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This happened about 10 years ago but I still think about it and have a bit of a massage fetish because of it! Apologies if this is a bit long, but the slow-burn made it even hotter for me and I have these memories now to look back on!
I was having serious back issues and started seeing a chiropractor for the pain. They wanted to do saline trigger point injections for myofascial pain... which is basically an instant (and far less pleasurable) way to achieve the same results as a massage. So I decided to start getting weekly massages instead. I found an LMT online that was convenient and priced right and I booked my first appointment. My doctor gave me a letter of medical necessity, so I was even able to pay for the sessions from my HSA.
It was clear from meeting him that he was also gay, but I didn't really get any kind of vibes or anything from him. The first massage was pretty normal, we talked a bit during the massage and he truly was very good at his work. I had opted to start with deep tissue work focusing largely on my back and then some relaxation massage to close to help me relax and ease some of the soreness that deep tissue can cause. I felt like a million bucks when I left and was looking forward to the next session.
Things continued like that for a few sessions, we chatted on and off and I definitely wasn't shy about making noise when it felt good. He was really good at getting all of the tension out of my back and, combined with the chiropractor, things were definitely helping to alleviate the back problems. Things got really stressful and busy with work, so I was having trouble working my chiro appointments and massage into my schedule so I went almost a month without either. The pain in my back had definitely flared up and was actually causing some weird numbness in my legs. I reached out to the LMT and he said he actually had a cancellation that afternoon, but that it was only an hour block if that was ok (we usually did 90 minutes). I was grateful for the prospect of getting some relief from the pain and immediately said yes!
When I got to his studio it was as it always was. He greeted me in the massage room and asked for a bit more details on what I was experiencing. He stepped out while I stripped down and got under the sheet that he had on the bed. I started out face down as normal so he could start on my back. He was definitely feeling all the knots that had formed in the time since I had last seen him and the pressure felt incredible. he spent a lot of time on the outside of my hip, and I could feel that it was relieving the nerve tingling in my legs. As he worked he talked about how the muscle knots can pinch nerves, especially along the butt and hips and that sometimes causes periphery pain in the legs. There was zero chance that I could hide my pleasure at the relief and moaned more than once.
Knowing we only had an hour together, he asked me to flip over so that he could work on the nerve pain directly. Because he had to work on my hip and my leg, he folded the sheet over in half exposing basically the whole right half of my lower body but keeping my crotch covered. As he worked on my leg, the rocking back and forth made the sheet rub against my dick. It definitely felt incredible, and it caused me to start to get a semi. I hadn't gotten a hard-on in any of our prior massages, but I wasn't embarrassed or ashamed about it because it felt completely natural. As he continued working, the tent my cock was forming with the sheet was becoming more and more obvious. He didn't say anything about it and just kept working, but more than once the sheet would slip off and leave me completely exposed, my dick pointing straight up to the ceiling. He would move the sheet back on and tuck it under a bit, but we both knew it was pointless.
The hour was up and he asked how I was feeling. I said that I could definitely tell the pain was better and I was glad I was able to come in today! I told him I still liked being able to have a longer session but I was grateful for the hour. He told me he was sorry we couldn't do our normal 90, since he had another client after me. I said I understood completely and that I would book with more notice next time. Then he caught me off guard and said. Well, she only booked an hour, so if you wanted to come back in about an hour and a half we could go for more time. He told me she was his last client for the day so he didn't mind extending his hours a bit for me to be able to get a full session. I immediately said yes, and thanked him for being so accommodating. He gave the usual advice about drinking lots of water since we had done so much deep tissue work. I paid as usual and then left.
As I left my heart was pounding because I could definitely feel tension in the offer to come back. I had never had two sessions in one day before, and every interaction we had up until that point had been completely professional. Although we had chit-chatted a bit during our sessions, everything had been super above board. His studio was near a strip mall, so I went and killed time a bit instead of going home. The entire time I was waiting I was equal parts nervous and excited.
When it was finally time to head back, I could feel that butterfly excitement that something is about to happen as I walked in. When he greeted me this time he locked the door to the studio behind us and turned the crafty "Come on in" sign to "See you tomorrow." He told me I was his last client for the day. He led me to the massage room as usual, and said he would let me undress and come back to in a bit when I was ready. As I turned to face the table I saw that it was covered with the fitted sheet, but that there was no additional sheet for draping. I undressed and folded my clothes, placing them on the chair, and I climbed onto the table face down.
He came in not long after, and neither of us remarked on the lack of a draping sheet. He kept the conversation light, saying he was sorry again about the short session but was glad that I had the availability to come back. I told him again it was no problem and said I was grateful for his willingness to extend his day. He was using warmed oil this time, completely different from the biotone cream he usually used. He was covering every inch of my back side this time with long strokes, not avoiding my buttocks, inner thighs, or any sensitive areas that my therapeutic massages with him usuall covered. Of course, I was rock hard and took an opportunity while he re-oiled his hands to adjust my hard on so that it pointed down. I didn't feel the need to pretend this wasn't what I was doing, and he could clearly see the head of my dick pointing down the split between my legs.
He continued on my back for a while and then said I should turn over. When I did, I was fully boned up and once again pointing at his ceiling, this time with no tent to cover it up. He continued massaging all over my front, clearly not just intending to make this a quick rub and tug. His hands didn't avoid my hardon and he incorporated strokes all along my body along with sensual playing with my cock. He was a master at his craft and it was clear that his talent as a massage therapist extended to all types of massage!
He didn't go our of his way to put his bulge into my hands, but with all the work across my body it was inevitable that I could feel his package bumping into my body, arms, and especially my hands. I opened up my palms and let his package cup into my hands. It was obvious he was as boned up as I was and I told him he could get comfortable. He said "not yet," and continued massaging my front. After about ten more minutes, incorporating increasingly more cock play into the massage, he slid down his scrub pants to reveal a fully strained pair of blue and white briefs.
