Now that he had reached the magic age of Social Security eligibility, Harry Henderson rued the fact that his libido had slowed down to the point that he was not even taking the time to scope out the cheerleaders on the television screen any more. His dearly departed wife Ethel had passed just recently and Harry knew she had to be a Saint to put up with him for almost 40 years.
His prostate had acted up of late and a trip to the Mayo Clinic informed him his male juice making organ was on its last legs. The choices were rip it out and forget about it, bombard it with atomic sub-particles until it ran up a white flag and surrendered, or, ignore it, since it probably would not kill him before he died from some other cause. Of course, all the insurance companies hoped for decisions favoring the last choice as that would save them an awful lot of money.
Harry decided on the first choice since it just did not seem a good idea to let something that would eventually kill you sit untouched until it had a chance to do just that and the concept of being zapped with radioactive bullets seemed also a little too "over the top". Harry didn't appreciate the idea of being shot at without being able to fire back.
The Doctor prescribed him a medication to promote instant and long-lasting erections and he just put it in his wallet thinking he had enough problems without going into cock-induced hyperactivity. His normal routine lately usually did not include the pursuit of members of the opposite sex. There was a fair supply of widowed and divorced females in standby mode should he ever feel the need but he would rather just sit on his ass and watch sports on the television. Harry would be the first one to admit his girl-chasing days were long over.
His bad back forced him to the local massage parlor the next week and he was played like a fiddle by a young black girl who told him, "You sure got good muscle tone for an old guy, mister!" Harry was certain it was well intended but the mention of age tended to depress him recently especially after his visit to the Doctor.
When the girl offered to give him a "full service" massage at no extra charge, Harry, being in a very restful mood accepted not understanding that that exactly entailed.
The spirited tugging on his cock awoke him to the fact that "full service" did not mean washing his windshield. He was loath to beg off from the well-meaning girl's efforts for fear of offending her and was happy when she finally gave up and admitted, "Mr. I can't get your cock to stand up good and proper. Do you have a problem of some kind?"
Harry explained his prostate problem and the girl understood immediately.
"Did they give you any of those little blue pills?"
Harry realized she was talking about the erection enhancer and he told her that he had not filled the prescription as yet. The masseuse whose nickname was "Candy" told him she would give him one of the ones that they kept for emergency situations and all he would have to do was to replace it with one of his after he filled the prescription.
"That sounds nice, Candy, I didn't think I could fill it until after the operation."
"Nah, Harry, guys use these all the time, but you just have to be careful not to go overboard on them and only take one a day like it says on the bottle. Also, Harry, if you still have a "you know what" after 4 hours, you got to go see a doctor because that is not good for your cock."
Harry took the pill and relaxed on the mattress. Sure enough, the sight of Candy's bare ass cheeks bending over in front of him caused him to have a huge erection. It was bigger than it had been in years. Candy was almost licking her lips looking at his meat dripping pre-cum from the end.
The pretty black girl squatted down over his cock and slowly lowered her pussy right on the bulb. He moaned when her wet pussy lips spread open to take his cock inside. Her vagina was velvety smooth and she gushed some sticky juices right down onto his shaft making the entry very easy.
Candy bounced on Harry's cock for a very long time. His pre-cum was flowing nicely and she had at least 3 nice orgasms during that time. She did everything, she massaged his balls, she even stuck a finger up his quivering brown eye, she talked dirty to him, and pleaded with him to "give it to me", but poor Harry could not cum.
Eventually, Candy gave up and Lucinda from the next stall came over to help out. Lucinda rode Harry's cock for almost an hour before she gave up despite the fact she was squirting female juices all over Candy's table. Some of the other girls came to watch Lucinda grunt out her impressive orgasms because she normally was pretty shy and laid back.
3 of the apprentice massage girls took turns on Harry's cock but all they got was sore pussies and some very memorable orgasms. The owner, Mrs. Lickmore even hitched up her skirt to ride Harry's cock with little success, unless you count the way she moaned and groaned each time his long thick cock bottomed out against her seldom used vagina.
Harry had worked his way through the entire health spa staff and the clock showed the 4 hour deadline was nearing soon. He started to worry about his cock and what would happen after the deadline. Candy was not sure. She told him, "I don't remember any guy that happened to before."
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