up fingers slipping down the inside of my leg and was conscious that his fingers were only fractions away from my manhood.
Now I wanted to be touched there more than anything and spread my legs a little wider in order to give a better view and tempt him to touch me. Still nothing was said as we both went through the pretence that this was still a professional treatment.
Down my leg he went and as his hands came back up again, his fingers brushed ever so lightly along my hard shaft. It was so light it could almost have been accidental but I could not help but let a low moan slip out of my mouth. Again, his fingers brushed my cock and then again.
It's OK' I said. Please touch me more or I'll explode'.
And then I felt his warm and oily hands finally touch me properly. I raised my chest off the table a little, causing my erection to spring forwards allowing his hand to get fully around me and for the first time, I had my cock in the hands of another guy as he stroked me up and down.
I rolled over, so that I was fully on display and watched as his hand circled me and slid up and down across my nakedness.
The bulge in his trousers showed that he was as turned on as me and when he unzipped the fly and let leash his own hard on, it was my turn to feel him.
I have to say, I don't think I was much of a match for what he was doing, as I was lost in the sensation and could only give a couple of strokes before giving in to his expert hands.
He speeded up the rhythm with his right hand while his left cupped and massaged my aching balls and I pumped my crutch up to meet his downward hand movement to show that I wanted to speed things up.
His wanking increased and pretty quickly, I had the most intense orgasm I have ever had. Jet after jet of cum sprayed further than it had for years, spattering my face, lips, chest and his hands as he continued to stroke me in the glorious glow that comes from that beautiful moment.
He then got hold of his own cock, wanking it furiously for all it was worth and pretty soon, I was covered in another layer of spunk as he too shot a glorious load over me.
I lay spent on the table, while he half slumped against it as we took in the situation we had allowed to develop.
He got a couple of towels to help me clean up, I got dressed and with a nervous laugh I said `I'm not quite sure what to say -- I've never done that before, never expected it to happen, but boy, I'm glad it did'.
He laughed nervously too and said `I agree. But I do hope you will come back for some more treatment!'
Needless to say I did. And if my wife thought it odd that I did not encourage her to come to future sessions, she said nothing. It was clear that when I got home, the glow on my face proved that he was doing a great job.