Chapter 1: Introduction
I’m an Guy that used to travel some for work. When out of town and I find myself with some free time I enjoy a massage. Earlier this year in Chicago I found a good one in boys town
Booked a guy off masseurfinder , but when I arrived Met the masseur a guy about my age, but with long hair. He had a firm hand shake, so I pretty much knew the massage would be good. He showed me to the room and told me to disrobe to my comfort level and lie face up on the table and he would return. I’m not bashful and in average shape, so I stripped down and lay on the table in all my glory. My cock of course swelled, but only slightly and rested on my left thigh. My ball sack hung down between my legs not quite touching the table. He came back into the room,Said “I see you’re not shy," and asked if I was comfortable. Said sure and closed my eyes as he walked to the head of the table and started with a head massage.
The masseur had great hands and I was soon relaxing. He soon stood, oiled up his hands and while still standing at the head of the table, began working on my chest. Kneading my hairy pecs felt great. My nips are hardwired to my cock and his first palm swept over them I felt a stir in my cock. Whether he noticed or not - I suspect he did - he seemed to pay more attention to my nips than you would normally expect. I moaned slightly and he pinched my nips. This brought my cock to full mast. Feeling I had to say something I said, “sorry, my nips are my Cock,” he responded was, “yes, I see."
He then moved to the right side of the table and began working on my right arm. He did a couple of stretches and then placed my hand on his abs as he worked my arm further. He clearly kept in shape as my hand was against solid muscle. Without really noticing I began massaging him with my hand. He said he was getting warm and asked if he could take off his shirt. “Sure, I’m before you in all my glory so knock yourself out.” I was right when I opened my eyes: there he stood, six pack and all with the perfect amount of hair covering his torso. That is a major turn on for me and my cock jumped back to attention. He clearly saw the reaction this time and wrapped his hand around my cock and began to slowly massage up and down. I thought I might explode right then and the pre-cum was flowing, giving Him more than enough lube to stoke me. When he leaned over and took me in his mouth I stopped him. He looked at me with a mix of question and maybe concern until I said, "You need to lose the shorts.” He smiled, stepped back from the table and dropped his shorts and jock to the floor.
He clearly tanned in a Speedo as I was faced with a perfectly tanned masseur with a perfect white skin where his speedo had been. Clean shaven cock and balls. He was slightly bigger than me, just gorgeous. When he stepped back up to the table he actually climbed on and placed a knee on either side of my head. That beautiful shaved cock in my face.I opened and swallowed him whole. He tasted of soap and pre-cum. He followed suit and we spent the next several minutes pleasuring each other.
All of a sudden he pulled out of my throat, and stepped off the table. I thought we might be done. I was wrong. He walked to the foot of the table and before I knew it he pulled me to the foot to where my ass just hung over the edge. He placed my legs on his shoulders and leaned forward, giving me a great hamstring stretch. With my knees on my chest I then felt his lubed finger at my hole. I inhaled a breath and was met with his mouth on mine and his tongue now where his cock had been.
While he tongue fucked my mouth he slowly began to finger fuck my ass. I had never taken a cock up my ass, but he was an expert and soon he stood up slightly and I felt his cock head at my hole. he said, “take a breath,” and when I did, he pushed the head of his cock into my ass. There was only a moment of pain, then pleasure swept over me and my eyes rolled back in my head. He held himself there for a few moments then slide the rest of himself into me. He asked if I was good and my only response was “Oh hell yes." He began to give me the fuck of my life. Initially slow, deep strokes, with quick half strokes in between. A couple of times I thought I would cum without touching myself, but he seemed to sense and would change his pace, stick his tongue in my mouth or just pause.
The last time he paused and pulled his mouth off mine, I squeezed his manhood with my ass muscle and my hole clamped down on him. He let out an “Oh fuck,” and began to slam my ass with all his might. I could feel his nut sack slapping my ass. He grabbed my cock and began stroking me in time with his thrusts. I could not hold back any longer and began shooting cum all over my stomach, chest and face. My flexing apparently pushed him over the edge. His orgasm caused me to cum again.
When we were both done, he let my legs drop off his shoulders and laid his head on my chest. He licked some of my cum off and raised up for a final kiss as his cock slipped out of my hole. He cleaned us both up and finished the massage. Needless to say, I’ll be back.
I was impressed with how our interaction unfolded and was completely satisfied with the experience. So yeah, I'd definitely do it again.
