Completely Naked

I'm getting a massage tonight!

I need it!  I want it!  I'm going to get it!

Beach Massage

and were back . . .

What a fucking great weekend.  We stayed at this hot resort, did the beach thing Saturday and then drove back up the coast on Sunday.

Anal Massage

It's been a long week.  I needed a massage bad and called my regular favorite amateur masseur. 

Lee, the masseur, put this ad in craigslist a year ago offering a free massage to anyone with a 'gym-toned' bod.  I needed a massage bad then, as I do now. All my regular 'friends' were way to busy to accommodate me then and I wasn't going to pay for it, but now I'm a regular.  Lee has magic, intuitive hands and knows how to respond to your needs.  He should be charging me as he has started to charge other people.  I guess a little flirting goes a long way.  I've been back several times and each time he clears a slot for me even with short notice.

Knowing the drill, I took off my shoes at the door when I arrived and he led me into his back room.  I stripped naked, already hard as I usually am, and sat on the table to talk with him about the massage and where I ached.  Lee approached me, put one hand on my naked shoulder while he focused and touched the spots where I said I needed work.  His eyes kept wandering back to my hard-on to which he eventually moved his full attention, touching the tip of my penis, "You are always hard when you come here."  "Yea, I know," I responded.  "It's my curse.  Anytime I take off my clothes I get an instant erection."  "We'll have to take care of that for you," he said as he guided me face down on the table, draped my body and completed his final preparations.

I felt his warm hands at my neck, massaging the muscles.  At first I was tense, but soon drifted into relaxation as he moved up my neck to my temples in round circles to my jaw. Round and round, he massaged me.  He moved to the base of my neck and with long strokes moved up and then down.  I was really getting into it and felt all the tensions of a tough workweek drifting off.

I felt the drape being pulled back to the small of my back and Lee's hands caressing my shoulders and then sweeping down my spine to the crack of my ass and then back again.  He worked each shoulder, arm and hand separately.  I love that he spends so much time on my hands.  It's so fucking erotic to have him massage the muscle between my thumb and index finger. 

Much of his effort was then focused on loosening up my back; kneading deeply into the tense areas followed by long sweeping motions up and down my spine, then deep kneading again.  With each sweep, he went further and further over my ass until it was no longer covered by the drape.  I was rock hard and leaking pre-cum at the anticipation of what I knew was to follow.

He moved to my feet and then to my legs making his way up to my ass again.  With long sweeping motions he moved from my ankles to my ass and then removed the drape completely leaving me naked.  I felt his strong hands push my legs apart and then focus on my inner thighs.  Up and down his hands moved, grazing my balls each time.  With each motion, he spread my legs wider and wider until I felt cold air rush to my freshly exposed anus.  He had readied me, through his relaxation technique, for what was next.

I heard the snap of latex gloves and then felt cold, wet lube being dripped on my hole.  He apologized and quickly moved in caressing my exposed anus with his warm hand.  He massaged in circular motions, round and round and then followed by slow penetration with his finger.  I gasped in ecstasy and became short of breath as I felt his finger gracefully enter me.  My cock was so hard it began to throb between by abs and the table.  He continued massaging in circular motions, further and further into my hole, with one finger and then two, until he found the holy gland.  I knew the moment he hit it because the erotic sensations exploded in my ass.  He encircled it with his fingers massaging and pulling.  I moaned passionately and squirmed on the table in delight.  He continued vigorously massaging the gland and then round and round inside me.  I couldn't take anymore and motioned for him to stop but it was futile; he was going to finish what he started.  In and out of my hole his fingers began to fuck my ass. 

As he fucked my ass, he grabbed my balls and pulled back.  I had no choice but push my ass high in the air exposing my hole further and allowing him room to grab my cock.  With rapid strokes he brought me the threshold of ecstasy, then slowed his pace to a stop and pulled out.

"Jared, please turn over."  I looked down at my cock as I turned.  A flood of pre-cum was all over my cock, the table and my abs.  He looked down at it as well, almost proudly, but did nothing to remove it.  I laid back.

