u/midwestTrader

Looking for clean fit guy in JOCO this morning. Must be clean-shaven.

Serious question after playing with your toy for a couple weeks do you think that it could cause your PSA score to be above normal? The last exam I had it was over 6.9 when normally it had always been below 3.4
Doctor then did an exam and said my prostate was three times bigger than a normal prostate in the mid 60 age range.
Has anybody else ever had this happen after playing with Aneros toys.

Any local Kansas City area Masseurs?

The late afternoon sun bathed Palm Springs in a warm, golden glow as I stepped into Gaymart USA. I had dressed intentionally for the day—light linen pants over a pair of my favorite sexy black briefs, the kind with a contoured pouch and sheer side panels that hugged my ass and package just right. At 60 and still in solid shape from years of disciplined exercise, I felt a quiet thrill walking around town like that, the secret fabric teasing me with every step.
Alex, the 35-year-old clerk, spotted me immediately. He was the epitome of a sexy twink—lean, smooth, with sharp cheekbones, bright mischievous eyes, and a lithe body that moved with natural grace. “Well hello,” he said, his gaze dropping appreciatively to the subtle outline visible through my pants. “Those briefs look cute on you. I love a man who’s comfortable wearing something sexy underneath. Most guys your age hide in boring boxers. You’ve got style.”
I smiled, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. He helped me pick out several new swimsuits and jocks, then led me to the spacious fitting room. The door clicked shut. I slipped off my shirt, revealing my toned chest and arms, then dropped my pants. I stood there in just the black briefs, already half-hard from the attention. Alex’s eyes lit up. “Damn, those look even better up close,” he murmured, running his fingers along the waistband. “But let’s see how these new ones fit.”
He handed me a tiny red brief. As I changed, he stayed close, watching intently. Once I had it on, he knelt smoothly in front of me. “We need to make sure it looks perfect,” he said softly. His hands adjusted the fabric, but his touch quickly turned intentional. He stroked my cock through the thin material until I was fully hard—six thick inches straining against the pouch. Alex looked up at me with hungry eyes. “May I?”
I nodded. He pulled the waistband down just enough to free me, then leaned in. His warm, wet mouth enveloped the head of my cock, tongue swirling slowly around the sensitive ridge. He took his time, sucking gently at first, building a perfect rhythm as his lips slid down my shaft. He worked me deeper, the wet heat of his throat tightening around me while his tongue pressed firmly along the underside. One hand cupped and massaged my balls with gentle pressure, the other stroking the base in sync with his bobbing head. The sounds were filthy and intoxicating—soft, rhythmic slurps, his occasional muffled moans vibrating straight through my cock, and my own low groans echoing in the mirrored room. I watched in the mirror: this young, beautiful twink on his knees, cheeks hollowed, eyes watering slightly as he devoured me with skilled devotion. Saliva glistened on my shaft as he pulled back to swirl his tongue around the head before plunging down again, faster and hungrier.
He came up for air, stroking me slick with his spit, and asked, “You a top or bottom?”
I hesitated, then answered honestly. “I’m not really sure. That’s part of why I came to Palm Springs—to figure that out.”
Alex’s eyes sparkled. He dove back down, sucking me harder and faster, taking me deep into his throat while his hand twisted gently at the base. The pleasure built intensely; I gripped his hair lightly, hips rocking as he worked me relentlessly. Just as I neared the edge, he pulled back again, lips shiny and swollen. “Then you should definitely come to my boyfriend’s place on Sunday. We’ve got a beautiful private pool at his estate in Rancho Mirage. There are some very nice top men who love breeding sexy older guys who aren’t sure yet about being a top or bottom. It’ll be the perfect place to explore.”
The invitation, delivered while he was still kneeling with my cock throbbing inches from his face, sent a jolt through me. I agreed. After trying on several more pieces—with Alex repeating his thorough, mouth-on inspections—I bought three favorites and left the store buzzing with anticipation.
Sunday came, bright and warm. I drove to the stunning modern estate in Rancho Mirage—clearly the home of serious wealth. High walls, manicured desert landscaping, palm trees, and an infinity pool overlooking the mountains ensured total privacy. Alex greeted me at the door wearing only a tiny jock, kissing me deeply in welcome. “Everyone’s excited to meet you,” he whispered.
Inside, the party had a different energy than I expected. There were about ten to twelve men total, mostly older guys in their late 50s to mid-70s—fit, successful, confident silver foxes with handsome, weathered faces and strong bodies maintained by money, trainers, and discipline. A handful of younger twinks like Alex mingled among them, adding youthful contrast. Wealth radiated from the setting: sleek modern furniture, expensive art, chilled champagne, and discreet staff who had already disappeared.
