I have just finished making my bed, having slept a bit later than I usually do. But hey, it’s Saturday morning and I’m self employed, so I answer to only my own guilt. I hadn’t even gotten dressed yet. The sun was shining bright and the temperature outside was a perfect 73 degrees.
My name is Ben and I am a licensed massage therapist who works from a home studio. I don’t have any clients on my schedule today or tomorrow, so I’m going to take advantage of the rare two days off. My best friend Jack is coming over this afternoon to hang out and watch a soccer game or two.
Jack and I have been best friends since the 5th grade. We were inseparable all through middle and high school. We went with each other on family trips, stayed nearly every weekend at one or the others’ house, and saw each other nearly every day after school. We played the same sports; soccer in the Fall, baseball in the Spring. You could not find one of us without the other. We even dated some of the same girls throughout high school, but never at the same time.
After graduation, Jack went off to University to get his degree in business management. I took a year off and then I went to a small massage school and got certified before my 20th birthday. We were separated during this time physically, but always kept in touch, talking on the phone and seeing each other when Jack returned home for holidays and vacations. We’re not as close as we were during school, obviously, but we’re still best friends and do as much together as we can.
Neither of us is currently in any type of serious relationship. I’m too busy with my massage clients, having built my business into a large base of regulars, and really just enjoy my freedom and alone time. Jack is working for a tech firm as their Chief Operations Officer. We’re both keeping pretty busy, but still find as much time as we can to hang out with each other and “decompress”.
I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It was already nearly 9:30. I turned the water up as hot as I could stand and stood under the waterfall of steamy water. I lathered up my body and hair, rinsed off and just stood under the stream of the shower for several minutes, enjoying the heat therapy on my sore muscles. I needed a massage myself. As a licensed massage therapist, I knew several other local therapists. Between us, we often trade services to each other, which is quite common in the field. I try to get a massage every couple of weeks, but at least once per month.
I reluctantly turned off the shower. I had been enjoying the hot water running down my aching back. I knew Jack would be arriving soon though, so I stepped out onto the floor mat and grabbed my towel. I dried off and checked myself in the mirror. I am 37 years old now and in my prime. I work hard in the gym at least 5 days a week. I run and do yoga, and only eat a plant-based diet as well. I thought I looked pretty good. Jack seems to keep himself in great shape also and always has a different woman with him when we go out at night.
I put some beer glasses in the freezer and turned on the TV and searched for a game worth watching. Finally finding something, I tuned it in and waited for Jack. My phone dinged with an incoming message. Jack always texts me a few minutes before he arrives to make sure I’m ready for him. He was turning the corner on my street and would be here in about two minutes. He said he had beer with him, as is usual.
He came through the front door and headed straight for the kitchen. “Hey.” He said. “I picked up the new brew from the micro downtown. It’s supposed to be really good.”
”Glasses are in the freezer whenever you want.”
”Soon. I’m absolutely beat from this week. What a fucked week it was.”
”What happened?”
”Ah, nothing. Everything. No worries, it’s just the same shit. I’m about ready to find something new.” He said as he flopped onto the couch beside me. He slapped my knee with his left hand and asked “What’s up with you?”
”Same old. I have no clients at all this weekend, so I’m ready to chill. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a whole weekend off.”
”Anything to worry about?”
”Nah, I’m not worried. I’m booked solid the whole next week and into the following week. Business is good.”
”Bravo.” He said as he reached behind his neck and started rubbing it.
”You okay?”
”Yeah, but my neck is fucking killing me.”
”When was your last massage?”
”Last massage? I’ve never had a massage.”
”Never? Like ever?”
”Like never ever. I’m weird about strange people touching me.”
”I’m not a stranger. Why don’t you come to me?”
“You’re not a stranger, but you ARE strange.” He said with a sideways smile. “I don’t know dude, It just seems weird. And it would be weird having you touch me like that.”
”Touch you like what? It’s therapy dude. It’s what I do. There’s nothing weird about it. If you want we can go into the studio right now and I can work your neck. If you’re under stress you need to do something about it.”