He moved to the head of the table and began the second half, working my shoulders and arms.  He then moved to my chest and abs kneading deeply and forcefully and then finally made his way to my crotch.

He shoved his hand under my ass, asked me to lift up and then placed a thick pillow under it.  My cock was now high in the air for maximum access.  He grabbed my balls, separated them in between his fingers and began massaging them slowly at first, but soon picking up speed and pulling down on them and making my cock rise into the air.  He then took hold of my cock and stroked the shaft stopping intermittently to swirl his finger around my piss hole.  Up and down he stroked my cock.

As he stroked, he bent both my legs up for better access to my anus.  Then, without hesitation he shoved several fingers in and began fucking my ass.  I couldn't take it and squirmed all over the table again not sure whether I was in pain or pleasure.  Stroke after stroke brought me closer to my threshold until, with only a slight gasp, my cock exploded as cum flew high into the air like a rocket and landed all over my chest and face.

"That should take care of your stress for a while.  I'll leave you for a few minutes to rest and then you can shower."

I don't always get into massages like this but Lee has rather good hands and knows how to get the job done.  I've sent both Nate and Paul over there and they came back in full agreement.

I'm heading out to LA now for New Years.   I'll have my laptop and hopefully access to a connection.

Tyler

The night quickly arrived. Jeff had me back by 6pm. I took a long nap and then prepared for Tyler’s arrival. At 10pm by doorbell rang. Tyler was right on time.

“Hey,” he said as he entered. I could smell alcohol on his breath already. He took off his shirt as he entered. This boy has an incredible body, smooth and tightly wrapped around his ever-growing muscles. His abs seemed more defined than just a few weeks ago. I closed the door and followed him in. “Tyler man, have you been working out?” I put my hand on his shoulder and turned him toward me to feel his abs. He tensed up a little but flexed them. “Yea, just a little,” he responded with a little smile. He knows I love his body. “Do you have an beer?” “Yea, dude. Why don’t you sit in the living room and I’ll go get us some.

I came back with the beer. He stood up. “Where’s your bed?” “Ok,” I said, “I guess you want to get right to it.” “Yea. Let’s do this. You can take off your clothes again if you want. I mean, you don’t have to wait. I’m ok with it.” He seemed a very different guy tonight than the cocky one I left back at the dorm. I led him to my bedroom. He took his pants and briefs off at the door and dove for the bed, almost playfully. I stripped and followed. OMG what a beautiful ass!

He lay out on his stomach and turn his head toward me. I was already rock hard. “Man, you’re hard again,” he said. “Are you that hard all the time?” “Only when there’s a really hot naked guy on my bed.” He grinned and turned back toward the headboard.

I got on top of him, and reached for the oil. My balls rested on the crack of his ass while my cock stood straight up. I couldn’t help but stroke it intermittently with the oil as I massaged him.

I started massaging on both sides of his neck. “Jared . . .” “Yea, Tyler?” “When did you come out?” “It’s complicated.” I pushed my fingers up toward his ears and massaged his temples and then made my way back to his neck. He moaned and I moved from his neck to his shoulders. “How is it complicated?” “I come from a incredibly conservative family and lived in a awfully conservative state in the south.” I continued the massage as I talked with him. “Staging who I told was the best way for me. I either got a positive or negative reaction, learned from it, and then moved on. Some people I’ve still never told.” I moved passed his shoulders and down both arms just a little way and then back up again.

“Do you have sex with other guys?” “Um, yea dude I’m gay. That’s what we do. Now relax and let me at those beautiful arms.” I moved to his left arm, or was it his right, I don’t recall now. I kneaded his biceps and triceps and then, with one swift motion moved up and down his arm with long fluid strokes. I worked his hands and fingers and then moved on to the other arm with all the same movements. He had begun to relax now and I moved to his upper back.