I rubbed his cock through the briefs while he continued massaging me. As he could tell that I was getting close he took off the briefs and let the full weight of his cock fall into my hands. He wasn't huge, but he had a nice cock that was a healthy 7 inches or so. Thick, with a large head. He turned all of his attention to my own cock now and was only stroking my dick, not massaging any other parts of my body, as I got right to the edge I told him I was going to cum and he changed his strokes to be more like a squeeze and pump, blasting cum straight out of me and drenching my chest, the table, and even my face! I kept pumping on his cock as well, and as soon as I started cumming he dumped his wad too all over the floor below the table.
He grabbed one of the small hand towels nearby and cleaned the jizz, sweat, and oil off my body. He first focused on mopping me up, and then grabbed a clean towel to get most of the oil off so that I could comfortably dress. He helped me off the table and said he was glad I was willing to come back for an enjoyable time.
I told him I would definitely be seeing him again soon, and we both chatted a bit while getting dressed. I gave him a hug and said goodbye. I knew for certain I was going to book a longer session for my next appointment, and couldn't wait to come back!
I was having serious back issues and started seeing a chiropractor for the pain. They wanted to do saline trigger point injections for myofascial pain... which is basically an instant (and far less pleasurable) way to achieve the same results as a massage. So I decided to start getting weekly massages instead. I found an LMT online that was convenient and priced right and I booked my first appointment. My doctor gave me a letter of medical necessity, so I was even able to pay for the sessions from my HSA.
It was clear from meeting him that he was also gay, but I didn't really get any kind of vibes or anything from him. The first massage was pretty normal, we talked a bit during the massage and he truly was very good at his work. I had opted to start with deep tissue work focusing largely on my back and then some relaxation massage to close to help me relax and ease some of the soreness that deep tissue can cause. I felt like a million bucks when I left and was looking forward to the next session.
Things continued like that for a few sessions, we chatted on and off and I definitely wasn't shy about making noise when it felt good. He was really good at getting all of the tension out of my back and, combined with the chiropractor, things were definitely helping to alleviate the back problems. Things got really stressful and busy with work, so I was having trouble working my chiro appointments and massage into my schedule so I went almost a month without either. The pain in my back had definitely flared up and was actually causing some weird numbness in my legs. I reached out to the LMT and he said he actually had a cancellation that afternoon, but that it was only an hour block if that was ok (we usually did 90 minutes). I was grateful for the prospect of getting some relief from the pain and immediately said yes!
When I got to his studio it was as it always was. He greeted me in the massage room and asked for a bit more details on what I was experiencing. He stepped out while I stripped down and got under the sheet that he had on the bed. I started out face down as normal so he could start on my back. He was definitely feeling all the knots that had formed in the time since I had last seen him and the pressure felt incredible. he spent a lot of time on the outside of my hip, and I could feel that it was relieving the nerve tingling in my legs. As he worked he talked about how the muscle knots can pinch nerves, especially along the butt and hips and that sometimes causes periphery pain in the legs. There was zero chance that I could hide my pleasure at the relief and moaned more than once.
Knowing we only had an hour together, he asked me to flip over so that he could work on the nerve pain directly. Because he had to work on my hip and my leg, he folded the sheet over in half exposing basically the whole right half of my lower body but keeping my crotch covered. As he worked on my leg, the rocking back and forth made the sheet rub against my dick. It definitely felt incredible, and it caused me to start to get a semi. I hadn't gotten a hard-on in any of our prior massages, but I wasn't embarrassed or ashamed about it because it felt completely natural. As he continued working, the tent my cock was forming with the sheet was becoming more and more obvious. He didn't say anything about it and just kept working, but more than once the sheet would slip off and leave me completely exposed, my dick pointing straight up to the ceiling. He would move the sheet back on and tuck it under a bit, but we both knew it was pointless.
The hour was up and he asked how I was feeling. I said that I could definitely tell the pain was better and I was glad I was able to come in today! I told him I still liked being able to have a longer session but I was grateful for the hour. He told me he was sorry we couldn't do our normal 90, since he had another client after me. I said I understood completely and that I would book with more notice next time. Then he caught me off guard and said. Well, she only booked an hour, so if you wanted to come back in about an hour and a half we could go for more time. He told me she was his last client for the day so he didn't mind extending his hours a bit for me to be able to get a full session. I immediately said yes, and thanked him for being so accommodating. He gave the usual advice about drinking lots of water since we had done so much deep tissue work. I paid as usual and then left.
As I left my heart was pounding because I could definitely feel tension in the offer to come back. I had never had two sessions in one day before, and every interaction we had up until that point had been completely professional. Although we had chit-chatted a bit during our sessions, everything had been super above board. His studio was near a strip mall, so I went and killed time a bit instead of going home. The entire time I was waiting I was equal parts nervous and excited.
When it was finally time to head back, I could feel that butterfly excitement that something is about to happen as I walked in. When he greeted me this time he locked the door to the studio behind us and turned the crafty "Come on in" sign to "See you tomorrow." He told me I was his last client for the day. He led me to the massage room as usual, and said he would let me undress and come back to in a bit when I was ready. As I turned to face the table I saw that it was covered with the fitted sheet, but that there was no additional sheet for draping. I undressed and folded my clothes, placing them on the chair, and I climbed onto the table face down.
He came in not long after, and neither of us remarked on the lack of a draping sheet. He kept the conversation light, saying he was sorry again about the short session but was glad that I had the availability to come back. I told him again it was no problem and said I was grateful for his willingness to extend his day. He was using warmed oil this time, completely different from the biotone cream he usually used. He was covering every inch of my back side this time with long strokes, not avoiding my buttocks, inner thighs, or any sensitive areas that my therapeutic massages with him usuall covered. Of course, I was rock hard and took an opportunity while he re-oiled his hands to adjust my hard on so that it pointed down. I didn't feel the need to pretend this wasn't what I was doing, and he could clearly see the head of my dick pointing down the split between my legs.
