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On the Massage Table
By Simon Peter
The second I walked into the massage room, my heart skipped a few beats.
I am a masseur at a health club and I have had this job for almost two years. I do a decent massage, clean and professional. Since I started this job, there were only two cases that did not end so cleanly, or professionally. They both ended in my getting a blowjob, both by older men. It was nice, what can I say, a quick release, minimum relationship hassle, and a useful tip afterwards. But I am wary of making advances, just in case. I could easily lose my job and getting a quick blowjob from a stranger isn't really worth it.
Most of my clients are older than 40. I get both men and women. I have often received compliments regarding my physical appearance and my massage technique. I value the way I look and I tend to show off a little, ok, a lot, but try my best not to act aggressive or inviting. I have never come onto my clients or given any indication that I am ready for more than just a massage. I take special care with the females, since I hate to get into complicated situations and lose my job. Females can be a pain!
Today, the guy sitting on the edge of the massage table was a veritable hunk. In his late twenties, I guessed, a fantastic physique, a killer face, he exuded testosterone. He was already naked except for a towel across his crotch. I was in my usual tight I-shirt and shorts, but I felt overdressed! It is a temptation to be naked with a hunk like that.
When I entered the massage room, the guy removed the towel, revealing hairy pubes and a cut penis, fat-looking, mushroomed-head, draped over his balls. I tried my best not to stare. His body was chiseled and beautifully toned.
I got busy with the oil bottles and could see in the corner of my eye that the man lay on his back on the massage table, naked, his cock and balls fully exposed. I was in a dilemma, and my hands shook as I arranged the oil bottles, whether I ought to expect some hot sex with this hunk or not. The man looked so inviting that not making a pass at him would make me regret it forever. But I couldn't jeopardize my job and get fired if I interpreted the signals wrongly and the man reported me as a sex fiend!
The signals coming from my mind were warnings that I should stick to my job and get my sexual satisfaction somewhere else, far from the workplace. There were many possibilities. And it wasn't that I lacked for sex. But counter-signals were reaching me from my balls and cock through my fluttering stomach: how could I let such a hunk of a man get away without at least having a go at him? Careful!
Go for it!
I was torn.
As delicious as the sight of his naked body lying on the massage table was, and as horny as I was feeling, I thought it was a bit vulgar, too forward, too evident, for the guy to lie on his back exposing his equipment. I prefer some subtlety, some playing around, before the real deal.
If there ever was going to be a real deal!
Discreetly so as he wouldn't take offense, I replaced the towel across his groin, slightly brushing my hand over his dick as I did so. I couldn't resist it. At the same time, I didn't want him to think that I was rejecting his advances. There was no reaction from him.
I started my massage on his upper chest and shoulders. I noticed that his eyes were on me all the time, studying my face, my body, my hands, lingering on my crotch. But I was afraid that my lust was magnifying the importance of these glances. Maybe he was just appreciating my toned body. Maybe.
Or maybe not? My eyes frequently flitted to the towel over his crotch to see if there was some interested twitching or stirring. Nothing yet!
As I proceeded down his sparsely hairy chest and upper abdomen, I marveled at the hardness of his muscles. This guy surely worked out a lot. Then I moved to his thighs and legs, down to the feet. As I returned to the muscled, masculine thighs, I kneaded the inner side all the way up to the edge of the towel. By now, and to my elated libido, I noticed the beginning of an erection, tenting the towel.
Although I could tell, or at least I was hoping, from the start, that this guy wanted more than just a massage, it wasn't until now, with his elongating erection stretching the towel, that I was sure.
Definitely. The man wanted cock. My cock.
Gently, I motioned for him to turn over onto his stomach. With a moan he did. This time, I removed the towel, and there he was, fully naked with the sexiest fuzzy man-butt I had ever seen. In immediate response, I erected, throbbing, pulsating, needing release. The fuzziness of the butt cheeks, the hairy crack, I just wanted to bend over and lick and kiss and bite this glorious ass, get it ready and wet for a deep fuck.
I did his shoulders and back, all the while noticing his grinding on the massage table, the rippling of his butt cheeks as he dry-fucked the table under him. Slowly, now that I was encouraged to take some kind of initiative, I moved my oil-slick hands inside his crack and started working it from the back of his balls, which were barely showing, across the prostate and hole, to its end at the back. Back and forth, slowly, gently rubbing, feeling the silky skin, the heat emanating from the fuck hole, the twitching against my finger tip. He was moaning loudly now, pressing back on my fingers. My erection was raging painfully inside my shorts and underwear. I was raring to climb on top of him and drive into his beautiful body.