“Jared . . .” “What dude?” “Where do you go out to meet other guys?” I stopped the massage. “Tyler, what’s up with all the questions?” I tried not to be annoyed. He twisted his torso toward me and I moved off him. I couldn’t help but notice the muscle in his shoulders, chest and abs as he did this. “I’m just curious, that’s all.” He twisted more and lay back down. His cock was in full view but limp, not like last time. “I think I might be Bi,” he said. I sat back on the bed.

We talked for some time, maybe an hour, I didn’t keep track. I learned that he is from a really small farm in the Midwest and has never been exposed to any of the gay community or culture. Turns out that he is twenty-two years old and this was his first semester at school. He had been held back by his family and not allowed to leave until he insisted. He works two jobs and is in a lot of debt to pay for school. I tried to teach him some of the more critical things about our community, places to go out, what to stay away from, and what to cling to.

During the conversation he edged toward me until he could reach for my now limp dick. He played with it and I got hard again. “Tyler, you’re driving me crazy.” He had gotten hard to. The situation was different for me now, though. He wasn’t just a piece of meat that I picked up off the list. He had become a real person to me. Someone who was reaching out and needed help. I couldn’t make any move but to get off the bed and end the night gracefully.

“I’ve never had a blowjob before,” he said as I got up. “What?” He giggled shyly. “I’ve never had a blowjob before.” “You’ve never had a blowjob even from your girlfriend?” “Oh, um that. Jared, I don’t really have a girlfriend.” “Have you ever been with a girl?” “Yea, but back home.”

“Tyler have you ever been with a boy before?” He shook his head no. I moved back toward him. He moved back toward the headboard in anticipation. His cock engorged with blood again and he became hard as stone. I reached for his legs and pulled him forward until he was at the edge of the bed with plans to give that boy the best blowjob my imagination would allow.

He laid back and I used just my tongue to play with his cock. I licked his shaft up and down, over and over. Still with no hands, I maneuvered his cock into my mouth, pressed my tongue against his shaft, and moved up and down as slowly as I could. “Oh fuck, he whispered.” I could already taste his pre-cum, which was a little sweeter than most I’ve tasted in other guys.

I spit his dick out and it hit his abs with a wet thump. With my hands I grabbed his cock and balls and worked them as I tongued the ridges in his abs. “Oh fuck,” Jared. Pre-cum oozed from his hole and lubricated his cock making it easier for me to stroke. I move a finger up toward his piss hole and stuck it in as far as it would go and then swirled it around. He squirmed on the bed. With my hand still holding his cock, I moved back down and wrapped my lips around the head. With one swift motion I deep-throated him and pulled up several times. His balls had moved in close to the base of his cock and he was moaning.

Several more times I did this while pulling on his balls. “Oh fuck . . . of fuck.” He exploded in my mouth without warning and sat half way up. I pulled him out and began stroking violently. He exploded again and then one more time all over my hands and his abs and then lay back down with his hand over his eyes. “Oh my god that was great,” he said. I played with his cum and swirled it over his abs. “I’m sticky.” He sat up.

“Dude, I owe you a shower.” We both sauntered to the shower and cleaned up. It wasn’t until he left that I realized that I hadn’t gotten off. I was ok with that. This was about him tonight. He left happy and with a new outlook on life.

Weekend Part I

As I sit down to write this, late on Sunday evening, I am completely exhausted from a non-stop weekend. I have just enough energy to get you through just before Tyler arrived Saturday night and then I will have to stop and finish up tomorrow. So, fair warning, there are probably a lot of typing errors and if you want to read the whole story without interruption stop now and check back after 10pm PST tomorrow for Part II.

After my little detour on Friday night I wrote up my experience and was in bed relatively early for me. Saturday was already fully planned; early breakfast downtown, meeting with a friend of a friend who taught me some basics in Illustrator so I could design the new banner, wind surfing with Jeff and finally, what I’ve been waiting for since mid-week, a hot night with Tyler.