He continued on my back for a while and then said I should turn over. When I did, I was fully boned up and once again pointing at his ceiling, this time with no tent to cover it up. He continued massaging all over my front, clearly not just intending to make this a quick rub and tug. His hands didn't avoid my hardon and he incorporated strokes all along my body along with sensual playing with my cock. He was a master at his craft and it was clear that his talent as a massage therapist extended to all types of massage!
He didn't go our of his way to put his bulge into my hands, but with all the work across my body it was inevitable that I could feel his package bumping into my body, arms, and especially my hands. I opened up my palms and let his package cup into my hands. It was obvious he was as boned up as I was and I told him he could get comfortable. He said "not yet," and continued massaging my front. After about ten more minutes, incorporating increasingly more cock play into the massage, he slid down his scrub pants to reveal a fully strained pair of blue and white briefs.
I rubbed his cock through the briefs while he continued massaging me. As he could tell that I was getting close he took off the briefs and let the full weight of his cock fall into my hands. He wasn't huge, but he had a nice cock that was a healthy 7 inches or so. Thick, with a large head. He turned all of his attention to my own cock now and was only stroking my dick, not massaging any other parts of my body, as I got right to the edge I told him I was going to cum and he changed his strokes to be more like a squeeze and pump, blasting cum straight out of me and drenching my chest, the table, and even my face! I kept pumping on his cock as well, and as soon as I started cumming he dumped his wad too all over the floor below the table.
He grabbed one of the small hand towels nearby and cleaned the jizz, sweat, and oil off my body. He first focused on mopping me up, and then grabbed a clean towel to get most of the oil off so that I could comfortably dress. He helped me off the table and said he was glad I was willing to come back for an enjoyable time.
I told him I would definitely be seeing him again soon, and we both chatted a bit while getting dressed. I gave him a hug and said goodbye. I knew for certain I was going to book a longer session for my next appointment, and couldn't wait to come back!
I've only had one massage experience but it was great. Hooked up on Craigslist. His post was great - straight forward and direct: he said he was a licensed therapist during the day but liked giving free happy ending massages in his off hours. Plus he liked giving all-over oral. I went to his apartment, stripped, and laid face down on his table. He gave a nice gentle rubdown, obviously enjoying just feeling me up. He spread my legs a little and buried his face in my ass and ate me out for a long time. I flipped over, he sucked me for a while, then used a masturbation sleeve to jack me off. Felt AMAZING.
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I love getting a massage. Over the past twenty five years, I’ve had more than I can count. Some good; some mediocre and a few that were just plain bad. And then there a a few that were memorable and became cherished memories. This is one of the cherished memories:
His name was Greg and he advertised in the gay newspaper in Orlando under the "therapeutic massage" section in the classified ads. This was back in the early 90’s, before there were so many online options. Platforms like RentMasseur, Masseurfinder, etc., did not exist then.
I called and he answered. I inquired about his massage services, and he detailed the length of sessions available, costs, his training, and his availability. I was in town for a meeting and explained that I would be busy most of the day but available in the evening. He offered both in-call and out-call services, and I opted to have him come to me at my hotel. We settled on 8:00 p.m. for the appointment. A few minutes before eight, there was a soft knock on the door.
When he first arrived, I had no idea where this night would take me. A massage was what I expected. It became much more than that.
I had taken a quick shower beforehand and was wearing a robe when I heard the knock. Opening the door, I was greeted by a man around 5'11", with beautiful blue eyes and short brown hair. He wore a tight white polo shirt and shorts, which accentuated his well-defined physique, especially noticeable with the tightness of the shirt showing off his pecs and the shorts containing a very visible package. A day's stubble lined his face. I would later find out that he was 33 years old. He entered with a massage table, we shook hands and proceeded to set up the table, covering it with fresh linens. When he asked if I wanted a drape, I told him it wasn’t necessary. "Good," he said, "a drape just gets in the way of a good massage."
He excused himself to wash up and instructed me to get on the table, face down. After a few minutes, he returned from the bathroom
To my surprise, he asked if I minded if he took off his shirt. "No," I replied, "make yourself as comfortable as you want.” He removed his shirt, and even though I was on my stomach, I turned slightly to catch a glimpse. A perfectly sculpted chest covered with a light coating of hair led to a happy trail that disappeared into his shorts. He turned off one of the bedside lamps walked back to the table and placed his hands on my back. "Let’s start with some deep breaths," he said, coaching me with the breaths, and breathing along with me.
As we continued, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly intimate. Greg's hands moved with precision, exploring every inch of my back with deep, soothing strokes. The firm pressure of his fingers working out the tension in my muscles. I could feel myself relaxing further into the table.
Greg's touch soon evolved beyond a traditional massage when he shifted his focus to my ass, his hands massaging the firm cheeks. After spending time on my glutes, His fingers worked their way downward toward my hole. Before going further he stopped and asked me if I wanted him to massage my ass and perineum. He also said he could do a prostate massage if I would like.
I appreciated his asking and not just assuming it was ok. I told him that I would definitely enjoy it. He then began to massage my ass, moving his fingers in circular motions around my asshole. The sensation was wonderful. He then moved on to perineum and reached under me to feel my cock, which was fully hard, He began to apply a generous amount of lube to his fingers and my hole. Once the area was thoroughly lubricated, he started to insert a finger, slowly and deliberately. The sensation was intense, and I couldn't stop the moaning. Encouraged by my response, he added a second finger, scissoring them to prepare me further. Each movement brought immense pleasure
Greg continued to massage my prostate. His touch made me feel intensely aroused and relaxed at the same time. He paused momentarily, looking into my eyes with a mischievous grin. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, and I nodded, unable to form coherent words.
Greg then gently removed his fingers from my ass. He gave me a moment to adjust, ensuring I was comfortable before continuing.