Turning him over onto his back, now without the towel, I touched his erected penis, which was glued to his belly reaching almost an inch above his belly button, buried in a thick pubic hair bed. I was sure now. I was going to get laid, not just a blowjob from an old guy, but a real butt fuck, making me dizzy with lust.
I fisted the beautiful erection. My oily palm stroked his shaft easily, prising it away from his belly. His eyes were closed shut, but he moved one hand and grabbed my crotch. I let him feel my own erection. Stroking his shaft with one hand, I alternated the other hand between his hardened nipples, the head of his cut cock, and his twitching fuck hole. His rubbing of my cock inside my shorts felt urgent and full of desire. I grinded against his hand, enjoying the feeling.
The guy was moaning audibly. I was stroking his dick and his hand was rubbing my crotch without either of us even knowing each other's name. After a little while of cock massaging, I dropped my shorts and undies for him. My cock stood fully erect, vertical, hairy balls hanging low, full of man juice.
He immediately went for my cock with his mouth. The guy was hungry, I could tell, and my cock was right there for the taking.
It was incredible as I looked down on the top of this guy's head, watching him swallow my dick, stroking his hard rod, feeling it throbbing in my hand: this so macho-looking masculine guy, a fantastic male specimen, working his mouth on my man tool, moaning and slobbering. I probed his oil-slick hole with my fingers, inserting one then another inside him, finger-fucking him, stretching him, getting him ready.
He was ready. It was evident that the guy wanted more than sucking my cock. He wanted my cock up his ass. Withdrawing myself out of his mouth, I made him turn over, my cock dripping spit. I climbed on the massage table and lay on top of him, my cock sliding from the small of his back and into his crack. I could feel his butt cheeks squeezing on my hardness as I humped him. I worked his neck with my tongue and felt him respond with eagerness.
"Be gentle," was the first actual uttering coming from the guy as my cock head prodded his oily hole, pressing urgently, stretching the rim muscle, needing to enter. I shivered at the feeling of his hole slowly, painfully, opening up for me. My cock head penetrated. He grunted with the invasion. I almost expected him to tell me to withdraw. But he didn't.
I wasn't gentle. How could I be gentle, mounting this super-hot guy, spreading his cheeks, feeling his twitching hole at my cock head? No fucking way.
I penetrated him with full force, raping his ass all the way in to the base of my cock. He grunted loudly and I felt his body go tense under me as he tried to stretch wide enough for my invading rod. His fuck tunnel felt tight around my shaft, with my cock head pushing his inside deeper into his body.
"Bitch... Fucking bitch," was the second uttering after the initial surprise of my not being gentle. But he took me bravely. I could feel his ass muscle clench tightly around my fat cock as I plowed deep into him.
After the initial penetration and full thrust, I lay on top of him, my full weight bearing on him, my cock buried inside his body, my crotch grinding on his firm ass butt. I felt it ripple under me.
A minute or so later, I felt his hole relax and he began to grind back on me. He turned his head sideways and I leaned over and kissed his exposed neck and slowly moved to the side of his mouth, my cock flexing madly inside his tight body. We kissed for a little while and I started a slow one-inch- out-one-inch-in fucking, enjoying the leisure mixed with the heat of our bodies. As much as I needed to go full force into him, I shivered with lust as I prodded his butt.
Placing my hands on both sides of the massage table, I raised myself and started fucking him for real.
Our bodies were somewhat slippery with all the oil, and I was conscious of the fact that the massage table might buckle under my pounding, but that didn't stop me. Nothing would have stopped me. I fucked him with a frenzy that I had never done before. Somehow, his masculinity turned me on like never before. I realized that I was fucking a total stranger bare. In no way was I going to stop to wear protection. He didn't seem to mind and the skin of my cock against his silk tunnel felt amazing.
When I cummed, it was huge. Right from the beginning, when I touched his naked flesh, to the actual fucking of his ass and unloading my jizz into him, I hadn't said a word. But the chemistry was amazing.
The communication of lustful sex was more than enough. It felt as if his fuck hole was created for my cock. It was such a perfectly amazing fit: tight, slippery and twitching around my cock shaft, milking me.
Finally, I slipped out of him, turned him over and sucked him off to a huge ejaculation, filling my mouth with his juice and dribbling it out onto his balls.
Putting on my clothes, I ran my hand over his muscled thigh playfully, kissed his lips lightly and left.
"Thank you."
That was the third and last uttering of the guy as I closed the massage room door behind me.