I’ve recently just moved to a new city, and the rent is crazy here, so I’ve had to make do with staying in a coliving apartment. It’s been hard, cuz I used to be kind of a slut, but because the walls here are super thin, and I know I can’t control my volume when I get railed, I’ve just been holding all my urges in.
One month in, I simply could not take it anymore, and I decided to pay a visit to this gay massage place that I’d seen online. The place advertised itself as specialising in tantric and erotic massages, and although it made it pretty clear that no sexual services were offered, it had a “prostatic massage” on offer that I was pretty sure was gonna release all the pent up sexual stress I had building up inside me.
When I arrived, a cute young receptionist was working at the counter. His face lit up as I walked in, and he welcomed me with a warm smile as he walked me through the menu options, which included regular massages, body-to-body massages, nuru massages, erotic shower addons, etc. I decided to go with a body to body with prostatic massage.
He then led me to my massage room, and invited me to take a shower while I waited. The dimly lit room was very cozy, with candles flickering, and the scent of incense wafting through the air. Relaxing music was playing in the background. On the floor, there was a comfy queen size futon, at its head against the wall, there was a full mirror running the entire length of the bed. Hot.
I had already given myself a deep cleaning in anticipation of my prostate being worked on, so I hopped into the shower just to give myself a final rinse. When I came out, I was surprised to see the guy at reception standing in the room, now stripped down to his undies, holding a towel for me. Turns out, he was going to be my masseur for today. Taking in his boyish good looks and toned athletic body, “Oh my,” I remember thinking to myself, “I’ve hit the jackpot!”
As he put the towel around my naked body, he asked for my name, and introduced himself as K (redacted). With K drying my body from behind, I could already feel myself losing control down under. Stop it, Jay, he has barely even touched you. Stop getting hard you slut. I tried my hardest to think of Donald Trump, and clenched my thigh muscles in an attempt to redirect the blood flow away. However, K’s fingers swooped in from behind, deep between my buttocks to dry off my ass and my balls. I whimpered involuntarily, and immediately went from a semi to a full hard on. K let out a chuckle, gave me a light hug, and leaned in to give me a kiss on my neck. I knew I was done for.
K walked me to the futon, and instructed me to lie face down. As I set myself down, my raging hard on was in full view of the mirror. No point in hiding it now. I positioned it pointing down along my left thigh, in hopes that it might increase the chances of it getting serviced a bit on the side when I had work done on my legs. Turns out, I didn’t need to worry about being sneaky like that. As soon as I lied down, I felt a trickle of cool massage oil being poured all over my body, up my legs, my torso, down my back, dripping down my ass cheeks, and then… all the way down my dick.
And then out of nowhere, I feel K’s warm hands slide right down between my cheeks, cupping my balls, then his fingers wrapping right down my entire shaft. It was so sudden and unexpected that I gasp and let out a loud moan. I hear K chuckle again as he swiftly covers my mouth with his left hand. Leaning down, he whispers to me “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax, relax!”
I nod, and try to compose myself. I wasn’t a stranger to massages with a happy ending, but never had I experienced a start like this. K started to massage my back, first using his hands, then using his whole upper body, sliding up and down my back, from my buttocks up to my shoulders. I could feel his firm pecs making full contact with every inch of my back. Even more tantalisingly, I could ever so slightly feel his dangling cock sliding over my thighs and my buttocks. I don’t know when it happened, but K was fully naked now. K proceeded spread my legs apart. Now every time he slid up to my upper body, his right thigh brushed up between my thighs, grazing against my balls and my shaft. The sensation was so intense, I writhed in ecstasy under K’s body. K grabs my hand, and moves it to his crotch. Fuck. This guy is hung. I handle his huge mushroom head in awe, as K continues to grind against me. Fuck, this was not a massage with a happy ending. This was an actual erotic massage, true to its name.
K slowed down his pace, and came to rest on top of me. He slides his arm under me, and I was in a state of euphoria as his warm embrace envelops me, his presence calming my racing heart. I feel his soft lips on my neck, and he gently nibbles on my earlobes as I close my eyes, savoring the moment, feeling completely at peace in his arms. The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in our own little bubble of tranquility. I wanted that moment to never end.
