It had been a couple weeks since my experience at the massage parlour, but I hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. Before that experience there is no way I ever would have let a man near my cock, and no way I would get sucked off by a dude. But now that I had, I knew how insanely good it was.
I felt bad but every time my girlfriend sucked my cock I thought about his mouth on my cock. The honest part of me knew that he was better at it than my girlfriend was. I had thought about going back, but I was too nervous. Then one night I woke up after having the craziest sex dream where I was back in the massage room and he was sucking my cock and I had the biggest hard on in bed, and I knew I had to go back.
The next morning, I called up to book. I specifically requested Justin. And as I did, I felt my dick twitch. What was happening to me? But I figured I'm allowed to book a massage. Doesn't mean anything was going to happen again and it was a really good massage. Before any of the extra stuff.
When I told my girlfriend she was really excited for me. She said she was happy that I was looking after myself and doing things for self-care. I didn't want to tell her the real reason I was going back.
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The next day I turned up again at the massage parlour and Justin was at the reception to greet me. He didn't show any acknowledgment that he knew me, or last time I was here he had sucked my cock. He greeted me with a big smile.
“Hi welcome. Do you have a booking with us?” He said.
“Yes, thanks. It's under Joel” I replied.
“Great. Have you booked with us before?” he said.
Um, yes, and you swallowed my cum. But I didn’t say that.
“Yes, I have been before” I replied.
“Nice to have you back. You are booked in for the sixty-minute massage today” he said looking at his computer.
“Yes, thanks” I confirmed.
“Perfect. Well, I will be massaging you today. Let me show you to the treatment room” he said as he started walking towards the corridor.
I followed him down the corridor to the treatment room. Maybe nothing else would happen this time, he was being very professional and giving no sign of what he had done before. Well, that was fine by me. I was only here for a massage anyway.
Inside was the same as before, low lighting and a scented candle on the side with the massage table in the centre of the room and some fresh white towels on top of it. He told me to get changed and then lie down on the bed.
I took off all my clothes then got on the bed and covered myself in the towel as I lay down. I was feeling nervous so tried to calm myself and relax. Nothing else was going to happen, I was here for a relaxing massage and that’s it.
After a couple minutes I heard the door open, and he came back in. He put on some calming music and then I felt the warm oil being rubbed on my back by his soft hands.
Already I felt myself relaxed. It's fine if nothing happens this time, it was better. I'm straight. I don't want a guy sucking on my cock. It would be nice to have a relaxing deep tissue massage.
He rubbed my shoulders for a while and then moved his way down my lower back. I could feel some knots already being eased, it was so good. I lost myself to the music and the feeling of his hands massaging me, I started to doze off slightly.
A while later he was working into my lower back. I couldn't help but grown a bit. It felt so good. I'm so tense in my lower back from sitting at a desk all day.
“How does that feel?” He asked.
“Yeah, good. It’s a bit tight there” I replied.
“Do you mind if I go lower, into the glutes?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure” I said.
I didn’t care, I just wanted him to keep going, it felt great.
I felt him slide the towel down, so my ass was now fully exposed. And then he took his hands and started working them into my butt cheeks.
Fuck. That felt so good.
He was using his elbow to really dig deep into my hips as well.
He poured some oil over my ass cheeks, and I felt it dripped down my crack. Then with his elbow he started really needing into my butt cheeks again. And his forearm slid down between my cheeks. Fuck, that felt really, really good. I couldn't help but moan a little bit.
“You mind if I remove the towel completely?” He said.
“Yeah, go for it” I said.
His hands move down and he started massaging my thighs. My legs moved apart without me even thinking about it, I just wanted his hands to keep making me feel good. My dick was pushed downwards, and it started to harden up a bit. His hands were continuing to massage down my thighs and each time they did, they brushed the tip of my cock.
My cock began hardening even more. It was pointing directly down to where he was massaging.
I felt his fingers now brush right along the length of my hardening penis…
I knew he was doing that on purpose now.
I was groaning louder. He carried on for a couple of minutes, the tension in the room building and building, my cock hardening and hardening. My moaning getting a bit louder each time his hands brushed my cock. And then eventually, I felt his hands leave my body.
“Can you roll over now for me, please?” He said calmly.
I was less nervous this time about rolling over even though my cock was rock hard as I knew what happened last time.
I rolled over, keeping my eyes closed as I did, and lay on my back. My hard cock slapped against my abs. It echoed around the room. There was no way he didn't see my hard cock pointing up my body.
He began massaging my chest down onto my abs, down my legs. But he didn't touch my cock once.
I felt like he was teasing me, like he was doing this on purpose. I was desperate now, absolutely desperate for him to take my cock in his hands, start wanking me, start jerking me, start working on my cock.
But he continued massaging everywhere on my body except my duck.
He massaged my arms down into my hands. He came back up and stood by my head and again massaged my shoulders and down onto my pecks. All of it felt great but fuck I was dying for him to touch my cock.
Then I felt his hands slide all the way down my body, and for the first time since I'd rolled over, his soft hands grazed my hard dick.
I was buzzing with excitement. I was so horny. I knew he'd done this on purpose, to build me up, to make me just desperate for him to take hold of my cock. Then I felt him squeeze some oil directly onto my hard cock. The oil felt warm.
I moaned out.
With one hand he cupped my balls and with the other hand he very slowly wrapped his fingers right around my hard cock and squeezed.
“You want?” he asked in a whisper.
“Yes” I was barely able to moan out.
Then I felt him start expertly start to massage my cock all the way up and all the way down. I spread my legs and bucked my hips up into his clenched handed.
Oh God that felt so fucking good.
His other hand was cupping my balls, the warmth just sending shivers up my spine. He started jerking me nice and slowly. I was moaning, this is exactly what I wanted. He built me up to such a horniness that I was desperate for it. I would have let him do anything to my cock.
He was leaning against the table as he was doing this, and I could feel his hard cock through the tight little shorts that he was wearing. I wasn't interested in touching his cock. But I like the fact that I made him so horny. I opened my eyes and looked down. He was standing over my cock, massaging it, while staring directly at it.
His back was arched slightly so his cute little butt stuck out. He looked up at me and saw me watching him. He smiled.
“You like my hand on your cock?” he said while he jerked me up and down.
“I fucking love it” I said truthfully.
“You got a nice dick” he said.
Then he leant down and very slowly, while looking straight up at me, licked from the base of my cock all the way to the head.
Fuck.
“You want more?” He said.
I knew exactly what he meant and yes, I wanted more.
I nodded.
He smiled and his mouth moved towards my cock.
Fuckkkk.
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