(all characters are over 19 years old)
I took a deep breath as I approached the massage studio, the ocean breeze cooling my nerves. I had heard about this place from a friend, a discreet spot right on the beach where one could get a relaxing massage and, if requested, a "happy ending." Intrigued, I decided to give it a shot. I was a 21-year-old guy with a fit build and a curiosity for pleasure.
The studio was easy to miss, tucked away behind a small café. I entered and was greeted by a muscular man in his early twenties with dark hair and deep blue eyes. He introduced himself as Alex, my masseur for the day. His smile was warm and inviting, and I felt my nerves melt away.
Alex led me to a private room, the air filled with the scent of lavender and the sound of soothing music. The room was dimly lit, with a large massage table in the center and a view of the ocean through a nearby window.
"Get comfortable, Oliver," Alex instructed, his voice calm and smooth. "I'll be back in a moment to begin the massage."
I stripped down, lying face down on the table, my hard cock pressing against the sheet. I felt a rush of anticipation as I heard Alex return, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor.
"Are you ready, Oliver?" he asked, his hands already working to loosen my shoulders.
"Yes," I murmured, feeling his strong thumbs press into my muscles.
Alex's touch was firm and confident. He worked his way down my back, applying just the right amount of pressure, and I felt my body relax under his skilled hands. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation as he massaged my legs, his touch sending shivers up my spine.
Then, Alex moved upwards, his hands gliding over my shoulders and arms, before trailing down my sides, his fingers brushing against the sheet that barely covered my ass. I bit my lip, my breath quickening as I felt his touch teasingly close to my aching cock.
"Turn over, Oliver," he whispered, and I obliged, my heart racing.
I lay on my back, my hard cock tenting the sheet. Alex's eyes flickered to it, a smirk playing on his lips. He poured warm oil onto my chest, the sensation making me shiver, and began to massage my pecs, his thumbs circling my nipples, making them harden.
"You like this, don't you, Oliver?" he murmured, leaning close, his breath hot on my ear.
"Yes," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.
Alex's hands moved lower, over my abs, and I felt his fingers dip into my navel, making my cock twitch. Then, his fingers trailed lower, dangerously close to my groin, before moving back up, teasing me mercilessly.
"Please," I begged, my voice strained.
Alex chuckled, a deep, sexy sound. "As you wish," he said, his hand finally wrapping around my throbbing cock.
I gasped as he began to stroke me, his hand firm and slow. His other hand massaged my balls, rolling them gently, sending bolts of pleasure through me.
"You have a beautiful cock, Oliver," he murmured, leaning down to whisper in my ear. "I want to make you feel good."
His free hand trailed down my body, over my sensitive skin, before reaching under to cup my ass, squeezing it gently. I moaned, my hips bucking slightly as he continued to stroke my cock with steady, deliberate movements.
"That's it, let go," he encouraged, his thumb rubbing over the tip of my cock, spreading the pre-cum leaking from me.
I couldn't hold back any longer. With a low groan, I came hard, my body shuddering as Alex continued to milk my cock, his hand working me through my orgasm.
Finally, I lay spent, my breath ragged, a satisfied smile on my face. Alex released my cock, giving it a gentle final squeeze.
"That was incredible," I said, my voice still thick with pleasure.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Oliver," Alex replied, his voice warm and sincere.
I got up, my body still buzzing, and dressed, feeling incredibly relaxed and satisfied. Before leaving, I handed Alex a generous tip, my way of saying thank you for the best massage, and happy ending, I had ever experienced.
He smiled, a sexy, knowing grin, and I knew that my money was well spent.