John Doe arrived at the luxurious spa nestled amidst the vibrant heart of Chicago, feeling a wave of anticipation wash over him as he approached the entrance. Guided by the soothing music that filled the air, he glanced around with curiosity, taking in the plush furnishings and ambient lighting. He made his way to the reception desk, his gaze locking onto the captivating figure of Nathaniel, the masseur whose reputation had reached his ears in hushed whispers.
The young man's piercing blue eyes danced with mischief, while his dark brown hair framed a face that spoke volumes of untold secrets. Nathaniel was nothing short of a vision; every inch of his well-built physique hinted at the skill and passion of a true professional.
"Hello! How may I assist you today?" Nathaniel greeted him cheerfully, his voice like a gentle melody that resonated within his soul. "I'm here for my appointment with Nathaniel," John replied, his tone assertive yet calm.
His gaze remained locked on Nathaniel, who flashed a knowing smile before turning to the computer screen behind the counter.
"Ah, I see. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Doe — Nathaniel," Nathaniel said, extending his hand for a swift yet firm handshake. The touch sent a ripple of excitement through John's veins, as though fate itself had conspired to bring them together.
"Please follow me to the treatment room," Nathaniel instructed, gesturing towards a dimly lit corridor.
As they walked down the passageway, the scent of essential oils filled the air, mingling with the soft tones of ambient music. The walls were adorned with tasteful art pieces, casting intricate shadows upon the polished hardwood floors. The atmosphere was decidedly intimate, allowing the tension between them to grow.
Once inside the treatment room, Nathaniel motioned for John to undress and lie face up on the bed. As he disrobed, his gaze lingered on Nathaniel's athletic form, which was clad in nothing but a pair of well-fitted black briefs.
The masseur's toned muscles rippled beneath his skin, hinting at the power that lay hidden beneath his unassuming demeanor. The sight of Nathaniel's strong arms and sculpted chest stirred feelings within John that he couldn't quite comprehend.
"Alright, just relax and let go," Nathaniel coaxed, applying generous amounts of lavender-infused oil onto his palms. "This will help you loosen up."
With deft fingers, Nathaniel began his ministrations, working his way from John's neck down to his shoulders.
Each deliberate stroke was accompanied by a soft sigh escaping John's lips, the pressure building as he succumbed to the intoxicating sensation of being touched by such capable hands. The scent of lavender filled the air, cocooning them in a cloud of sensuality.
"So tell me, Mr. Doe, what brings you to this fine establishment?" Nathaniel asked casually, his voice barely audible over the rhythmic thrumming of the ambient music.
"Just passing through," John replied nonchalantly, feigning indifference.
"I heard good things about your work and decided to try it for myself."
Nathaniel nodded, his gaze steady as he continued to knead John's muscles. "Well, I hope you'll leave here feeling rejuvenated."
As the masseur's hands traversed his body, John couldn't help but marvel at the expertise displayed in every movement. Each stroke, each touch, seemed tailored to release the deepest knots of tension he hadn't even realized were present.
His breathing deepened, and sweat trickled down his brow, evidence of the intensity of the massage. Nathaniel's fingers danced across his flesh, tracing lines of pleasure that led directly to his core.
"How does that feel?" Nathaniel asked, his voice low and seductive.
"Amazing," John gasped, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through him. "You have a special talent."
Nathaniel simply smiled, his fingers continuing their delicate dance as he pressed deeper into John's back.
The two men exchanged knowing glances, their bodies brushing against each other in a delicious dance of temptation. Time seemed to stand still as the tension between them grew denser, thickening the air like syrup.
"I can't believe how quickly I unwinded under your touch," John admitted, his voice breaking the silence. "You've got magic hands, dude."
"Thank you," Nathaniel murmured, his tone carrying a hint of pride.
"Now, let's switch sides. Roll onto your right side."
As John complied, his gaze never strayed from Nathaniel's face. A sly grin played on the masseur's lips, as though he knew exactly what was happening beneath the surface.
"You know, Mr. Doe, I have a special technique I use for relieving tension in the lower back and hips. It involves a bit more personal contact," Nathaniel explained, his voice dripping with honeyed warmth.
"Go ahead," John encouraged, his heart pounding in his chest.
"I trust you."
Nathaniel's eyes sparkled with mischief as he adjusted his grip. "I've got a special technique," he whispered, leaning closer. "It's called the 'Deep Release.' Just roll onto your belly, and I'll guide you through it."
John hesitated for a moment longer before complying. He could feel Nathaniel's eyes on him as he maneuvered into position, his heart hammering faster.
