Like most young 'n single guys I had friends over to spend the night now and then. When I was nineteen, having just moved into my own apartment; I had a new friend over for the first time. We did typical guy stuff - talked about girls a lot, listened to music, etc. We also decided it would feel good if we gave each other massages. Since I'd read a book and had taken a class about massage, I gave him his first, so then he would have a better idea what to do.
We were already in our underwear - tighty whities - for bed. He laid down and I sat on his butt, while I gave him a neck, back, and shoulder rub. When I got to the bottom of his back, I felt a little weird about it but I scooted down a little bit and rubbed his butt muscles well also. We were both involved in sports, so I knew how all your muscles get sore.
Then I scooted down lower and worked on one leg at a time, from the calf up to the thigh. I spread his legs a little so I could use both hands around his muscled hamstrings.
Then I moved to the side and told him to roll over. When he did, I could see the outline of his hard penis pushing up against his briefs. I'd never seen another guy erect except in the school showers and was kind of surprised. I was a horny young guy, so I knew you get hard at odd times and sometimes for no reason at all, and since in class they had said it "Happens" to guys as a biological reaction, I didn't think too much about his - it just happens.
But I felt my own penis starting to grow at seeing his, and hoped he wouldn't notice. I assumed his boner had just happened 'accidentally', but I sure didn't want it to seem like I was turned on by seeing it (even though I guess I was ha ha).
As he lay stomach up, I sat as I had on his backside, straddling his upper thighs, only now that put me just below his erect Dick and Balls. I rubbed each arm thoroughly, and to get the front of his shoulders well, I had to kind of lean over his penis, but was careful not to touch it.
I was completely hard by now as well.Fortunately, he seemed to be keeping his eyes closed and just enjoying the massage. (I found out later, he was embarrassed by his own hard on and so he was trying not to look at me).
This gave me a good chance to look more closely at the approximate size of his "package", which seemed very similar to my own. I had a lot of curiosity at that age about anything sexual. It left a lot to the imagination but you could still see quite a bit through his stretched fruit-of-the-loom cotton fabric, including the outline of the rim of his cockhead.
After working the chest area well, then stomach a little, I again scooted down over his calves so I could rub his front leg muscles. I worked my way slowly up the thighs.
As I was rubbing his hips, for some reason I decided to just massage his penis like it was any other body part like we had been taught in the massage class. Touching another dude's junk wasn't something I'd ever thought about doing, but it just seemed odd to leave out this one body part especially when it was taught as "Lingam Massage" and Groin Massage in the class.
So with both hands, through his underwear, I kneaded his penis between my thumbs and fingers. When I first touched it, he jumped ever so slightly - not alarmed, just slightly surprised I guess. But he didn't say to stop or anything like that, so I continued.
The whole massage took about 40 minutes, so this part was maybe a couple minutes, working my way up and down the shaft, rubbing his dick between my fingers and thumbs. Although I still had an erection, I didn't really consider what I was doing to him to be sexual, JUST A MASSAGE TECHNIQUE . .
We switched places (I tried to lay down really quick so he wouldn't see my rigid penis), and he did a really good job on me as well. I felt very relaxed - except for one very unrelaxed body part , L-O-L .
Laying there, I now understood why he had a boner. With my own hard penis underneath me, every time he massaged my lower back, butt, or thighs, I could feel my dick being pushed against the bed.
I had hoped by the time it was necessary to roll onto my back, I would be soft again. But with the constant rocking movement, there was no way. When I turned over, I still had a hard-on making a tent in my underwear. I knew he had to have seen it, just as I couldn't miss his.Not knowing what to say about such a thing, neither of us said anything.
While giving my massage, my friend pretty much mirrored what I'd done to him earlier, so I wondered if he would touch my Dick as I had his. I wasn't so much thinking that I wanted him to. It was more that I really liked him as a friend, and I was worried that maybe by touching him I had alienated him. He hadn't said anything positive or negative about what had taken place, so I didn't know what his silence meant.
As he was working his way up my thighs towards my hips - and dick - the suspense was getting to me. I was also still embarrassed about this boner that wouldn't go away, so for both those reasons I kept my eyes closed, not looking at him.
His hands got closer, closer - what would happen? If he didn't rub it, I'd be afraid he'd never come over again and our friendship would be over. I felt his hands close in, rubbing my hips, then where the top of the thigh connects to the abdomen, then the soft tissue around the base of my shaft. Then I felt his fingers touch my bulge, finally. My friend was touching me in a way nobody had ever touched me before and it was AWESOME !
