Sports Massage

I knocked on the door of the normal looking, well kept house. My Bronco was parked on the street and I was there in my old worn, State Football standard issue T-shirt and workout shorts. Coach Perkins had sent me to see a massage therapist.

“Hi, I’m Phil Gaines.” the man said upon opening the door and ushering me inside.

“Hi, Mr. Gaines, I’m Dave Baxter.” I said, shaking the man’s hand.

Phil was built nicely, I could tell, though, he was wearing a T-shirt and sweats. His face was handsome with some unshaved stubble and his hair was neatly cropped and graying at the temples.

“Make yourself at home. The table is in the next room. I’ll let you get comfortable then I’ll be in.” Phil was all business.

Coach Perkins sent me to Phil to relax. It was the summer before my senior football season, and after unexpectedly starting and playing well enough to garner 2nd team all conference honors, I was determined to improve and make it to the next level, the NFL.

With that goal in mind, I had been working myself to the bone. I was a linebacker, I’d come to State as a safety, but I grew another 2 inches after arriving and was switched to ‘backer. It had been a lot of work learning a new position, but I was quicker and faster than just about anyone else at the position, given my history as a defensive back.

That summer, while most of the players on the team went home or took vacations, I stayed in town and worked myself to the bone. I doubled up on strength workouts, trying to pack on muscle and strength and studied hours of film. Coach Perkins saw how driven I was but he also advised me to enjoy myself. I couldn’t do it, I had a goal in mind and I had tunnel vision to get there.

I stripped down to my jock and laid on the padded, heated, linen lined table. I didn’t think anything of it, it was just like the massages we got after games and practices, only the therapists were only on call during the season. Coach Perkins had lined this up for me, he made the arrangements and all. Coach P thought that I needed to relax or I’d burn myself out before we even got to the preseason.

Phil came back in while I was face down on the table. He spoke softly and asked about the music, lighting, and pressure. As soon as I felt his hands on my back, my tension began to melt away. He was different from the therapists employed by the athletic department, he took his time not focusing on any one area but covering everything. He was more deliberate and methodical.

“Time to turn over.” Phil whispered.

I’d lost track of time. I’d lost track of everything. It was the first time in a while I’d felt completely relaxed. His deliberate, not rushed kneading had done wonders, I’d even realized I’d boned up. Usually, this didn’t happen with the therapists that worked on us in season, but it did and I didn’t think much of it.

I propped myself on my elbows and flipped onto my back. The pouch of my jock was struggling to contain my erection, but I was more or less used to being on display from locker rooms to trainers to massage therapists. We had a lot of support staff in season.

What I wasn’t ready for was Phil. When I turned over, it was the first time I’d seen him since I went into this room to get on the table. Phil was standing over me in just a skimpy jockstrap. Skimpier than my team issued one. I caught myself moaning ever so softly at the sight of him. I quickly regained my wits and stopped myself from drooling over the man. His body was built just as I’d thought when I walked in, and even better, he had a nice amount of body hair to really set it off.

“I didn’t mean to startle you, I thought you had conked out for a little and didn’t want to disturb you while I got comfortable. I keep it warm in here so my clients are comfortable in whatever they choose to keep on. I can go ahead and get dressed if that makes you more comfortable.” Phil explained.

I was mad at myself that my face betrayed my surprise but I quickly shook my head no.

“It doesn’t bother me, I just wasn’t expecting that, that’s all.” I mumbled.

My cock was throbbing now. I’d tried to keep my sexuality under wraps since it could hamper my pro prospects, but this guy was smoking hot. He began to knead the defined muscles of my legs and then spent time at my feet, rubbing them, something that the MT’s at college don’t usually do.

Phil slowly made his way back up my muscular legs, any tension or knots melting under his touch. As he made his way up my thighs, I realized my cock was leaking precum. Badly. I lifted my head for a second and saw that the pouch of my jock was nearly soaked through. I silently cursed to myself, but there was nothing I could do.

Phil adeptly made his way around the pouch and waistband of my jock moving up to my chest and arms. The countless hours of working out had been paying off. My body was muscled and cut, I’d even gotten a little tan on my normally pasty complexion. I was also beginning to sprout some chest hair to go with my happy trail.

“Looks like that beast of yours wants to get free. Doesn’t bother me if you do.” Phil said as he continued to work my tight muscles.

