Isn't That The Rub

I have peroneal tendonitis, a painful inflammation of the peroneal tendon that runs outside my left leg.

I do a decent job of keeping it under control, but occasionally suffer flareups, best treated by a massage. This condition has caused me to try most of the massage places in my area, as when I need care, an appointment for the next week won't work.

That is how I met Ricky. Ricky is in his late 30s, a former college athlete who studied sports science and became a physical therapist. He is incredibly good at what he does and has given me more knowledge on flexion and anterior and posterior chains than I will ever need in two lifetimes.

After receiving treatment from Ricky several times, we have become friendly. We socialize outside the clinic and have much in common, including going to the gym. Ricky needs to maintain his athletic body, and I need to delay the deterioration of my current body.

My name is Kyle. I am 45 years old, divorced and making my way through life. I am 6'2, 280lbs and in reasonable shape for someone who is 6'2, 280lbs. I lift weights 3 days per week, do cardio two days, and play a few sports recreationally. I have dark brown eyes, medium-length black hair dusted with white and a full, dark beard with marbling. I have a broad, furry chest and hair all over my body. I am, what many call, a bear. My cock is around 6 inches, reasonably thick, with a helmet that has been complimented by many.

On the Thursday morning in question, I was dealing with a particularly nasty flareup of tendonitis. The anti-inflammatories weren't taking the edge off, so I texted Ricky to see if he was available. After an hour, my phone rang, showing Ricky's number, and I answered.

"Hey Kyle, sorry to hear that it's back. Unfortunately, I'm out of town on vacation.

I contacted my friend Thomas, an old course instructor, who recently relocated to the area to establish his practice.

He has an opening at 1 pm today. Would that work?"

It was already 10 am, and waiting for 3 hours was nothing. I thanked Ricky for the referral and heard the notification as Ricky texted me the guy's contact information. We did a bit of catching up before wishing each other goodbye.

I looked at my phone and saw a contact card for Tom. I added him as a contact and called immediately to confirm the appointment. The receptionist recommended I come in a little earlier to complete the pre-intake paperwork. I promised her I would.

I went about my morning, working from home before showering in preparation for my massage. I dressed lightly with white Saxx boxer briefs under cargo shorts and a T-shirt. Sandals completed the fit, and I left for the appointment.

I arrived at the office at 12:45, checked in at reception, and completed the intake paperwork on a tablet provided. I included as much detail as possible about my ailment, previous treatment, and what worked best. I handed the tablet back and waited for my turn.

I looked around the clean, nicely decorated waiting room. The TV mounted on the wall played last night's sports highlights silently. A selection of plants and even some magazines were on a table.

At 1 pm, the inner door opened, and a gentleman came out with a chart and invited me in. I followed him to a nicely appointed office with a treatment table on one side.

As we entered his office, he offered me his hand to shake, which I did.

"I'm Thomas Decker, great to meet you. Please, call me Tom. Ricky brought me up to speed, and I should be able to help."

"Do you have any questions before we get started?" he inquired.

I didn't, and he left the room so I could get undressed and get onto the treatment table.

I stripped down to my boxer briefs, laid my clothes on the chair, and got under the sheet on the table.

Tom asked through the door if I was ready, and I gave him the all-clear.

Lying face down, Tom and I began to chat as he moved the sheet back to get at my leg. I heard him apply something to his hands, and he started by describing what he was feeling in my leg, manipulating it as he went.

He was working to get a baseline for my mobility and flexibility, and offering comments as he went. Of particular attention was my forever-tight calf.

Tom wrapped a heated towel around my calf and exposed my other leg by moving the sheet. He began working on it, comparing and contrasting with my left and asking how different manipulations felt.

I told him that I was already feeling better.

Tom then switched back to my now more pliable leg and set into some deep tissue release techniques.

His hands were powerful, making short work of the tension in my leg. As he worked, he described the root cause of peroneal tendonitis and how posterior chain tightness is often the biggest problem.

He asked if I would be okay with him doing a deep tissue massage on my hamstrings to create more flexibility and relief.

Always searching for relief, I told Tom to do whatever he thought was best.

