The room was dark and quiet except for beautiful music seeming to envelop the room with a relaxing aura.

I had just removed my clothes and climbed on the massage table, hoping that Paul could get the knot to release that was in my left shoulder. He had worked his magic before so I was in great anticipation as I waited for him to enter the darkened room. I heard the click of the door and a streak of dim light raced across the floor before it was gone again with another click. I waited anxiously but nothing seemed to be happening. Then I heard the rustle of clothes and wondered if Paul was removing his shirt. He had complained about being too warm before so I thought nothing of him working shirtless.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted as warm hands lightly landed on the calf of my legs and slowly moved up my body, over my hips and on to my shoulders and neck. A shiver of delight raced over me and I heard Paul's soft laugh. By now both of his warm hands were lightly moving over my nude body sending more and more shivers up and down my spine.

"So your left shoulder is giving you pain again?" he asked just above a whisper. "Let's see what the problem is." He pressed exactly on the troubling spot as if he could see the knot in the darkened room.

"O man, that's the spot," I whispered. "You found it on first try."

His warm hands pressed around and slid over the spot with an experienced confidence that I had grown to appreciate. A mixture of pain and pleasure came from his experienced hands and the knot softened and the pain was no more.

I heard a couple of bottles rattling and soon his hands were spreading warm, lavender scented oil over my entire back, hips, legs and feet. It was a great pleasure as he spread the warm oil and used more pressure to manipulate the tense muscles. I hadn't realized just how tense I was until I began to feel the muscles responding to his talented hands. I let out a sigh and felt my body begin to relax.

"That's good. Take a few more deep breaths and slowly let it out as you relax and give your entire body to me," Paul instructed.

I noticed that he had said for me to give him my entire body. He didn't know just how much I would love just that. Paul was a handsome man in his late fifties, I was guessing, and gave the impression of knowing what he was doing and taking charge.

He would work on my left shoulder, moving my arm around to position the shoulder blade in different positions and then let his oily hands glide all over my naked body. Then he would go back to my shoulder and manipulate the sore muscles deeper and deeper and then let his oily hands travel over my body again. I was so lost in the luxury of sensual feelings that I felt as if I were leaving reality and spinning into a place of total hedonistic pleasure. Time had totally left my consciousness when I realized that his hands had stopped their travels over my body and were now massaging my glutes. It felt great and I suddenly felt a tingle of arousal as a finger slipped between my cheeks and over my sensitive anal area. Then both hands were working and manipulating my hips and inner thighs before another oily warm finger slipped between my cheeks. With absolutely no control over my reaction, I let out a soft moan because the pleasure was overwhelming. That must have been a signal to Paul because another finger slid between my cheeks and then another. My whole body was reacting to the overpowering sensations and I realized that I was breathing faster and louder than I wanted and with no way to stop.

"Just relax and let it happen," was whispered into my ear. I felt the breath from his whisper tickling my ear and another surge of arousal hit me. He let his finger slip by my anus one more time and then more fingers and soon both hands were taking turns sliding by, sending waves of pleasure through my whole being. I felt him spreading my cheeks and a thumb circling my opening. I shivered with thousands of silvery spiders up and down my spine and my penis responded against my will.

As the overwhelming sensations kept wafting over my naked body, I could barely remain aware of reality and felt as if I were floating in the air and extreme pleasure was taking over my consciousness.

I wasn't aware of reality until I felt a finger slip past the opening and twist just a little, sending more new and exciting electric shocks to my brain. I felt my hips lift a little, causing the finger to slide in a bit farther. It then slipped out and back in again.

"Oh man!" I moaned. "That's wonderful."

The finger slipped all the way in and moved around exploring. I felt it brush across my "love button" that I'd read about and had wondered if I also had one. The answer to that question was shaking my whole body and I began to moan and writhe about on the plush warm table. A hand slipped under my lower body and grasped my throbbing cock. I couldn't believe the erotic pleasure I was receiving as Paul continued to finger my ass and slide his oily hands over my rock hard cock. To my surprise, I felt something warm and firm brush across my open hand. Then I felt it again. It stopped and I closed my fist around Paul's huge erection. What a wonderful addition to the already powerful massage. I slid my hand back and forth a bit and felt him grow even harder. It had been many years since I had grasped another man's hard cock. I was on overload by now and realized that I was reaching the point of no return. I gasped and screamed as I felt my body orgasming. The explosion of ejaculation wracked my body with spasms of ecstasy over and over until I was limp with exhaustion and couldn't have moved if the place was burning down. I don't know how long I lay in that position with Paul holding on to my cock and his finger deep inside me, but eventually I was able to catch a breath and reality began to creep into my thinking.

"Are you ready to turn over so I can work on your pecs and belly," I heard through my almost sleeping consciousness. I tried and found it very difficult to get my muscles to give up the pleasure of orgasm and work to help me move. As Paul removed his hand from my cock, he helped me turn over and stretch out on the soft warm table. I let out all the air in my body and took in a new breath which helped me accept the reality of post orgasm and wonderful pleasure that had flooded my entire naked body.

Paul continued to massage my body in a wonderful massage, and to let his warm oily hands slip over my cock a few times. I was surprised that there was any reaction there at all since the orgasm had drained me of all arousal. His hands were wonderful and sent shivers of pleasure to my brain, but that was all the response his oily hands could get. I had just had one of the most wonderful orgasm to wrack my body in a long, long time. Older men don't get this wonderful surprise very often and I was one of the luckiest men in the world.