My favourite masseur in London was someone I randomly found on gumtree. I found a few reviews but really didn’t know what to expect. The first time I went to him, I was a little surprised by the location, it being in a random flat on a main road, but thought don’t judge a book by its cover and all that.
When I went in, he pointed me to the shower, so I stripped off naked and went to shower quickly. When I returned, he was in his underwear putting on some music, so I dried off, asked him where he wanted me and got on the table accordingly. He dried me more thoroughly with a towel and I heard something else drop, which I later found out was his boxers. He began the massage, and I immediately knew it was going to be incredible. Long deep, strokes, working the muscles with powerful hands rather than relying on elbows, and, although there was some pain as he worked through some of the deeper knots, it was an incredibly relaxing experience as he spent a long time on my back. Fortunately, I had booked two hours and I relaxed entirely knowing that I had a lot of time.
I was somewhere between sleep and awake when he started moving down to my legs. The strong, deep muscle work continued there and I was roused slightly when he got to my glutes. His powerful hands were deep and thorough, keeping me straddled somewhere between pleasure and pain as he eased all the tension from sitting at a desk while also not shying away from touching any part of me. He frequently grazed my balls, treated my taint as just another body part to massage and was comfortable stroking around my hole. After several blissful minutes, and with the pool of precum building, he asked me to flip over.
As I turned over, I got my first glimpse of his very impressive uncut dick, which hung comfortably and casually. He continued the massage, being just as thorough on the front as on the back. Although he had been rather nonchalant with touching me, and was naked, there was still part of me that was unsure if there was going to be a happy ending. However, as he moved up my legs, he caressed my balls and allowed his hand to frequently make contact with my dick, which jerked and dribbled precum with every light touch. He then moved up to my chest and gave my pecs a deep massage, which included my nipples. I was throbbing at this point and as he moved on to my stomach, he allowed his hands to go all the way down and touch the base of my dick frequently, which shuddered and bounced back into place every time.
He then oiled his hands up, and started stroking my shaft, using both hands and moving from the base all the way to the top of the head. I lifted my hand to touch his dick and, although he remained soft, he did not stop me playing with his foreskin and his balls as he expertly built up the tension in my groin. As my breathing got heavier, he grabbed my balls with one hand and increased his cadence with the other, bringing me off in a large eruption of cum and euphoria. I felt numb, as if all of my energy had just been shot out of the end of my cock. He cleaned me up gently and waited for me to come around.
I visited several times after that. One time which particularly stuck in my mind was this time when after he asked me to flip over, I was already throbbing. He called attention to this, and said although it’s better at the end, did I want to cum then? I nodded and he sat on the edge of the table, spat on my dick and made me cum using only that as a lube, which was incredibly hot. Then at the end of the massage, seeing I was at full mast again, he this time used his more traditional oil to bring me to a second, albeit still large, load. His joking with me about cumming a lot twice, as well as the image of him spitting on my dick are great memories, ones I have used several times.