I thought about it for a minute and figured ‘what the hell, why not?’ then moved my hands to pull off my jock. Phil caught my hands and gently replaced them to where they were.

“Relax.” He almost cooed.

Phil’s hands appeared at my waist and he peeled off my precum soaked jock. My 8 inch club of a dick sprung from its sticky prison and slapped my abs. Phil didn’t seem to give any notice of my glistening, throbbing member. I stared at his handsome, rugged face for a beat too long and he caught me, his face breaking into a warm smile as he continued his work.

He worked my shoulders and chest. He kneaded the muscle deeply. As he slid his hands down to my abs, his fingers ever so lightly grazed my nipples. That sensation was like a shot of adrenaline and my cock oozed out a glob of gooey precum.

If Phil noticed, he pretended not to. I thought to myself that I was crazy to be worked up over this. The man was a legit MT and he was doing his job, Coach P wouldn’t have sent me to him otherwise. I relaxed again as he worked on my abs, nimbly avoiding my raging prick.

As Phil went to my upper thighs, my cock involuntarily jumped, leaving a sticky spot on the back of Phil’s hand. He didn’t immediately register it as my cock slid back to my abs.

“That beast has a mind of its own, huh?” Phil joked quietly.

“I guess so. Normally not like this.” I replied self consciously.

“Only natural when you have someone rubbing you.” Phil winked.

His nonchalance relaxed me and he continued working my quads for the second time. Next came some stretching. At first he was gentle, but slowly he put more and more of his body weight into it, getting deep stretches, especially my hamstrings.

On the deepest stretch, my leg was at my chest. I breathed deeply into the stretch and as Phil held it, with his whole body weight behind it, I swore I could feel the heat from his pouched bulge. When he let my leg down to stretch the other one, I could see that the bulge in his jock had expanded greatly. As he stretched my next leg, I could feel the cool air rush against my exposed asshole. I was keenly aware of how exposed I was. Instead of being self conscious, I got a rush from it.

Even if nothing was going to happen here, it was exciting and unknowable. I knew I’d at least crank out a big load when I went home and jerked off thinking about it. In some ways, I think Coach P wanted me to think about something other than football. I don’t think this is what he had in mind, but it was helping me feel rejuvenated.

As my leg reached my chest, I knew I could absolutely feel the heat from his crotch. I groaned but caught myself before it was audible. Only then, I could feel the faintest sensation of Phil’s cloth covered jocked bulge against my exposed hole, right leg on my chest stretching my hammy.

My cock lunged forward and slapped back down on my taught midsection with a SMACK. Again, Phil didn’t seem to register anything, but he slowly pushed my hamstring into a deeper, almost painful stretch and ground his crotch more firmly onto my hole.

I moaned out loud this time, I couldn’t help it. Slowly, Phil’s gaze raked over my chest and up to my face. Again, he broke into a friendly, understated smile. Just as slowly, he lowered my leg back and I could feel the blood rush back into my hamstring. As he put my leg back on the table he reached up and grazed my nipple deliberately and made eye contact, my cock jumped again.

He went about finishing stretching my lower body, but his touch seemed to have shifted from slow, deliberate, and therapeutic to something more sensual. His hands rarely left my skin now as he traversed the muscled expanse of my body. As he stood by my head, stretching my shoulders I could feel his package pressed into the top of my skull, it felt firm, he was hard.

As he stroked my chest between stretching, I allowed my hands to make contact with his hips (it was what I could reach) and they felt powerful and warm. In response, he brushed over my nipples again, but never deviating too far from his routine and not betraying anything on his face. We went on like this, me touching what parts of his flesh I could reach and him gently grazing and brushing my nipples until he finished stretching.

I could tell he was getting close to finishing the massage but I didn’t want it to end. He walked around the side of me to have one last go at a stubborn knot in my quad when I saw his jock was straining to control his cock.

“Looks like your beast wants to be set free. Don’t walk on eggshells on my account.” My voice cracked at first embarrassingly, he was hardly walking on eggshells in a skimpy jock.

“You sure? Some guys don’t want to look at all that.” he said softly barely breaking his methodical motion.

“Doesn’t bother me. Plus that thing is so skimpy it can’t provide any support.” I felt daring enough to make a joke.

