I had never been to Royce for a massage but something in his profile intrigued me. There for all to see was the phrase, "Older Men Preferred". Since I'm definitely older and getting close to oldest, I thought I would see what this masseur had to offer. I dialed his number and after several rings, a very friendly voice answered.

"This is Royce. How may I help you?" floated out in a welcoming tone.

"I was calling to see if you had an opening for a massage later today, " I explained. "I would like the ninety minute session if you have the time."

“I just had a cancelation and I was hoping I could fill it. I'm glad you called. Do you happen to be an older man?”

“I happen to be a MUCH older man."

"The older the better! Are you wanting the therapeutic session or do you want to have more fun?"

I wasn't expecting that so I hesitated for a few moments. Then I muttered, "Fun sounds like fun."

A merry laugh came from the other end. "Good. Fun it is. Can you be here in an hour?"

I got his address and we agreed on the massage.

On the way to his apartment, I wondered just what "fun" meant. I can think of several ways a massage can be fun but of course I was hoping it would include a happy ending.

I knocked on his door and a man in his sixties, I would guess, opened the door with a big smile and welcomed me in. He had a full head of salt-and-pepper hair and a nice goatee. He was in really good shape but not a gym rat. His best feature was his open and warm smile which made me feel good about what was going to happen.

"I was hoping you'd be an older gentleman," he began. "I love to give massages to my older clients."

"Well, Royce, I'm definitely older," I joked as he led me down a dark hallway and into a warm and nicely furnished massage room. There was quiet classical music playing and an interesting odor drifting in the air. There were a couple of candles burning and a multi-colored Tiffany style lamp caused different patterns on the walls. All in all, it was very inviting and relaxing.

"I like this room," I said as I looked around. When my eyes circled the room and ended on Royce, I realized that he'd removed his shirt and shorts and stood there in black briefs that hardly covered anything. He had a great pair of muscular legs that were long a slender but with shapely calves and thighs. I I must have looked longer than I realized because he gave me another of his merry laughs and asked if I thought he had too much on.

"I think you look perfect," I answered.

He showed me the small closet where I could hang my clothes and told me to disrobe and climb on the massage table face down. I began to remove my clothes and saw him turn to get some things arranged near the massage table. His back was wide and firm with narrow hips that filled his bikini to the max. He had strong straight legs and nice feet. I hung my clothes in the closet, removed my briefs, and walked across the room with great anticipation.

I felt his hands lightly touching my back and finger walking like a sexy spider creeping down over my butt and down my legs. It almost tickled but it was so sensuous that I began to feel aroused more than tickled.

He covered me with warm oil that he began to work into my sensitive skin. Then he began to manipulate my back muscles with a talent that many years of dedicated work had given him that the young ones haven't developed yet.

The massage was wonderful with warm oily hands manipulating my naked body from head to toes. Then he began to work on my butt and I could tell he really knew what he was doing.

"Why do you prefer older clients?" I asked through the face ring as I watched his bare feet.

"I've always been attracted to older men all my life. I don't know why actually, but my dad had a much younger brother who took an interest in me and taught me many things. I idolized him. I suppose that had something to do with it. And there's something very sexy about most older men who have reached a time in their lives when they no longer try to be something they're not. That is very appealing and sexy to me."

I starting to say something when I felt one of his oily fingers circle my anal opening and I suddenly didn't have anything to say. The feeling was sensuous and almost tickled. I could hardly stay still as the circling continued.

"Relax and enjoy the pleasure," he said, and I felt the tip of his finger slide in to the first knuckle. "This can be very enjoyable if you will take a deep breath and relax your sphincter muscle." He twisted his finger just a small amount and I gasped as the sensations rushed to my brain.

I was on overload as all kinds of thoughts gamboled around in my head. As the erotic pleasure surged through my body, I felt my muscles grasp his finger and then relax and at the same time, his finger slid in and moved around a bit.

"Are you enjoying this so far?" he asked as he pulled his finger out and then slipped it back in.

"It's wonderful," was all I could mutter.

"I'm going to use two fingers now and see if you find it comfortable," he whispered as I felt the stretch and a more powerful sensation flooded my senses.

I felt a warm tingle creep up my spine and I let out a soft moan.

"I see you enjoy this," he said in a pleasant way and I could picture him smiling. "Want to do more?"

"Yes" came out before I thought. I didn't know what he had in mind but I was willing to try anything he was willing to do.

