Massage

I was studying for a therapy qualification, a fall back for when my various other streams of revenue went quiet. I had plenty of female friends who were willing to let me practice various techniques on them but massage, full body massage, was a bit too intimate for them and, to be honest, I preferred running my trainee hands over a naked male body, if given the choice. If nothing else it topped up my wank bank.

My 3 o’clock was right on time. A nice tall, slim-ish guy of about 20. He told me he was nervous but he had skipped out of going shopping with his girlfriend and needed de-stressing.

I showed him up to my bedroom where I had laid out my oils and towels. The curtains were drawn and the light was down low. I had a nice candle burning and thought the whole thing was very relaxing.

I explained that he should get undressed and lay face down on the towel while I went and washed up and changed into just my shorts.

On my return I was pleased to see he had followed my instructions to the letter and was face down and naked, his legs slightly apart so I could just glimpse his balls as I entered the room.

I knelt beside him and, as I oiled up my hands, explained that if I did anything that he wasn’t comfortable with to say so and I would stop.

Starting at his neck I slowly rubbed oil in him, the warm muskiness of it enveloped him and I could feel him start to relax. I moved down to his shoulders, the tenseness ebbing away as I gently massaged his muscles. I looked down his body towards his pert ass and resisted the urge to dive straight into that inviting crack with an  oily finger. Slow and steady they taught us at college, even though this was not what they envisaged!

My strong fingers worked down his spine, vertebrae by vertebrae, edging closer and closer to that forbidden heaven. The further down I got the more he wriggled slightly. I asked if he was uncomfortable. He just murmured that he was just settling down, relaxing.

I got to the bottom of his spine and my thumbs pressed firmly just above his coccyx, the palms of my hands casually resting on the side of his ass cheeks. He moaned a little and lifted his pelvis. My thumbs slid further inbetween his cheeks and my hands squeezed them more firmly. This time he spread his legs further apart. I could see that all his manoeuvring had moved his balls further out as they swung lower.

Usually with guys, straight guys, when they spread their legs they are up for anal play. I pushed my hands further down across his buttocks to his exposed inner thighs. He spread even further. I asked if he was still OK. He groaned and told me to carry on.

I decided to use both hands on one thigh at a time and worked down to the knee and then back up further than before, til my hands were grazing his balls. Then it was time for the other thigh and this time I ran my finger over his perineum, it was rock hard indicating his cock was similarly aroused. It was time to get to the money shot, so to speak.

I asked him to turn over.

Somnolently, he lazily turned over, his eyes closed and an arm slung sleepily over his face. I was very pleasantly surprised at how big his cock was. Throbbing, dripping and causing his balls to bounce, his foreskin was pushed right back by the extent of his tumescence. I started to rub the oils into his chest but he opened his eyes and looked down at my shorts where my hard on was showing. I had deliberately gone commando knowing that my substantial cock would show through as soon as I started to work on his naked body.

He reached out and rubbed my cock. As far as I was concerned that was a signal to remove my shorts. As soon as they were off he reached over and pulled my groin to his face and my cock to his mouth. I lay down and returned the favour.

For someone who had, supposedly, never done anything with a guy, he took to cock sucking very well. His hot wet mouth sucked my throbbing cock head in and out as he worked to reciprocate the pleasure I was giving him.

I dived on his dripping cock and tried my damnedest to take in as much of that awesome manhood as I could. As I almost got down to his balls I realised he was mirroring me. As I went down, so did he. As I worked my way back up his shaft, so did he. I wondered just how far he would follow me.

Getting to the top of his cock I worked the head round in my mouth, my tongue running round the rim. He did the same.

I sucked my way down the underside of his shaft until I got to his bouncing balls. He followed.

Now was the acid test. Was he brave enough to mimic what I knew would send him into paroxysms of pleasure?

Releasing his balls I edged down his perineum until my tongue was skimming his sphincter. After a moment’s hesitation I could feel his tongue tentatively exploring my hole as I plunged in and attempted to fuck him with my tongue. Pushing harder and harder against that virginal hole I could feel him relaxing until I was able to use my tongue tip to lick around the loosening muscle. He was being just as pushy and I felt him spread my ass wide so he could probe deeper. And then, just as I thought he was settling in to a nice rimming rhythm, he grabbed my cock and started to work it as well. As far as I was concerned he had hit the jackpot.  I became uncontrollable. I pulled back from his face and thrust my cock deep into his mouth just as I came an explosion of hot cum. When I eventually stopped pumping my man juice into his eager mouth I lay back to gather my wits. He loomed over me, my own cum still pooling in the corners of his mouth, and leaned in to kiss me. My tongue found his lips and carefully licked the extraneous spunk from around his mouth.

Unintentionally I found myself underneath him, my legs around his. Suddenly he lifted my legs up and, before I knew what was happening, his still hard cock slid into my hole and he was pumping away. I knew he must be very close and my sphincter started to close up, as it does after sex, and gripped his cock even harder. That was all it took and he burst inside me like a virgin having his first wank. I could feel it reaching way up high inside me. Eventually he stopped moving, his cock still deep inside me. He bent over me and our lips touched again. This time it was so tender, a post coital acknowledgment of a passion shared.