Greg then suggested we move to the bed. "Let's make ourselves more comfortable,” The prospect of what was to come filled me with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
As we moved to the bed, Greg removed his shorts. He slowly undid the waistband and let the fabric slide down his legs. As the shorts fell to the floor, his impressive erection sprang free. His cock was about seven inches long, similar in length to mine, but noticeably thicker. The girth was imposing, the shaft well-defined with prominent veins running along its length. His large firm balls and were lightly dusted with hair.
I couldn't help but admire his body, the muscles defined by the dim light of the room, and his impressive cock was the centerpiece of his athletic frame.
"Do you want to taste me?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. With no hesitation I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth. The sensation was intense, and I reveled in the sounds of pleasure he made as I explored him with my tongue. His hands moved to my head, guiding me as he began to thrust gently into my mouth. I could feel his cock growing. I was determined to bring him as much pleasure as he was givingAme.
After a while, Greg pulled back, his breathing ragged. "You're incredible," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. Greg told me he didn't want to cum yet—he had other things in mind. “Let’s take our time; there’s so much more we can do tonight," he said. Such as, I asked. His answer was in the form of a question when he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me.
Absolutely. As a bottom there was no way I would turn down the offer to have this beautiful man fuck me.
Greg then rolled a condom down his cock and applied lube to his cock and my ass, preparing me to be fucked. He took his time, applying a generous amount of lube both to his condom-covered shaft and to my ass. As he finished lubing up, Greg moved closer. He instructed me to lie on my back, and I complied. He then lifted my legs, placing them gently over his shoulders. This position allowed me to spread my legs wide open, exposing my ass to him while maintaining eye contact.
"You ready?" he asked, his voice low and intense. There was a mix of concern and desire his question and I was touched that he was concerned that I was comfortable with what was about to happen. I nodded.
With a gentle but firm grip, Greg positioned himself at my entrance. He paused for a moment, looking into my eyes to ensure I was still okay with proceeding. Seeing my nod, he slowly began to push forward. The sensation was intense as he breached the opening, his size stretching me in a way that was both exhilarating and a little daunting.
I took a deep breath, trying to relax and allow his intrusion. Greg moved slowly, giving me time to adjust. His hand found mine, squeezing gently as he continued to enter me. As he pushed further inside, the initial discomfort gave way to a growing sense of pleasure. The fullness was incredible, and I could feel every inch of him as he filled me.
Once he was fully inside, Greg paused again, allowing me to acclimate to the sensation. He then began to move, his thrusts slow and measured at first. Each push sent waves of pleasure through my body, and I couldn't help but moan softly. Greg's movements grew more confident, his pace increasing as he sensed my enjoyment. From this angle, Greg could watch my face closely. After he was fully inside me and I could feel his balls up against my asshole, he leaned down to kiss me. Our tongues danced together in sync with the rhythm of his movements. His eyes remained locked on mine.
Every thrust brought me closer to the edge. Greg's rhythm was perfect, hitting just the right spot each time. The friction and pressure were overwhelming, and I could feel myself nearing my climax. Greg took my hands and placed them on my cock and said “I want to see you cum; jerk off for me”
As I approached my peak, Greg's thrusts became more urgent. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You're so tight; I want you to cum” Those words pushed me over the edge, and I climaxed with a loud moan. Cum shot out in thick streams, splattering across my chest and stomach. The sensation was overwhelming.
Greg continued to thrust. I knew he was getting close to cumming. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. As he reached the point of no return, he groaned deeply, his thrusts becoming erratic. He told me he was going to cum. With a few hard thrusts, he released inside the condom, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.
After the intense climax, Greg slowly withdrew from me, his movements deliberate and careful. His breathing was still heavy, and he lay beside me for a moment, gathering his strength. He then carefully removed the filled condom.
After resting for a while, we decided to take a shower together. We stood facing each other under the spray. Greg knelt down and took my cock into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming—sending waves of pleasure through my body. I moaned as he used his tongue to trace the contours of my shaft. When I told him I was going to cum, he smiled and took my cock further into his mouth.
After I came, I returned the favor, kneeling down and taking his cock into my mouth. After a few minutes of sucking his cock and pulling on his large balls, Greg told me he was a going to cum. I moved up the shaft and sucked on the tip as I felt his cum shoot into my mouth. I swallowed his cum, savoring every drop.
After the shower, we dried off and dressed, still feeling the afterglow of the intense encounter. We sat on the bed and talked for a while, getting to know each other better. Greg reached out and held my hand as we talked. The conversation was easy and natural. As the night drew to a close, I offered Greg payment for the massage, but he refused.
"This wasn’t a massage," he said with a smile. "This is something unexpected that happened because we both wanted it. This was a magical evening, and I'm honored to have shared it with you."
His words touched me deeply. I was sad that this would be a one time experience and that this may be the last time I would see him. I was only in Orlando for two more nights. Greg asked me what I was doing the next evening and I told him that I had a work dinner. I told him that I could get out of it if he was interested in meeting me for drinks and dinner. He agreed and we settled on a time and place to meet not far from the hotel.
The next night we Greg picked me up at the hotel and we went to a nearby restaurant for an early dinner. As the dinner drew to a close, he reached under the table and placed his hand in my crotch. I smiled and no words were necessary. The bill was paid and we made our way back to the hotel for another memorable experience.
His name was Greg and he advertised in the gay newspaper in Orlando under the "therapeutic massage" section in the classified ads. This was back in the early 90’s, before there were so many online options. Platforms like RentMasseur, Masseurfinder, etc., did not exist then.
I called and he answered. I inquired about his massage services, and he detailed the length of sessions available, costs, his training, and his availability. I was in town for a meeting and explained that I would be busy most of the day but available in the evening. He offered both in-call and out-call services, and I opted to have him come to me at my hotel. We settled on 8:00 p.m. for the appointment. A few minutes before eight, there was a soft knock on the door.
