I had never actually had a relaxing massage before. I’d had a sports massage and chiropractor work as I played a lot of sports, but they hurt a lot as they were to help with injuries. It wasn’t about relaxing.
My girlfriend bought me the massage as a gift. I’d been working a lot recently and I had a very stressful job in the city so she thought it would be good to help me unwind. I wasn’t sure, didn’t really seem like my thing. Rather go for beers with my mates to unwind but it was a gift, so I didn’t want to be a dick.
My girlfriend dropped me off at this fancy looking spa, kissed me goodbye and headed off to do some shopping. I went inside and I had to say, I was impressed. It smelt like all the scented candles she was always putting around our flat, and there was this calming music playing. I wouldn’t admit it to my friends, but maybe this was going to be good.
There was a young dude behind the reception desk, so I went over. He looked me up and down, was he checking me out?
“Hey there. Do you have an appointment?” he asked warmly.
“Uh, yeah. My girlfriend booked me a massage?” I replied.
“Joel?” he asked.
“Yep, that’s me” I said.
He smiled.
“Great. I am Justin, I will be your masseuse today. Let me show you through to the treatment room and we can get you ready to go” he said.
I was a bit surprised, I kind of thought it would be a woman massaging me. But then, I guess it’s not unexpected. My girlfriend can be a bit jealous, so she probably requested a guy. Whatever, it’s just a massage. I was used to guys giving me sports massages so no big deal. Though I was going to tell my friends it was a chick if they ask.
He led me down a corridor and then into a small room. There were candles lit, and the lighting was dim. In the middle was a massage table with towels on it.
“If you can just strip off then lie face down on the massage table with the towel covering you. I’ll be back in a minute when you are ready” he said.
“Um, do I take off everything?” I asked shyly.
He smiled. “It is better if you take off all your clothes, so the oil doesn’t get on anything” he then headed out.
Ok, naked it is. It was weird, with all the dim lighting and candles this place had a sexy kind of vibe. It was what my girlfriend would set up at home when she wanted romantic sex, not just a fuck. But at the moment neither romantic sex or just a fuck was happening. I was so busy at work, and she was out a lot so we were in a dry spell, and normally I would get a wank in over the weekend while she went out shopping but instead, she’s brought me along and made me go for a message. Maybe I can get some tonight. I’m so fucking horny, I need to bust my load.
I stripped naked. There was a large mirror against one wall, and I admired my reflection. My girlfriend might not be up for my dick right now but lots of people would be. I’m a pretty fit dude. I play a lot of sports, rugby mainly. So, I’ve got what they call a beefy kinda body. Big arms, big pecs, big thighs and a big ass. Got short blonde hair and I’ve been told a handsome face. So far, no big sports injuries. My girlfriend always worried I’d fuck up my face with rugby, but I was only twenty-five so still time, I guess.
I lay face down on the massage table and pulled the towel over myself. I had to adjust my dick a few times to get comfortable. That is also beefy, or meaty I guess you’d say. Another reason I hardly get any at the moment as my girlfriend says it’s too thick to suck.
I heard the door open and footsteps coming in.
“Are you comfortable? Happy to start?” Justin said.
“Yeah thanks” I replied, my face down into the hole in the table.
I heard Justin moving around, soft music started, and then what sounded like a bottle being pumped. I felt his warm hands touch me; he started rubbing oil onto my back.
“If you need more or less pressure just let me know. But now just relax and let me take care of you” he said in a calming voice.
It did feel nice his hands rubbing up and down my back, I started to feel myself relaxing. This could be good.
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Justin worked on my back and shoulders a good thirty minutes it felt like, he had really firm hands, and it felt amazing. He then massaged my arms and got deep into my lower back. Now he had moved onto my legs and was massaging his hands up and down my things, I was so relaxed now I was completely switched off.
As his hands ran up my things and it felt so good I found myself spreading my legs a little letting him get right into them. I suddenly realised though that the feeling was so good that I had started to get a bit of a semi. As my dick was positioned downwards it started growing towards where Justin was running his firm hands up and down.
Fuck. This is embarrassing. I am not gay at all but it’s hard not get a little excited with how good his hands feel, and I haven’t bust my load in a while, so my cock is very reactive. I tried to think other thoughts and breathe to help it stop growing. But Justins hands were massaging up my inner thing and it felt so fucking good…my dick thickened up some more.
Suddenly I felt Justins fingers rub against my hardening dick. I exhaled loudly.
Fuck.
He didn’t say anything, just carried on massaging me. This must happen all the time to be fair, guys are gonna get hard, I am sure it’s not a big deal. I was trying to focus and not stress when his hands brushed my dick again and I felt my dick twitch. Fuck, I was close to be fully hard now. Was he brushing it on purpose? No, he’s just doing his job and I’m the creep getting the hard on.
Justin changed his rhythm now and massaged really slowly up my leg, as he got near the top his hand brushed against my now hard cock, and he continued up my thigh at an agonisingly slow pace. The whole time he was also rubbing against my hard dick.
He definitely knew I was hard. Fuckkkkk.
But then he stopped and pulled his hands away. Thank god for that.
“If you can please roll over and lay on your back now” he said in a soft voice.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I was hard, like rock hard. And now I had to turn over.
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