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QUICK FIX GAY #38: K-pop Massage Therapist #3 – Lucas Wong Full Frontal Massage & Handjob

This is a gay story. Check out my Quick Fix series for straight smut and Quick Fix Gay for more gay content.

Pairing: Lucas Wong x Male Reader

Content: You’re a highly sought-after massage therapist working with idols and their companies. The reason Lucas keeps returning to you? You always give him a happy ending.

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 2,129

Your skills as a masseur are known far and wide in the k-pop industry, particularly among male idols. Lucas is eager to see you again when he enters the small room in which you do your job.

You look surprised. “You're only scheduled for 30 minutes,” you say and raise your eyebrows.

“I know,” Lucas says with a sigh. He throws a small bag in its usual spot in the corner. “So just the front please.”

He begins to undress right in front of you. “You really should get a locker room,” he says with a naughty smirk.

You give suspicious look. “You know we do have one,” you say and point at the door through which he came.

“I know,” he says calmly and winks, already shirtless when he takes off his pants.

You watch him get naked and check out his hot body. He's muscular, real fit, and you can't wait to put your hands on him.

He strips down to his underwear while you rub your hands in oil and get ready. You nod at the massage table in front of you with a casual and reassuring smile, and Lucas soon climbs on top.

He lays on his back and begins to relax. The moment you touch his stomach he closes his eyes, and the grin of excitement and satisfaction on his face goes away.

You do your job in silence. First, you gently oil up his front from shoulder to the edge of his tight undies. The man is already hard as bone and he isn't even trying to hide it, but even though you can clearly see the outline of his large erection you don't touch it. Not yet. You both know you'll get there eventually.

You get to work on his arms, by firmly rubbing your fingers around them, pressing on his sore muscles with your thumbs. “You've been working out a lot lately,” you say after about five minutes.

Lucas smiles but keeps his eyes shut. “Yeah,” he says, likely a little proud of his physical achievements and the fact that you've noticed. “Just came from the gym.”

I can tell, you think.

Once you're done with his biceps your hands glide back to his shoulders. You squeeze them and give the fit man a little shake, before you continue down to his chest.

His pecs are large and firm. He may have a slim body and narrow figure, but his chest really has become quite pumped, even more so than before. It's bigger and harder.

You plant your palms on the muscles and press down on them, and watch his face with curiosity as you squeeze the air out of his lungs.

“Ahhhh,” he exhales deeply. “I really need this. Last time I was here your colleague only did my back.”

That sounds perfectly normal, like a professional massage would be. Your naughty smirk returns. “Let me guess, she didn't even touch your ass?”

Lucas lifts his head and smiles at you. “You're the best.”

His words make you chuckle. You know you stand out from the rest, for more reasons than one. It's not for nothing that the idols keep asking to see you, and Lucas in particular has been coming to you for ages. You’ve even experienced both his downfall and return.

To tease him, you flick your fingers against his pointy nipples with one hand, and put the other firmly on the erection between his legs. It makes him laugh, but you quickly return to his chest and get back to work, turning professional again at least for the time being.

You keep rubbing his pecs in circular motions, and press your fingers into their sides. Lucas occasionally grunts, a sign that you're doing good work on his sore spots.

“Chest day?” you ask.

“Yesterday,” he says, and you can't help but stare at his plump lips as he speaks.

Fifteen minutes into the full frontal, upper body treatment Lucas came in for you turn your attention to his torso. Your hands glide away from his chest and down his sides, and you wrap your fingers around his waist.

Your thumbs ride along his abs like they're riding a series of waves. The man's got absolutely no fat on his body, and the toned muscles beneath his smooth skin are so firm they feel like rocks even in this relaxed state.

When the rest of your fingers follow, Lucas adjusts his position. Briefly, he lifts his head and shoulders from the table while his eyes remain closed, and the way his abs flex send a tingle to your groin which feels great.

You glance across the shiny, oiled-up body, his skin glistening in the light from the ceiling. His pecs cast a shadow on his ribs, and the slender figure really turns you on.

It's not uncommon that you get horny while you treat your clients. And with Lucas in particular, it's always a challenge not to turn the massage into your own personal sexual adventure. God knows he wants you to, though his never asked.

But you don't act on your desires, no way. You're paid to please, not to be pleased, and Lucas deserves your full attention.

You squeeze the abs one by one, pressing your thumbs hard against them while your hands glide down his sides. His belly button becomes stretched, and you fix your eyes on it as you continue south.

Eventually, you reach the seams of his underwear again. For a minute, while you press along the shape of his v-line and around his hips, the tips of your thumbs are even inside them. You can feel his pubes, and to really reach the lowest parts of his muscles, you pinch his erection through the fabric to move it to the side.

It makes Lucas’ mind alert. And it makes you suddenly aware of the limited time. When your wrist brushes against the tip of his enormous erection and your thumb briefly touches the head, you glance at a clock on the wall and ask:

“Thighs, or third leg?”