He flashed a crooked smirk and hooked his thumbs in the waistband, slipping off his jockstrap and revealing a nice, long, thick cock. It stood out at an acute angle to his firm stomach and I could see it move slightly with the beats of his heart. His hands then expertly found the stubborn knot in my quad and dug in. It was painful and I tensed up.

“Shhh… relax.” Phil whispered as his other hand slid gently up my thigh and over my sticky, slick, throbbing cock.

I grunted loudly and tried to push my cock more into his hand, but he kept it moving and returned it to his other hand. He finished the knot and I relaxed again, well, I relaxed the best I could with this hot older man teasing me on his massage table. He looked at me before sliding his hand back up and this time grasping my thick tool in his big paw.

“Unnngh I’m gonna ughh I’m -” I couldn’t get the words out but Phil knew what I saw getting at and removed his hand.

“Can’t have that yet, can we?” He said matter of factly, it was the first time he’d directly addressed what we had been doing.

He used some long light strokes on my legs to calm me down for a few minutes. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I couldn’t wait. I was in lust with this man.

“Whattaya say I give those hamstrings another good stretch? Your coach said you’d been hitting the deadlifts hard lately.” Phil suggested, playfully cloaking what was going to happen next in the terms of massage therapy.

I nodded and Phil positioned himself as he did before. Only this time, as he lifted my knee to my chest I felt a different heat, the heat from skin, and just like that the head of Phil’s fat cock pressed against my tight hole. I moaned and reached for my cock, but Phil seamlessly swatted them away. Phil slowly and very gently rocked back and forth, applying pressure to my hole with the head of his dick (not enough to penetrate but enough to really feel it) and backing off.

His cock was leaking too, and on one rock forward, he had leaked enough precum that his hard cock slid up over my taint and next to my dick. We both moaned loudly, and it was time to switch legs again. This time Phil didn’t press his cock to my skin. I was disappointed. Then, I felt an oiled up finger at my hole.

Phil raised his eyebrows ever so slightly to ask if it was ok. I nodded my assent and I felt his oiled digit push past my tight right with a good amount of effort. The discomfort didn’t immediately give way. I tried not to grimace, but Phil could sense my discomfort. He pushed his finger in deeper and I knew I risked seizing up, when all of a sudden he found my prostate.

That changed everything, pleasure rushed through my body and I would totally relax. Soon, I felt a second finger poking through my hole. Once he’d found my butt nut my hole started to open up and relent.

“You’re really tight.” Phil said in his same calm voice.

“You’ve stretched everything else out.” I moaned in return.

He removed his fingers and let my leg return to the table. I saw him oil up his thick 8.5 inch cock with his massage oil. He returned to my legs, this time both of knees were to my chest and the head of his dick radiated heat onto my hole. He stroked the underside of my legs as his hips forced his cock forward, applying pressure to my hole.

“Relax and open up.” Phil cooed.

I took a deep breath and exhaled. Phil’s huge cock slid past my ring and we both moaned. Phils hands grabbed the mounds of muscle that made up my pecs and slowly pulled his hips forward, sinking inch after thick inch into my tight rear. When I felt his nuts resting against my ass, Phil flexed his cock inside of me, making me squirm and groan. He grinded his hips against my asscheeks only to slowly withdraw.

“You open up nicely. Do you bottom a lot.” Phil asked.

“Not much. But I’ve never wanted it like I do now.” I confessed as Phil slid his flesh tube back into me.

“Your ass is milking my cock. I’m not going to last long.” Breathed Phil.

He slightly swiveled his hips, and his cock punched my prostate on the way in. That was all it took for me. I’d been on edge for awhile and now cascades of cum poured out of my cock. My breathing was ragged, it felt like I was in the middle of a conditioning drill except all I felt was pleasure. Faintly, through the storm of ecstasy, I felt Phil’s cock pulse inside me, unloading.

When Phil finished orgasming, he pulled out of my now cum filled ass. He leaned back, supporting himself with his hands behind him. His muscular body shone with a sheen of sweat which matted his chest hair. His eyes twinkled with life as he basked in the post coital glow. He got off the table with his cock still hanging at half mast.

“I didn’t think you’d be into that.” he said as he toweled off his cock.

“I didn’t think you would be either.” I said perhaps naively.

