Completely Naked

The Massage

The other guy kept staring at my erection and it just made me harder and horny. He was close enough to reach out and grab my cock. I could smell his clean, freshly showered body. I nervously looked over at him. His dick was hanging long and low between his legs. My eyes wandered from his dick up to his hard tan abs, past his slightly hairy chest, up to his unshaven face, to his big green eyes. He smiled and looked me over as well. He reached over and pulled my cock to the right and let go. He bobbed back and forth. He said, "hot man." I felt pre-cum on the tip of my head. He rubbed his hand over my abs that flexed at his touch.

I was so into the moment that I didn't notice the assistant who came into the room.  "Jared," he said.  "Follow me."

I followed him down the hallway toward the last door. He was naked now and quite beautiful. He paused at the door, knocked, and then opened it. To my delight, I saw a naked, very well muscled, greying, asian masseur. The one in the ad.

The masseur welcomed me and asked me to lie face down on the massage table. This table was a little different than a normal one. It had the same thick cushion and open face rest, but in the center of the table, near where my crotch would be, was another long slender opening. I hopped up on the table and laid face down. My cock went through the opening and hung suspended. I was still rock hard.

The room was very warm.  There was nice relaxing music playing.

The first half hour of the massage was like any other normal massage. He began at my neck, worked my shoulders, arms and then began making his way down my back. My cock had finally started to relax but I was still very aware that it was suspended within the opening of the table. He stopped at the small of my back and moved to my feet, massaging them thoroughly. I was relaxed, drifting in and out of consiousness. He held the top of my right foot and placed his hand on my shin, stretching my leg upward. He moved to my left leg and performed the same movement. He then made his way up my left leg and then the right, with long sensual strokes. From my ankles to the base of my ass and back. He spread my legs apart and massaged my inner thighs moving closer and closer to the base of my ball sac until I felt him brush against it. As he moved closer and closer continuing to graze by balls, I spread my legs wider and wider. My cock began to grow again until it was fully engorged and erect. I felt my anus now exposed.

He moved on to my ass using circular motion, over and over, gradually spreading my cheeks with each stroke. I felt his fingers brush over my anus several times and knew it wouldn't be long before they were inside me. Then it happened. A gentle slip of his finger all the way in to his knuckle and then all the way back out. I gasped in pure ecstacy and I felt precum escape from my cock.

He stopped. I heard him fumbling around near a shelf. I couldn't see what he was doing but I heard the snap of latex gloves and a bottle of lube being squeezed.

He was back in an instant and spreading my cheeks again. I felt a rush of cold air around my anus, then lube and then his fingers massaging my hole. He made his way in again but this time teased me with a quick entry with the top portion of his thumb. He moved it in, then out, then in, again and again. It was driving me crazy. I wanted him to stick it all the way in and moaned for him to do so. He switched to using his index finger. This time making his way to my prostate, massaging it with circular motions. It was heaven. I felt one finger and then two. The sensations were nothing like I have ever experienced and I felt my self nearing orgasm. As I was just about to explode it stopped, pulled out, and called for his assistant who quickly entered the room. I didn't understand what he was doing. Was the massage over?

His assistant approached the table and I felt them motioning to each other with unspoken language. The masseur began massaging my anus again. The assistant went under the table and grabbed hold of my cock. He stroked it while the masseur penetrated my anus again. I almost had a meltdown as the ecstacy was to much. I exploded. Cum went flying all over the floor as the assistant pumped my cock.

I was spent but extremely relaxed after several hours of being examined and massaged.

Unexpected Physical Exam

I really needed a relaxing massage fast. San Francisco has a great source for finding fast massages by guys for guys on craigslist.org. Some of them are just escorts with no training whatsoever but if you know what to look for it is pretty easy to find a good massage. I have had the most luck with Asian guys. They have an intuitive touch that is just right for me.

I found what appeared to be a muscular Asian guy who offered a full body and prostate massage in the nude. The pic in the ad showed only his torso. He looked to be in his forties and totally ripped. This was perfect. Exactly what I needed. I answered the ad with one of my black and white shirtless pics. The sexy one where I am looking down toward my abs with my hair hanging over my face. He responded within 15 minutes with a phone number and said that he could see me right away.