I felt a sense of emotional relief at that...but something else too. I'd masturbated before, but since this wasn't 'stroking', I didn't expect it to feel so good. I guess at 19, I was still kind of naive about a lot of things, but I just expected it to feel like my other muscles did, but it was beyond that of course.
As I felt his fingers squeezing my hard but pliable tissue, it sent pulses of pleasure that seemed like electric waves as they went all the way to the base of my spine. It just lasted a couple minutes, but they were very pleasurable minutes.That was the extent of what happened that first night, but we became really good friends and our massages even more exhilarating, if that was even possible.
Every time he'd come over, we did lots of other things, but we never missed finding time to give each other massages. Although he never said anything, I guess touching each other down there was more than just 'ok' with him, because the time we spent massaging this 'muscle' kept increasing a little more each time we did it since it felt the best.It was always the last body part we rubbed, and I felt myself looking forward to it more and more. About the third or fourth time we did this, when my friend rolled over, the tip of his penis was sticking out of the waistband a little - I guess we were both getting a little bigger as we grew, or maybe he was looking forward to it a little more each time just like I was haha. But; the sensations it caused ; I made /make NO apologies for my feelings.
This time, It looked painful because the band was kind of half over the opening of his penis. I didn't want to be scraping the band back and forth over his slit when I rubbed, so when I got to that part, I folded his underwear down toward his thighs, exposing his bare, untanned cock.
I'd seen other guy's penises in our gym class , locker rooms and showers at junior 'n high school. A couple times I'd seen a few guys starting to get hard, but like I did when it happened to me, they hid their erections pretty quickly, wrapping a towel around their waist, or pulling on some underwear even if they were still wet.I'd never seen a hard dick like this – with a full on erection - and right in front of me too! So I was more excited than usual as I got a good look at the geography of it.But I didn't intend for it to go anywhere. I still considered masturbation to be personal activity.I rubbed his penis as usual, then returned his briefs to their correct position.
Even though my penis wasn't sticking out (not because it was shorter, I just had more loose underwear, when he did me, he also pulled my underwear down below my knees. I felt my face flush, because nobody had ever seen my boned up Dick before. There was something about this that made me feel very vulnerable, but also, extremely excited as the cool air hit my bone.
It felt awesome the have his skin of soft hands touching my skin directly. I felt my Dick contract involuntarily as he began to rub. OMG; I was in heaven !
The next time, or maybe the time after, when I was rubbing his back and got to his butt, I just pulled his underwear all the way off. It was, after all, kind of in the way for a massage - especially the way we were doing it. When he rolled over to have his front rubbed, I swear he looked bigger than I'd ever seen him before.
When my turn came, he did the same thing to me. I couldn't believe the rush that came over me when he pulled my underwear down and I could feel my bare Dick being pressed against the sheets as he massaged me.
He had put his underwear back on when he started my massage.In spite of touching each other's cocks regularly, we were still a little shy and modest.He didn't want to have his package touching my bare skin (I guess it would have only been his balls because his rod would have been pointing straight up ha).
Since he was 'dressed', I was embarrassed to roll over. We'd always had the cover of underwear before, now I was naked. It was scary but exciting.
This too became the norm for us as he spent the night every two or three weeks. We got to where we'd give more than one massage a night - probably because each of us enjoyed having his Dick rubbed like that.
As I said, the Dick rub was always 'the icing on the cake', and the icing kept getting thicker - with the amount of time rubbing getting a little longer each time. We still massaged the cock, but also did a little bit of stroking. By this point we were also getting some precum, especially my friend. He always oozed a lot. While I was massaging him, it would drip from his penis eye/tip onto his belly. So instead of getting him sticky there, I started, whenever I'd see a drop, to take it and rub it around the head, making it all shiny, and of course he began to do the same for me. In my mind, it was all still just massage.
It seemed like I had always been the one initiating things going a little further - the massage, rubbing his penis, pulling the underwear back, taking it off completely, using the precum. But;That was about to change for the better..
As our Groin Massage sessions grew, there were two or three times I started to feel the beginning part of some waves of pleasure coming on - you know, that change from your Dick just feeling good to where you feel kind of a rising tingle, then it subsides, then comes again a little stronger etc, until after a while of this you've arrived at orgasm. Well, I'd just started to feel the first part of this so I had said, "You better stop now". Although we were about as open as we could be, I guess this seemed too private to share. He always stopped when I said that, so I thought we kind of understood the 'rules', though unspoken.
