Happy Ending

Saturday morning, 7 AM, trying to wake up. I head for the kitchen and the smell of coffee. I need coffee to clear my mind of morning fog.

"Good morning, John, Happy Birthday to you!" is how my boyfriend greets me.

"Thanks Kendall, I need coffee. And a good run in the park to clear the cobwebs."

"Knowing you, I kinda counted on that."

"Am I that predictable?"

"Not predictable, consistent. A reliable Taurean! But after your run and a shower, I have a surprise for you."

"Really, a surprise, you know I'm not crazy about surprises."

"Based on what you've told me that you're curious about, I think you'll enjoy this surprise."

"Tell me now, Kendall, please. What is this surprise?"

"You know how you said you were curious about those happy ending massages you've seen advertised in the gay rags?

"Hmmm, yes, so?"

"Well: I have a guy coming by later this morning to give you a massage. Some of our friends, who have on occasion hired this masseur, recommend him highly. So, he's coming by to give you a sensual massage for your birthday."

"And what about this happy ending thing?"

"Knowing you, how you always have to be in control of everything around you, I spoke to the masseur. He won't do anything without your permission. And it will be up to you just how far you want to take it to your happy ending."

"That sounds interesting, I'm starting to bone up. It will be difficult to focus on my run now with all this mental stimulation."

"I'm sure the guys will love seeing your boner stretching the fabric of your sweaty running shorts. I know I will! Why don't you wear those light blue lycra shorts that show every curve? I always get a hard-on seeing you in those, birthday boy!"

"Okay, if that's what you like, my man. A sweaty run in my showy lycra shorts. And then I'll hurry back to your hard-on and my happy ending massage."

"So you're cool with my birthday surprise then?"

"Fuck yeah, I'm excited, Kendall. But I do have one condition."

"Here we go: what's this condition? Name it. Your wish is my command."

"I want you and your hard-on in the room with me and the happy ending masseur."

"Doing what, exactly?"

"Watching, enjoying, making it a four hand, two dick massage for the birthday boy!"

Here I am naked and face down on a massage table feeling like I'm floating on a cloud. The hunky naked masseur is using his strong fleshy hands to coat every inch of my long lean muscles with a silky slippery massage oil. He is working every muscle carefully like he was kneading dough, his fingers squeezing my flesh and relaxing my muscles.

Earlier, the masseur told me his suggested simple method of communication: I only had to say STOP or GO and he would follow my lead. So far, out loud I hadn't said anything, but my mind was saying GO, GO, GO! The way his hands traveled all over my body was absolutely extraordinary. No way I wanted him to stop!

The masseur whispered in my ear: "Do you want me to massage your rosebud, birthday boy?" To myself I thought, hmmm rosebud, asshole, I love getting rimmed so a rosebud massage could be equally erotic. I whispered back: "GO."

He moved down near my feet and coaxed my legs apart. His hands were instantly on my glutes, kneading and spreading. One hand found its way to my crack and slid over it, back and forth, over and over again. The other hand pulled one ass cheek to the side as the masseur's fingertips played erotically over my rosebud, teasing until I relaxed and my asshole simply loosened and eased open. I was in an erotically vulnerable but intoxicating position of submission to his touch. I moaned as the fingertips began making circles around the outside of my sphincter. This guy really knew how to work a rosebud!

I felt another set of hands on my shoulders as I heard my boyfriend's voice: "I wanted to get up close to get a better view of the rosebud massage, John." "GO" is what I responded.

For I have no idea how long, the masseur did magical things to my rosebud. It felt kind of like a tongue when his fingertips drew circles around my asshole ever so lightly. But when he had all of his palm pressed in my crack and worked the flesh deeply, it was nothing like a tongue.

Without removing his hands from my glutes, the masseur climbed up on the table between my legs. He positioned himself with his crotch pressed firmly against my ass. When the masseur thrust his hard cock back and forth over my crack, with a sensual fucking motion, my asshole reacted by pushing my rosebud out, spread wide open with lust. Fuck, I don't think I ever before felt my manhole so hot and wet without actual penetration. That hard shaft of man meat massaging my crack and teasing my rosebud transported me to a state of amazing rapture.