K then slowly starts grinding his hips into me. I can feel his huge cock sliding on top of my ass cheeks, and then abruptly switching angles, he pushes it straight down and deep between my thighs. Even though he hasn’t penetrated me, it feels like he is so deep into me. I literally feel like it has gone straight through me from the back, to the front. Every stroke, his shaft grazes past my balls, and I squeal a bit.
Then suddenly, he angles his dick upwards, and starts sliding across my asshole. He repeatedly slides all the way up to the point of no return, with his tip pressing hard on my sphincter, but stops just before breaking through. I go crazy, and K has to muzzle me again with his hand once again. After a few minutes of this, my whole body is shivering in bliss, and K whispers in my ear “Would you like your prostate massage?” I nod like crazy, unable to cease my moaning. K slows down and I feel his fingers work their way down my cheeks. Then with no warning at all, he slides in and goes straight for my prostate. I let out a cry and immediately spurt out a rope of cum. K pulls out and immediately cradles my head, asking me if he hurt me. I said no, you just made me cum a bit. His eyes widen and a mischievous smile creeps across his face. He checks my throbbing cock, and scoops up my spilt juice with his fingers, then proceeds to slowly finger me with my own lube. Every stroke of his finger, K expertly slides over my prostate, applying just enough pressure that I feel on the verge of exploding. Tears are running out of my eyes are I writhe in pleasure, feeling like I’m perpetually on the edge of shooting my load, just perpetually leaking but not yet reaching that final explosive release. All the while, K’s other hand cradled my head, gently kissing my neck and licking my ears. In the mirror, I could look K in the eyes as he fingered me. His sly smile making be hornier than ever. I was in cloud nine. This felt even better than being fucked.
K kept varying the pace, slowing down, speeding up, switching fingers, changing pressure, watching me squirm under his control. Finally, he slowed down and held me in an embrace, once again hugging me from behind. Soothing me with his calm voice, he went back go teasing my hole with his cock. It was too overwhelming and I pushed back against him. The tip broke through my sphincter, and I yelped. It fucking hurt. K was huge and he was super hard. I felt like I had been split it half. K started apologising profusely, telling me he didn’t mean to do that, and asking me if he had hurt me. All the time I was just thinking, I was the one who pushed!!
As K hugged me like a baby, and kept apologising and saying he didn’t mean to push it in, I realised, huh, I guess they *are* serious about not offering sex services. (Well, I mean, if we narrowly define it as genital penetration at least.) K continued to massage my hole with his hand, and shower me with kisses on my neck. Once I had calmed down a bit. He had me turn over face up. He started sliding up and down my body again, but facing me. It was the hottest thing ever. As he started sliding his cock between my thighs, he looked deeply into my eyes, his smile piercing into my soul. “This way it won’t go in by mistake again,” he quipped, as I blushed. He then laid me on the bed with my legs over his, oiled up my chest, and started playing with my nipples and my cock. His rock hard cock rubbed against my ass crack, sending me into a frenzy again as he positioned it to put pressure on my perineum. As I neared the point of no return, K thrust his thumb in me, grabbing my prostate and my balls at the same time, while rubbing his palm on my sensitive head. I exploded with the most intense orgasm of my life. K slows down to a stop, leans down inches within my face, teasing me with a near kiss on the lips, then rolls me onto the side and locks me in an embrace, in a puddle of my cum. “Relax a bit, and take a shower when you’re ready, OK?” I nod, and burrow my head into his neck. K gives me a kiss on the forehead, gets up, cleans up a bit, and leaves. I continue lying there for 5 minutes, before I take a shower.
Once I’m all cleaned up, I head outside again. K is at the reception again, all dressed and looking very professional. “Did you enjoy your massage?“ he asks. “Very!” I reply. The exchange is cordial and surprisingly lacking in sexual tension whatsoever. “Well I hope we’ll see you again.” K says with a smile.
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I got fucked by my hung 19yo masseur (part 2 and 3)
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