A massage is one of those things that I can never get enough of. They put me in a place that I never want to come back from. Unfortunately, up until now, I had always gotten massages from women and no matter how much I wish they would just keep going up under the towel, they never do. I had hit a bit of a dry spell in my sexual partners and was in much need of any human contact.
I found an ad for a professional masseur that told he enjoyed massaging athletic men who needed the muscle and skeletal therapy. I being of that type and having been very active that week was in much need of getting the massage. I had spent a few sessions in a male physical therapist’s office and had enjoyed the stronger hands and feeling and was quite comfortable having a guy massage my back.
So on a winter’s cold day, I decided I would answer his ad and after a short time, he answered me back. He asked me what I looked like and I told him I am six foot tall, about one hundred eighty pounds, and at the time, I was twenty. He asked me what I was looking for and I told him I was in need of a good massage and that I was sore from working and playing on the slopes. He said that he was a professional and specialized in therapeutic massage and that he has an office at his house that he works out of. He told me he was forty-five and lived alone and that I could come over this evening if I felt comfortable enough. I told him that I could make that work and after a shower, I was on my way over around 8 pm.
I had never gone to someone’s residence for a massage and I was a bit unsure at first, but when he told his address I knew that he lived in a very private, upscale place that was protected by lots of acreage. As I pulled up to his roundabout I saw a huge two-story home and next to it was a large carport with an upstairs office. I texted him that I was there and I was greeted at the door by a very polite older gentleman named Dave who was a little shorter than I, with a thin build. He walked me inside and I followed him upstairs to what looked like a lavish guest house with all the furnishings. He showed me around the place a little and asked if I needed anything. He showed me into this large room that had the massage table and said it was all ready for me. He told me to get undressed and cover myself with the towel and he would knock before he came in.
I took my time getting familiar with the room. I checked out the oil and the CD that was playing calming music. I got undressed and decided to take everything off even though I was a bit hesitant about the situation. I climbed on the table and lay face down and slid the towel over my exposed butt. My heart was racing as it always does when I’m in a situation that I’m not comfortable with.
He knocked on the door and I heard him open and shut it behind him. He asked me if I was comfortable, and being honest, I told him I was a bit nervous and had never done this before. I told him I had previous massages but never from a guy, and he told me that it was okay; he would help me relax. He walked up to me and began to touch between my shoulders and my neck and down my back. He grabbed my arms and slid them to my side and I began to relax. He asked me if I had anywhere specific to focus on and I told him I was pretty much just sore all over.
He grabbed the warm oil and began to pour it over my back; this was the point where all my cares in the world went away and I was in total ecstasy. He started by rubbing my shoulders down to my fingers one at a time, then he moved to stretch out my hands. After a few minutes, he moved to my back and my neck and was really getting deep into my sore muscles. He asked if I liked the pressure and I could barely speak but squeezed out a ‘yes!’
He then moved down to my legs and began at my feet and slowly worked the oil up to my knees. It was then that I realized he was probably able to see up the towel a bit and it was then that he slid one side of the towel over to uncover part of my left cheek. However, I did not protest it because his hands began working the outside of my thigh and into my glutes.
He stopped and got more oil and the moment he touched my leg again I was back in ecstasy and enjoying the feeling. He worked my left side for a few minutes and began to work my inner thigh. I was relieved when he pulled the towel back over and moved back to my other foot. He did the same thing on the other side but he moved the towel over before he was done with my right foot. I could hear his breathing and could tell that he was maybe enjoying this as much as I was. He stopped for a moment to get more oil and the next thing I felt was the oil being poured directly on my right cheek. The warm oil was such a turn-on that for a second I forgot that it was a guy pouring it on me. I think he noticed I liked it because he placed a hand on my butt and began to push the oil into my body.
I could feel the oil dripping down my butt and the feeling of it running into my tight hole was a new awakening for me. My arousal was at such a high that my cock was starting to harden. I had to adjust or I felt like I was going to break it in half. The problem was he was deeply focused on massaging my thigh and cheek. I lifted my ass ever so slightly to adjust and in doing so I felt the towel slide further off me and fully expose my ass. I was able to push my cock down between my thighs and was relieved that I hadn’t broken it. I think right then he realized how turned on I was because he asked if he could remove the towel. Knowing that he had already seen my ass, I decided to let him, and maybe I would relax again.
He slowly pulled the towel away and, hearing him skip a breath, I knew he liked what he saw. My heart rate was back up and my hard-on had gone away as I felt vulnerable and nervous again. He returned to my right side and began massaging my outer thigh and cheek; he was working the oil really well and I knew he was getting a good view of my tight ass. I was beginning to enjoy myself again and the massage was feeling beyond great. He moved up to my lower back and back to my butt, working both sides and sliding his hand across from side to side. I soon enjoyed the feeling of being touched and I was lost again in ecstasy.
I had my head in the opening and was unable to see this whole time but I was starting to wonder if he was aroused, what was next and what would I do if he began touching me further. It was then that I felt him pouring the warm oil over my ass and between my cheeks. It was that instant where I decided I didn’t care what happened. I was so turned on by the feeling that I started to flex my hips and push my ass up a bit. I wanted it, and he knew I did because his hands started sliding up and down again near my hole. He was running his fingers and his thumbs inside my thighs and began circling my ass. My cock was hard again and I could feel his fingers teasing the tip of my cock. It was getting so hot and I was loving the feeling so much. I could feel his warm breath as he lowered himself closer and I about came when I felt his wet tongue against my hole.
I didn’t care anymore that I was face down with my ass in the air while the masseur had his tongue teasing and pushing into my tight virgin hole. His hand was stroking the tip of my cock and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. His tongue stopped and his hand let go of my cock just before I shot my cum everywhere.
He told me to turn over as I heard him undressing. This was the point I knew I wouldn’t turn back. I lay on my back and watched as he got undressed and his hard cock sprang free. He grabbed the towel and I watched him walk to my head and cover my eyes with the towel. My cock was so hard when I felt his mouth slide over the head and into his warm mouth it went. I lay there unable to see with my hands clenched to my side as he began sucking me up and down. After a few seconds, he stopped and he grabbed my hand and pulled it towards him. My hand relaxed as I felt him place his cock in my hand, and I began to stroke him good and hard.
I was disappointed when he pulled away, but when he took the towel away and stood next to my head I knew why. He had his cock next to my face and without hesitation, I grabbed his cock and licked the tip. Tasting it for the first time was so far beyond words that I knew I wasn’t going to stop. I slowly slid my lips around the head and began sliding my mouth up and down his thick shaft.
He reached down and was stroking my cock in rhythm to my mouth and I told him I was close. He stopped stroking and I began licking the underside of his cock and licked his balls. I began sucking harder and deeper and I felt his cock start to swell. I knew he was going to cum soon and he said he wanted to cum on my face. He began stroking me again and I knew I was going to cum hard.
With his cock in my mouth, I reached down and grabbed my cock and began to stroke myself as he pulled his swollen cock out of my mouth. He arched back and pushed his cock against my lips and shot his cum all over my lips and face, covering my cheek at the same time my cum shot up my chest and even landed on my chin.
He wiped every drop of his cum on my lips and I finally stopped shooting cum. There I lay, totally spent, covered in both our warm cum and completely satisfied. He handed me a towel and I quickly wiped the cum off my face and chest. I was sad it was over but after he let me shower and I left, I knew I would return for another massage.