It's a pointless question. You know the answer already. Lucas did indeed come here for his sore muscles, and his company pays you to treat them. But there's no way he'll leave this room without first experiencing an orgasm.

He always does, every time. It's a given that a happy ending will be part of the alloted thirty minutes. After all this time of working with him, it's a wonder he doesn't just go fully naked on the table to begin with.

“Third leg,” he says with a smile, and for the first time since you started massaging him he opens his eyes and checks you out.

He begins to sit up but you quickly wave him down. “Don't get up,” you say and grab his underwear by the top seam. “I’ve got you.”

Lucas quickly adapts. You slowly pull the fabric down, and he helps by raising his ass and sticking his hand inside to keep his erection from getting stuck. Once the head is in the clear, you watch it being reveled while you slide the underwear down his thighs.

You keep going all the way to his feet, where the undies soon drop to the floor. Fully nude, Lucas remains calm and relaxed on his back, watching you with a dirty and satisfied smile on his lips and eager anticipation in his eyes.

He lets go of the boner which really is huge. It rests long and hard against his oily lower stomach. He follows you with his eyes while you reach for a tray beside the table and pour more oil into the palm of your hand. Then you return to the erection and grab it with confidence.

You maintain eye contact while you wrap your fingers around the shaft and begin to stroke it. Within seconds, however, Lucas tilts his head back and closes his eyes, and lets out a soft moan of pure, intense pleasure.

You glance at the clock. Only two minutes left, and you've got back to back appointments so you can't go overtime. It's not like this is sex and foreplay though, and Lucas is fully aware of your tight schedule.

You quickly begin to yank his cock, faster and faster. Your mind briefly drifts, as you work on him at a steady pace. Within a minute and a half, however, Lucas suddenly lifts his head, and the shiny abs and pecs on his body flex, which abruptly brings you back to the table.

You look at his face and smile. He's already grimacing and twisting. He throws the head back again and leans on his elbows, while you keep jerking his erection at great speed.

It shakes violently between your fingers. You stand back and use your elbow on the table for balance and stability. Your own erection is pressed against the side which feels wonderful.

Lucas’ skin positively shimmers and the shadows on it grow larger. You glance across his hot and muscular front and feel that tingle again, while he's brought ever closer to what he really came here for.

With just five seconds to spare, his ass is suddenly raised from the table and his whole body jolts. In a fit of arousal and sexual desire, he tosses and shakes, while your fingers squeeze tighter and your hand moves faster than ever.

“Ohh, fuck!”

Then he erupts. You stare right at the cock when his cum suddenly shoots out from it. The release is powerful, so strong that a thick string of liquid flies high and fast straight up into the air, landing in a line across his hip, the table and the floor.

And it doesn't stop there. More keeps coming, spraying in all directions. It dots his stomach, your hand and arm, and a some of it lands on his chest and shoulder.

He pants and heaves loudly while struggling to keep still. “Ohhh fuck!” he repeats, the pleasue he’s experiencing so intense he’ll call your hands magical in the review he’ll eventually leave. He always writes one.

Your hand keeps going, as you don't intend to stop until it's over. Lucas squirms but you hold his cock steady, refusing to let go at the peak of his amazing experience.

When the cum finally stops flowing and his body calms down, you slow your movements and laugh.

“Daaamn Lucas,” you say, glancing across his soiled body. ”She really didn't do this for you last time did she?”

Your client struggles to speak and breathe but manages a chuckle. “No…” he pants while trying to catch his breath. ”No, she wasn't… as good… ohh fuck! …as good as you.”

You gradually ease your grip around the shaft but can't stop giggling as you observe Lucas’ expressions. His groin is drenched in cum and your fingers with it, and his produce becomes mixed with the oil you've smeared on his smooth skin.

The moment his arms buckle and he falls flat on his back, however, you let go of the erection and quickly turn around, to find paper towels to clean him up with.

Lucas smiles wide at you when you begin to wipe his front. You take your sweet time, despite the appointment officially being over. But as soon as you're confident he's clean and ready, you take one final glance at the clock and a long step back.

“Time’s up,” you say with your hands held in front of you as not to dirty the room further, and watch the naked man sit up straight and slide his feet and legs off the table.

He jumps down and quickly goes for his clothes. You watch him get dressed, taking his sweet time.

“Same time next week?” you ask. He tucks his cock in, covers his wide thighs in skinny jeans, and hides his shiny chest under a tightly fitted t-shirt that showcases his pecs.

“Actually, you free tomorrow?” he asks. “I don't know why they only scheduled me for half an hour.”

“I'm not sure,” you say. “Have your manager call the front desk.”

“Will do,” Lucas says when he picks up his bag. Then he gives you one last big smile before he opens the door to leave. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” you say and wink at him, before you go to wash the cum off your hands.

Alone and in silence you take out your phone, to check who your next appointment might be. You smile when you see the name. Then you look at the table and floor with concern.

Dammit, Lucas! you think. What you really wonder, however, is why you even bother to clean up between appointments. In an hour you’ll just be doing it again.

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