He continued working up my leg, using alternating pressure and massage, as he made incredible progress.

When Tom set into my hamstring, he warned me it could be painful.

I assured him I was okay, and soon, his warm, strong hands were working the tension out of an area I didn't even know carried tension.

The conversation had slowed as I focused on my breathing.

Tom's attention felt amazing, causing an unintentional moan to escape from me as his thumbs dug into a particularly gnarly part of my hamstring.

He asked, "I hope that moan was a good sign?".

A bit embarrassed, I assured him it was, although I didn't want to admit exactly how good.

Content that I was okay, Tom continued up the back of my leg, ending just below the hem of my boxers.

He circled the table and restarted the process on the other leg, his hands doing all the necessary talking. He soon reached the hem of my boxers on that side.

Tom instructed me to turn over and lie on my back.

Holding the sheet up, I turned over and took my position on my back, pulling the sheet back into place.

Tom went to the foot of the table and pushed the sheet above my knees. I could now see him in better detail as he worked on my feet and lower legs.

He was shorter than me, broad-shouldered, with brown hair and eyes. I estimated him to be in his mid-50s. He was capable and confident, working his fingers into my foot to release tension.

Tom worked up my left leg, concentrating on the task at hand. As I watched him, I realized he was a handsome guy.

The years working on people's aches and pains had given him very well-developed forearms.

I was confident he was no stranger to a gym either. He had a few days' growth on his face and warm, inviting eyes.

This realization sent a jolt to my half-awake cock.

I often got hard when getting massages because the relaxation and touch combined to send activation signals to my cock. It had also been a few days since I had gotten laid, which didn't help.

Nor did the fact that more than once I had enjoyed my exhibitionist side.

Tom finished on my left leg and made sure I was doing well. I confirmed I was, and he transitioned to the right.

The fact I was now aware of my cock's awakening, each touch heightened that state.

As Tom kneaded my right thigh, I was at full mast underneath my boxers and the very thin sheet.

Laying there, getting worked on by a handsome man, my cock at full attention and ravenously horny, caused me to take a chance.

I moved and caused the sheet to fall to the floor. I was now laying there with only my boxers covering my stiff, leaking cock.

The boxers being white, there was no hiding my engorged, leaking prick.

Tom finished on my thigh and looked up as he straightened up. I saw him notice my cock and thought he smirked.

"Okay, Kyle. That is most of today's program. We have progressed; everything seems much more relaxed than when you came in. Well, almost everything," Tom said, definitely smirking that time.

I was lying on the table with my hands clasped behind my head. I occasionally flexed my cock, leaking more of my pre-cum as I did.

It was my turn to smirk.

I responded, "Tom, I can't thank you enough. When I came in, I was in misery. I feel amazing now. You have magic hands and know how to use them."

I continued, "What is the other part of the program? I have time if you do. I'm not concerned about cost if I get relief."

Tom looked me over and said, "As I mentioned, posterior chain tightness is the root of most peroneal tendonitis. A massage protocol that includes the glutes is one of the most effective treatments."

As I considered his remarks, Tom continued, "I don't suggest it to all clients because not everyone is comfortable with that type of treatment. I suspect you might be. Thoughts?"

I smiled and replied, "As I said, Tom, my main goal is to get better and experience fewer flareups. I am willing to try anything. What's involved in the glute massage?"

Tom went to the cart that held his supplies and said, "For you, not much. You would take off your boxers, get back on the table, and I would resume the treatment and include your glutes. If that works for you, you can drop your boxers. If not, you can book a follow-up appointment for next week."

The tone of the options suggested a challenge. I decided to take it.

I swung my legs over the side of the treatment table and stood up, hooking my thumbs in the band of my boxers. In one motion, I pushed them down and freed my straining cock.

I stepped out as they hit the floor and turned to face Tom. I did that tug that all men do when they first get naked, making sure my cock and balls looked their best.

Tom looked me over, including my cock, and said " You can lie on the table, face down, now."

I did just that, turning and lowering myself onto the table. I felt Tom cross the room and stand beside me.

He started, "Okay, Kyle, depending on how tight your glutes are, the start of this might be uncomfortable. As they loosen, it will feel much better."