“Clothes optional—strongly encouraged optional,” Alex grinned. I changed into one of my new sheer black briefs and stepped out to the pool area. The older men eyed me with open appreciation. Someone immediately handed me a joint of potent, smooth marijuana. I took several deep hits, feeling my usual inhibitions melt away into warm, euphoric relaxation. The desert sun felt hotter on my skin, every breeze more sensual.
The afternoon unfolded into pure hedonistic pleasure. Alex introduced me to his boyfriend, Richard—a distinguished 60-year-old with salt-and-pepper hair, a trimmed beard, broad shoulders, and the confident bearing of a self-made wealthy man. Richard pulled me into a deep, unhurried kiss, his strong hands roaming my back and ass. “Alex told me about you,” he murmured approvingly. “Welcome to the deep end.”
We started on a wide shaded daybed. Alex dropped between my legs, recreating the store blowjob but with luxurious leisure. His talented mouth worked my cock while Richard kissed my neck, pinched my nipples, and fed me hits from the joint. The marijuana amplified every sensation tenfold. Soon other older men joined. A silver-haired silver fox in his late 60s, powerfully built from years of tennis and weights, knelt to rim me thoroughly, his experienced tongue opening me up while I sucked Richard’s thick, impressive cock.
The group dynamic felt generous and unhurried—mostly mature men who knew exactly what they wanted and how to give pleasure. Twinks like Alex flitted between us, eager and playful. I found myself in the middle of a slow, sensual pile of bodies. One distinguished top in his early 60s, Derek, positioned himself behind me with plenty of lube. “Relax, handsome. Let me show you how good it can feel,” he said in a low, commanding voice. He entered me slowly, stretching me open as Richard fed me his cock from the front. The fullness was overwhelming and perfect. Derek fucked me with deep, steady strokes, his hips slapping against my ass while he praised how tight and eager I felt. The weed kept me loose and blissed out as he picked up pace, finally burying himself deep and breeding me with a guttural groan.
The orgy flowed naturally through the sun-drenched afternoon. Older men paired off or formed threesomes and foursomes—experienced hands and mouths exploring with confidence. I watched two silver foxes fucking passionately on a floating raft in the pool while a twink sucked them both in turn. I topped Alex while Richard fucked me from behind in a perfect chain, then switched roles, bottoming for another wealthy top who took his time, edging me for what felt like hours before filling me again. Orgasms came in rolling waves: once down a warm, eager throat, once across the smooth chests of two twinks during a group stroke session, and repeatedly as I was bred by generous older tops who clearly loved claiming sexy, curious men my age.
As evening cooled, we moved inside to the expansive living room with its deep sectional sofas and soft lighting. The pace became slower, more luxurious. I lay back as several mature men worshipped my body—kisses from neck to toes, multiple experienced mouths sharing my cock and balls, fingers and tongues exploring every inch. Richard and I shared a long, intense fuck while Alex rode my face, the three of us lost in mutual pleasure. Edibles circulated, keeping the high glowing warmly into the night.
Later, we soaked in the luxurious hot tub under the desert stars, joints still passing, mature bodies intertwined with younger ones in the bubbling water. Conversation mixed with lazy kisses and caresses. At 60, surrounded by men my age and older who embraced desire without shame, I felt completely liberated. What began as nervous curiosity in a boutique fitting room had become a full embrace of hedonistic freedom—exploring both topping and bottoming with confident, generous men in a world of wealth and discretion.
I left the Rancho Mirage estate late that night with new numbers, a thoroughly satisfied body, and a profoundly changed spirit. Palm Springs had delivered exactly the awakening I hadn’t known I needed

Just recently had a PSA test in my mid 60s. In the last two weeks, including the day before the test had had a lot of play with Aneros toys and real hard physical milking.
Normally, my prostate test would be under 4 but this time it came back at 8.
I have not heard from the doctor yet, but I’m concerned that the elevation was from the constant play and nothing else. Has anybody else had this situation occur.

A couple times in the last week I woke up and I thought perhaps I peed myself. But I’m not sure I’m thinking that perhaps I had multiple aless orgasms. I’m really not quite sure. Age 65. Always trying to work for HFDO orgasms.
Typically, I have about 15 mg of Indica before going to bed a lot of times, not having an orgasm just to stay on edge.

Thoughts.

Looking to get a massage Saturday. If you’re a masseur and available Saturday afternoon or evening, would like a 90 minute massage. Or if you could refer me to a very good one with great skills.

Older mid 60s guy loves getting massages with happy endings. Any referrals appreciated. I prefer 90 minute or more massages.

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