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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.
“And the dragon princess laid waste to the island of haters. The cleansing fire consuming all. The end.”
Indian 4 hand massage
My first story to share 😊
I was on holiday in Kerala a few months ago & I love everything about massage & Indian massage in particular, so I booked myself an appointment for a 4 handed massage…
After I had booked it I had to wait a few hours before my time & I was so excited… the anticipation made me so horny… finally the time came!
I was met by an older guy & asked what oils I’d like to be used & explained the treatment. He gave me a tiny piece of cloth to cover my modesty, directed me to the massage room & asked me to get undressed. I did as I was told & sat completely naked, my heart beating with excitement.
2 cute young guys then greeted me, they looked me up & down - looked at my cock & asked me to stand. They were wearing loose fitting outfits themselves of thin white cotton. They took off their tops so as to not get them wet & revealed their lean muscled torsos. I swallowed hard & breathed in to calm myself. They took turns to wash me first with warm scented water, just using their hands they lathered up my whole body (everything 😉) before rinsing me off & gently patting me dry. It took all my willpower to not let myself get hard.
Once I was dry they took the cloth, scooped my cock & balls & tied it like a loincloth to cover my modesty… obviously it was right in between my ass cheeks so my bum was still fully exposed. I relaxed a bit though as my cock was now covered.
I lay on my front & the massage began. They were amazing, from the moment they started their hands never left contact with my body, firm rhythmic movements, I could feel my ass cheeks pressed under their touch & my cock grew hard underneath me 🍆
When the time came to turn over, I was embarrassed as I was totally rock hard & the tiny loincloth hid nothing. I had no choice though as they stood back and waited for me to turn - I rolled myself over & lay back. I looked down & saw the loincloth, now totally soaked in oil pressed firmly around the outline of my hard cock, the oil made the cloth slightly transparent & the 2 guys I knew were looking at it.
They began again massaging from top to bottom, strong flowing movements, both in complete synchronisation. After a few minutes I felt my cock slip free from the loincloth. The hands of one the guys kept on brushing against it accidentally as he massaged me… I was so embarrassed but could do nothing about it. I heard them laugh with each other & opened my eyes briefly to see them smiling at my embarrassment.
One of them carefully held my hard oiled cock & pushed it back inside the loincloth. They carried on with the massage…
It was no good though, I was so hard, their massage was so strong & the cloth was so small that my cock again fell out. They didn’t try to put it away again, they carried on to complete the massage, constantly rubbing it on their way past with their massage strokes. It throbbed & twitched every time they touched it & I lay back embarrassed but enjoying every second at the same time.
Finally after an hour the massage ended, I thanked the guys & tucked my still hard cock away discreetly, almost as if I hoped that they hadn’t noticed it.
My relief didn’t last long though, I was asked again to stand in the wash area. This time just one of the guys came with me, he untied the loincloth to leave me standing naked. My cock flopped out, a string of pre-cum glistening between my cock head & my body. My face reddened again with embarrassment. He looked down & smiled, pretended like it was totally normal. He soaped me up & cleaned any oil or precum from me, showered me off as my erection finally subsided & left me to towel myself dry & get dressed.
One of the best massages I ever had 😉
That feeling of the masseur moving your rock hard cock during the massage...
Naked Gay Massage
My advice for the closeted man who is curious but not sure if he wants to try sex with a man. Go to Craigslist and book yourself a male massage. Some of the massage therapists are better than others. I recommend you choose a licensed one. Some will have pictures of themselves others not but you’ll be face down for most of the experience so does it really matter what they look like? Now you may wonder “how do I tell if the guy is a real massage therapist or one that will get me off?” The truth is they are not mutually exclusive. If you find a guy who is both you are in for a mind blowing experience. The biggest criteria for knowing that the guy will get you off is that he advertised on Craigslist.
How do you let the guy know you want more than a massage? When he shows you the table strip naked and jump right on. If there is a butt towel just move it out of the way and don’t bother using it. It will just send mixed signals.
A good massage therapist isn’t going to jump right on your junk and if he does you picked the wrong guy. This has happened to me once (the guy just started fucking me) so don’t be afraid to tell him to stop. I wouldn’t have minded the fucking but for the price I wanted a massage first. Usually though the will be more subtle. They will start by massaging your back or legs and maybe a finger will slide down to your ass or between your legs to brush against your balls. It’s all about plausible deniability. If you don’t signal that you like it he may try a few more times just to make sure, but then if you don’t signal consent he will just give you a normal massage which can be wonderful by itself.
If you like it let him know. Give him a little moan or sigh every time his hands find there way too your sensitive regions. He will increasingly get more bold until you get the satisfaction you are looking for. Sometimes they make it part of their art. One massage therapist would play with my ass with one hand while working my shoulder muscles with the other in a way that might have been painful if I had noticed it was there.
The best of them can combine the sensual with the therapeutic aspects to the point you can’t tell one from the other.
If you’re lucky you will have the best orgasm of your life.
I love the feeling of the masseur’s fingers when they slip up my legs, graze my balls, and glide up my ass crack...