Saturday turned out to be beautiful in San Francisco; 68 degrees and sunny. Breakfast was ok. This was a set of friends from the other side of my multi-faceted life, the more conservative, clearly not really me but just playing along as not to scare the little prudes, side. I wore kaki pants and a polo shirt, tucked in and collar up of course with nice penny loafers and matching belt. I only own one outfit like this, I swear. They went on and on about how they were buying their third home in Fort Lauderdale, as an investment, of course, and how they were planning to adopt but really weren’t telling anyone just yet. I’m not sure I’ll ever reach that part of life. I’m thirty-something going on 18 and just find that kind of life so awfully boring which is probably why I will never live in a suburb or a city any smaller than this one-sometimes I find SF a little to small.

I quickly got out of there by 8:30 and ran back to the Castro to meet up with the Illustrator guy in a local coffee shop. We sat for two hours while he taught me the very basics of the design and layout. I knew what I wanted and it didn’t take us long to come up with the design. He fell in the floor laughing that I was using Blogger as the engine for my blog. Apparently it’s the K-mart of the web or something. I’m so new at all this stuff. I have no idea what I am doing. He highly recommended that I move over to Typepad or one of the other more professional pay sites and use a photo storage site for the photos. We’ll see what happens.

Jeff met me at the coffee shop and wondered why I wanted to know so much about web design. I sidestepped the conversation not wanting him to know what I was up to. It is bad enough that Nathan knows. We headed back to my place where I picked up my wetsuit and other gear. Jeff had already packed everything on his SUV and we were off. The surfing was awesome although I spent more time falling over than actually doing it. The water was freezing even through the full body wet suit. I’m going back to regular surfing. The wind thing isn’t for me.

The night quickly arrived. Jeff had me back by 6pm. I took a long nap and then prepared for Tyler’s arrival. At 10pm by doorbell rang. Tyler was right on time.

Discreet Massage in the Dorm

His name was Tyler and I found him by answering an ad on craigslist. The title said, "I need a discreet massage . . . " and the message wrote, "Roommate is out. I am a straight man looking for a massage from another man, preferably straight or at least straight acting. Remember I like girls. I don't want to talk about guys. At least you should talk about girls. Straight porn is good to if you have it. No kissing"

By the way, before I get into the details, this one is dedicated to my inspiration for finding and massaging a straight guy.  Thanks Alex for showing me that straight guys to are willing to have a little man-on-man fun!

I emailed him with my pic and we wrote back and forth until he was satisfied that I wasn't a total freak. I had to be somewhat of a freak just to answer that ad. He sent back his pic and gave me his number to get directions. From what I could tell he was a totally hotty; early twenties, short dark hair, green eyes and tan. He was thin, no muscle tone, but very sexy. You could almost describe him as smoldering. In the pic, he was completely clothed. So the rest was left to my imagination. Just looking at his face sold me.

Turns out, he is a student living in the dorms at a local University here in SF. I was a little apprehensive about going on a campus, in a dorm, where there are rules against what we were about to do and University Police. I went anyway.

It was hard to find. I got lost and was an hour late but I did finally find the place. Tyler answered the door, shirtless. He must have been working out since the pics. He was still thin but developing nicely. It was new muscle on young skin. He had a great smooth body with beautiful abs.

"Hi, I'm Jared," I said as straight as I could. "I thought you were flaking out on me man." "Sorry," I said. "I got lost." He was nervous and had been drinking. He was still holding a beer and there were two empty cans on his desk. He pulled another out of small fridge and handed it to me. "Have one," he said. I took it and slammed it back.

He was pacing around the small room, nervously. It was dark except for the television blaring in the background. It reminded me of a cheesy motel room, except filled with a teenage guys stuff; a surfboard, clothes everywhere, bag of chips and not a whole lot of books for a student.

"So, did you want a massage?" "Um . . . yea," he said. He looked at me, shifting his eyes back and forth. "So lay face down on the bed." As he moved toward the bed, I let him get comfortable while I fumbled around in my bag to get oil.