We stayed there staring at each other for a few minutes.

“You remind me of my high school coach.” I told Phil.

Phil smiled at that.

“You have the hots for him?” Phil could have come across as teasing me, but it was a genuine question.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” I confessed, figuring that the man was just inside me, it didn’t matter what I told him.

“Glad I could help out.” He winked again. “You know, you remind me of my son.”

That caught my attention. Blood flowed back into my used cock and it was damn near rock hard again in a flash.

“Sorry, that is probably too much.” Phil realized what he had said a little too late.

“No, it's not.” I said, drawing his attention to my hard cock. Phil let out a low whistle. “Tell me about him.” I continued.

Phil seemed to be weighing his options. His eyes came back to my hard cock then to my face where he saw my earnest look."

“He played at State just like you. He was part of Coach Perkins’ first recruiting class. Now he’s in his 30’s and lives with his wife.” Phil seemed to lament the last part.

“Sounds like you guys were close.” I added.

Phil nodded thoughtfully.

“Do you want me to take care of that?” Phil motioned to my erection.

“I was hoping you could have a round 2?” I asked.

“Give me 15 minutes. I’m no young buck like you anymore.” Phil joked self deprecatingly.

“You’re hotter than any young buck.” I smiled and I saw Phil’s chest puff out.

I sat up and we talked for a few minutes before Phil asked if I wanted anything to drink. I took a water and he asked me about the upcoming season and how Coach P was. I had a feeling I wasn’t the only player Coach P sent to him. Eventually, I asked him more about his son. Tim was his son and he was an architect up in Chicago. I noticed that Phil’s cock plumped up when he talked about Tim.

“I’m ready for round 2, Dave.” Phil said in his easy going way.

I looked down and saw that his cock was back to attention.

“How do you want me, Kiddo?” Phil asked.

I was 22 years old, it had been awhile since anyone had called me Kiddo. It took me by surprise and I hesitated for just a split second.

“Lay down.” I half asked and half instructed.

Phil got on the table on his back, his rigid cock stood straight up like a lubed flagpole. I pulled my linebacker body onto the table with him kneeling with my knees on either side of his hips. I grabbed his thick dick and slowly sat back on it. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, bottoming twice in a row, it had been years since I last bottomed and even then I had only done it a few times in my life. I was in heat for this hunk of a man before me.

“Oh fuck, Son, your hole is so tight.” Moaned Phil with his eyes closed as the inches of his cock disappeared into my chute.

Phil’s eyes shot open and he gave me a pleading look. I clenched my ass as I completely enveloped his tool.

“Shit, Dad, your cock feels bigger than last time.” I groaned.

Phil smiled at my acknowledgement of his comment and noticed my cock jump when I emphasized the word ‘Dad’. He let me find my own rhythm bouncing on his cock. This position was all new to me, every nerve was firing as I rode his fat dick. After a few minutes Phil sat up.

“Why don’t we adjust positions?” Phil asked as slowly and skillfully laid me on my back without his cock leaving my hole.

He had to fully withdraw in order to get himself in position. This time I was on my back, legs to the sky and he was standing between them, inserting his bloated cock. He took hold of my legs and took control of the fuck. He pistoned in and out with more force and speed than he had used before. I liked it even more and the room was filled with the sounds of our rut.

“Fuck, Son, seeing your football jock body bouncing on my cock I can’t hold back.” Grunted Phil with sweat beading and he plowed forth more powerful than before.

“Fuck me off, Dad.” I growled back to him,

Phil thrust in harder than ever. My cock erupted with a deluge of cum. Phils breathing turned ragged and his long powerful thrust became shorter and more insistent, I could tell he was unloading too.

After dumping his load, Phil collapsed onto me. My cum and our sweat mixed between our bare torsos. I could feel his cock shrinking back to its flaccid state.

“That was incredible.” Phil breathed, coming back to life.

“I’d say so.” I agreed.

Phil stood up and got off me and the table. I could feel my hole was sore and used. I still was in shock this happened, a good shock. I wanted to ask more about his son but I sensed this wasn’t the time. We were both moving slowly as I began to gather my things. Phil offered to help me shower off and I gladly accepted.

We showered up and I headed back to my off campus apartment. Before I left, we made another appointment for the next week. I can say that I definitely left relaxed!