A while back, I posted about my first experience with Brandon, reference page 183 of this thread. This is my next story, it happened about a year later.
Brandon had moved to a new house and when I arrived he was wearing a wife-beater and white jersey shorts. The main house stunk of stale cigarettes, but he led me to the massage studio in an attached sunroom with lots of natural sunlight, though the blinds were closed. Thankfully, it didn't stink. Similar to his first massage, he asked me to undress and lie face-down on the table. No mention of draping this time, and I didn't ask... so off came my shirt, socks, pants, and finally my boxer-briefs.
The massage started as normal, he spent time on my back and shoulders first. I found myself adjusting my package a few times early on, I had recently shaved my pubes and my sack was sticking to my leg. As he moved onto my lower back and legs, his strokes were longer and more connected. Totally nude was definitely better than being draped. I may have squirmed a little more than the first time, but only because I was settling in to the erotic mystery. I angled my butt a little higher and spread my legs a little more than necessary. He massaged my legs, really focusing on the muscles and getting all the way up, squeezing my butt some, but not yet going into my crack. I smiled (face-down) each time the tips of his fingers brushed my balls. Slowly, I started growing. By the time it was time to flip over, I had an unmistakable erection (maybe not vein-popping, but 3/4), was flushed and breathing heavily, and had started leaking precum. I thought to myself, "This is normal. He wants to see this. I'm still straight. Just don't engage."
I avoided any eye-contact as I flipped over, then stretched out a little and adjusted as necessary to get comfy. I closed my eyes tight and let him work while I tried to calm my breathing, heartbeat, and erection. He worked my chest, but no nipple play (thankfully, I don't like that). He massaged and stretched my arms, and then went back to my legs. He pulled and stretched my legs, which caused my softening cock to bounce around some, leaving small drips of precum on my stomach. Finally, he started intensely rubbing the inside of my thighs in circles, essentially stroking the sides of my balls with the outside of his fingers. I smiled but kept my eyes closed and didn't say a word. I opened the angle of my legs a tiny bit and mildly did a pelvic thrust. My cock grew large again and he took immediate notice. His hands flipped around and gracefully took my balls in hand while my shaft now rested against his arm. He used that hand to hold my cock and the other to gently massage my balls and taint. OMG it felt so good.
After a minute he broke the silence and said, "I hope you feel totally relaxed." I giggled and replied "getting there!"
At this point, his oily hands flat-stroked my shaft, approaching it from every direction. I couldn't believe it, I was getting a happy ending! The flat-strokes turned into firm grips, and I errupted with cum soon after. I thought to myself, "Holy shit! What the hell just happened? Am I gay?" He towed me off and spent a minute or two giving me a final rubdown.
I said thanks, got dressed, paid him, and got out of there fast, praying not to see anybody I knew.
Brandon had moved to a new house and when I arrived he was wearing a wife-beater and white jersey shorts. The main house stunk of stale cigarettes, but he led me to the massage studio in an attached sunroom with lots of natural sunlight, though the blinds were closed. Thankfully, it didn't stink. Similar to his first massage, he asked me to undress and lie face-down on the table. No mention of draping this time, and I didn't ask... so off came my shirt, socks, pants, and finally my boxer-briefs.
The massage started as normal, he spent time on my back and shoulders first. I found myself adjusting my package a few times early on, I had recently shaved my pubes and my sack was sticking to my leg. As he moved onto my lower back and legs, his strokes were longer and more connected. Totally nude was definitely better than being draped. I may have squirmed a little more than the first time, but only because I was settling in to the erotic mystery. I angled my butt a little higher and spread my legs a little more than necessary. He massaged my legs, really focusing on the muscles and getting all the way up, squeezing my butt some, but not yet going into my crack. I smiled (face-down) each time the tips of his fingers brushed my balls. Slowly, I started growing. By the time it was time to flip over, I had an unmistakable erection (maybe not vein-popping, but 3/4), was flushed and breathing heavily, and had started leaking precum. I thought to myself, "This is normal. He wants to see this. I'm still straight. Just don't engage."
I avoided any eye-contact as I flipped over, then stretched out a little and adjusted as necessary to get comfy. I closed my eyes tight and let him work while I tried to calm my breathing, heartbeat, and erection. He worked my chest, but no nipple play (thankfully, I don't like that). He massaged and stretched my arms, and then went back to my legs. He pulled and stretched my legs, which caused my softening cock to bounce around some, leaving small drips of precum on my stomach. Finally, he started intensely rubbing the inside of my thighs in circles, essentially stroking the sides of my balls with the outside of his fingers. I smiled but kept my eyes closed and didn't say a word. I opened the angle of my legs a tiny bit and mildly did a pelvic thrust. My cock grew large again and he took immediate notice. His hands flipped around and gracefully took my balls in hand while my shaft now rested against his arm. He used that hand to hold my cock and the other to gently massage my balls and taint. OMG it felt so good.
After a minute he broke the silence and said, "I hope you feel totally relaxed." I giggled and replied "getting there!"
At this point, his oily hands flat-stroked my shaft, approaching it from every direction. I couldn't believe it, I was getting a happy ending! The flat-strokes turned into firm grips, and I errupted with cum soon after. I thought to myself, "Holy shit! What the hell just happened? Am I gay?" He towed me off and spent a minute or two giving me a final rubdown.
I said thanks, got dressed, paid him, and got out of there fast, praying not to see anybody I knew.
