eroticmalemassage:

My First Happy Ending

My husband and I had gone to Vegas for the weekend. We were staying in one of the nicer hotels on the strip and decided to get massages as a special treat. Being that this was one of the higher-end spas in Vegas, I assumed this would be a good but fairly standard massage experience.

I had disliked massages when I was younger - I was always too sensitive and couldn’t relax - but since my late 20s I have tried to get them regularly. I always requested a male therapist because no matter who was massaging me I would become aroused as soon as they touched me. I was much less self-conscious about this with male therapists because I felt they understood the physical response. Most therapists ignored it and a few simply moved my erect penis gingerly as they worked. I found this even more arousing and often fantasized about that quick, professional handling developing into more, but I never went to the kind of massage parlors that I assumed would allow that sort of thing. You know, the massage parlors with the blackened display windows and muscular all-male staff. There are a few of those around New York City.

We arrived for our massages early and were served ice-cold cucumber water as we waited in the warmly lit waiting room. My husband‘s therapist - a thirty-something muscular white guy with a warm smile – arrived first and escorted him into the interior of the spa. We don’t like couple’s massages because hearing the other therapist is often distracting. I waited a few more minutes reading Vanity Fair or whatever other magazine was laying around. My therapist arrived shortly after. He was a little older than the first and not quite as buff but he had cool, razored hair and large stainless steel hoops in his ears. He wore chunky turquoise bracelets which I found surprising because most therapists I worked with wore almost no jewelry as they worked. He escorted me to our room and told that he would be back in a few minutes.

The room was well-appointed but tighter than I expected. Just enough space for the massage table and area for the therapist to move around me. There was low soothing music playing and the candles were lit. I stripped off - I always do massages completely nude - and lay down on the table. Moments later he knocked on the door and entered.

He was rather chatty as he laid a small white towel across my ass and started to massage me. Standard strokes, getting a sense of my body, and asking questions about the pressure I liked, areas of pain, areas I didn’t want touched. I indicated that all areas were fair game but my lower back always requires special attention. He asked where I was from; we talked about where we lived, how I wound up in New York and how he came to Vegas.

I’m not sure how much time passed with me on my stomach and him working on my back. When he was working on my lower back, he kept hitting the little white towel that was covering my butt. I laughed and said that he could move it if it was in the way. He pulled it away but kept working just above my ass. He went down to work on my legs. We kept talking and I was being lulled almost to sleep by his rhythmic movements. Of course, my dick was completely hard and laying on it made my butt push up slightly into the air. Suddenly I realized his hands were working slowly up my inner thigh.

I felt them sweep higher and higher. I kept waiting for it to stop but then I felt his fingers graze the underside of my balls. I thought maybe he had just lost himself in the movement but then he did it again. This time more slowly and deliberately. His fingers moved smoothly up through my crack, almost as if that was a natural stroke of the massage. I heard myself moan.

“Okay, you should flip over.”

I did as he said and he slowly laid the towel back over my erection. He started massaging my chest. Slowly, he move towards my abs.

“Can I rub your tummy?”

I laughed and nodded. He rubbed lower. His hands grazed my head which was just starting to glisten. Reaching almost to my belly button, my cock was only half concealed by the towel at this point. His hands moved down to my pelvis, rubbing firmly but gently. His fingers slipped through my pubic hair. The towel slipped down and off to the side. I may have moaned again.

Then his hands were on my dick. I almost stopped breathing as I realized what was happening. He didn’t speak as his hands moved up and down my shaft. One hand cupping my balls as the other started working around the head of my cock. He worked slowly, deliberately. His movements maintained the same rhythm he had used throughout the massage. Slowly he started speeding up, working up and down my dick. First with one hand, then with both. I could feel the pre-come oozing as he coaxed it out of my cock.

My heartbeat was already racing when the warmth of his mouth engulfed me. He just wanted to taste my pre-jizz because he licked, tasted, and then straightened up again.

My breath came back as I started to throb in his hands. His grip became firmer. The light oil on his hands felt silky as he began to pump me. My right hand edged closer to him. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for his crotch. But with his free hand, he reached down and put my hand back on the table. He never stopped his stroke.

I was breathing in short, barely audible breaths.

“Shhh…”

I felt my balls tightening. His body was slowly rocking with his motion. His hand went from working the whole shaft to focusing on my head. Then with his other hand he reached under my balls and slipped a finger down into my crack. He gently rolled his fingertip around my hole. My knees shot up and suddenly I was shooting cum all over myself. I came on my beard, down my neck, and across my nipples.

“Damn.”

He smiled. He reached back and took a moist towel from the heater. He cleaned me up wiping the cum from my neck, chest and belly button. He wiped off my cock and replaced the modesty towel.

“There, now you can really relax.”

To his credit, he resumed the massage as he had before. I expected that perhaps my orgasm would be the end of his duties, but he returned to my legs, rubbing them firmly and finished by massaging my feet. He took his time with the same rhythmic motion.

His hands glided up my body to my shoulders. He pulled my neck and then leaned in close to my ear.

“We have come to the end of our massage. It was a pleasure working with you. And, by the way, that didn’t happen. At least not outside of this room.”

He left, quietly pulling the door behind him.

dare2bar3:

Me, the masseur

So as you might know I love receiving massages, I’m actually really good at giving them too. So I’ve started doing it for free & for fun - this is a story of a guy I met last week…

We’d been chatting for a few months before, we’d swapped photos & he looked really handsome - we’d only shared face pics, but he just looked so hot that I honestly couldn’t wait to meet. We’d swapped phone numbers anyway & arranged to meet at his place after work on Friday.

