Sports Massage gets on a warm day suddenly gets hotter

by Declan

15 Jun 2019 7040 readers Score 8.8 (92 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


In my twenties  I was helping out at a  store  in a City about 40 miles from home.   Having no transport of my own at that time in my life, couldn't even drive,  I stayed over each month in a small flat provided by the company that employed me.  Being allowed a week home every 4 weeks with train ticket provided.    The evenings after work and all day Sunday being quite boring, as the area where my flat was, wasn't exactly rich in entertainment  potential.    I was discussing, one lunchtime, with the only other male salesman at the store where I was based, knowing he lived not far from me.   

He explained he was part of an amateur Rugby club, with training a couple of evenings a week and games mainly on a Sunday at a field, walking distance from his and my flats.   The benefit is not only the training and the Rugby keep you fit, but they have a good social side after training, and  they are a nice group of guys too.    I signed up and trained and played with them all the time I was based at the City store.    After a few games and a particularly nasty tackle, I found  my groin was giving me trouble.   I asked my mate for advice, as a professional  physiotherapists fees were way above my meagre salary.    He suggested a retired  physio  who had been responsible for the local first division football team for many years and now semi retired, did occasional therapy from a spare room at home.   He charged nothing like the professionals,  so I decided to give him a try.   I rang and arranged an appointment for  the half day closing day.

I  had a pleasant walk to the physios house, as it was a lovely afternoon and only about half a mile from my flat.   It was one of those  semi detached Victorian villa type houses, I rang the bell  and  was admitted  by an elderly lady, who showed me into a very sunny front parlour,  take a seat I will tell my husband your here.   I sat down and surveyed my surroundings, there were the usual  family pics of grandchildren , I presumed andtheir parents. But on the mantlepiece were two familiar faces  I immediately recognized, one  a well known boxer, wearing just a pair of the underpants he was I presume sponsored to wear and advertise, a French firm only just then gaining their popularity. The other  a young coloured footballer sat on a massage bench who appeared to be naked as couldn't see any sign of underwear, his legs bent up in such away that they obscured his tackle so to speak.   I remember thinking how brave he was to have such a picture taken.

The door opened and an elderly guy of approx. early 60s  but still quite an athletic build on him, greeted me and showed me up a flight of typical long stairs and into a rear long bedroom.  a window at the rear of the room,  showed a long vista of a garden and beyond fields,  as far as the eye could see.    My eyes looked at the walls as they were covered in more photos of many famous and no so famous athletes, on his table and also pictured with him.  A lot of the males  were just in briefs or holding a towel to obscure their tackle,  some face down naked exposing theit buttocks and crack, as Jeff , the guy worked on them.     

I was told to strip to my briefs and sit on the couch when ready, which I did, although a bit self conscious,  in my nylon Adam briefs of a lemon shade, popular at the time,  though quite revealing, showing a visible outline of my young cock and balls.    Now then said Jeff whats the problem?  I explained about the strain and he proceeded  to press  on my upper thighs  asking if this or that hurt.   I answered with a negative, so his hands went higher, right into my crotch, to the right and left of my balls, when he touched the right side I winced and let out a small ouch!   Thats the problem, Jeff said touching the tender spot again.     I will need you to remove these he said for treatment pulling at the elastic of my briefs,  I can get you a towel from the bathroom if you need to.   

No its fine I said removing them and dropping them to the floor.   Right lie back for me,  open your legs to the sides of the bed and lets get you sorted.    I did as instructed, feeling rather exposed  as  my balls cock and arse were all on full view to him.    He got  an oil spray and sprayed it over my  upper thighs and groin some of it covering my cock,   he then proceeded  to massage it in to the area,  firmly rubbing it up and into my groin area brushing my balls  and brushing the tip of my cut cock, which suddenly started to develop  a mind of its own, and was starting to stiffen, even though I tried it was springing into life,  till was fully erect standing there like a flagpole, I could feel my face going red as being cut  I could feel precum appearing on the tip.   Jeff continued rubbing hard into the groin, my cock swaying left to right as he rubbed,   the drip of precum was now forming a stream down my bell end over the ridge and continuing down to the base of my shaft.     

Suddenly  Jeff gripped the shaft and I moaned, and his other hand continued rubbing in my groin,  I felt my shaft start to pulse at his firm grip,  you ok,   said Jeff seeing my red embarrassed face,  don't worry its quite normal,  Id be worried if it didn't get like that in a young stud like you!   Ill sort that out for you later, I think I need you a couple of times the tendons are quite knotted and need relaxing, and I can sort you that out, but will take a couple more sessions then it will be right as rain.   

Ok I said  and it will cost you less as this was the assessment , now I now thew problem it will just be treatment next time.   He then had me stand up naked and felt all over starting from my neck and shoulders,  my cock still standing bolt hard out in front,  his hands slid down over my neck over my chest circling my nipples which were standing hard, down my six pack and my pubis ,either side of my groin my cock twitched as he passed near it and then he kneeed and followed to my ankles my cock right by his face.     

He looked straight at it and up at me, and smiled and his tongue touched and licked the precum ozzing from the tip,   he looked up at me again as though asking permission,  I nodded and he started to lick the entire tip in a circling action with his tongue,  miming me not to moan, by placing a finger on his lips, and looking toward the door as if to say his wife downstairs.   I nodded as he continued to work on my hard cock, I was in heaven,  Id wanked it and a friend in my teens had once hasd it in his mouth. but nothing like this master, after giving my bell attention he continued, down my shaft, teasing with his tongue all   the length then when reaching my balls,  he held my cock with his hand and took my ball in his mouth first the right then the left sucking them as he did.   I could feel my legs shaking and my cock vibrating as he held it and a strong desire to shoot my cum.   

He must of known and as felt it rising in my cock, because like a master  he squeezed the  bell tight,   and when the feeling subsided released his grip and continued working sucking and licking my balls,    Finally  after licking my shaft once more he took the length in his mouth and  sucked and sucked his hands holding and exploring my young virgin butt hole with his fingers,   till I could hold no longer and shot loads of my cum deep into his eager throat  streams  and streams kept bursting from me,  my legs and body shaking at the orgasm he holding my butt  tight with every burst, till finally I finished, he pulled his mouth off my cock, I could see my cum running from the sides and over his cheeks and lips,   his tongue caught them and he swallowed it all. he still kept hold of my butt as my legs were still like jelly.   Finally he released me and I sunk into a chair he provided and offered a glass of water.    Wow I said quietly.  that was just the start he said,   you will enjoy the other treatments Im sure.   I thanked him and he instructed me to pay the wife on the way out.    I left the house still on cloud 9  I had never experienced anything like that.  At 22  a 60plus guy had given me the best BJ ever, and I couldn't wait for the next appointment.   

(to be continued)