When he first arrived, I had no idea where this night would take me. A massage was what I expected. It became much more than that.
I had taken a quick shower beforehand and was wearing a robe when I heard the knock. Opening the door, I was greeted by a man around 5'11", with beautiful blue eyes and short brown hair. He wore a tight white polo shirt and shorts, which accentuated his well-defined physique, especially noticeable with the tightness of the shirt showing off his pecs and the shorts containing a very visible package. A day's stubble lined his face. I would later find out that he was 33 years old. He entered with a massage table, we shook hands and proceeded to set up the table, covering it with fresh linens. When he asked if I wanted a drape, I told him it wasn’t necessary. "Good," he said, "a drape just gets in the way of a good massage."
He excused himself to wash up and instructed me to get on the table, face down. After a few minutes, he returned from the bathroom
To my surprise, he asked if I minded if he took off his shirt. "No," I replied, "make yourself as comfortable as you want.” He removed his shirt, and even though I was on my stomach, I turned slightly to catch a glimpse. A perfectly sculpted chest covered with a light coating of hair led to a happy trail that disappeared into his shorts. He turned off one of the bedside lamps walked back to the table and placed his hands on my back. "Let’s start with some deep breaths," he said, coaching me with the breaths, and breathing along with me.
As we continued, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly intimate. Greg's hands moved with precision, exploring every inch of my back with deep, soothing strokes. The firm pressure of his fingers working out the tension in my muscles. I could feel myself relaxing further into the table.
Greg's touch soon evolved beyond a traditional massage when he shifted his focus to my ass, his hands massaging the firm cheeks. After spending time on my glutes, His fingers worked their way downward toward my hole. Before going further he stopped and asked me if I wanted him to massage my ass and perineum. He also said he could do a prostate massage if I would like.
I appreciated his asking and not just assuming it was ok. I told him that I would definitely enjoy it. He then began to massage my ass, moving his fingers in circular motions around my asshole. The sensation was wonderful. He then moved on to perineum and reached under me to feel my cock, which was fully hard, He began to apply a generous amount of lube to his fingers and my hole. Once the area was thoroughly lubricated, he started to insert a finger, slowly and deliberately. The sensation was intense, and I couldn't stop the moaning. Encouraged by my response, he added a second finger, scissoring them to prepare me further. Each movement brought immense pleasure
Greg continued to massage my prostate. His touch made me feel intensely aroused and relaxed at the same time. He paused momentarily, looking into my eyes with a mischievous grin. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, and I nodded, unable to form coherent words.
Greg then gently removed his fingers from my ass. He gave me a moment to adjust, ensuring I was comfortable before continuing.
Greg then suggested we move to the bed. "Let's make ourselves more comfortable,” The prospect of what was to come filled me with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
As we moved to the bed, Greg removed his shorts. He slowly undid the waistband and let the fabric slide down his legs. As the shorts fell to the floor, his impressive erection sprang free. His cock was about seven inches long, similar in length to mine, but noticeably thicker. The girth was imposing, the shaft well-defined with prominent veins running along its length. His large firm balls and were lightly dusted with hair.
I couldn't help but admire his body, the muscles defined by the dim light of the room, and his impressive cock was the centerpiece of his athletic frame.
"Do you want to taste me?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. With no hesitation I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth. The sensation was intense, and I reveled in the sounds of pleasure he made as I explored him with my tongue. His hands moved to my head, guiding me as he began to thrust gently into my mouth. I could feel his cock growing. I was determined to bring him as much pleasure as he was givingAme.
After a while, Greg pulled back, his breathing ragged. "You're incredible," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. Greg told me he didn't want to cum yet—he had other things in mind. “Let’s take our time; there’s so much more we can do tonight," he said. Such as, I asked. His answer was in the form of a question when he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me.
Absolutely. As a bottom there was no way I would turn down the offer to have this beautiful man fuck me.
Greg then rolled a condom down his cock and applied lube to his cock and my ass, preparing me to be fucked. He took his time, applying a generous amount of lube both to his condom-covered shaft and to my ass. As he finished lubing up, Greg moved closer. He instructed me to lie on my back, and I complied. He then lifted my legs, placing them gently over his shoulders. This position allowed me to spread my legs wide open, exposing my ass to him while maintaining eye contact.
"You ready?" he asked, his voice low and intense. There was a mix of concern and desire his question and I was touched that he was concerned that I was comfortable with what was about to happen. I nodded.
With a gentle but firm grip, Greg positioned himself at my entrance. He paused for a moment, looking into my eyes to ensure I was still okay with proceeding. Seeing my nod, he slowly began to push forward. The sensation was intense as he breached the opening, his size stretching me in a way that was both exhilarating and a little daunting.
I took a deep breath, trying to relax and allow his intrusion. Greg moved slowly, giving me time to adjust. His hand found mine, squeezing gently as he continued to enter me. As he pushed further inside, the initial discomfort gave way to a growing sense of pleasure. The fullness was incredible, and I could feel every inch of him as he filled me.
Once he was fully inside, Greg paused again, allowing me to acclimate to the sensation. He then began to move, his thrusts slow and measured at first. Each push sent waves of pleasure through my body, and I couldn't help but moan softly. Greg's movements grew more confident, his pace increasing as he sensed my enjoyment. From this angle, Greg could watch my face closely. After he was fully inside me and I could feel his balls up against my asshole, he leaned down to kiss me. Our tongues danced together in sync with the rhythm of his movements. His eyes remained locked on mine.
Every thrust brought me closer to the edge. Greg's rhythm was perfect, hitting just the right spot each time. The friction and pressure were overwhelming, and I could feel myself nearing my climax. Greg took my hands and placed them on my cock and said “I want to see you cum; jerk off for me”
As I approached my peak, Greg's thrusts became more urgent. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You're so tight; I want you to cum” Those words pushed me over the edge, and I climaxed with a loud moan. Cum shot out in thick streams, splattering across my chest and stomach. The sensation was overwhelming.