He didn't take off his jeans and I didn't ask him to. I felt like any sudden movement and the night would be over. I hopped up on the bed and began to massage his shoulders. He jumped at my first touch and I pulled away. "You ok dude." "Yea," he said nervously. OMG, I thought to myself. Was this his first time with another guy? Do I have a gay (I mean straight) virgin on my hands?

I began again and this time he didn't move. He was tensing up. I ignored it and continued massaging his neck and shoulders without the oil for now. I needed him to get more relaxed and comfortable so I could get those jeans off.

"It's hot in here," I said. "Do you mind if I take off my shirt." "Um. . . no." Straight guys are such conversation minimalists. They just seem to grunt out whatever they want to say: short and to the point.

I took off my shirt and reached for the oil. "I'm going to use oil so that I can really work your muscles." Before I finished my sentence, I had oiled up my hands and put them on his shoulders. I didn't give him a choice. He seemed ok with it.

I massaged his shoulders, upper back arms and hands thoroughly. He was getting into it now and was more relaxed. His new twenty year old skin was soft and tight and displayed his developing muscle well. I played with the ridges of his triceps and biceps as I massaged. I pulled on each finger as I massaged his hands. I moved back to the core of his back and, using long and deep stroked made my way toward his lower back.

"Hey man," I said. "If you want me to continue, you need to lose the pants." He hesitated. "Ok." "Lift up your ass." He did and I reached underneath, unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down. He wasn't wearing any underwear. My cock was so hard now it hurt. Precum was making its way to the surface of my shorts. I pulled them off him and went back to work massaging his lower back making my way toward his ass.

It was beautifully round, tight and muscular. I squeezed more oil out on my hands and rubbed them together to make them warm. I placed them on the top of his ass and made my way around his cheeks and then up the top half of his crack. His ass tensed a little as I did this a few times. I massaged the muscle on one side and then the other. Each time I tried to pull open his ass crack to expose his hole. He was letting me do it. I moved my hands back to the circular motion and continued to expose his hole more and more.

I moved down one leg and then up again in long sweeping motions. I massaged deep into the muscle on his calf and then moved back up, continuing the deep penetration. The closer I got to his groin the more intensely hard I became knowing that soon I would graze his balls and test his comfort with moving further.

Moving in for the kill, I swept down his leg again and then all the way back up until, at long last, grazed his ballsac. He didn't move and didn't say anything. I moved back down again and then up further, really touching his balls just once.

I massaged the other leg with the same technique. When I got to the end I purposefully rubbed the back of my hand between his legs and massaged that sacred spot between his balls and hole. I couldn't hear very well, but I think he moaned slightly. I didn't go any further with his ass. I had to get him turned over in hopes that he would let me play with his cock- the real prize.

I couldn't take my cock straining against my shorts any more so as I told him to turn over, I slipped them off.

He turned over and, to my delight, was half hard and growing. His eyes were also shut really tight. I started up toward his shoulders and neck again and moved down his arm simultaneously. My cock was hovering very near his while I did this. We both had full on erections. I made sure that I didn't touch him with it.

I moved to his chest and played with it, rather than massaged it, for a long time. I did more light touching of the skin and nipples to create sensory overload. I think I achieved my mission as I noticed goose bumps on his skin as he shuddered.

His gorgeous worked out hard abs were next. I love abs and his were perfectly flat and cut in all the right places. I oiled up again and rubbed my hands up and down them admiring the hard work he must have put in them at the gym. He tensed them as I did this, most likely to show off. I moved closer and closer to the head of his now throbbing cock and then touched it slightly. I moved around it and then massaged his legs all the way down and then back up again until my hands were between his legs, almost cupping his balls and then back around his cock to his abs. I continued to tease him by not touching his cock, over and over again.

Eventually I moved my hand to his lower abdomen underneath were his cock rested and massaged him with circular motion. I looked at his face as I did this to gage how much he was willing to take. He was squeezing his eyes shut so I moved back up his abs to his chest and then back down again, this time rubbing my hand down his cock and balls to his legs. His cock responded by pushing back on my hand so I did it again several times.