”I don’t know. Do I have to get naked?”
“Jesus, what are you, 10 years old? Yes. You get naked, I put a towel over you and never see or touch your junk. Besides, I’ve seen you naked like a million times. Come on. I’ll stop whenever you want if you don’t like it.”
He sat and thought for several seconds and shrugged his shoulders. “Okay. I don’t want to ruin your weekend off.”
”You’re not. Come on, we’ll get you sorted out.”
We got up and I led him to my studio on the opposite side of my house. I put a clean cover on the massage table, turned on some music, lit some candles and turned the lights down. “Um, you don’t have to do all of that for me.” Jack said.
”I do it for everyone, including myself. It puts me in the right mind. It puts you in the right mind. Trust me, it’ll help you relax, especially if you’re nervous about this. Take off your clothes and lay face down. If you want I can leave the room while you undress.”
”I’m good.” Jack peeled off his shirt, revealing his muscular, tanned and smooth torso. He shucked off his shoes and socks, then pulled off his shorts and underwear. He mounted the massage table a little hesitantly.
”Put your face here in this hole. Let me know if the level feels good on your neck.”
“Yep, it’s fine.”
“Lift your feet.” I said as I placed a bolster under his ankles to relieve the pressure in his lumbar spine. “Comfortable? Everything feel okay?”
”Yep.”
I draped a warm towel across his butt then grabbed the oil from its warmer. “Ready? The oil and my hands will be warm, so don’t worry about that. Let me know if you feel anything strange or want to stop at any time. I’ll start with a soft pressure and then increase. It should feel like a ‘hurts so good’ type of pressure. If it’s too much or too soft, let me know. I’ll adjust to whatever you’re comfortable with.”
He nodded his head with his face in the hole and adjusted himself so he was relaxed and comfortable.
I began at his neck, since that was his main point of complaint and worked to his shoulders. “Damn dude, you are really tense. You carry all of your stress in your shoulders.”
He was starting to relax a bit and was even making little approving moaning sounds. “That is nice. I don’t know why I’ve never really wanted to have a massage. It feels fucking amazing.”
”Haha. I told you it was no big deal. Just relax into it. You may even fall asleep.” I continued working my way down his back and arms. Jack was breathing deeply and softly as he allowed himself to drift away and enjoy the massage. He never once asked me to adjust pressure. He stopped talking altogether. I moved down to his legs and feet and was starting to think he had fallen asleep. I pulled the towel down and started on his glutes. “Whoah. What’s happening?” He asked.
”It’s a normal part of the routine. These are some of the largest muscles you have. If you don’t want me to, I won’t.”
He gave a quick shrug of his shoulders and said “Whatever.” So I continued. I had been massaging him for about 45 minutes. I said to him, “You can flip over and I’ll start your front.”
He hesitated, for a long time.
“Jack?”
”I can’t.” He replied.
”You can’t what?”
”Flip over. Not yet.”
”Why? What’s wrong? Does something hurt?”
”No, not that. I just need a minute.”
”What’s going on?”
“Dude, just hold on, would you?”
I was starting to understand his reluctance to turn over. “If it’s what I think it is, you don’t need to be embarrassed. It happens all the time.”
”Not to me it doesn’t. I’m not turning over. No fucking way.”
”Bro, it’s me. I’ve seen you naked many times over the past 27 years.”
”Not with a boner you haven’t.”
“Well, no. Look, I’m not even gonna see it. Turn over under the towel. It’ll cover you.”
”Jesus. Why is this even happening? I shouldn’t be bricking up here with you. I’m not gay dude. I’m so humiliated right now.”
”Jack, it literally happens all the time. A lot of times, yeah, I mean it’s guys wanting the happy ending, which I do not give, by the way. But many are just innocent. It’s like…like just a natural response to someone touching your body in all of these places that maybe you’re not used to, except in a sexual way. Just turn over and we’ll get on with it. We’re almost done anyway. I want to work your neck a little more and maybe your chest. Then we’re done. Okay?”