Greg continued to thrust. I knew he was getting close to cumming. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. As he reached the point of no return, he groaned deeply, his thrusts becoming erratic. He told me he was going to cum. With a few hard thrusts, he released inside the condom, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.
After the intense climax, Greg slowly withdrew from me, his movements deliberate and careful. His breathing was still heavy, and he lay beside me for a moment, gathering his strength. He then carefully removed the filled condom.
After resting for a while, we decided to take a shower together. We stood facing each other under the spray. Greg knelt down and took my cock into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming—sending waves of pleasure through my body. I moaned as he used his tongue to trace the contours of my shaft. When I told him I was going to cum, he smiled and took my cock further into his mouth.
After I came, I returned the favor, kneeling down and taking his cock into my mouth. After a few minutes of sucking his cock and pulling on his large balls, Greg told me he was a going to cum. I moved up the shaft and sucked on the tip as I felt his cum shoot into my mouth. I swallowed his cum, savoring every drop.
After the shower, we dried off and dressed, still feeling the afterglow of the intense encounter. We sat on the bed and talked for a while, getting to know each other better. Greg reached out and held my hand as we talked. The conversation was easy and natural. As the night drew to a close, I offered Greg payment for the massage, but he refused.
"This wasn’t a massage," he said with a smile. "This is something unexpected that happened because we both wanted it. This was a magical evening, and I'm honored to have shared it with you."
His words touched me deeply. I was sad that this would be a one time experience and that this may be the last time I would see him. I was only in Orlando for two more nights. Greg asked me what I was doing the next evening and I told him that I had a work dinner. I told him that I could get out of it if he was interested in meeting me for drinks and dinner. He agreed and we settled on a time and place to meet not far from the hotel.
The next night we Greg picked me up at the hotel and we went to a nearby restaurant for an early dinner. As the dinner drew to a close, he reached under the table and placed his hand in my crotch. I smiled and no words were necessary. The bill was paid and we made our way back to the hotel for another memorable experience.
I loved reading these stories. For some unknown reason I have a massive massage fetish. So this was a good read
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Same here…. I consider myself a connoisseur of touch. I love hearing massage experiences of others.
Believe it or not, I had my first Asian massage experience yesterday. I’m on a road trip and stopped for the night in Albuquerque. LONG, stressful drive. I hit the hotel gym, showered, then walked over to a nearby Chinese massage place. I’d rather have some hot male Asian masseuse but I’ll try anything once. She was very attractive, very pretty, and gave a great (therapeutic) massage before openly starting to stroke my cock. I couldn’t help but to start getting hard. Eventually she stripped down to just her undies and let me feel her up while she gave me an amazing hand job. I came HARD. Interesting experience. I need to check out other massage joints when traveling. Any way to search for male Asian massage places?
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I used to have a regular massage guy who would do massages out of his house — he was married with kids, I believe, but his kids were older and had moved out, so he only lived with his wife anymore. And since he was in Brooklyn the place was small so he was only available on weekdays when the wife was out of the house at work. He'd just set up a table in the living room, and it always made me feel a little weird and nervous, since theoretically she have walked back into the house while he was massaging me, but I figured she knew about it his job so it would only be a minor embarrassment. The reasons I put up with this are because he was VERY good, incredibly strong hands and very intuitive, so we hardly ever had to speak. He would just know where I needed work done, without me telling him. And, he was extremely attractive. Silver hair, muscles, the older dad type that makes me crazy. He'd always massage me in just a workout shirt and gym shorts, and the sight of his muscle ass and bulge in those shorts when he'd be setting up the table... whew.
Anyway, after a few sessions of regular massages with normal draping, I messaged him for yet another massage, right before I was about to head out on a run, hoping that he could see me a little later. He told me he actually only had the next 2 hours free and that was his last chance for two weeks, before he went on vacation. I told him I could be up there in 30 minutes, but that I was going for a run, so I'd be sweaty. "No prob, u can shower here before we start" he texted, so I changed my route and ended it at his house.
It was summer so I was dripping sweat, my shirt sticking to me, and he showed me to his bathroom and gave me a towel so I could shower off while he set up in the living room. I remember the shower being full of lots of products that were clearly his wife's, and then just some Dove Men body wash for him. I used his soap, feeling weird about touching any of hers, and toweled off, and just walked out with the towel around my waist. I felt kind of nuts, tbh, walking around this married man's house naked in a towel, even though I regularly spent time naked under a sheet in his living room, but something about this felt more intimate, so I was getting kind of hard under the towel.
Normally he'd leave the room while I undressed and got under the sheet, but I was already undressed, so he just lifted up one side of the sheet and gestured for me to get under it. He turned his head to the side, slightly, to kind of give me modesty, but as I dropped the towel and got under the sheet I knew I had been pretty exposed to him. The massage began as usual, with him exposing just the parts of my body he was working on at the time, with one difference: usually when he moved to my glutes and legs, he'd pull the sheet to the side, only exposing half my ass. But this time, he pulled the sheet down, exposing my ass completely, and worked on my glutes together. Which meant, as he kneaded my ass, I could feel my hole getting exposed to the air. I was, of course, immediately hard as a rock against the table.
When he had me flip over, my boner was obvious under the thin sheet, and I didn't care. In fact, it made me even harder, and I quickly noticed that he seemed to be encouraging it. He was working on parts of me he didn't normally touch, like my very inner hip, like inches away from my cock, which made it throb even more obviously under the sheet. Also typically, he'd cover my eyes with a washcloth or towel when I was on my back, but this time he left my eyes uncovered, which meant I could open them and look at him. I kept them closed for a lot of the massage, but the more he worked the area around my dick, the harder and hornier I got, and finally I had to open my eyes and see what was going on. I was shocked to see he had a HUGE bulge in his gym shorts, standing right next to me at the table. He clearly had a boner so, without even hesitating, I reached a hand up one leg of his gym shorts and grabbed his cock. In retrospect this was a crazy risk, but I was so fucking horny I felt like a maniac, and thankfully he reciprocated, wrapping his hand around my own dick under the sheets.