I smiled to myself and turned my head to say "Tom, did you just tell me the tightness of my ass will dictate how much I enjoy this part of the massage?"

He chuckled as he admitted that was exactly what he said.

I felt his warm, oiled hands begin their work on my glutes.

He started by kneading the outside of my right glute, palpating the skin in search of the tension. The predicted discomfort came, and the tension soon gave way to relief.

I could feel the tension leaving my body, and my hamstring relaxing.

I sighed deeply as Tom sank his fingers into my left glute, waiting for the release. I arched my back, pushing my ass up to allow him complete access to the tension.

He continued to work his fingertips deep into my muscles, giving me relief with every touch.

"Tom, you are a magician. Your hands feel fucking amazing" I confessed.

I could feel my cock leaking precum like a tap, the sheet sticky underneath me. Tom then spread some warm oil across the top of my ass and set in with an aggressive massage, going from cheek to cheek.

Again, almost involuntarily, I pushed my ass up. I wanted as much relief as Tom could provide.

My exhibitionist side wanted him to see all of me. I can be a show-off like that.

Tom asked, "Does this feel good, Kyle? It seems you enjoy it, but I always want to ensure my clients are pleased."

As he said this, both of his oily thumbs swept down the crack of my ass, gliding over my twitching hole. I let out a low, guttural moan that held nothing back.

I heard a soft grunt in response from him.

Tom continued, "It's amazing how much relief we can get from recreational treatments. Have you ever had your ass fucked?"

I moaned at his inference as he continued. "It can be a wonderful way to reduce, and even eliminate, posterior chain tightness."

As he asked this, his slippery, warm thumb made tantalizing circles on my anal ring.

I flexed my ass before saying "I have had my fun. I hadn't put two and two together but now that you mention it, when I am fucking and getting fucked, I don't have as many issues. That can't be an accident, can it?"

Tom gently pushed on my ring, twisting his thumb as he gently worked it into my ass.

Any pretence was gone for me as I moaned "Fuck yes, finally." He let out a chuckle and continued his invasion of my ass until his thumb buried up to his knuckle.

I was now fucking back against his hand wanting more but Tom was taking his time and taking me on a fantastic trip. Tom's thumb continued it's inspection of my ass until completely buried.

Once it was, I rotated my hips in appreciation.

We stayed silent except for my moans and his soft encouragement. His left hand found its way to the small of my back, palm down and he massaged it as he continued to invade my ass with his thumb.

My cock was has hard as it could be, leaking everywhere.

Slowly, I felt Tom pull his thumb from me, taking his time before it exited with a soft pop.

Before I could process the emptiness, I felt the scruff of his face on my ass cheeks as Tom's tongue eagerly replaced his now removed thumb.

His tongue was going crazy in, on and around my hungry asshole and his muffled excitement suggested his reserve throughout our session might have been an excellent acting job.

He devoured my ass for almost 5 minutes, taking me higher with every swipe of his tongue.

When he withdrew from my ass, Tom said with a thick voice "As soon as I saw your ass, I knew had to eat it. You are delicious."

Tom stood back, and I pushed myself up before swinging my leg off the table, getting myself stable and testing my "posterior chain".

It felt amazing and energized.

I looked down and saw that my new friend Tom was sporting a very nice tent through his scrubs, a wet spot spreading from the tip of his cock.

I smiled as I reached for it. "I see you have the same problem I do. My cock has been pouring since you started working on my ass. The difference is I have the benefit of being naked. Let's get you out of those clothes."

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his pants, pulling them away from his body and down. They cleared the head of his stiffened prick, and I dropped them into a pool on the floor.

I next went for the hem of his shirt, grabbed it and pulled it up so that Tom could raise his arms and be just as naked as I was.

Tom's chest hair was darker brown, in a very enticing pattern that made it's way down to his cock and balls.

I took the oppotunity to see his cock for the first time and smiled. His head was shiny and, I guessed, slippery.

He was hard, cock standing up from a tuft of dark brown pubic hair and that shiny head pointing directly at me.

