Massages and More (Part 1)

I was attracted to Mike the moment I met him working at a national massage chain. I always asked for him specifically whenever I scheduled a massage. Pretty sure the girls knew I was gay based on the number of times they asked if I’d be okay with any male massage therapist other than Mike whenever Mike wasn’t available. But I always said no because in my fantasy, I would always be Mike’s.

I’d gone to him every week for about a year, enjoying every moment his warm magical hands worked on my body. We’d chit chat about life and how things were going when one day he let me know he would be leaving the chain to move in with his girlfriend and practice massage therapy privately. I signed on to be his first client because it’s nearly impossible to find a massage therapist who is actually in tune with the cause of your pain and how to reduce it through massage.

I was Mike’s devoted client and I followed him whenever he moved to different clinics in town. I’d been his client for over 4 years by this point. One day he seemed off and distracted. That’s when I learned he and his girl just broke up and that he was looking for a new place to live on short notice.

I loved the man like a close friend. While I always found him sexually attractive, his sweet and caring nature made me not just love him more, but really respect him as a person. I was okay with knowing nothing sexually would ever happen between us. And I never made a move because I was afraid it would cost me my friend.

That same day, after our session, I threw in a couple hundred bucks without saying anything. He never really checked the amounts I sent him because I always gave at least a 25% tip. It wasn’t until later that night that Mike called to thank me and tell me how much it was going to help for the move. I told him he could stay in my guest room a few weeks if he needed one while looking for a new place. I wanted to ask him to just move in with me, but I knew if I did, I was only setting myself up to be hurt and disappointed later on.

A couple weeks passed before I saw Mike again. He looked like he was doing a little better since he was able to take over his friend’s apartment. I was relieved to hear he wasn’t moving out of state and his situation was improving. He enthusiastically shared with me his new arrangement and thanked me again for that extra bit of money. He also told me that he was really moved by my offer to let him stay at my place because not a lot of friends would do that for him.

Things went more or less back to normal over the next few weeks. Little by little, the routine began to change. I first noticed this when he rested my arm across his knees when he sat working on my shoulders. The next session it was across his lap. The session after that, his junk (seemingly incidental) would graze my arm. Each following session I would smile as I secretly hoped these incidents would continue and said nothing. Finally, the day came when Mike was working on my back but his crotch grazed my ear… then it rubbed across my forehead until it grazed my other ear. I resisted the urge to smile, move, or make any noise that might give myself away but I was so turned on by this. Mike moved down to my leg, adjusting the sheet to only reveal the part he was working on.

“Is it okay if I take this off?” He asked, referring to my underwear that seemed to be covering up too much of my leg.

“That’s fine,” I replied. I remember thinking how fucking awesome it would be if the rest of the massage played out like a Pornhub trope.

Mike removed my underwear and in the process gave me a chub. I was trying to stay calm, hoping Mike wouldn’t notice it. Mike said nothing but proceeded to inch closer to my crotch. I gasped uncontrollably as he lightly ran his fingers around my ball sack until I was sporting a full on boner.

He asked me to turn around and I happily obliged. I watched Mike in awe and amazement he fondled me with a look of curiosity and experimentation.

“Is this okay?” He asked in a low voice upon noticing me watching this unfold.

“Yes…” I replied. “Can I touch you?” I shyly asked.

Mike nodded and moved closer to let me caress his legs and thighs. I felt every inch I could reach, noticing how his skin felt, the little bumps here and there, and how soft was the hair on his body.

“Can I touch your cock?” I asked, emboldened by his casual smile as I got to felt his ass.

“Only over the clothes” he whispered back as he took my hand and guided it over his crotch. I could tell it was thick as it chubbed up in my hand. I could feel his dick getting hard, uncomfortably suffocating as it was stuck in his pants pointing down.

“Can I suck you off?” I whispered, hoping Mike would consent.

“No… not today,” he replied.

“Next time, maybe? Please?” I asked as my eyes desperately implored him to not tease me like this.

“Maybe…” Mike said in the kind of non-committal way you’d use to let someone down easy when you want to say no.

I was so confused as Mike began jacking me off. I thought he was straight because of his ex-girlfriend. But here we were- Mike’s hand was on my cock rubbing me off.

My mind was full of questions I was afraid to ask. Was he exploring his sexuality? Was he using me to rebound or for revenge against his ex? Did he break up with her to be with me? Was this happening because he wanted more cash? Did he know I was gay and this was his way of repaying me for helping him? Where did all this come from and why???

To be continued…



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