”Right. Fuck, here we go. DO NOT make fun of me!”
”Never.”
Jack rolled over underneath the towel so I couldn’t see his hardon. The towel tented up over his raging cock. I didn’t expect him to be SO hard and SO big. I mean, yeah, I’ve seen his dick before, many times, but I had no idea it would grow to such an impressive size. It must have been at least 8 inches. I was slightly shocked, though it did seem to match the rest of his physique. I am not gay either, and did not expect to respond the way I was. I could not take my eyes off the huge mass hidden under the towel. I was really starting to wish I could see his hard cock. It was confusing.
In an attempt to move this along comfortably for both of us, I moved to his head, slowly and softly dragging my right hand along his body so he knew where I was and where I was heading. I massaged his neck and shoulders some more, stealing quick glances at the bulge, and then moved slowly down his abs. As my hands reached his lower abs near the top of the towel, I could see the tip of his cock peeking out. Even in the low light I could see the glistening drop of precum forming at the tip. He was more excited than I thought. It’s one thing to pop a boner, but to be turned on enough to start producing precum is another.
I moved my hands down and started moving toward each side of his stomach when my right thumb accidentally grazed the tip of his dick. His dick jumped away from his abs and he said “Fuck, be careful. You’re not making this any better. It’ll never go down if you touch it!”
”Sorry Jack. I didn’t mean to.” My thumb had a little bit of the precum on it. My heart was pounding. I didn’t understand what was happening and I was finding it hard to breathe. I felt like I had just finished running. I could feel my own cock starting to stir and I was thinking to myself “What the FUCK is going on? This is Jack. This is a man. I cannot be getting aroused by this.” I never have responded this way before when other clients WANTED me to touch their cocks. I always just ignored the situation and kept on with the massage in a completely professional and legal manner.
I brought my hands up his sides and made the same track down his chest and down the center of his abs to the towel. I couldn’t help myself. I dragged my thumb across the tip of his dick again, testing his response. He didn’t say anything this time as his dick jumped up. I repeated the motion, pulling the towel away this time, revealing his beautiful, erect cock. I was still standing at his head and looked down at his face, looking him in the eyes. He looked back and swallowed. I could tell his mouth was dry and his chest started moving with full, heavy, nervous breaths.
I tracked down his abs and then with both thumbs, tracked down the full length of his rock hard cock. As I did this, my own stomach pressed against his forehead, my hardening cock pressing against the top of his head. He felt this and said, “Seems like you’re having a bit of an issue back there as well.” I nodded without speaking. I kept repeating the path of my hands, down his chest and abs, then down the length of his shaft. He closed his eyes, giving in to the feeling of my strokes. He reached up and behind his head, grabbing my ass with both hands, pressing my hard dick against the top of head. “You should maybe take your shorts off bro.”
I quickly peeled off my shirt and pulled my shorts to the floor, letting my cock free. He reached up again and took my cock in his hand and started stroking me. I came around to the side of him and took his cock in my right hand, pulling it away from his stomach, looking at the glistening drop of precum as it dripped away. I looked at him in his eyes and leaned in, touching the tip of his dick with the tip of my tongue, licking the precum, then tasting it for the first time. “Nnnngggg” he moaned as I did it. I had the uncontrollable urge to have his cock in my mouth. I bent over and took the head in my mouth. Having never had a cock in my mouth before, I held it there adjusting to the sensation, wondering what the fuck I was doing, also waiting for him to protest this turn of events. I swirled my tongue around his cock head gathering all of the precum, then slid as much of him into my mouth as I could. He was now reaching over and stroking my dick as I was working him in my mouth.
“Fuck bro, that feels so good. Don’t tell me you’ve never done this.”
”Never.”
”But you’re so good at it. Keep going.”
I started pumping my head up and down on his shaft, now starting to really enjoy the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I went down as far as I could, trying to get him into my throat. I gagged and came back up.