I pulled his shorts down, exposing his fat dad cock, which was thicker and longer than mine, cut and standing at attention, and I quickly got my mouth around it. He jerked me off while I lay on my back on the massage table and let him face-fuck me, and as soon as he shot his load in my mouth I came all over myself. He quickly wiped me down and we didn't finish the massage, I could tell he was nervous and anxious, so I got back in my sweaty running clothes, paid him, and left.
But from that point on, I'd go for a massage and something would happen, always with me sucking him off. He'd almost always only jerk me off, but once he did put his mouth on my dick and I immediately shot my load in his mouth, which made him run into the kitchen and spit my cum into the sink (which, honestly, I found even hotter, since it made him even straighter to me, which I know is kind of toxic but whatever). Eventually, we progressed to him fingering me while face-fucking me, until I finally asked him to fuck me. He pulled a pack of condoms out of some hidden place and I remember it was a brand new box and I wondered if he had bought them just for me. He had lube in his bedroom, I assume for using with his wife, but he was very weird and private about stuff, so I didn't ask, and I didn't really care since pretty quickly he was pushing his fat cock into my ass and I was in heaven.
I lay on my back sideways on the massage table while he stood and fucked me for a while, which was heaven, but the table was kind of rickety and felt unsafe so we moved to the floor, which was even better for me. He put a towel down on their rug and fucked me like crazy. He loved fucking me from behind, I could tell, and especially when he would push me down on my stomach on the floor beneath him, which is thankfully my favorite position too. I was in fucking heaven, and I remember they had a mirror that was kind of facing us, so I got to watch his muscled dad bod pounding against my bubble butt. I remember he never said a word anytime we did anything, so it was just grunting and heavy breathing, which was really hot. I don't think either of us lasted long, which is a shame, but he shot his load while still inside me, which immediately made me cum on the towel.
He got really weird after cumming, so I got dressed and got out of there. I remember he gave me the condom wrapped in kleenex and asked me to throw it away somewhere outside, so I walked down the street holding a used condom, my hole still twitching from the massive dad cock that had just pounded me out, feeling like a whore. I kind of loved it, not going to lie. Unfortunately that was the last time I ever saw him, he never responded to another message! That was 2015 I think, and I often wonder what he's up to or if I'll ever run into him again.
Anyway, after a few sessions of regular massages with normal draping, I messaged him for yet another massage, right before I was about to head out on a run, hoping that he could see me a little later. He told me he actually only had the next 2 hours free and that was his last chance for two weeks, before he went on vacation. I told him I could be up there in 30 minutes, but that I was going for a run, so I'd be sweaty. "No prob, u can shower here before we start" he texted, so I changed my route and ended it at his house.
It was summer so I was dripping sweat, my shirt sticking to me, and he showed me to his bathroom and gave me a towel so I could shower off while he set up in the living room. I remember the shower being full of lots of products that were clearly his wife's, and then just some Dove Men body wash for him. I used his soap, feeling weird about touching any of hers, and toweled off, and just walked out with the towel around my waist. I felt kind of nuts, tbh, walking around this married man's house naked in a towel, even though I regularly spent time naked under a sheet in his living room, but something about this felt more intimate, so I was getting kind of hard under the towel.
Normally he'd leave the room while I undressed and got under the sheet, but I was already undressed, so he just lifted up one side of the sheet and gestured for me to get under it. He turned his head to the side, slightly, to kind of give me modesty, but as I dropped the towel and got under the sheet I knew I had been pretty exposed to him. The massage began as usual, with him exposing just the parts of my body he was working on at the time, with one difference: usually when he moved to my glutes and legs, he'd pull the sheet to the side, only exposing half my ass. But this time, he pulled the sheet down, exposing my ass completely, and worked on my glutes together. Which meant, as he kneaded my ass, I could feel my hole getting exposed to the air. I was, of course, immediately hard as a rock against the table.
When he had me flip over, my boner was obvious under the thin sheet, and I didn't care. In fact, it made me even harder, and I quickly noticed that he seemed to be encouraging it. He was working on parts of me he didn't normally touch, like my very inner hip, like inches away from my cock, which made it throb even more obviously under the sheet. Also typically, he'd cover my eyes with a washcloth or towel when I was on my back, but this time he left my eyes uncovered, which meant I could open them and look at him. I kept them closed for a lot of the massage, but the more he worked the area around my dick, the harder and hornier I got, and finally I had to open my eyes and see what was going on. I was shocked to see he had a HUGE bulge in his gym shorts, standing right next to me at the table. He clearly had a boner so, without even hesitating, I reached a hand up one leg of his gym shorts and grabbed his cock. In retrospect this was a crazy risk, but I was so fucking horny I felt like a maniac, and thankfully he reciprocated, wrapping his hand around my own dick under the sheets.
I pulled his shorts down, exposing his fat dad cock, which was thicker and longer than mine, cut and standing at attention, and I quickly got my mouth around it. He jerked me off while I lay on my back on the massage table and let him face-fuck me, and as soon as he shot his load in my mouth I came all over myself. He quickly wiped me down and we didn't finish the massage, I could tell he was nervous and anxious, so I got back in my sweaty running clothes, paid him, and left.
But from that point on, I'd go for a massage and something would happen, always with me sucking him off. He'd almost always only jerk me off, but once he did put his mouth on my dick and I immediately shot my load in his mouth, which made him run into the kitchen and spit my cum into the sink (which, honestly, I found even hotter, since it made him even straighter to me, which I know is kind of toxic but whatever). Eventually, we progressed to him fingering me while face-fucking me, until I finally asked him to fuck me. He pulled a pack of condoms out of some hidden place and I remember it was a brand new box and I wondered if he had bought them just for me. He had lube in his bedroom, I assume for using with his wife, but he was very weird and private about stuff, so I didn't ask, and I didn't really care since pretty quickly he was pushing his fat cock into my ass and I was in heaven.