I estimated he was bigger than me, probably 7'ish inches and thick. I grabbed my cock around the base and rubbed my head under his heavy balls, giving him some of my sticky pre-seed.

Our shared moan at this new contact ensured there would be more.

I pushed his cock downwards with my palm, brought my own underneath it and wrapped my big right hand around us both.

I slowly jacked our pricks and dropped my head to his right nipple, taking a soft little bite of it before licking and sucking it.

My mouth moved to his left nipple, and I repeated my attention, using my left hand to pull and tease the now lonely right nipple.

Our cocks now coated with each other's precum, I decided it was time to return some of the care Tom showered me with.

I stepped back, releasing my grip on us, and sank to my knees. I took his handsome prick and rubbed it all over my bearded face, kissing as his frenulum passed my lips.

Tom continued to leak his expectation over my lips and beard, making me even hungrier.

I wrapped my right hand around Tom's base, looked up at him and said, "It's my turn," and enveloped his purple helmet with warm, wet lips.

Now trapped, I worked my tongue around his sensitive tip, coaxing more of his tasty precum into my mouth. I savoured his taste and texture, moving my tongue side to side on the underside of his shaft.

I made sure my mouth was incredibly wet and inviting as I took him inch by inch until my nose came to rest in his public hair.

Feeling his cock down my throat sent an electric jolt to my nipples, cock and asshole. I couldn't wait to be opened by this amazing cock.

I felt Tom put his hand on the back of my head, guiding my attention to his throbbing prick.

I drew back, my lips stopping at the crown of his helmet before diving back down so that his coarse pubic hair could tickle my nose. I relished his meaty prick opening my throat and considered sucking him off so that I could swallow his man juice.

I decided against it because I need it in my hole more than down my throat.

I slowly drew from Tom's base along his shaft and released his head with an audible pop. I gave it a soft lick before standing up, again sandwiching our cocks together in my right hand.

Tom leaned in and brushed his tongue tentatively across my lips. I closed the distance and pushed my tongue into his mouth, inviting him to taste his cock on my lips and tongue.

I loosened my grip on our cocks and started fucking back and forth on top of his bigger dick. My leaking slit providing the perfect amount of lube for our mutual enjoyment.

After kissing for a few minutes, we mutually withdrew, hungrier than ever.

"Tom, I'm not sure if my benefits cover it but I am happy to pay out of pocket to get this cock in my ass," I said hungrily.

Tom's mouth turned into an almost predatory grin.

He put his hand on my chest and pushed me back toward the massage table, my ass coming to the edge.

I lifted myself onto the table as Tom went to his desk and retrieved a bottle of Gun Oil lube. He massaged the oil into his cock as he walked back to me.

I lay back on the table, pulling my knees toward my chest and again exposing my hole to this new acquaintance.

Tom took a healthy amount of lube into his hand before smearing it on and around my hole.

He pressed his well-lubed finger into my ass, cork screwing it to open me up for his upcoming invasion.

Tom withdrew his finger to just the tip before adding his middle finger and pushing back into my ass.

I moaned my permission as he expertly worked my hole into a twitching frenzy.

"Tom, I need to your cock. Now," I begged from my position on the table.

He smiled as he pulled his fingers from my now prepared hole, and I soon felt his slippery, engorged head pressing at my ring. I brought my knees up further to give him maximum access.

Tom firmly pressed his prick into my ass, his head breached my pucker and relief flooded through me.

His head now in place, he added some more lube to his shaft and continued pressing into me. I could feel myself opening to welcome his sizeable prick into me.

Halfway in, Tom asked, "How does that feel, stud?"

I pinched my nipples and looked him in the eyes, responding, "Like I need the rest."

Tom didn't need any more hints and buried himself in my newly expanded hole.

I moaned with Tom's cock finally, fully buried in me. The slight pain tempered by the thrill of having his cock exactly where I wanted it.

I groaned in complete satisfaction and gave Tom total authority to pound my ass.

I had taken bigger, both toys and cocks, but his felt different. He changed his angle and began pounding my man pussy hungrily, sending delicious waves out from the center of my body.