He pulled me closer to his head and decided to give me a try. He leaned in and put his lips around my cock and started bobbing awkwardly. I bent over again and took him once again into my mouth. “Get up on the table.” He said. At first I wasn’t sure what he wanted. “Get up here and put your dick in my mouth.” I came around behind his head and climbed up with his head between my knees. “Are we really going to do this?” I asked.
”Can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube bro. We’re too far to be sorry about it now.”
He slid down the table a bit and I lowered my cock into his mouth, then lowered my face back to his cock. It didn’t take long before he was getting really loud. He was enjoying having his dick sucked while also getting fucked in the face. He held me back just long enough to say “Fuck Ben, I’m gonna nut soon.” Then he slipped me back in his mouth. I kept moving my hips and my head, getting a good rhythm. He suddenly lifted his hips off the table and jammed his cock deep into my mouth and with a long, loud grunt, he shot his load on the back of my tongue. Not wanting to miss out on the total experience, I stopped fucking his mouth and savored his hot cum splashing against the roof of my mouth, swallowing as quickly as it coated my tongue.
He pulled my ass down wanting me to keep fucking his face. I obliged and soon felt my own orgasm approaching furiously. “I’m gonna cum dude. Fuuuuck, I’m gonna cum. Here it comes.”
He was now meeting my hip thrusts by lifting his head off the table and I shot into his mouth. Pulse after pulse of my hot cream filled him. He took it greedily and swallowed. My arms started to shake and I could barely hold myself up off the table any longer. I lay down on his chest, admiring his cock. He started licking my balls and rubbing my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. Soon he buried his face between my glutes and started licking my hole. “Oh fuck. That’s new. Holy fuck.” It felt great and I soon started pushing my ass against his tongue. As I did, I was grinding my cock against his chest and it didn’t take long for me to start pumping out another load. He felt my hot blasts between us. “Jesus Christ. That felt so good.”
Sweating and still breathing hard, I slipped off the table. We both had my cum slathered on our chests and abs. “Should we hit the shower?” Jack asked.
“I came twice. Only seems right for you to also.” I climbed back up, this time facing him. I oiled up his cock, stood it up and pressed the head against my asshole. I pressed back, not realizing how hard it would be to get him inside me. He reached behind me, grabbing my ass with both hands and spread my hole apart. I pushed harder and the tip slipped inside. “Aaaaghhhh! Fuck! Jesus that hurts. Why does it hurt so bad? Guys LIKE this?” He gave a little giggle and said, “It’s okay bro. Never mind.”
I shook my head. “No, I want to try it.” I pushed him in again, just the head. It didn’t hurt as bad this time. I stayed there trying to relax my sphincter around his massive cock head. I sat there for at least a minute and felt it start to give. I slowly lowered myself and his cock brushed my prostate. “Holy shit. Okay. Now I understand. Fuck that is nice.”
I rode up the length of him, stopping at the rim of his head and lowered back down. “Damn you are tight dude. You feel so good. This is way better than any pussy I’ve had. Fuckin ride me bro. Ride me.”
I rode him hard and I rode him deep. I could not believe the sensation of his cock hitting my prostate with each thrust. We were both sweating profusely in the spring afternoon heat, me dripping all over him as I rode him. He started tensing up. I knew he was getting close. He looked into my eyes with a passion I’ve never seen before and started nodding his head. “I’m gonna shoot. Oh fuck I’m gonna cum.”
He grabbed my still hard cock and started stroking it while I slammed my ass against his pelvis, driving his monster deep inside me. He stopped breathing, threw his head back on the massage table and gave a long low grunt. I felt his cock pulsing inside my ass, delivering his hot, thick cream to my prostate. He was still stroking me and I couldn’t stop myself. I shot my third load, spewing all the way to his chin.
I collapsed on top of him, keeping his hard dick inside me until it softened, then slipped out followed by most of his cum. I lay there on top of him, both of us catching our breath. After several minutes I lifted my head and looked at him. “Well that was different and unexpected. Are we okay?” He nodded. “Yes. More than okay.” And then he kissed me. “But now we definitely need to hit the shower.”
