The Masseur (written by karl84)
As a straight married guy I had never thought I'd ever have a gay experience. I mean sure, I had jerked of to tranny porn and gay porn but it was never more than that.
My wife and I had a great sex life and she knows what I'm like around women, so when I had hurt myself at work, and needed a massage the first thing she said was "You're not getting a massage from a woman."
This really irked me as I was hell bent on not being naked around another guy.
As the weeks went on and my pain didn't seem to want to go away I decided to look for a male massage therapist. After a quick search online I found one which seemed to be perfect so I messaged him and he replied promptly. We to and froed for a bit before settling on a date and time; Sunday at 12.
As the week went on I felt the need for that massage more and more. On Friday the massage therapist messaged me to ask if I was still on for Sunday.
I replied "Of course, I can't wait."
He replied " ;) "
I thought nothing of it until his next message was "Would you like a happy ending? Hand, mouth or..."
This shocked me! I didn't know how to respond and after a few hours I messaged him letting him know that I couldn't make it.
Back to square one again. A bad back with no one to make it better.
After an evening of searching online I managed to find another male therapist, a local one this time.
We arranged a time and date and he assured that he would be able to help with my back. I waited with bated breath for the fateful message of "happy ending?", but luckily it never came.
On the following Saturday morning I headed out to this local massage studio. The area wasn't great and the building was worse. I called him from outside to let him know I was there and he told me the door was open.
I went in and up the stairs to see a chubby oriental man standing on the landing. He welcomed me with a smile and told me his name was Ed. He then led me into the studio, which smelled and looked great. He asked if I was nervous and I said I was as it was my first massage and that too with a guy. He laughed and said it was ok...
I didn't know the routine for a massage so I undressed and lay on my back. Ed laughed at this and told me to flip over. I did so..
After a few seconds of sorting stuff out Ed started the massage. He started with my lower legs working his way up. I noticed while he was massaging my upper legs that he kept brushing against my balls. I didn't know what to say as I thought this may be normal for a massage.
As he massaged me Ed kept complimenting my body, telling me how nice and tight it seemed for a man my age. After massaging my back, shoulders and neck he asked me to turn over. He kept checking with me if I was enjoying it and he would tell me that he was enjoying it too.
He worked his way down the front of my body, and again kept brushing my balls. One of the times he did it I let out a moan involuntarily. I noticed him smile but he carried on with the massage.
Once he had finished with my feet he moved back to my upper legs and began carressing my dick...I propped my head up too look at him and he stared me dead in the eye and asked "Can I kiss it?"
I was dumbstruck. I didn't know what to say so I just nodded my head. This gave him the permission that he wanted. He kissed the head of my dick as if he was kissing his lover. He kissed it all over before sucking it into his mouth. He sucked for a few minutes. Those few minutes turned me on more than I had been in ages. I pulled him off my dick and told him to undress. He undressed and climbed onto the massage table, on top of me and began grinding his hardon against mine. He stared at me then leant forward and kissed me.
I don't know what came over me...I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back more passionately than I have ever kissed anyone. We stayed like that for ages, kissing and grinding.
Eventually he got off and got on his knees. I stood up and pushed my throbbing dick into his mouth and started pounding it. I fucked it like it was my wifes pussy, hard and fast. I could tell he was hurting but I was too far gone to care. I fucked his mouth hard before holding his head against my belly as I blew my load down his throat.
I held him there even after I had finished. When I pulled out he was gasping and spluttering. "Wow...that...th..that was wild. How...what did you....is that how you fuck?"
I didn't reply. I felt like shit..I grabbed my clothes and began to get dressed. Not wanting to offend anyone I shook his hand in the end but he hugged me.
I got home and showered, feeling disgusted with myself.
I went to sleep feeling really shit about what I had done but when I woke up the first thing I did was message him to let me come over again. He said no. I practically begged him for a week and he said no, saying that he was married and couldn't risk anything. So I left him alone.