I pinched and tweaked my nipples as Tom's cock made me thankful to be a man. My stiff cock bounced every time Tom bottomed out, slapping against my belly and leaving precum kisses in it's wake.

Pulling back, Tom took his cock completely out of my ass.

Before I could complain, he grabbed his shaft and rubbed it all over my hardness, trailing his man-made lube all over my cock and balls.

Without being asked, he rubbed his cockhead down across my perineum and put his head back inside my ring.

"It's time to put this back where it belongs, isn't it, stud," he asked.

I spat a "Fuck yes" at him and was again entirely opened by his fantastic cock. With his hands behind my knees, Tom resumed pounding my now well-used hole, his heavy balls slapping my ass.

He growled, "So that you know, I'm breeding you. We both know your man pussy needs my seed, doesn't it slut?.''

Before I could respond, I instinctively reacted by fucking my ass down on his cock.

I followed with, "Every fucking drop so that I can clean that delicious cock off."

My encouragement pushed Tom into overdrive as he mercilessly pounded my ass. I savored every thrust, my stiffness bouncing in time and my own cockhead so tight it felt like it would explode at any moment.

As Tom pulled back, he bellowed "Here it comes" and then sheathed himself into my rectum one last time, bottoming out before his cock gave me it's thick, creamy gift.

I was tempted to wrap my hand around my cock but didn't trust my will power so I continued to play with my nipples as I felt Tom's seed spread inside me.

Exhausted, Tom exhaled mightily and collapsed down onto my chest, his cock pulling from my newly creamed hole.

My sticky cock trapped between us and Tom shimmied his body on mine to give my cock some physical attention.

He took my right nipple between his teeth and assumed control of my left nipple, pinching it at least as hard as I had.

His expert tongue licked and teased my right nipple before he kissed his way across my furry chest and resumed the attention on my left, pinching and pulling the now unattended right nipple.

Tom began kissing and licking his way down my sweat matted chest stopping where my cock had been slapping my belly and began licking, sucking and devouring any square inch that might have received precum.

Satisfied he had cleaned all of my DNA from my belly, Tom continued south and buried his nose in my pubic hair, inhaling my musk deeply.

He worked his way even further, lapping my balls with his tongue and kissing them as he went. I am a sucker for having my balls worshipped so I made sure he had all the room he needed by spreading my legs even wider.

His attention to my taint almost made me blow but I had other plans that required my hard cock.

With a soft, wide tongue, Tom licked from the base of my shaft to the tip, swirled it around my frenulum and back down. He repeated this delicious trek a few times before devouring my cock on a subsequent trip to the top.

This man could suck cock.

Soon, he was fucking his face with my cock with reckless abandon, his chin ending up on my balls on every downward stroke. I put my hand on the back of his head and fucked up into his mouth, feeling he shouldn't have to do all of the work.

Before going too far and blowing my load, I told Tom it was time to stand up. He took one last, long suck of my cock and, with his mouth now empty, dove down to my ass and once again assaulted it with his tongue.

This time, though, it was full of his man milk, and he groaned deeply at getting his fill.

Satisfied with his treat, he pulled back and stood up. I stood as well, marginally taller than him, and immediately dropped my mouth to his.

Tom pushed the efforts of our hard work into my mouth and moaned as I hungrily accepted it. I took the tip of his tongue between my lips and sucked it, getting every remnant of his load for myself.

My hand lodged between us, wrapping around his stiffening cock and allowing me to ask "Is this for me?".

Tom said, "Bend over and I'll show you."

I shook my head and said, "No, Tom, it's your turn to bend over. I have only seen glimpses of your hole and want to introduce myself properly."

I grabbed him by the shoulders, turned him around and pushed him forward, lifting his right leg up on the table to put him in a deliciously vulnerable position.

I dropped to my knees, finally able to inspect my new friends amazing asshole as it winked at me.

I spread his cheeks and dove in, licking him from taint to ring, delighting in the liquor-like mixture of sweat, lube and his cum. I cleaned him from balls to his hole before sticking the tip of my tongue into his ring, wiggling it and teasing him.

His moans encouraged me as I dutifuly prepared his man hole for my cock.

His cock hung, semi-stiff, in front of him and below the edge of the table.