"I have a warm, soapy enema prepared and I'm going to insert the nozzle slowly and then let the warm water clean you out." It was the kind of statement that didn't require an answer. I felt the nozzle press against my anus and begin to slide in. It was much bigger than I had expected but it gave me a thrill as it widened the opening. I felt is slide against my prostate and a shiver wracked my whole body with pleasure. The warm water began to enter and sent a beautiful feeling to my brain. I marveled at all the wonderful things that were happening since I got naked on his massage table. I hoped it would never end. My thoughts were interrupted by a fleeting pain from the enema but then I felt some kind of movement in my belly and the pain went away. I was feeling very full and hoped I could hold the liquid as long as he wanted me to.

"You've done very well," he said. "Tell me when you need to step into the bathroom to expel the water."

"Now," I said, as a strong urge hit me. I felt the nozzle slip out and I quickly got up and he led me to the door of the bathroom. There was a dim, atmospheric light shining so I could see the commode. I was just able to sit when I felt the warm water suddenly rush out. Even that was a sensual feeling and an involuntary moan slipped out.

I sat there for a few more moments until I felt the water was all expelled. I was surprised when Royce appeared, took my hand, and led me back to the massage table. I was pleasantly surprised when I realized that he had removed his briefs and I was looking as his firm, rounded naked butt. I had already become aroused from the enema and seeing his nakedness caused more arousal. For some reason, it felt right and I wasn't embarrassed at all.

"Come over here," he instructed and I saw that he was sitting on a stool and was holding his arms out. "Bend over my knees and we'll give you the second enema to wash out the soapy residue."

I was reminded of my distant childhood when my mom gave me an enema that way. I smiled and bent over his muscular legs, feeling my semi-erection pressing against him.

He lubed my butt and then slowly inserted the nozzle again The second enema was even more sensuous because I was skin to skin with a very handsome, sexy male who was moving the nozzle around, causing me to have a quick intakes of air.

"Hold it as long as you can," he said in a quiet kind command that I gladly followed. Several times I felt the urge hit and was able to tighten my muscles around the nozzle to keep from leaking.

As I lay across his lap, I felt his hands caressing my back and hips. It felt wonderful and I could feel my erection throbbing against his hairy leg.

"Let me help you up and you may expel the water," he said and helped me stand and led me to the bathroom again.

I hadn't felt a good hard-on in a long time and this one was very special for two reasons. First because age had taken away some of the firmness of my erections and secondly because such a kind and sexy man had caused me to have such a hard-on.

He led me to the table and helped me get on. I stretched out again and was adjusting my body to get comfortable when I felt him climb on the table with me. He sat straddled my thighs and I could feel his cock against my butt. He oiled his hands again and massaged my glutes with a firm pressure that was close to pain but not quite. He had gifted hands. Then he leaned over and slid up my body so that the was stretched out on top of me. It was a very assuring feeling to have this big muscular man on top of me. There was a heat coming from him that was both temperature and sexual. He moved just enough to slide slightly up and down. As he did so, his cock gradually became hard and the tip poked at my anus. I was in limbo by then and flashes of thoughts were twisting around in my head. The pleasure was almost unbearable and it was then that I realized that he was slowly slipping into me and sending overwhelming sensations all over my body. I thought he couldn't go any deeper but then he did and I gasped with pleasure. I lifted my butt up, trying to get him deeper in me when I felt him slowly sliding out. Then back again and soon the rhythm was set and with each thrust, I felt a surge of pleasure. Soon he was going faster and I was lifting up to meet each thrust. I was lost to reality and all I could think of was the emotions flooding my system. His thrusting became faster and faster and I realized that I was about to cum myself. His breathing was fast and heavy matching mine and he let out a groan as his body trembled and sent me over the top. I could feel my cum shooting out as he filled me with his. He pumped harder and harder for a few thrusts and then he gradually slowed down his thrusting and stopped with another slow, sexy moan. He collapsed on top of me and we lay in that position for a long time. I could have stayed there for eternity luxuriating in the wonderful orgasm.

"I'm going to get up now," he whispered. "Just stay there and let your body recover." I felt him slide off and hated the feeling of being without him.

He returned with a warm damp towel and gently cleaned my bottom. The he dried me with another towel and left it covering me. I could hear him getting dressed and dreaded the moment that I would have to do the same.

"Here's a bottle of water," he said as he helped me sit up. "Drink it all so that the toxins will be able to leave your body when you piss."

I did as I was told and then he wiped most of the oil from my body and I got dressed. I had a tingling in my butt from the fucking but it was all pleasure and I handed him the money, gave him a thankful hug and walked out to my car. It would be a long time before I would actually regain total reality but I didn't mind. I loved how I felt and the joy of remembering the massage and "the fun" that went with it.