He was getting really uncomfortable even though his cock was responding. "Are you ok," I said hoping that he would say yes. "I'm not ready for that," he said as he opened his eyes. "Oh your naked." he said as he stared at my hard cock. "Yea. I was getting uncomfortable so I took them off." "Ok. Well I think I'm done now." He got up and wrapped a towel around his waist. I was left standing there completely naked with a massive erection.

"I need to take a shower," he said. "So do I," I said. "I guess I better go." "You can take a shower with me if you want." I was shocked. We both headed for the shower and he got naked again.

We soaped up. He wasn't hard anymore. "I'm a little embarrassed that I'm still hard," I said. "I need to take care of this soon." He hesitated but didn't say anything. "What?" I said. He paused for a long time. "Just spit it out already." "You can do it here if you want," pointing in the shower. I swear he really said this.  I know you all must think I'm making this shit up.

I turned toward him and began to stroke off. "The other way," he said pointing toward the drain. So I turned around and massaged my hard-on. His hands slipped around my waist and he began massaging my abs as I stroked. It wasn't long before I was past the point of no return. I exploded and my cum hit the shower wall.

He pulled his hand away and we finished up our shower. He got all straight cocky again as we got dressed. He said thanks. I left with a set of great memories and a story for my blog.

Business Trip Memories

I have no current sex stories to tell tonight, although my new jeans almost got me laid this evening. They really do hang low enough to show your pubes and the tight tight t-shirt I was wearing didn't help matters. I was just so busy running to meet friends I didn't have time to pursue it.

Something that happened a while back came to mind today at work. So I am reliving history tonight by writing about a business trip I went on with a guy named Neil a few years ago.

We were working for this internet start-up company (yes and now famous one_and no I'm not rich, poor actually, I left before all my colleagues were made instant millionaires to pursue a career as a public servant. I thought it was the human thing to do.) Back then we were on a really tight budget. We had to share everything from cubicle space to hotel rooms. Neil and I were paired up for a 2 night trip to the middle of nowheresville.

I was a little apprehensive about staying in a small room with him. He was straight. I was attracted to him. He had a great body. I am famous for having a perpetual erection even without the stimulation. I wasn't sure he knew I liked boys. This was a recipe for disaster.

We flew out in the wee hours of Monday morning, drove miles and miles to get there, had hours and hours of meetings, checked in the room and both collapsed of exhaustion from the long intense day. When I woke up the next morning Neil was already dressed and heading out the door. We experienced a much lighter day Tuesday, had a few hours to kill after work and decided to hit the town.

After a pathetic meal at the town's only local diner, we decided to hit the only bar in town and have a few beers. The place was really seedy. We both looked at each other and decided not to go in. I suggested we make a run to the local stop-and-rob, pick up a few beers and head back to the motel. I noticed it had a pool in the back and suggested we go there.

This particular motel we were staying at was fairly new and the pool area was great. It was also completely deserted. We sat for a while, drank beer and talked about the company we worked for and whether it would ever hit the big time. He talked about sports (yawn) and girls he dated. At one point he asked me about my dates and I responded with a slight correction of guys instead of girls. It didn't seem to bother him in the least.

He was pretty toasted. We both were. "I'm going to go for a swim. Do you want to join me?" He stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt. "No," I said. "I don't have a swimsuit." "Neither do I. There's no one around. Let's just go in our underwear." "I'm just going to have another beer right now. Maybe later."

He continued taking off his clothes. Neil had a flawless, well developed body from years as a gymnast in high school and college. An injury to his leg kept him from going to the Olympics but he said it was a career blessing. It also didn't stop him from continuing his workout routines. He had dark brown hair, green eyes and a slight 5 o'clock shadow no matter what time of day it was. He had beautiful olive skin that stretch over those meaty muscles. His pecs were like slabs of beef and his abs were like chiseled granite even when he didn't flex. From the looks of the buldge in his tighty-whities that night I knew he was blessed in other areas as well.