I lay on my back sideways on the massage table while he stood and fucked me for a while, which was heaven, but the table was kind of rickety and felt unsafe so we moved to the floor, which was even better for me. He put a towel down on their rug and fucked me like crazy. He loved fucking me from behind, I could tell, and especially when he would push me down on my stomach on the floor beneath him, which is thankfully my favorite position too. I was in fucking heaven, and I remember they had a mirror that was kind of facing us, so I got to watch his muscled dad bod pounding against my bubble butt. I remember he never said a word anytime we did anything, so it was just grunting and heavy breathing, which was really hot. I don't think either of us lasted long, which is a shame, but he shot his load while still inside me, which immediately made me cum on the towel.
He got really weird after cumming, so I got dressed and got out of there. I remember he gave me the condom wrapped in kleenex and asked me to throw it away somewhere outside, so I walked down the street holding a used condom, my hole still twitching from the massive dad cock that had just pounded me out, feeling like a whore. I kind of loved it, not going to lie. Unfortunately that was the last time I ever saw him, he never responded to another message! That was 2015 I think, and I often wonder what he's up to or if I'll ever run into him again.
Very short story here. Bf has let me open up my massage table, which I have always used for whoever my partner is at that time, and I've been seeing this body builder for a little over a year now. Every other week or so. Recently he wanted to start recording the massages together and the last time we met up, he actually put my hand on his throbbing, leaking cock and indicated he wanted me to take it further this time.
I milked a very nice load out of him and contributed mine to the mess before he left a very happy relaxed man. His ass is IMMACULATE.![1000005484.png]( "1000005484.png")
Bonus: we recently met a married man who has come twice now, still hasn't offered to shoot his load but REALLY hoping he does soon, and maybe record the evidence too!
I milked a very nice load out of him and contributed mine to the mess before he left a very happy relaxed man. His ass is IMMACULATE.
Bonus: we recently met a married man who has come twice now, still hasn't offered to shoot his load but REALLY hoping he does soon, and maybe record the evidence too!
You could try websites like RentMasseur.com. I use it a lot when traveling to find guys to get HE massages from.
I had to go down south today to pick up some materials for a project I am working on. I rarely get a chance to be somewhere without the wife wanting to tag along, so I decided to get a massage at my favorite masseur (see previous posts of mine). I called hoping that he wasn’t booked since this trip was really unplanned and I couldn’t make an advanced appointment. I was in luck when he said that he was at the gym and was going to be available in 15 minutes at his home studio.
I texted him back when I was headed that way and got excited as I drove there, which was only about 15 minutes from the place I was at.
As usual he met me at the door wearing only a cock ring. His delicious cock was soft and beautiful. He put on some of the required massage music and had me lay face down on the table. He started at my neck and shoulders, but this time I had my head to one side, rather than looking straight down. I had the opportunity to see his growing cock while he massaged me and of course he made sure it was witching mouth reach so I could help it along. I would position my head to what ever side he was working from. He would pause and feed me his now erect girthy cock and luckily he uses an unscented and unflavored lube. He continued to work my back and legs paying attention to my cock and balls and made sure that there was plenty of lube between my ass cheeks. He had a raging boner (about 7 x 5.5”) and he crawled up on the table and layer on me with his cock. probing between my legs. He massaged my ass with his hard cock (no penetration) until he came really hard. He was very vocal when he came.
I asked him to let me clean off his cock, which surprised him, but he gladly obliged. I must say it would have been better without all of the lube. He had me roll over and started with my happy ending which became a frotting session. When I came all over his cock, I asked him to let me clean him again. I think he is extra horny when he had no other clients that day and he is fresh from his post gym shower. He worked on my feet for the remaining time, which he doesn’t watch very closely anyway. I really want him to straddle my face because I am getting the urge to rim him while he is on top of me.
Tourist season is over here in South Florida and business is much slower for him, which is much better for me.
This is a true story and happened yesterday. August 7, 2025.
I forgot to say that he is 76 years old, but performs like a 40 year old. I am 71, and wish my cock got as hard as him and I had as much stamina.
Hope you enjoyed the story.
I texted him back when I was headed that way and got excited as I drove there, which was only about 15 minutes from the place I was at.
As usual he met me at the door wearing only a cock ring. His delicious cock was soft and beautiful. He put on some of the required massage music and had me lay face down on the table. He started at my neck and shoulders, but this time I had my head to one side, rather than looking straight down. I had the opportunity to see his growing cock while he massaged me and of course he made sure it was witching mouth reach so I could help it along. I would position my head to what ever side he was working from. He would pause and feed me his now erect girthy cock and luckily he uses an unscented and unflavored lube. He continued to work my back and legs paying attention to my cock and balls and made sure that there was plenty of lube between my ass cheeks. He had a raging boner (about 7 x 5.5”) and he crawled up on the table and layer on me with his cock. probing between my legs. He massaged my ass with his hard cock (no penetration) until he came really hard. He was very vocal when he came.
I asked him to let me clean off his cock, which surprised him, but he gladly obliged. I must say it would have been better without all of the lube. He had me roll over and started with my happy ending which became a frotting session. When I came all over his cock, I asked him to let me clean him again. I think he is extra horny when he had no other clients that day and he is fresh from his post gym shower. He worked on my feet for the remaining time, which he doesn’t watch very closely anyway. I really want him to straddle my face because I am getting the urge to rim him while he is on top of me.
Tourist season is over here in South Florida and business is much slower for him, which is much better for me.
This is a true story and happened yesterday. August 7, 2025.
I forgot to say that he is 76 years old, but performs like a 40 year old. I am 71, and wish my cock got as hard as him and I had as much stamina.
Hope you enjoyed the story.
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