I think he was a bit nervous to give his address to an online stranger which is fair enough, so we met outside & then walked in together. He was even better looking in person than the photo he’d shared with me in advance: tall, slim, short dark hair & nicely tanned skin. We walked the few seconds to his flat & I followed him inside.

Once inside we chatted for a few minutes about work & our respective weeks, it felt nice & natural - him saying what a tough week he’d had though I used as a good way to suggest we should maybe start with the massage

So we went to his room & I chatted a bit about how it worked, I said we could either do it naked, or keep underwear on - I could see he was still slightly nervous as he decided to start off by leaving his underwear on, I did the same to make sure he felt comfortable & could enjoy his massage. When we stripped down though his body was so beautiful. Lean, tanned with broad swimmer’s shoulders. He had very slight body hair on his chest but short dark hair under his arms & athletic, hairy legs too. He left on a pair of loose black boxers.

Following my direction he lay face down on his bed, facing the end of the bed where I kneeled in front of him. As he turned to lie down I saw his loose boxers sticking out at the front, he clearly had a semi so was as excited about the massage as I was, my heart raced… He was tall so my torso pressed against the top of his head as I started the massage, moving down the spine from his shoulders to his lower back & repeating in long slow rhythmic circles. I worked his shoulders for some time & we chatted easily, his skin was so smooth & felt amazing under the oil.

He said how good the massage felt & I knew that any nervousness he’d had at the start was going. I moved on to the bed & sat alongside him, continuing to work his back & his arms, each arm in turn down to his hands & fingers. Checking he was ok, I straddled him gently, my knees either side of his bum as I used my forearm & elbow to put a bit more pressure on his back. I was fully hard now & as I leaned forward into the moves he must’ve felt my hard cock rubbing between his ass cheeks, only 2 layers of cotton underwear separating us. From this position I also massaged his ear lobes & his neck, he felt so fcuking sexy I was oozing precum into my underwear.

I moved on to his legs, starting with his right & working his ankle up to the back of his thigh, my hands slipping slightly up into his boxers… his leg hair felt so good under my fingers, coarse & masculine. I asked him if he’d like to keep his underwear on, or take them off at this point… he thought for a few seconds & decided to slip them off. I helped him as he wriggled out, I didn’t see anything from the front, but he had a beautiful firm butt, lightly hairy & his cheeks pressed tightly together.

It felt amazing to massage his ass & continue the strokes down his thigh, he said again how good it felt. I parted his legs slightly so I could easily massage the inside of his thigh, this gave me a view of his balls & I made sure my fingers brushed against them as I massaged. Just enough to feel amazing for him without being overtly sexual. As I rubbed his buttocks I spread his cheeks to enjoy a sneaky glimpse of his beautiful tight hole.

After I finished his second leg I asked if he was ready to turn over & he said he was, he wriggled himself over to lay on his back as I knelt by his side. He had a treasure trail of short dark hair from his belly button down to his neatly shaved pubes. His cock looked incredible, it was soft & lay to one side down his leg, slim, long & with a beautiful foreskin. It looked like the most perfect cock in the world. He lay back with his eyes closed in relaxed bliss for me to continue the massage.

Not taking my eyes off his cock for one moment, I started on the front of his left leg. As I worked I saw his cock gradually uncurl itself as it swelled up, becoming progressively harder until it was pointing towards his belly button, the swelling continued until it lifted itself off his stomach completely & angled skywards, pulsing every few seconds with involuntary pleasure.

I worked both his legs, not touching his cock, leaving him in anticipation to accentuate the sensation when I would… I moved up now to his shoulders, chest & the tops of his arms, as I rubbed gently over his nipples his lips parted to give a moan of pleasure. I played with him here a few moments longer, his cock now like a rod but swaying slightly side to side as my massage strokes moved his body.

I massaged from under the small of his back & across his ribs, as I did so I allowed just the hairs on my forearm to ever so slightly rub the tip of his cock, his foreskin still intact even though he was fully hard, I could see moist precum glistening as he lay back with his eyes closed, every few moments offering an ecstatic moan.

Finally I moved to stroke softly up the inside of his thighs & gently take his balls into my hand, rubbing underneath, in between his balls & his ass. Sensing he wouldn’t object at all now I leant down to take his cock in my mouth, my tongue teasing into his foreskin & loving the taste of his salty precum. He moaned how good it felt…. I played with his nipples while I sucked his cock, taking all of him into my mouth & nearly chocking myself.

He’d started to play with me now too, his hands searched out my cock & pulling off my underwear to join him naked & oiled up. He pulled me on top of him & we kissed, slowly & sensually, the whole time my hands exploring his body, daring to go just one stage further & tease his asshole with my finger, literally everything about this guy was perfect.

I pressed our cocks together & wanked them as if they were one massive thick cock before changing position to suck him once again, for longer this time - I could’ve stayed there all night. I reluctantly moved again tho & lay beside him now, pressed against him with my head on his chest, my tongue licking his right nipple & my hard cock resting on his thigh I started to wank him to climax. His moans were so close now in my ear & he was gasping short intakes of pleasure. “I’m gonna cum” he said to warn me as thick jets of hot white spunk shot out over his stomach covering his cock & my hand

We lay tangled together as I played gently with his cock, rubbing his warm cum into his skin & just soaking up the sensation… finally, reluctantly he got up to go clean himself, we dressed, kissed more & agreed to arrange another massage sometime soon ‍♂️