Six months later I received a text message from a number I didn't recognise;
"Hey, how are you? Wanna come over to my place again?"......
My wife and I had a great sex life and she knows what I'm like around women, so when I had hurt myself at work, and needed a massage the first thing she said was "You're not getting a massage from a woman."
This really irked me as I was hell bent on not being naked around another guy.
As the weeks went on and my pain didn't seem to want to go away I decided to look for a male massage therapist. After a quick search online I found one which seemed to be perfect so I messaged him and he replied promptly. We to and froed for a bit before settling on a date and time; Sunday at 12.
As the week went on I felt the need for that massage more and more. On Friday the massage therapist messaged me to ask if I was still on for Sunday.
I replied "Of course, I can't wait."
He replied " ;) "
I thought nothing of it until his next message was "Would you like a happy ending? Hand, mouth or..."
This shocked me! I didn't know how to respond and after a few hours I messaged him letting him know that I couldn't make it.
Back to square one again. A bad back with no one to make it better.
After an evening of searching online I managed to find another male therapist, a local one this time.
We arranged a time and date and he assured that he would be able to help with my back. I waited with bated breath for the fateful message of "happy ending?", but luckily it never came.
On the following Saturday morning I headed out to this local massage studio. The area wasn't great and the building was worse. I called him from outside to let him know I was there and he told me the door was open.
I went in and up the stairs to see a chubby oriental man standing on the landing. He welcomed me with a smile and told me his name was Ed. He then led me into the studio, which smelled and looked great. He asked if I was nervous and I said I was as it was my first massage and that too with a guy. He laughed and said it was ok...
I didn't know the routine for a massage so I undressed and lay on my back. Ed laughed at this and told me to flip over. I did so..
After a few seconds of sorting stuff out Ed started the massage. He started with my lower legs working his way up. I noticed while he was massaging my upper legs that he kept brushing against my balls. I didn't know what to say as I thought this may be normal for a massage.
As he massaged me Ed kept complimenting my body, telling me how nice and tight it seemed for a man my age. After massaging my back, shoulders and neck he asked me to turn over. He kept checking with me if I was enjoying it and he would tell me that he was enjoying it too.
He worked his way down the front of my body, and again kept brushing my balls. One of the times he did it I let out a moan involuntarily. I noticed him smile but he carried on with the massage.
Once he had finished with my feet he moved back to my upper legs and began carressing my dick...I propped my head up too look at him and he stared me dead in the eye and asked "Can I kiss it?"
I was dumbstruck. I didn't know what to say so I just nodded my head. This gave him the permission that he wanted. He kissed the head of my dick as if he was kissing his lover. He kissed it all over before sucking it into his mouth. He sucked for a few minutes. Those few minutes turned me on more than I had been in ages. I pulled him off my dick and told him to undress. He undressed and climbed onto the massage table, on top of me and began grinding his hardon against mine. He stared at me then leant forward and kissed me.
I don't know what came over me...I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back more passionately than I have ever kissed anyone. We stayed like that for ages, kissing and grinding.
Eventually he got off and got on his knees. I stood up and pushed my throbbing dick into his mouth and started pounding it. I fucked it like it was my wifes pussy, hard and fast. I could tell he was hurting but I was too far gone to care. I fucked his mouth hard before holding his head against my belly as I blew my load down his throat.
I held him there even after I had finished. When I pulled out he was gasping and spluttering. "Wow...that...th..that was wild. How...what did you....is that how you fuck?"
I didn't reply. I felt like shit..I grabbed my clothes and began to get dressed. Not wanting to offend anyone I shook his hand in the end but he hugged me.
I got home and showered, feeling disgusted with myself.
I went to sleep feeling really shit about what I had done but when I woke up the first thing I did was message him to let me come over again. He said no. I practically begged him for a week and he said no, saying that he was married and couldn't risk anything. So I left him alone.
Six months later I received a text message from a number I didn't recognise;
"Hey, how are you? Wanna come over to my place again?"......
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