As he waited for the masseur to continue, he wondered if he should make the first move. But before he could act, Nathaniel was already positioning himself behind him.
"Alright," Nathaniel breathed softly into his ear, sending chills down John's spine. "For this part, I'll straddle your waist."
Before he could protest, Nathaniel positioned himself atop him, their naked bodies pressing tightly together. The heat of Nathaniel's skin was almost overwhelming, and John found himself struggling to maintain his composure.
"Hey, um," he managed to croak, "can you lean back a little?"
Nathaniel chuckled softly, tightening his grip around John's waist. "No worries, I won't crush you. Trust me, it's better this way."
And indeed, once Nathaniel adjusted his position, the pressure on John's back intensified in ways he couldn't have imagined. His entire body seemed to respond to the masseur's touch, arching instinctively as he groaned in delight.
"Wow, I didn't realize how tense I was," he confessed, surprised at the raw honesty spilling forth from his lips.
"That's why we're here," Nathaniel reassured him, his voice deepening as he pressed harder and focused on John's sensitive spots. "To get you relaxed and ready for whatever comes after."
The implication was clear, and John could only nod numbly as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him. He could feel his erection growing stiffer, pressing insistently against the mattress below.
Nathaniel's touch was magical, a symphony of sensation that coursed through his veins, filling him with an insatiable hunger for more. The masseur's whispers were like sweet nectar, enticing him to surrender entirely to the sensations enveloping him.
"I promise you, you'll thank me later," Nathaniel purred, his breath hot against John's ear.
"We're going to explore new levels of relaxation and satisfaction."
John tried to control his mounting apprehension, but his heart hammered away, betraying his inner turmoil. He wanted to resist this escalating intimacy, but the tantalizing promises in Nathaniel's tone tempted him beyond reason.
"Let's start with a simple exercise," Nathaniel suggested, maneuvering his weight onto John's upper back. "Relax deeply."
With practiced precision, Nathaniel's hands dug into John's tense muscles, stretching and pulling them apart with tender care.
Their bodies were intimately close, creating a charged atmosphere. The scent of their arousal combined with the lingering aroma of lavender oils, a fragrant reminder of the pleasures to come.
"Try to stay focused," Nathaniel whispered into John's ear, his breath causing goosebumps to rise along his skin. "Feel the tension melting away."
John gritted his teeth, trying to focus on the physical sensation rather than the emotional turmoil raging within him. His cock throbbed painfully, straining against his abdomen.
Nathaniel's muscled thighs were firmly planted on either side of his hips, leaving no doubt about the masseur's intentions. As Nathaniel leaned closer, his warm breath fanned his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
"So, John, how do you plan to unwind tonight?" Nathaniel asked, his voice smooth and comforting. Everything about him was a masterclass in seduction—his confidence, his touch, his husky whisper.
"Uh, I don't know. Maybe dinner and a movie?" John replied, his voice cracking nervously.
"But I guess that depends on how I feel after this incredible massage."
Nathaniel smirked knowingly, his hands moving lower down John's back with each deliberate stroke. "Well, I'll do my best to ensure you're totally relaxed," he promised, his breath warming John's ear.
John suppressed a shiver, focusing instead on the blissful release spreading through his body. The massage was intense, his muscles quivering beneath Nathaniel's fingers like a plucked harp string.
Nathaniel's touch, a blend of tenderness and strength, was nothing short of miraculous. He felt his body gradually surrendering to the rhythmic movements, his muscles releasing their stubborn tension.
"Your body seems to be responding positively to my touch," Nathaniel remarked, his voice huskier than ever. "Are you liking it?"
"Yeah, you're amazing," John replied, his voice quavering slightly.
"I can't remember the last time I felt this relaxed."
"That's the idea," Nathaniel murmured, his breath hot against John's ear. "I want you to feel like you're floating on clouds."
As Nathaniel's hands traveled lower, they encountered the rigid bulge protruding from John's waist. He gave an amused snort, his fingers dancing around the outline of John's erect cock. "Looks like someone's enjoying themselves."
John blushed furiously, his cheeks burning red.
"Uh, yeah, it's nice," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. "What about you? What do you do when you're not, uh, massaging people?"
Nathaniel laughed softly, his fingers pausing briefly to rub John's shoulder. "Mostly, I hit the gym, play some sports, read a book, and hang out with friends. You know, the usual stuff. What about you?"
"Not much," John muttered, shifting uncomfortably beneath Nathaniel's weight.