When I arrived a very young beautiful Asian answered the door, most likely 18 or 19. He had a tight v-neck white tee that showed his thin muscular body. He also wore loose fitting scrubs that covered his legs. I felt a stir in my pants at the thought of him massaging me naked. I wondered why he didn't look like the guy in the ad but didn't care at this point. He was hot! He introduced himself as Michael. He didn't speak english very well but seemed overly accommodating. He bowed as I entered and placed his hand at the small of my back to guide me in.

The first thing I noticed was several pairs of shoes at the door-they were different sizes. I quickly realized I may not the only client here. He motioned for me to take my shoes and socks off and guided me in a small room near the entrance. He pointed toward a small wooden chair and, in his broken english, asked me to sit down. I did as I was told. He pulled a basin of water over and washed and massaged my feet. As he did this I could see over his shoulder down to the small of his back. It was perfectly V shaped. He shirt rode up his back and exposed just enough flesh to get my attention. I was instantly hard, felt my cock hit my pants and tent them slightly. He didn't seem to notice as he was focused on his task. I shifted around and tried to hide it. Once done he moved me into a second small but well decorated room where I waited for the next phase of my massage.

After what seemed to be half an hour I was startled by an Asian man in scrubs and a white lab coat. He sat down beside me. "Hello. I am David," he said. "I would like to ask you a few questions before your massage." He asked me a litany of questions: When was my last massage? Did I have any injuries? Had I ever had a prostate massage before? It had been a while since my last massage and I have never had a real prostate massage, unless of course you count a quick fingering followed by hard cock up my ass. He also asked when I had my last physical. I needed clarification . . . 'You mean a medical exam?' He said yes. I hadn't had a physical in over 10 years. I explained to him that I am never sick and didn't feel the need to go to a doctor. He finished scribbling notes on a clipboard and then called for the lad that greeted me earlier. He turned to me and asked if I would mind submitting to a quick exam before the massage. I didn't really understand why, but secretly loved the idea of being examined so I said ok. Michael came into the room at that point and took me down the hall into the next room.

Upon entering this room I noticed it was set up like a real exam room at a doctor's office including an exam table, a table with stirrups and all types of medical devices. Michael guided me into the room and asked me to get undressed and put on a gown. He sensed my becoming very nervous. I was only wearing cargo shorts with no underwear and a zip-up sweatshirt hoodie with no shirt underneath. He moved toward me compassionately and said let met help you. I nodded. He unzipped by hoodie and slipped it over my shoulders. "Nice chest," he said. His hand moved across my chest, down my abs and rested at the button on my pants. His eyes never left mine as he unzipped them and let them fall to the floor. I was naked, hard and embarrassed. He said nothing as he grabbed a gown from the shelf and held it up for me to put my arms through. He asked me to sit on the exam table and wait. He left the room without shutting the door.

I heard the older guy speaking to someone outside the door but I couldn't see anything. He passed by the door but didn't look in. Then more conversation. It was the younger one. He was with someone else. He passed by the door then . . . The hottest guy. Total naked. Early 20's. He was following Michael into the room I just left. "How are you doing?" David entered my room. I jumped. My gown was tented by my erection and a small wet spot had formed on the gown next to the tip of my cock. "Fine," I said. He didn't really seem to pay attention to my answer.

I asked him how long this would take and when would I get to the massage. "Only ten or fifteen minutes," he said. "Now lets take a look at you."

He moved closer to me and leaned around my back. He pushed the gown open to expose my back and then began feeling his way with a stethoscope from the top to the side and then toward the bottom while asking me to breath in and out. "You've been working out for a long time," he said. "Um, thanks." I didn't know if that was a compliment or not. He pushed the gown off my shoulders and it fell in my lap. He used the stethoscope on my chest, left and then right, to listen inside. He pulled it away and then ran his hands over my chest. His hands were strong and warm. He pinched my nipples playfully and said that everything looked fine so far and that he wanted to take a look at my abdomen.

Following his lead, I laid back onto the table. He push my gown down toward my crotch and placed his hands at the top of my abs, massaging them with his fingers. I was still rock hard. So hard I was beginning to hurt. He made his way down my stomach and bumped into the top of my cock.