He jumped in the pool, swam a few laps as I watched his shoulders and back muscles flex as he swam.

Not long into his laps, he stopped and sounded like he was in a lot of pain. "My leg, My leg," he grunted. "What happened?" I jumped up and went over to the pool. "I have a real bad charlie horse. I get them sometimes." "What do you need?" I asked. "Just help me out of the pool."

I did and we made our way back to the room. He laid down on the bed in his wet underwear. I could see everything through those wet shorts and had an instant erection trying to force its way out of my pants. He was holding his leg trying to massage it.

"Do you want me to help?" I moved in close. He seemed grateful and said yes. "Push yourself up on the bed more and face down." He did and I massaged his calf. "How's this?" "Better," he said. "Do you want me to stop?" "No. It needs to be worked out. My whole leg needs to be worked out." Holy shit I thought. I'm not going to make it through the night without some kind of sexual release after this.

"Ok," I said. "But you need to get out of those wet underwear. You are soaking the bed. I'll go get you a towel." I went into the bathroom fetched a towel. When I got back, he was already taking his underwear off and I got a full view of his cock, balls and anus. Heavenly is the only word that describes what I saw.

He laid back face down, his beautiful muscular ass staring right at me and my cock straining to get out of my pants. I covered his ass with the towel. "Just a minute," I said. "I'm going to change out of these work clothes." I pulled a pair of my tan cargo shorts out of my suitcase and changed into them. I didn't bother putting on anything else. I also pulled out some massage oil - I was a boyscout. What do you want from me!

I got back on the bed and began massaging his calf and then his leg with long sweeping strokes. He noticed the oil right away. "Where did you get the oil." "It was leftover from my last trip." "That feels great," he said. I rubbed his feet, pulled and lifted his leg and then put it down. Nervously and not knowing if he wanted a full massage, I started on the other leg. He responded positively so I continued, again, with long sweeping strokes. I made my way up his leg as close to his crotch as I thought I could go without being obvious. I could tell he was enjoying it and switched legs and perform the same movement.

"How are you feeling?" I asked. "Great now," he said. "Do you want me to massage your back?" I held my breath. He hesitated and then said, "Um. ok." I moved up closer to him. "It is easier for me if I straddle you. Is that ok?" "Um. ok," was his response again. I made my way up over his ass and massaged his shoulders and back. I have never felt muscles like this before. So thick and meaty. My erection was tenting my shorts and pre-cum had already seeped through. The alcohol was beginning to take its toll on him and I could tell he was drifting in and out of consciousness. I continued the massage down toward his ass. Moving down and straddling his legs, I removed the towel and made my way down his crack. He didn't move. I opened his crack more and more with each circular motion. He was making light sounds now. I interpreted this as a good sign and continued to massage his hole and then made my way to his balls. I cupped them and then massaged, pulling them back as far as I could. Lazily, he motioned with his hand to stop. "Not there," he said. I moved on back down his legs and then up again with long sweeping strokes. I noticed as I did this he drifted to sleep.

I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my hands, my cock head was chaffing from rubbing against my shorts so I took them off. I had a huge erection that wasn't going away. I needed to get off. I peaked outside of the door. He had turned over on this side and I had a full view of his chest, abs and penis. I thought about jacking off to the view but couldn't do it. It was just to weird.

I jumped in the shower and soaped up. Thinking about what I had just done, I grabbed my cock and started stroking and rubbing my hand up and down my own chest and abs. I touched my ass and my hole. Stroking and stroking. Fuck, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I shot my load in the shower and watched my little swimmers go down the drain.

Drunk and satisfied I went back into the room, covered Neil with a blanket and went to bed.

The next day he thanked me for helping him with his leg. He said nothing else about it.

It has been years since that happened. We lost touch after I left. I don't know where he is now.

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.