On this night he'd given me my massage first, as he occasionally did. I'd said, 'You better stop now', when I got to feeling too much excitement, and he did. Then we switched places, and I gave him his massage. We were getting better and better at rubbing each other's muscles, because each of us was learning what felt good to him, and would then do that to the other guy, plus we'd try new stuff.That night, my friend's muscles responded to my touch and he felt very relaxed. As usual, I had scooted down to rub his thighs. When I went to work on hard Dick, I reassumed my position on his thighs as we always did. As was the norm, I started with my thumbs and fingers kneading up and down his shaft. I rubbed his balls ever so gently and rubbed the inside of his thighs near them and around the base of his penis.
When I switched to the one hand moving up and down on his now throbbing hard on, I'd have to stop and rub in the precum every twenty or thirty seconds as it kept oozing out the tip. It was always interesting to look at my friend. After we'd starting stripping for the massage, I'd noticed both the similarities and differences in our cocks. We were very similar in length, but my dick was slightly thicker. We both had veins that stuck out, of course, but he had one very prominent one. Sometimes I could see that vein throb a little with each heartbeat.
So I enjoyed rubbing his penis (though not as much as him rubbing my penis ha ha), but it was also getting to be a little routine. A lot of times we talked a lot during the massages - girls, sports, friends, school - but this time he got kind of quiet. I was rubbing, not paying much mind, when I became aware of his legs tensing up underneath me. Just a while before he'd felt very relaxed so this kind of got my attention. As I focused on my friend, I noticed his mouth open slightly as he began to breathe a little faster. I had been a little embarrassed at always being the one who had to say 'You better stop now', like maybe I shouldn't be getting that excited. As my friend's chest and stomach began to flush, I was thinking, 'Hey, he's getting pretty much into this; for the first time he's going to have to tell me to stop'. Boy; was I about to be surprised !
About that time, I felt his hips rising against me slightly, lifting his penis toward the ceiling. A moment later I couldn't believe what happened. Before I realized anything, his dick throbbed hard within my closed fist, then relaxed just as quickly. With a second contraction, semen shot out, landing in and around his belly button. With each following contraction, I felt the warm fluid running over my fingers.
It came as a shock to me and, frankly, it felt gross to have another guys stuff on my hand for about a second. This was nothing short of Fantastic ! I did what I'd want done to me, and continued stroking until my friend's contractions had completely stopped and the hardness of his erection had started to wane. I grabbed some kleenex off my headboard, and wiped up his stomach as well my hands and his Dick.
I realized my heart was beating faster than normal, and my muscles felt all nervous, even a little shaky. I hadn't expected that from him at all, but I knew how good it felt when I was getting rubbed, so I couldn't really blame him. I never imagined that would happen, but after I cleaned him up, I heard my voice saying, "That was awesome. Now do me!"
I laid down for my second massage of the night. As I was lying there, getting my back rubbed, then my butt, now it was my turn to be quiet. Not long ago we'd been talking non-stop, now I couldn't think of anything to say.As he was rubbing my calves and thighs, I wasn't sure I wanted to do this.I was kinda afraid to, but afraid to stop too.
When he lifted up and told me to roll over, I hesitated for a moment, but then I complied. It felt like the first time he'd ever seen me erect. The anticipation of what was about to happen made my dick feel like it was going to burst right out of my skin. I'd never been so big and hard.I still wasn't sure if I could go through with this, but mercifully he moved pretty quickly through the other parts of the massage. Before I knew it, he was rubbing my hip bones, closing in on my penis. When his fingers touched it, my dick jumped with longing.
As he massaged, then began to stroke, I thought, 'Is this really happening?' As the pleasure in my loins began to expand, I knew this was about as far as I'd let it get before, but this time I didn't say 'stop'.
As I allowed him to proceed, my legs began to tighten and I was breathing faster. It wasn't embarrassing to have him see me this way like I had thought that it would be. What had always been private was now being viewed by somebody else. I told myself I'd just seen; well actually ..HELP him orgasm, so it was ok. I wondered if he'd laugh or make fun of me. Of course he didn't !
I was already more expressive at the beginning stages than he'd been at orgasm. I was trying to be still, but as I felt the increasing pleasure, my thighs and buttocks were contracting. He was sitting on my thighs holding me down, even as my genitals pushed upward, my legs rising against him. My balls got super tight against my body, his hand brushing against them with every downstroke. I'd had my eyes closed, but I opened them to look at my friend to see his expression. My face flushed red as I saw him looking back at me and staring at my body's response to his continued stroking, my stomach rising and falling rapidly trying to get my breath.