"You have an erection," he said. "Um, yes." I was so embarrassed. He lifted the gown completely off me and I instantly felt a cold breeze. "How long have you been hard?" "For about an hour," I said. He took my cock in his left hand and my balls in his right. "Let's just make sure everything is alright." He examined my cock thoroughly while pulling and tugging on my balls. He opened my piss hole with one hand and grabbed a long, slender and shiny instrument with the other. I thought I might explode. He pushed this thing down my pisshole and pre-cum squirted all over me and his white coat.

He pulled the instrument out and asked me to turn over. "One more check," he said, " and we can get on with the massage." I turned over and he pried open my anus. He tapped it with his finger a few times, slapped my on my ass and said we were done here. I sat up on the table, still erect. He called his assistant, Michael, asked him to finish up and left the room. Michael asked me to follow him. I stood up and grabbed the gown. "You won't need that." He took it from me.

I followed him over to a scale in the hall, was weighed in and then led back to the waiting room. To my surprise, the other naked guy was sitting there. Michael placed me in a chair next to the other guy and left the room. There I was naked, erect and completely embarrassed waiting for my massage.

Here is the link to the actual massage.

Nude Beach

I left work early today and headed for the nude beach near the Golden Gate bridge. It was an unusually beautiful day: 75 degrees and sunny. There were lots of other guys there with the same idea as me. This beach is so difficult to get to that you have to be physically fit to get there and there are rarely any rangers to stop you from playing.

I have such a difficult time controlling my hard-on. Every time I drop my boardshorts I am instantly erect and have to lay on my stomach for a while. Today wasn't any different.

After I felt everything was ok, I turned over. Guy after guy passed by me while I soaked in the sun. Most didn't walk around naked. I had to turn over like 5 times because I kept getting turned on when they stared at me. I don't ever see any girls at this beach.

After an hour a real cutie passed by. I could tell he just got there because he was looking for a place to stop. He walked away for 100 yards or so, looked back in my direction, and then came toward me at bit. He found his spot and laid his towel and other things down, peeled off his shirt and trunks and laid face down. I guess I'm not the only one who gets aroused at the feel of a fresh breeze.

He was more than cute. He was a real hottie. Blond hair, green eyes, tan, and smooth. He was muscular but not overly developed. Think Paul Walker in that 'Meet the Deedles' movie.

We exchanged glances for a while. He got up and headed down the beach naked. It was a beautiful site. After 10 minutes I said what the hell and headed in the same direction. I brought my water bottle and nothing else. If I got a hard-on now there would be no hiding it.

I walked passed a lot of boys sunning nude. There were couples lying next to each other, massaging each other, and occasionally, making out or more. I had to keep looking away and thinking of unpleasant things to keep it soft.

Toward the end of the beach I saw him standing there looking at the waves. He stretched his arms above his head and let them swing down to his sides. He must have had less than 2% body fat because you could see every muscle.

He saw me coming his way and turned toward me. I didn't even have time to react to my instant erection. So much for the 'play it cool' approach. He walked my way and I walked his. I held my water bottle in front of my crotch to hide it as much as possible but I don't think it worked very well. As we approached each other, he said hello and shifted his eyes between my face and my erection. I said hello back. "I'm Jared," I said and stuck my hand out to shake his. How totally lame. He did the whole surfer handshake thing and said his name was Rich. He looked at my cock again, smiled and said "Can I touch it?" Before I said yes he caught my head with his finger, pulled it to the side and let go. It bobbed back and forth.

That was invitation enough for me. I pulled him toward me and grabbed his cock, now erect. We groped each other for a few moments admiring each other chest, abs and cock. Not wanting to attract a crowd I pulled him behind a rock formation near the edge of the beach. I knelt down and took his dick in my mouth while my hand explored his body. He was really getting into it. His abs began flexing and his chest heaving. I knew he was close. I withdrew and began pumping him with my hand. Precum was oozing from his cock. I reached around and stuck my finger in his ass and he blew his load all over my chest and face.

I felt his hands under my arms as he lifted me up. He kissed my lips and licked his own cum off my face. He kissed me again and I tasted his cum. I rubbed the remaining cum off by chest and used it as lube to stroke my cock. He said, "That's so hot." I blew my load within seconds.

There were a lot of stares as we walked back to our towels together, our cocks still semi-hard. We approached his towel first. I kissed him and said, "thanks, nice meeting you." He said, "same here, see you next time."