When I was named employee of the month at the small company I work for, my manager awarded me with a gift card for a massage at a local spa. I really wasn't sure what to expect, I'd never stepped foot in a spa. But I made an appointment and when the time arrived, I found myself walking into a very clean and fresh smelling lobby. It was decorated in muted colors with a large desk for the pretty receptionist. I timidly told her my name and she smiled and asked me to wait in a comfy looking chair near the front door.
I'd only sat there for a few moments before another pretty lady entered the lobby and called my name. I followed her down a hallway and into a brightly lit room with a large, padded table sitting right in the center. The table had a padded ring on one end and I assumed that was where my head would rest. Everything in the room was white, except a bit of chrome on the table.
Before she left, she gave me a series of instructions. I stripped behind a flimsy curtain and left my clothes folded neatly on a small shelf. I then slipped on a terry cloth robe and perched myself on the edge of the padded table and nervously waited for my masseuse to arrive.
It wasn't long before I heard a firm knock on the door. I invited them in and heard myself gasp when I saw the huge man who would be my masseur. He must've been at least fifteen years my senior and easily stood 6'6. He had the broadest shoulders I've ever seen and his chiseled chest and abs could be seen through his tight shirt. He has smoldering blue eyes and a smile that immediately made me feel like I was made of jell-o.
I'd always tried to convince myself that I was straight. But when I laid in bed at night and played with myself, thoughts of men like my masseur often invaded my fantasies. Being made love to by a man was the one fantasy that always made me the horniest.
After he introduced himself, I bashfully told him I thought I would have a woman masseuse. He grinned and apologized for disappointing me. He asked if I'd ever had a massage before. When I slowly shook my head from side to side and softly told him I hadn't, he smiled even brighter. In his deep, sexy voice he said, "Don't worry about a thing. I'll take good care of you."
While standing right in front of me, he rested his massive hands on my knees. He told me I needed to disrobe and lay face down. With a knot in my stomach, I slipped off the table onto my bare feet. He didn't back away and I didn't have much space between this giant of a man and the table. But I managed to turn away from him and face the table. I untied my robe and he helped to remove it from my pale, petite body. He turned to put the robe away. When he did, I quickly hopped back up on the table and laid my naked front onto the soft padding.
I had butterflies in my stomach when he turned after hanging up my robe. His eyes were wandering over my naked body while he crossed the room. I found it really difficult to look at him, so I kept my head turned in the opposite direction. When I heard bottles clinking together, I looked to see what he was up to. He was standing at a tray I hadn't noticed before. The tray had about a dozen glass bottles with glass stoppers. Each of the bottles was filled with a liquid I assumed was oil. He chose a bottle with a slight purple hue to its contents. He looked to me and grinned, "How do you feel about lavender? It has a very relaxing aroma. I think it is a bit feminine. But in my opinion, it will be perfect on you."
Hearing him say those words made my penis tingle and become very stiff. My back arched a bit when I half moaned, half spoke the words, "Lavender is fine."
He smiled, showing off his perfectly white teeth. After crossing the room, he got organized and soon poured the oil into his hand. He rubbed his hands together and explained that he was warming it for me. When he laid that massive hands on my naked back, I moaned both from my arousal and from the sexual excitement continuing to build inside my body.
He asked questions of me while rubbing his massive hands over my naked back, shoulders and arms. I couldn't help but squirm under his powerful touch. He asked about my work, where I live and what I hope to do when I 'grow up'. My little penis remained fully erect and I dreaded the moment when he would ask me to roll over.
He eventually left my back and drizzled warmed oil down my legs. After warming more oil in his hands, he moved his attention to my feet, I couldn't stop myself from giggling. I have certain parts of my body that are super ticklish, the bottoms of my feet are the most sensitive. I squirmed around, giggling while he massaged my bare feet and I found myself rolling onto my side, facing him, trying to avoid his touch! While on my side, he got a quick look at my very excited penis! I saw him smile while staring at my bare penis with its sparse, blonde pubic hair. I quickly rolled back onto my stomach when I realized he was checking me out.
I know I was blushing. I felt so foolish getting so excited while this grown man was massaging me. He probably thought I was just a silly kid. But that expression on his face when he saw my erection, that wasn't an amused look. My mind was in turmoil and my body was in overdrive.
His hands left my now very slippery feet and moved up my legs. He asked if I had a girlfriend. I told him I did not. He then asked if I had a boyfriend, I blushed deeply and told him no again. His strong hands slowly worked their way up my legs and were concentrating on my upper thighs. His hands were so big his thumbs and fingers were on opposite sides of my leg. I could feel the warmth of his hands so dangerously close to my penis. I couldn't help but squirm and grind my hips.
The moment he asked if I wanted a boyfriend or a girlfriend, his strong oily hands begin working on my slippery butt cheeks. One hand on either oily cheek, squeezing and massaging the muscles. Both of his thumbs between my cheeks, sliding up and down. I tried to remain calm as his thumbs slid over my little wrinkled hole. In a timid voice I told him that I would love to find a special someone. I was far too bashful to openly admit that I'm attracted to both men and women.
Sliding his hands under hips, he lifted me upward, raising my hips above the table. One of his hands slipped between my legs and touches my rigid penis! A high-pitched squeak slipped through my lips and I nearly squirted right then and there! I wasn't prepared for him to touch my penis! He gently pulled my stiff penis backward, pointing toward my feet. His other hand gently pushed down on my lower back. With my thighs spread as wide as the table would allow, my penis laid flat on the table. I could feel it pulling on strange muscles inside me. I'd never been in that position before and it was surprising how sexy it made me feel.
His big, strong, slippery hands returned to my butt. His thumbs dragging between my cheeks more than ever. He gently pressed his thumbs against my wrinkled hole and asked, "You didn't answer my question. Do you want a boyfriend or a girlfriend?"
When I hesitated to answer, he applied more force with his thumbs. I could feel my little hole opening up for him. I squirm and stammer, "A boyfriend? A girlfriend? Either? I just want someone to love me."
He teased me with his touch until I was sure my penis was leaking onto the tabletop. Just when I approached Cloud 9, he moved his hands away from my bottom and onto my back. He massaged the muscles deeply, relaxing me and calming me down. But with my throbbing penis pointing toward my toes, I couldn't help but slowly hump myself against the table. I was acting shamelessly before this giant of a man and I was beginning not to care. He needed to know how he was making me feel.