Part of me wanted to yell 'stop' but for just a second as the other part of me wanted to yell 'faster, more' too. Instead, I just threw my head back as I felt a wave of pleasure rise in my dick, then slowly subside. Then another one, slightly stronger, lasting just a moment more.
I looked again, this time not at my friend - - but at his hand moving up and down. Was that actually my Dick?!? It looked more manlike than I'd ever seen it. He didn't hurt me, but he wasn't gentle either. As wave after wave of pleasure went through me, he stroked faster and harder.
As each wave of ecstasy came, it was like it got higher and higher in my Dick - like a cartoon thermometer. It seemed like it lasted forever, helpless as I lay there, with my best friend controlling me. At the same time, it couldn't have lasted more than a couple minutes because it had never felt so good when I was jacking off Myself .... When the next tide of ecstasy rose, I thought 'Oh Yeah, I'm cuming ! The head of my penis swelled up so huge I thought it was going to bust open like that cartoon thermometer haha. Then the feeling subsided for a moment, only to rise again.'Here it is! Here it is!' I yelled inside my head, as I held my breath, but it went down again.
My chest heaved as I gasped for air, as the pleasure rose once more. At this point I wasn't thinking 'Oh no!'. For the moment I'd forgotten completely about my friend. Instead I was yearning for relief, crying out in my mind, 'Please, please ...oh, oh!"
This final wave pushed me over the edge. I felt my dick throb hard against my friend's hand, but he didn't loosen his grip. I couldn't believe this was happening. My penis relaxed for half a second, then my body shook underneath him as a second, harder contraction sent me spewing onto my stomach.
As I kept coming and coming, I felt the hot semen dripping on to my abdomen and looked to see juice running down my friend's fingers this time around.
With a sudden awareness that I was not alone, I thought, 'Oh my gosh - my friend.' I'd felt completely focused on me for a moment. As my breathing slowly returned to normal, my sense of embarrassment returned but it didn't last more than a couple of seconds .
He cleaned me up with some tissues as I relaxed for a moment. I couldn't think of anything to say, and wondered what he would say. I had nothing to worry about about, though. His dick was now as rigid as mine had been a moment ago, and the first thing he said was, "Let's do it again." Just what I wanted to hear!
We did and soon we were back to talking while we did it - except when it got to the point of no return. Just as we had gotten better, with practice, at massage, we got better at jacking each other off too.
Even though he was more reserved than me during orgasm, we both learned to relax and let go more. I learned to read the more subtle signs of his arousal and impending orgasm. We learned what it took to get the other guy's dick off quickly, and - even better - how to drag the other guy's orgasm out.
We learned to laugh together at the way each of us would squirm or moan as the other guy brought him to the edge then backed off, doing this two or three more times before finally allowing his throbbing dick to finish its business.
Each of us gets a good half hour to forty-five minutes of massage before his first messy ejaculation. Even better was the fact that by taking turns, I got to experience his orgasm and mine.
As I watched his chest and cheeks begin to flush, my heartrate would quicken too. As he would let out a little gasp when I'd slide my precum covered thumb back and forth through his slit, my Dick head would ooze as well. As his stomach began to rise and fall quickly, and thigh & buttocks muscles began to contract and relax, contract and relax, I knew exactly what he was feeling because I'd felt it myself so many times. When his balls would draw up tight and my best friend was starting to whimper a little I knew he was almost there - and I knew I could speed up and finish him in the next ten or fifteen seconds, or I could slow down and draw out his misery/ecstasy.
When the head of his dick would swell another 30 or 40% percent beyond its already engorged size I knew he was at the point of no return. As he pushed his hips upward against my weight and I would feel his shaft pulsating against my firm fist, I felt like I was coming with him. If I'd already been jacked off, I was remembering those same pulses of pleasure. If my turn was to follow, I'd look forward to how tremendous it would feel when my own penis was gushing semen like my friend's was at this moment.
I became a certified Massage Therapist and earn about $1,000-$1,500 CA$H per week. That isn't too bad of an income , I don't think . I work when I want or I don't work at all sometimes ; BUT that is MY choice.
Anyway; we both grew up straight, as did about fifteen or twenty other friends I did it with. That was over 20 years ago BUT about once or twice a week ; I'll get together with one of my "Special" Massage buddies for an Erotic Evening.
My advice to any of you guys out there; IF you get offered a Lingam or Groin Massage .. even the "Happy Ending" by a male associate - friend who does massage or will do massage on you ; don't be a dunce and say "NO" . Say "YES" and learn to enjoy all the phases of such an Erotic , Sexyfying, Full Body, Massage ; You'll be so glad that you did !