The sensations were so intense that I was thinking I could stay in this heightened state of sensuality forever. I was kind of disappointed when the masseur backed off of me and got off the massage table. A moment later, I heard the masseur ask my boyfriend to help him carefully turn me over on my back.

So here I am naked and face up on a massage table feeling like I'm floating on a cloud, with my cock hard and throbbing, pointing straight up from my crotch. Four hands coated every inch of my chest, belly and leg muscles with the silky massage oil. After the two of them had worked every muscle with their amazing sensual touch, squeezing my flesh and relaxing my muscles, I heard the masseur's voice once again asking: "Do you want me to massage your cock and balls, John?" Without hesitation, and oh so enthusiastically, I said: "GO!"

While my boyfriend massaged my chest and belly, I felt the masseur pour some oil on my hard cock and then envelope my shaft with his big smooth hands. "This is almond oil I'm using now, it will penetrate the sensitive skin of your cock and balls, moisturizing and plumping." I don't think he was looking for a reply, but I said: "GO!" because I wanted his hands to work their magic all over my cock and balls. He squeezed and stroked, taking his time with every inch of my hard shaft and cockhead. One hand repeatedly moved down to my balls, gently massaging and stretching. I was in heaven. He was expertly edging me, without taking me too far. My whole body was vibrating electrically with continuous body orgasms, as he stroked me lovingly.

"One last choice, birthday boy. Do you want me to finger your prostate?" After I said "GO!" The masseur added: "Okay, I'll ask your boyfriend to take over on your cock and balls while I massage your prostate."

Kendall immediately leaned over and asked: "Do you want me to suck your cock, John?" "GO! GO! GO!" is what I told him. He climbed up on the massage table over me and quickly had his mouth on my balls. At the same time, the masseur penetrated my relaxed rosebud easily and had two of his fingertips deep inside me pressed against my prostate. As he began working his fingers back and forth over my prostate, I moaned out load and my boyfriend swallowed my oil slick cock to the base.

My boyfriend's hard cock was poised right there at my mouth, so I opened up and started sucking his awesome long thick shaft, giving myself the throat massage I wanted. It was heavenly.

With my heart racing, with my boyfriend sucking my cock feverishly, with the masseur expertly prodding and pressing my prostate, I swallowed every inch of the cock of the man I love. The stimulation was just too much and I could no longer hold back. I exploded with force, from the base of my balls through my hard oiled shaft, into my boyfriend's mouth. As my body and my cock orgasmed repeatedly, my boyfriend went over the edge and climaxed, flooding me with a huge delicious load.

We were both transported somewhere magical. We rested in our 69 position a while, slowly working our way back to reality after our intense eruptions, licking and kissing each other's sensitive privates.

As our breathing returned to normal, my boyfriend carefully got off the massage table. That's when I heard the masseur's voice ask: "John, do you want me to take my fingers out of you now?" I quickly blurted out "No, I mean STOP. I mean one more minute of magic fingers please."

We all chuckled at my verbal explosion of prostate ecstasy. The lighthearted fun of the moment helped all of us relax together even more.

I explained further: "When you have a prostate orgasm like I just had, there's just no going back. You never want it to end."

A minute later, the masseur gently removed his magic fingers from my butthole, but continued to massage my rosebud with his hand, giving me time to get used to the empty feeling. All too soon, the masseur removed his hands from my body.

My boyfriend had his hands back on my chest as he asked: "So John, was that a happy ending?"

"Fuck yeah, Kendall! Happy beginning, happy middle, and fucking hot happy ending!"

"I'm thrilled you got your happy ending, John!"

"Well, you know it's always a happy ending for me when you feed me your load, Kendall!"

"And you know, I just love feeding my handsome man my load as often as he likes. Happy Birthday, John. I love you!"

"I love you, Kendall. Thanks for my awesome birthday surprise. I loved it."