I dropped down, turned around and took his leaking head into my mouth. I pulled him back off the table to ensure I had the range of motion required to service him properly. His cockheadhead soon buried in my throat, my tongue working away on the underside of his shaft as I inhaled our delicious shared musk.

It was enough to make me shoot my load but I had to fuck him first.

I vigorusly completed my cleaning of Tom's cock, released it from my mouth and stood up.

I grabbed the Gun Oil, applied a liberal amount to my cock and balls and placed my head at the entrance to Tom's hole.

I asked, "How's this, stud?" and began massaging my frenulum around his beautiful love button.

Tom grunted in response so I grabbed my cock by the base, pointed it and began feeding it into him inch by inch.

I stopped a quarter of the way in to let him acclimate to my girth.

When he exhaled "More", I gave him just that.

Now buried in his ass, our slippery balls touching, I began fucking him.

Slow at first, loving the delicious sensations on my cock as Tom's ass welcomed each thrust.

I slid my hands down his side to his hips, picking up my pace, encouraged by Tom's enthusiastic grunts.

I was now pounding this man's hole with all I was worth, my 280lb frame powering me as deep into his body as my cock could reach.

My moans and panting mixed with his as sweat fell from my face and onto his back. I leaned down and licked it off before sliding my hands back to his shoulders to maximize my leverage.

A few more minutes of this and my cock clock was on countdown.

"Are you ready for my load, stud? Do you want me to breed this tight ass?" I felt Tom's ass squeeze around my circumference and slightly changed my angle of attack. Tom dropped his leg from the table and stood up, so I withdrew from him.

"Let's try something else". Tom took me by the hand and sat me in the leather chair reserved for his patients.

As soon as my bare ass hit that seat, my cock was back in Tom's throat. I put my hand on the back of his head and fucked his mouth roughly.

Tom slowly sucked up my shaft and off my tip before dropping down and pushing my legs up. "I need more of you," he once again plunged his tongue into my most sensitive place.

This time I was jacking my cock because I felt if I wasn't going to breed him, I could cover his handsome face.

Before making that decision, Tom stood up with a cheshire cat grin and placed his foot on the chair beside my leg before doing the same on the other side.

I quickly gathered his intent and positioned my cock for his ass. He slid down my upright pole in one motion, bottoming himself out on me.

I open-mouth gasped at the sensation of his delicious weight sinking on my cock and with my mouth open, he shared more of his load from my ass.

I was beyond the point of playing coy. I held Tom by his hips and began pistoning my cock into his now sloppy back door.

I could feel his cock bouncing between us, slapping me every time he bottomed out on my prick.

My orgasm was building at a fever pace, but I noticed Tom's moans had changed.

I recognized them from earlier just before he filled my ass with his seed.

"If you spray me with your cum, you are licking every drop of it off me, understand slut? I'm going to feed you your own load from my furry belly and chest so if you are going to cum, make it a good one" I encouraged.

I punctuated my statement by pounding him with a bit more force and with one strangled moan, his cock erupted hands free and sprayed my belly and chest with his man juice.

As soon as it hit my skin, my cock let go in his ass, what felt like a gallon of sperm. The increased lubrication just encouraged my continued pounding of his hole and I did until my cock was too soft to continue.

Tom's hole now empty, he stepped down from the chair, went to his knees and began cleaning his load from me with his lips and tongue.

When I figured he had enough cum in his mouth, I brought him up to my face and dove tongue first into his mouth to share and swap the results of our labor.

After we finished, Tom stood up and turned around, bending over and spreading his ass to show me his overflowing hole.

"Fuck Kyle, you filled me. That is one thick load," he marvelled.

Seeing his well-used hole, leaking my seed, I dove in tongue first.

His hand went to the back of my head as I cleaned in and around his cock holster with my tongue and lips.

Tom encouraged "Yes, eat that cream filled ass you filthy fucker. Get it all". I took a sizeable amount of my cum into my mouth and stood up, turning Tom around before depositing it into his open, waiting mouth from 2-3 inches away.

We mixed it with our tongues, sharing and spreading it until it was all gone.